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

"For those who celebrate the Chinese New Year, the women's football team is the only one to strive for success. The boy's football team will lose face. I'm so angry."

"I hope the Taoist priest will be safe and sound, and not be crushed to death by a comet!"

The current state is a bit embarrassing. If you run, it must be too late. If you don't run, there is still some time.

Jiang Yun glanced at the barrage in the live broadcast room, and said quite speechlessly: "Ladies and gentlemen, if you still want to make a wish, please hurry up."

"The comet above Pindao's head is really about to fall!"

A basketball-sized comet visible to the naked eye with a long tail has reached the top of Wudang Mountain.

Its goal is obvious, Tianyuan Taoist Temple.

Daoist Mo Yuan looked at Comet, opened his mouth and explained weakly: "Dear friends, the old Taoist swears in the name of the Sanqing Patriarch, this is really not my wish."

Old Taoist Zhang didn't speak, he had already taken out his cell phone and started recording his last words.

When the old man was talking about his estate plan, the comet rubbed against the roof of Sanqing Hall and directly hit the back mountain.

The flames soared into the sky, and a translucent shock wave swept everything within a three-kilometer radius at an extremely fast speed.

Daoist Mo Yuan stared at the back mountain, thoughtfully, and asked, "Fellow Chisong, why do I feel that this scene seems familiar?"

"In [-], when you set off fireworks, did a comet also fall down?"

"Coincidence, mine is a coincidence. You have to believe in science. The meteorite I made is really ordinary!" Chisong said, blinking his eyes and rubbing his nose.

Daoist Mo Yuan raised his eyebrows and retorted: "It's quite ordinary, a meteorite almost wiped out the people in Southeast Asia."

"Forget it, you can't talk nonsense about what happened back then, it's up to the two of you to explain it."

The water friends in the live broadcast room were keenly aware of something unusual.

"Both master and apprentice are not right!"

"99, why is it 99, I really don't understand, what happened in that year?"

"This large meteorite summoning technique, why did I suddenly think of Liu Xiu, the son of the plane, it is really too similar."

"The meteorite made by Taoist Chisong back then was very ordinary, but the one made by the anchor is very special, isn't it?"

"Uh, it's a pity that Into Science has stopped broadcasting, otherwise that column can at least use this matter, three episodes of water."

Although it was dark, several people still carried flashlights and walked into the back mountain of the Taoist temple to look for meteorites.

In fact, you don't have to look for it. On the top of the back mountain, there is still a red light and a wisp of blue smoke.

The crater is as deep as half a person, as big as two basketball courts, and all the trees on the top of the mountain are lying down in all directions.

"At this moment, it's just like that and that moment!" Daoist Mo Yuan stood beside the crater and said suddenly.

Master Chisong gestured with his hand, shook his head and said, "Nonsense, this pit is obviously bigger than the one back then."

"From the analysis of the meteorite's landing posture and the size of the crater, the meteorite inside must not be simple. My dear boy, don't be dazed, go down and have a look!"

Jiang Yun took out the small shovel from the bamboo basket. After digging at the bottom of the pit for a long time, he finally dug out the meteorite inside.

The meteorite is extremely dark, bigger than a football, and its surface is the same as that of the moon, covered with round craters of different depths, and it is very heavy, and it is still very hot.

He shoveled it with a shovel, threw the meteorite into the bamboo basket, and then jumped out of the pit.

Jiang Yun, Daoist Mo Yuan, and Daoist Chisong gathered together and began to study the meteorite.

Old Taoist Zhang Zhishun held Jiang Yun's small shovel, and kept turning over beside the crater.

"The weight of this meteorite is extraordinary!"

"It should be a good thing. Do we have a share for everyone who sees it, and we will share a piece later?" Daoist Mo Yuan asked.

After he finished speaking, he poked the meteorite twice with the branch in his hand, and the dark shell of the meteorite was pierced, revealing the silver-white body.

"Hiss, black iron, this is a good thing for making swords, and it is said to be extremely strong after it is made."

Priest Chisong looked at Xuan Tie, and resolutely said: "Uncle Mo Yuan, whoever sees it has a share. This treasure falls in Tianyuan Taoist Temple, so it should be destined for my Taoist temple."

"My boy, the fireworks you set off and the black iron you draw out, these things should be decided by you."

Jiang Yun looked at Xuan Tie, then at Master, and immediately understood.

The master and apprentice cooperated very tacitly. They carried the black iron and were about to go down the mountain.

The water friends in the live broadcast room looked at the silver-white black iron with a dazed expression.

"What Xuantie, isn't that something made up in Li?"

"Art comes from reality. Who can guarantee that we are not reading the author's autobiography?"

"Jiang Daochang, can you sell me a gram so that I can study it?"

"Good guy, the two masters and apprentices really have similar personalities. They are both masters of thick and black studies, not good-natured."

When the two were about to bring the black iron down the mountain, about ten meters away, the old Taoist Zhang suddenly picked up a plant with a spherical root that had just been dug out of the soil, and stood up.

After he ran over, he raised the things in his hands excitedly. Not to mention Jiang Yun's bewildered expression, even Daoist Mo Yuan and Chisong Daoist were also puzzled.

"Mr. Zhang, what kind of treasure have you dug up?"

"Earth Yuan Pill, a great treasure for tonic!"

When Taoist Chisong heard the treasure, his eyes lit up, and he said, "This treasure was dug out from Tianyuan Taoist Temple, so it should be related to my Taoist temple."

"Hmph, don't be shameless. Although this Yuan Dan is very nourishing, it is also highly poisonous if not handled well. Chisong, do you dare to handle it yourself?"

Chisong Daochang was stunned for a moment, and he shook his head decisively.

Seeing this scene, Daoist Mo Yuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if his revenge had been avenged.

When a few people went down the mountain, old Taoist Zhang began to introduce Di Yuan Dan.

This Yuan Dan is actually a small cypress tumor, which usually grows in hidden places on the top of the mountain, so it is difficult to be found.

Such a large Diyuan Pill has grown for more than 50 years, at least.

After picking, within six hours, it must be used to stew soup, otherwise the yang energy will dissipate quickly, and after the yang energy is gone, the medicinal properties will be gone.

Jiang Yun looked at Di Yuan Dan, and asked puzzledly: "Mr. Zhang, how do you know that there is such a good thing next to that meteor crater?"

The old priest Zhang Zhishun smiled and talked about the past.

In [-], Taoist Chisong summoned a meteorite, which shocked everyone who went with him at that time.

He had nothing to do, so he walked around the crater, unexpectedly, he actually dug up a plant of Diyuandan.

I just tried it, but I didn't expect to find the same Diyuan Dan in the same position, what luck!

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Chapter 320 What a Beautiful Thing to Drink Soup (ask for a monthly ticket)

After a few people returned to the Taoist temple, Zhang Zhishun, the old Taoist priest, entered the kitchen carrying the Diyuan Pill.

He said that he would use Diyuan Dan with old hen and ginseng, and boil a pot of Shiquan Dabu Di Yuandan.

The skill of cooking chicken soup by the old Taoist master is a must. Jiang Yun left the drone in the kitchen to let the water friends learn the skill of cooking chicken soup.

"Master Taoist, I want to report you, you are asking the old Taoist priest to be a substitute broadcaster!"

"Damn it, what is the anchor going to do? He's definitely not doing something good."

"Well, Taoist priests seem to be versatile. Mr. Zhang's skill in cooking chicken soup is really unique. My mother has been praising him for a long time."

"Fellow Daoist upstairs, your mother isn't watching Boiled Chicken Soup, she's watching Mr. Zhang!"

"Mr. Zhang, what is the effect of the Shiquan Dabu Diyuan Soup you boiled? Does it invigorate the kidney?"

While the drone stayed in the kitchen, Jiang Yun followed Master into the study.

He pulled out the Sanqing Sword and cut the black iron the size of a human head in half with one stroke.

"My dear disciple, I can't take advantage of anyone who takes advantage of me for my teacher!"

"Half a piece of black iron for a cheat book, you won't suffer." Chisong Daochang said with a smile.

Jiang Yun took the secret book handed over by his master, and after a glance, he was stunned.

This secret book has appeared in the dreams of all Taoist priests.

"Master, is this "Thunder in the Palm of the Palm" serious?"

"Hey, dear student, the secret book must be a secret book, but you will definitely not be able to practice it for the time being. You have to build a foundation before you can practice."

Jiang Yun rolled his eyes after listening to Master's explanation.

The foundation building period is so far away for me!

"My dear disciple, at least three months, at most half a year, you will enter the foundation building period, and I will give you the palm thunder as a teacher, so that you can have a good start in your cultivation."

"My apprentice is very talented. I will become a fairy in the future, and I can't delay now." Taoist Chisong said confidently.

Jiang Yun sighed helplessly, and he stuffed the palm thunder and black iron into the Qiankun bag.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the moment the Qiankun bag was opened, Chisong Dao's two eyebrows raised slightly.

When the master and apprentice came out of the study, they happened to meet Taoist Mo Yuan who was meditating in the backyard.

At this time, his face was flushed, and the water vapor above his head was continuously rising, which was more than one meter high.

"Senior Mo Yuan, what's the matter with you?" Jiang Yun hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Daoist Mo Yuan opened his eyes, and said only one sentence: "Don't drink chicken soup, that soup is very nourishing. After drinking it, the blood will boil, and the effect is not weaker than that of aphrodisiac."

After he finished speaking, he continued to meditate with his eyes closed, trying to use his internal strength to calm the boiling blood.

Jiang Yun glanced at the kitchen in horror, lowered his voice, and asked, "Master, that..."

"Cough, there is indeed a problem with that soup. We drank it once in Mount Emei in 99, and we were directly tricked."

"Master, I didn't mean that, I just wanted to ask you, did senior Mo Yuan drink aphrodisiac?"

"Hey, I happen to know a little about the inside story of this matter, apprentice, come here and tell you the story for me, my teacher."

Daoist Chisong, who had bushy eyebrows and big eyes and a righteous face just now, immediately became obscene.

Jiang Yun just listened to the beginning, saying that he was a romantic young man, and then Taoist Zhang came out of the kitchen with Shiquan Dabutang Diyuantang.

"Here comes the chicken soup, here comes the chicken soup. This old soup has been improved, and the effect must be much better than last time. Fellow Daoist Chisong, hurry up and try it."

"Fellow Daoist Mo Yuan tasted half a bowl just now, and he said it was much better than last time, so don't stand still!" Old Taoist Zhang filled four bowls of chicken soup enthusiastically.

Four bowls of chicken soup, one bowl for his old man, one bowl for Jiang Yun and Chisong Daochang, and one bowl for Hou Er, there will be no more drops.

Monkey Two held the chicken soup and drank it up in a hurry.

"Ho Ho Ho ~~!"

"This chicken soup is very fragrant, but after drinking it, the body is extremely hot." Jiang Yun translated for Hou Er.

The old priest Zhang Zhishun nodded and said, "That's right, the effect is the same as the old man expected!"

"You two hurry up and drink it, it will taste bad when it gets cold, what a beautiful thing to drink soup!"

Jiang Yun froze for a moment, he and Chisong Taoist priest looked at each other, and both could see the bitterness in each other's eyes.

Is this soup to drink or not to drink?

Mr. Zhang's medical skills are very high, and his seniority in the Taoist school is also very high, so he can't afford to offend him.

Daoist Mo Yuan squeezed his nose and drank it for the Wudang faction. As the former and current head of Tianyuan Taoist Temple, it is really inappropriate not to drink this soup.

The water friends in the live broadcast room suddenly remembered a famous scene in a certain Anti-Japanese War drama.

"Drinking soup is a beautiful thing, Taoist priest, why don't you drink it?"

"Fellow daoists, is there really poison in this soup?"

"I don't know why, but the old Taoist Zhang Zhishun's voice suddenly has a Japanese accent."

"Nanaidi, why don't you drink it?"

"Looking at the anchor's appearance, there is indeed something wrong with this soup!"

Monkey Two scratched his ears and scratched his cheek, "Ho Ho Ho Ho~~!"

"Master, my body is very hot, I'm going back to find the monkey mother, and I'm leaving!" After the second monkey finished speaking, he was about to leave in a hurry.

Jiang Yun looked at the empty bowl in front of it, and said with an idea: "Mr. Zhang, your soup is a bit weak, can you get some salt?"