Live broadcast: Taoist priest, stop pretending, you are cultivating immortals

The little girl raised her head. Although she was wearing a mask and couldn't see her face clearly, her eyes were curved and cute.

Jiang Yun didn't shy away from it, so he grabbed the little girl's hand and began to analyze her palmistry.

He spoke very seriously. After he finished speaking, the little girl's face was already red to the base of her ears. After paying the money, she covered her face and left in a hurry.

Of her two girlfriends, one chased after her, while the other didn't leave, and sat down directly.

The girl lowered her head, looked at her toes, stretched out her hand, and said bluntly, "Master Dao, I also read palm reading!"

Jiang Yun took out a bamboo stick from the bamboo tube, pointed at the palm prints with the bamboo stick, and began to analyze it carefully.

Since then, the business of Gua stalls has been booming.

Jiang Yun didn't stop talking until an hour and a half later, the Wudang disciple who went to the bathroom finally rushed back.

"Uncle Master, you have worked hard."

"Damn it, why is the money box full, Master Uncle, what are you doing?"

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Chapter 247 Get a fortune teller (ask for a monthly ticket)

Jiang Yun flicked his clothes and left in a cool manner. After he left, most of the girls who were watching in front of the hexagram booth also dispersed.

The Wudang disciple looked bewildered, and hurriedly shouted: "Every layman, don't leave!"

Everyone didn't miss it, leaving only a few murmurs.

"The Taoist leader is gone, why are we still here!"

"Let's go, let's follow the Taoist priest and see where he is going."

"Forget it, forget it, feudal superstition cannot be practiced."

After the drone took this picture, it went after Jiang Yun.

The water friends in the live broadcast room couldn't help sighing in the barrage area.

"The reality in the world is nothing more than this?"

"Is there any warmth left in this damned face-seeking society?"

"It's outrageous, it's really too much. The girls who just asked the Taoist priest to tell their fortunes are all based on palm reading."

"No way, no way, no one really thinks it's worthless to find a Taoist priest for fortune-telling?"

"Hey hey, let's show off, I just ate Daochang tofu, he smells good, and his hands are very warm."

"Good guy, there are really water friends in that snack street of Wudang School."

After Jiang Yun reached the end of the street, he returned to the Wudang faction.

As soon as he returned, he was stopped by Chen Shilei.

"Uncle, just now a female layman who is not young came to burn incense and reported your name. Who is she?"

Jiang Yun looked at the curious Chen Shilei, and said, "Where is he, a poor man looking for a child?"

"Eat in the cafeteria, uncle, don't go, I still have something to tell you."

"Uncle, Uncle, why do people run so fast!" Chen Shilei looked at Jiang Yun's back and shook his head helplessly.

With a height of 1.8 meters, he walked really fast, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After climbing Tianzhu Peak in the morning and walking around the street for a long time, it's time for lunch.

When Jiang Yun arrived at the cafeteria, he took a plate, made himself a portion of rice with two meat and two vegetables, and scooped up another bowl of millet porridge.

This martial art is convenient, you don’t have to worry about eating, and the nutrition is balanced.

"Jiang Daochang, this way!"

When Jiang Yun was looking for a place to sit, he heard a call, and he turned his head to look.

Hey, it's an acquaintance!

Zhao Bingbing was sitting with the old aunt, sitting in the third row not far from eating.

The three gathered at a table.

At this time, the old aunt's face obviously improved a lot, and she was very grateful and said: "Master Dao, thank you, otherwise I really don't know where to sleep tonight."

"Reporter Zhao, this is the Daoist priest who is helping me with my divination. You have to interview him later."

Zhao Bingbing had a strange expression on her face. She looked at Jiang Yun with a confused expression on her face.

Jiang Yun smiled and said, "Auntie, you eat first, if you don't have enough, there is more."

"Pindao works for the Wudang faction today, earning them a lot of incense money. They should solve our board and lodging problem."

"Reporter Zhao, what a coincidence, we met again. How was the Kung Fu documentary you filmed in Wudang?"

Zhao Bingbing gritted her teeth and said nothing.

Jiang Yun used his escape technique that day and slipped directly into the mountain to collect herbs, leaving her aside.

She had no choice but to go back to the Wudang School with Chen Shiyu and try to make a Kung Fu documentary, but the effect was very bad and it didn't have that flavor.

So the Kung Fu documentary was changed into a Wudang school documentary.

"Jiang Daochang, you still owe me a kung fu documentary that you didn't shoot, you have to pay me back!" Zhao Bingbing got up to refill a bowl of soup for the old aunt, and bit her chopsticks.

Jiang Yun smiled and said haha: "Reporter Zhao, don't talk when you eat and sleep, let's eat first and then talk."

The water friend in the live broadcast room let out a long sigh.

"Holy shit, my Bingbing wife is still in the Wudang faction. If I had known, I would have gone to the Wudang faction."

"Master Dao, you don't even cherish this great opportunity to get along with Bingbing."

"I can, Daoist, let's change."

"One thing to say, the Wudang faction's food is good, and Bingbing seems to be getting fat."

"I'm in Sanya: Although it's hot, my heart is cold, I love you."

"The Taoist priest is so straightforward. If it were me, I would have given birth to Bingbing's second child."

After the three of them finished their meal.

The old aunt said that she wanted to go to Sanqing Hall to burn incense, so Jiang Yun took her one yuan to go.

The Sanqing Hall of the Wudang School is twice as large as the Sanqing Hall of Tianyuan Taoist Temple, and can accommodate more than a dozen people to burn incense together at the same time.

Jiang Yun didn't go in, he and Bingbing were at the entrance of the main hall, chatting and reminiscing about the past.

The old aunt knelt in front of the Patriarch of Sanqing, clasped her hands together, and kowtowed reverently for a long time.

The little Taoist priest who was in charge of maintaining order in the hall felt that something was wrong, so he leaned over to take a look, and said in a voiceless voice: "This layman, sincerity is true, we don't need it."

"Get up quickly, I'll take you to bandage, why did you break your head?"

Jiang Yun heard the movement inside, turned his head to look, and sighed helplessly.

A kind heart will surely be rewarded with good results, so why ask for peace from heaven and earth?

Zhao Bingbing couldn't bear to see it, his eyes turned red, and he burst into tears.

A few years ago, Liu Tianwang once made a movie about looking for children. The experience of this aunt looking for children over the years is basically a reproduction of the content of the movie.

"Jiang Daochang, the hemp rope is specially finely ground. Why do you think God has to make things difficult for others? Can this aunt still find a child?"

Jiang Yun looked at the red bloodstain in front of Master Sanqing, gritted his teeth, and said firmly, "Yes, I can!"

He helped his aunt, went to the infirmary of the Wudang sect, and did a simple disinfection and bandage on the wound.

He didn't persuade her. For a mother who was already in a daze looking for a child, maybe breaking her head would make her feel better.

"Auntie, do you believe in the poor?"

"letter."

"Okay, Auntie, do you have anything your child used?"

"Pindao used secret techniques today, against the secrets of heaven, to help you do a fortune-telling calculation, where is your child?"

"Every layman, the following content is not suitable for live broadcast. See you tomorrow." After Jiang Yun finished speaking, he closed the live broadcast room.

The two 10,000+ water friends in the live broadcast room were all speechless.

"Daozhang, I'm so heartbroken!"

"It's actually possible to deduce the child's location by using hexagrams. Is this nonsense?"

"If it's false, then I hope he's real, and if it's true, then I hope he's real too."

"Anchor, you don't have to hide our relationship, do you?"

"We believe in science, we don't talk nonsense, Daoist, please start the broadcast."

[The Sixteen Characters of Yin-Yang]: "Every day, every day, I'm just fucking bullshit. How can this kind of thing be spread indiscriminately? It's against the secret of heaven."

The old aunt was stunned for a full minute in the infirmary before she realized it. After touching her body for a long time, she finally took out a small purse from her clothes.

The small purse has been soaked black with sweat, and it looks like it is worn next to the body all year round.

"Master Dao, this is the hundred-day purse I embroidered for my child. It contains his hair. Do you think this can be used?"

Jiang Yun took the purse, smiled calmly, and said, "Auntie, enough is enough."

"Give Pindao another lock of your hair, mother and child are connected, and I can use Taoism to calculate where the child is now."

"Reporter Zhao, what will happen later is a bit unreal, but you have to believe in science, understand?"

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Chapter 248

In a deserted small courtyard of the Wudang sect, Jiang Yun was wearing Taoist robes. In front of him was an altar, enshrining the ancestors of the Sanqing.

In front of the statue of the patriarch, there is a bronze gossip mirror, a stack of yellow paper and a pair of cinnabar ink.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, the Patriarch of the Sanqing is above, and my disciple Jiang Yun, I want to find someone thousands of miles away, so I ask the Patriarch to protect me." Jiang Yun said in a low voice.

After he finished speaking, he burned three pillars of sandalwood and inserted them into the incense burner.

Zhao Bingbing looked at Chen Yunlong, Chen Shilei, Chen Shiyu and Chen Shikui beside her. She was quite puzzled and asked, "Master Chen, is this promoting feudal superstition?"

"Feudal superstition?"

"Reporter Zhao, my younger brother uses the correct spells of the Eight Classics, the Plum Blossom Yishu and the Book of Changes. What does this have to do with feudal superstition?" Chen Yunlong frowned.

"Ancient metaphysics is actually an octal system, which is not easy to popularize, so it has been changed to a decimal system. Reporter Zhao, if you don't understand, please make room, don't block us from learning." Chen Shilei's eyes lit up.

Chen Shiyu has a better relationship with Zhao Bingbing, so he deliberately explained: "Reporter Zhao, the ancient algorithm is unique in the Book of Changes."

"The wisdom of ancient times is only in the hands of a few people, especially the magic of the Book of Changes. Compared with the current civilization of the whole people, the ancients will appear quite ignorant."

"Spells, Plum Blossom Yishu and Yijing are the skills of Tianyuandao observers. It is difficult for outsiders to learn. Let's take a good look at it later."

A confused expression appeared on Zhao Bingbing's face, and she felt that her three views were broken.

The words of the Taoists of the Wudang School seem to have some truth, and there are indeed some unexplainable things that have been handed down in history.

China's plum blossoms are easy to count, Mayan astronomy, ancient Egyptian temples and pyramids, etc. These things seem to be really not something that the ancients should master.

After Jiang Yun finished respecting the patriarch, he took out a piece of yellow paper from the altar, and then took a hair of the old aunt and a hair of his son.

The two hairs were tied into a knot and placed in the yellow paper, which was folded into a thousand paper cranes.

Also pull out a piece of yellow paper.

The old aunt's name and date of birth and her son's name and date of birth were written on yellow paper with a cinnabar pen.

Jiang Yun took out a lighter from his pocket and burned the yellow paper to ashes in front of the altar.

He read in his mouth: "The sun rises in the east, the sky is bright, and the apricots are boundless.

Box boy and jade girl, listen to my orders, and go quickly to find someone to determine the direction.

Hurry up and hurry up, don't wait for the next day.

It is difficult to escape from the technique of the magic pen.