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

Village Chief Jiang, Taoist Master Mo Yuan, and Taoist Master Zhang Zhishun gathered in the backyard and began to analyze the tribulation.

The three of them analyzed for a long time and came to the conclusion that there is a [-]% probability that it will soar, and a [-]% probability that it will disappear.

"By the way, what happened to the monkeys last night? Early this morning, a large group of female monkeys lay lazily at the entrance of the village, looking overworked." Village Chief Jiang asked curiously.

The old Taoist Zhang Zhishun said solemnly: "Pindao boiled a pot of improved Shiquan Dabudiyuan soup yesterday, and shared a bowl of Monkey Er."

"Yesterday, I proved a subject. In terms of how improved tonics can stimulate a person's cultivation potential, even that golden monkey has grown a bit."

Village Chief Jiang looked bewildered.

Why does the improved Shiquan Dabu Diyuan Soup sound a bit like an aphrodisiac?

Daoist Mo Yuan suddenly realized, he rolled up his sleeves and almost had a fight with old Daoist Zhang Zhishun.

It's too ruthless. In order to prove the properties of medicine, you actually experimented with fellow daoists. Is this something that humans can do?

"Cough, Fellow Daoist Mo Yuan, I originally wanted the monkey to drink first, but the old Daoist didn't expect that you tasted half of the bowl first."

"Didn't you drink it later?"

"A dead fellow Daoist is not a poor daoist, I dare to drink it because you are fine after drinking it."

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Chapter 324 Miaoyu Taoist Priest (seeking a monthly ticket)

In the afternoon, police officer Jiang Dajiang hurried over. He came this time to cancel his household registration for Chisong Daochang.

"Brother Dajiang, my master is just missing, so there's no need to be in such a hurry to cancel the account?" Jiang Yun found it hard to accept.

Police officer Jiang Dajiang handed over a cancellation agreement and said, "It's okay, after the person comes back, he can register again."

"The last time he held the Clothes Tomb, he first canceled his account, and when he came back, he registered again, but he didn't expect to cancel his account again after only a few days."

Are account registration and account cancellation so hasty?

The water friends in the live broadcast room suddenly felt that they were not in the same country as Mr. Chisong.

"Huaxia's nationality is the most difficult to obtain in the whole world. Why does Master Chisong make it so easy?"

"Woooooooooo, the Ukrainian girl said that she has been married for three years and has not been naturalized so far. I am envious."

"Chisong Daoist is worthy of being Chisong Daoist, I am convinced."

Police officer Jiang Dajiang took the account cancellation agreement signed by Jiang Yun, and said: "Your master came back a few days ago, and immediately re-registered the account."

"Don't worry, this is not difficult for him, there are special policies."

After he finished speaking, he burned three sticks of incense before going to the mourning hall, and then drove away.

Jiang Yun helped the master sort out the relics, and he was busy until night before downloading and going to sleep.

At night, the cries of monkeys in Wudang Mountain are particularly ecstasy.

Xiaobai was excited again, and kept running around on the bed.

Jiang Yun had no choice but to sleep on the floor on the floor.

The next morning.

He didn't sleep until he woke up naturally, but was woken up by Xiao Bai.

"Hmm~~?"

"What, is it hard?"

"Nonsense, it must be hard, it hurts my back." Jiang Yun stretched and said.

Afterwards, he was dragged onto the bed by Xiao Bai, and within a few minutes of lying on the bed, Uncle Zhang Shengtan came back from Emei.

He covered his waist and came to Jiang Yun's room.

"Boy, what's the matter with your master, when I left, he was still fine, why did he suddenly disappear?"

"Dujie, anyway, it's gone. No one is alive, no corpse is dead, so we can only make a clothes grave." Jiang Yun explained lying on the bed.

Xiaobai stepped on his waist with his claws, massaging him.

"Oh, that's okay, maybe I'll be back anytime, what's the matter with you?"

"The floor is too hard, and my back hurts from sleeping. I couldn't sleep all night because of this little guy yesterday." Jiang Yun rubbed Xiao Bai's head, helplessly.

Monkey Two is doing something, I really don't know what she's excited about, the species are different!

"What, my waist hurts, young people should exercise restraint!"

"Waist, uncle, I have a backache!"

"Young people, pay attention to your health, you can't stay up late all the time, let alone the Taoist temple has something to do!" Uncle Zhang beat his waist and was about to go out.

"Uncle, what's going on with you, your waist hurts too?"

"What kind of waist, don't you kid, don't spout blood. I have a backache. My Taoist partner didn't sleep well, so I kicked him, and I flew back overnight."

"Then Master, do you want to treat it? Is there anything wrong with that kidney?"

"It's the waist, what kind of waist!" Zhang Shishu put his hands behind his back, bent over, chattering, and went to the old Taoist Zhang's room.

Seeing his uncle leave, the corners of Jiang Yun's mouth turned up, and then he got up contentedly.

He left Xiaobai in the room, washed up briefly, and started today's live broadcast.

When Jiang Yun closed the door, Xiaobai let out a long sigh, and he didn't know what he was sighing for.

In the morning, after breakfast.

In Wudang Mountain, there are cars coming and going, and there are turbulent crowds.

Many bigwigs from the Daoist sect came to the appointment to express their condolences to Master Chisong.

Jiang Yun and Taoist Master Mo Yuan stood at the entrance of the Taoist temple, and greeted their fellow Taoists.

"Boy, you probably don't know many people who are here today. The old man will introduce you."

"This is the leader of our group, Zhang Benchu ​​of the Sanfeng Sect. He and your master are both teachers and friends."

A white-haired old Taoist priest wearing a purple Taoist robe and very solemn attire got out of the car, and beside him were two young Taoist priests.

In the hands of the two little Taoist priests, they carried two generous gifts.

"Junior Jiang Yun, I met Senior Zhang, my master went through the catastrophe yesterday and unfortunately disappeared..." Jiang Yun said with grief on his face.

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Benchu ​​slapped him on the shoulder.

The old Taoist priest with white beard and hair had amazing palm strength. Jiang Yun was caught off guard and his body shook slightly.

"Good boy, the old man slapped you with all his strength, and you just shook it. You are a fearsome young man!"

"Don't worry about your master's affairs, he has absolutely nothing to do."

"Qingfeng, Qingyue, Guanzhu Jiang of Tianyuan Taoist Temple, in terms of seniority, is your uncle, let's get to know each other today." Zhang Benchu ​​said with a smile.

The two young Taoist priests behind him bent down to salute Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun hurriedly returned the gift, not daring to be negligent, but he always felt that the two young Taoist priests looked familiar.

Those two people seemed to be his alumni from Daomen Comprehensive College, but they hadn't had much contact with each other.

Afterwards, most of the bigwigs in the group came here.

Jiang Yun stood at the entrance of the Taoist temple, his face stiffened from a smile.

"Boy, the one with the apprentice is Lin Zhengfa of the Maoshan sect. Maoshan Taoism is also a master in Taoism." Senior Mo Yuan pointed to a Taoist priest who looked like Uncle Ying.

"Junior Jiang Yun, I met Senior Lin."

"Chisong's apprentice is really good. If you young people talk, I will go first."

After Lin Zhengfa walked in, Jiang Yun and his apprentice Lin Zhenyang had a bear hug.

"Second brother, you have lied to me so deeply. Your master is actually Lin Zhengfa from the Maoshan School. You have a lot of background!" Jiang Yun hammered Lin Zhenyang's chest and said.

This Lin Zhenyang was his best friend and best friend in the upper bunk when he was in school, and the two often exchanged Taoism and studied with each other.

"Brother, you didn't say that your master is Daoist Chisong!"

"Your master is my idol. If I knew it earlier, I would have asked him for this autograph. Hey, is your master's death real or fake this time?" Lin Zhenyang gossiped.

Jiang Yun scratched his head, spread his hands, then raised his head at a 45-degree angle, looking up at the starry sky.

"My master's current life and death is Schrödinger's cat, which is pending."

"If he shows up again, he is not dead. If he doesn't show up, there is a high probability that he has ascended."

When he was chatting with Lin Zhenyang, he suddenly felt a murderous aura coming from under the Taoist temple.

When Daoist Mo Yuan saw the person coming, he immediately patted Jiang Yun on the shoulder, then turned his head and flashed into the Taoist temple.

The person who came was a Taoist priest holding a sword. This Taoist priest looked 45 years old, with black hair and tight skin, but his face was covered with frost, and he looked extremely murderous.

Jiang Yun bit the bullet, he pulled Lin Zhenyang, came forward to say hello: "I have met Daoist Miaoyu, Daoist Miaoyu, why are you here?"

"Your master has issued an obituary, how can I not come?"

"Let me ask you, is he really dead this time or a fake death?" Daoist Miaoyu asked.

Jiang Yun blinked and said innocently: "Should, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe..."

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Chapter 325 The Dean's Temptation (seeking a monthly ticket)

All the prominent figures in the Taoist sect came to the Tianyuan Taoist Temple together as agreed, and their purpose of coming to the Taoist Temple was pure, just to have a feast.

Village Chief Jiang's ability is really not ordinary, at least he has managed the Chisong Road Chief's seat, which is nothing to say.

As the name goes, it is necessary to send old friends off gracefully.

A total of 27 seats were opened, and each seat seated 9 people. Although the temperature in Wudang Mountain was a bit low in the first month of the month, everyone still sat at the table and talked happily.

The water friends in the live broadcast room were all dumbfounded.

"It's a funeral anyway, why do I feel it's more lively than a wedding?"

"How do I feel, these priests are just looking for a reason to get together and have a good time."

"China's Taoist elites are probably all gathered in this small Taoist temple. If a missile comes at this time."

"Missile, what kind of missile, believe it or not, before the missile flew over, there was a Daoist priest Yujian who split the missile in half."

"Hahaha, why is there still a Buddhist master, and because he doesn't eat meat, he was driven to the table of the Quanzhen Taoist master."

"Why is there an autistic Taoist priest poking at the plastic table for fun? I thought I was the only one poking."

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Chisong Daochang's old friend's banquet really opened the eyes of the water friends in the live broadcast room. It turned out that monks and monks had a banquet together, drinking and bragging, no different from ordinary people.

Jiang Yun originally wanted to take Houer and Xiaobai to guard the spirit of Master, but he sat in the mourning hall for half an hour before he was kicked out by Daoist Zhang Shengtan.

"Go ahead, let's just take a formality today, find a chance to inform everyone, and come over to be lively."

"Your master is missing, and he is not really dead. Hurry up and find someone. They will be your contacts in the future."

"In the future, no matter where you travel around, at least you don't need to spend money on food and lodging. You can go to their Taoist temple to place orders and earn some pocket money."

Jiang Yun left the mourning hall, looking at the dark crowd, he was a little confused for a while.

Fellow Taoists, the topic they talked about was a bit wild, and he felt that he was a bit out of tune with the surrounding environment.

Not far away, a Taoist priest of the Yinshan Sect was smiling fiercely, talking about his methods of controlling ghosts and the glory days of fighting against ghost kings.

The story is really outrageous, but it is so telling that people have to believe it.

After he talked for a long time, Taoist Master Lin Zhengfa of the Maoshan School became eager to win. The two of them ate a few bites in a hurry, and then went to the back mountain to learn Taoism.

Daoist Lei Mo'an of the Hunyuan Sect was discussing Leifa with the head of the Shenxiao Sect.

In recent years, the Shenxiao faction has been in a downturn, and the Taoist temple has been in disrepair for a long time. The age of the current head is younger than Jiang Yun.

Lei Mo'an is called Mr. Lei, not only has a high seniority in the Taoist sect, but also is very rich. He is the chairman of the listed company.

Those two people, one chairman and one director, were talking about meeting each other late.