The Taoist master should restrain himself, the country will soon be unable to continue

Chapter 10 The bald donkey who was repeatedly vomited blood

"Fuck, monk, the family members in our live broadcast room are gone!"

The middle-aged monk, who was still immersed in the sound of the wooden fish, was full of enjoyment, when he heard this, he smiled and his eyes widened suddenly.

"what?"

"What the hell?"

The middle-aged monk who came back to his senses quickly ran to the person, took the phone and looked at it, and sure enough, there were only a few hundred people left in the live broadcast room.

And here, they are all robots that they spend money to buy to recharge.

"What the hell happened?"

Looking at the live broadcast room where there were nearly [-] people, suddenly there were only a few hundred robots left, the veins on the middle-aged monk's forehead popped out, and his face turned red with anger.

He grabbed the man by the collar and roared angrily, "You have been managing the live broadcast room all this time, tell me quickly, what happened?"

In the live broadcast industry, the number of people online is traffic, and popularity is the most important thing.

Only with traffic and popularity can it be continuously converted into money.

However, at this moment, the "family members" in the live broadcast room suddenly disappeared, that is, all the cooked ducks flew away.

How can this make people not angry?
"I, I don't know either!"

Being picked up by the middle-aged monk in this way, the man was scared out of his wits.

"Just now I also listened to the Taoist next door knocking on the wooden fish, and I didn't pay attention to the live broadcast room, so don't blame me."

The man cried with a full face of grievance.

But when it came to knocking on the wooden fish, the man suddenly stared, and asked in surprise, "Could it be that he was drained by that Taoist priest?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk paused, and gradually loosened his grip on the clothes.

Yes, as a Buddhist, I was attracted by the sound of the Taoist chanting, let alone other people.

"Damn it, uncle, this is here to grab labor and management's jobs!"

The middle-aged monk, who had reacted, was suddenly angry, and he couldn't care less about the monk's image. He immediately swears, and the veins on his tightly clenched hands burst out.

"This is the real chanting of the scriptures. Not only is it not boring, but it is very pleasant to listen to. After listening to it, I feel comfortable physically and mentally."

"Me too. After listening to it, my mind cleared up and all my troubles disappeared, haha."

"Eh? What about the Daoist Priest's pot? It sounds so good, so there should be a reward. Although it's not much, it's a little bit of our kindness."

"That's right, Daoist Priest, if we give you some rewards, it's considered seeking asylum."

After Su Yang finished reciting the scriptures, there was warm applause in the square, and almost everyone was applauding.

There are even some people who take the initiative to reward Su Yang with money, just like street performers, rewarding for a good job.

However, for this kind of behavior, Su Yang shook his head and refused.

"Sorry everyone, Pindao didn't do this on purpose, not for money, it's just a daily routine."

Su Yang explained lightly, and finally looked at the two girls, and added: "There are also fans who are poor."

"Clap clap clap clap!"

As soon as the words fell, there was another warm applause in the square, and everyone felt deep admiration for Su Yang's behavior.

Not for money, not for anything else, just for daily life, and a little fan favorite.

Especially those two girls, when they heard this, they were even more excited and ecstatic, stomping their feet repeatedly, their faces filled with joy.

But just when Su Yang packed up the wooden fish and was about to get up and leave, suddenly there was a sound not far away

"Stop for me!"

"Taoist, you are the one who stole my fans? Are you shameless? Like to play tricks?"

I saw a middle-aged monk wearing a monk's robe, who was rushing here angrily, with a hideous face.

"Ok?"

Su Yang raised his eyebrows, his face full of confusion: "Pindao stole your fans?"

Hearing this, Su Yang turned his head to look at the two girls, thinking that they were fans of the monk in front of him at first, but they became fans later.

The two girls noticed Su Yang's gaze, but quickly waved their hands and shook their heads: "We are not his fans."

"Yes, he is so ugly, who would fan him."

The monk hadn't spoken yet, but the thousands of netizens in the live broadcast room laughed like crazy.

"Pfft, I can't laugh anymore, what this young lady said hurts my heart."

"They didn't panic, it's not the truth, hahahahaha."

"It's okay, old monk, ugly is ugly, let's not look in the mirror in the future, so we won't know how ugly we are."

……

The monk who was already angry, when he heard this, immediately felt that his heart had been stabbed severely, and he was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

"You, you are deceiving too much!"

The middle-aged monk pointed at Su Yang angrily, and roared with wide eyes.

"If nothing happens, Pindao will leave first."

Facing the middle-aged monk's unreasonable slander, Su Yang chose to ignore it, which was already the biggest concession.

However, the middle-aged monk was not satisfied at all, and blocked Su Yang's way, arrogantly.

"I know you're also a streamer. You came here just to see a lot of traffic, and there are other streamers here. You want to show off and attract other people and the fans of those streamers away, right?"

"I respect you as a Taoist priest, but I didn't expect you to play such a dirty game, and even pulled away all the fans in my live broadcast room."

The more he talked about the back, the middle-aged monk gritted his teeth more and more. You know, there were more than 7000 people, and they were all lured away in the blink of an eye. It was hard not to be angry.

Moreover, in his opinion, real Taoist priests all live in the mountains, so how could they appear in the world, and they also broadcast live broadcasts.

Eighty percent of them are the same as themselves, using the name of a Taoist priest to make a gimmick to start a live broadcast, and then make money.

Just when Su Yang was about to refute, the two girls ran over, taking a step ahead.

"Are you sick? The Daoist family came here, we pulled it over, it's not what you said to grab traffic at all."

Another girl spoke uprightly, and retorted: "Everyone in my live broadcast room came to Daochang's live broadcast room, so what does that mean? Isn't it because you have no ability to keep them?"

"It's thick-skinned to blame others for not being able to do it yourself."

The middle-aged monk's face turned green, and he was almost so angry that he didn't vomit blood on the spot.

"What the little girl said is right, you can't keep people, who can you blame?"

"Hey, as soon as the Taoist priest recites the scriptures like this, all your fans will go to the live broadcast room. Ask yourself, are these fans?"

"Others' fans support their own anchor, but your fans are good. They don't even know when they run away. Bah, you are not called a fan at all, and they don't follow you at all."

Seeing that Su Yang was being slandered, the people around who hadn't left could not help but step forward to support him and echoed him again and again.

Everyone pointed out that the middle-aged monk suddenly felt a lot of pressure, cold sweat oozes from his back, and his face is extremely ugly.

Not daring to wait any longer, the middle-aged monk held the Zen stick with a flustered expression, turned around and ran away.

He felt that if he dared to say a word more, he would be drowned by everyone's saliva in the next second.

Seeing the middle-aged monk running away with his head in his arms, Su Yang didn't feel any splash in his heart.

On the contrary, the two girls had a sense of joy of winning the battle, and laughed and jumped up.

At the same time, the live broadcast room also exploded.

(End of this chapter)