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

"Yunlong, you fart, do you call it an apprentice? You are a greedy ginseng, you are low!" Zhang Zhishun cursed.

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Chapter 72 Domineering CEO Zhang Daochang

"This wild ginseng is definitely a good product from the nature reserve in Heijinggou Canyon. You two look at the black mud sticking on it. There is no other place in Wudang Mountain."

"Judging from my decades of experience in practicing medicine and collecting herbs, the age of this wild ginseng should be about 15 years, and the environment where it grows is good, so it develops relatively well and has strong medicinal properties."

"Just cut out a quarter of this ginseng and use it as a medicine primer to heal Guo's boy's internal injuries, and he will be cured within three months." Zhang Zhishun said with great satisfaction, stroking his gray beard .

He took out a small brush from his pocket, carefully brushed off the dirt on the ginseng, and gently put the ginseng back into the box.

That movement was more than ten times gentler than when someone was pricking a needle.

"You kid really doesn't know how to make medicinal materials. You dare to put the ginseng in the box without brushing off the dirt on it. It's a waste of money for such a good thing to fall into your hands."

Jiang Yun blushed, and he nodded in agreement, and then began to rummage through the house, finding out all the medicinal materials that he had collected in the mountains before.

Among them, the five-headed three-seven king was included.

"Mr. Zhang, my master and I are not good at medicine, so we usually try to cure headaches and brain fever. Please help me deal with these medicinal materials."

Senior Taoist Zhang Zhishun looked at the baskets of Chinese herbal medicines in front of him. He patted Jiang Yun on the shoulder, grinning from ear to ear, and praised, "You're a good boy. You actually took out all the good things from the bottom of the box."

"Hey, there are actually five heads and three sevens in it, this is a good thing!"

"Excellent Coptis chinensis, good stuff, dogwood, good stuff, why is there a bag of musk, left by your master? Good stuff..."

"These good things fall into your hands. It's really a waste of things. The old man will put them away for you first."

After Taoist Zhang finished speaking, he took out a bank card from his pocket, slapped it on Jiang Yun's palm, and said, "There is 100 million in this card, take it well, and the medicine will be mine."

A row of question marks appeared above Jiang Yun's head.

In his eyes, old Taoist Zhang Zhishun has always been a godlike figure like Sun Simiao, why did this person suddenly change into the domineering president's script, and his actions are quite generous.

Look at his old man's skillful movements with the bank card, this is definitely not the first time he has done this kind of thing of throwing money at people.

Old Taoist Zhang took the medicinal materials in the basket, and he happily went to the courtyard, and began to sort the medicinal materials and dry them in a dark place.

"Junior Brother Jiang, there was a landslide in a village in Daliang Mountain more than ten years ago. Mr. Zhang happened to be collecting herbs nearby. He immediately ran to save people, but because of the lack of some herbs, the two children died in front of him."

"Since then, Mr. Zhang has become a medical idiot. His greatest hobby is to collect medicinal materials, cure diseases and save lives. If your medicinal materials were taken away by him, it is likely that you will never get them back." Daoist Chen Yunlong lowered his voice and explained.

Jiang Yun smiled calmly, put the bank card in his hand into his pocket, and said: "Those medicinal materials are probably just for display when I put them here. They might as well be handed over to Mr. Zhang. Don't worry, I will never let this matter go away." Take it to heart."

"By the way, Senior Brother Chen, isn't Mr. Zhang a little extravagant? The sum of my medicinal materials doesn't seem to be worth 100 million yuan!"

"Mr. Zhang is proficient in medical skills. Is it difficult for him to make money?"

Daoist Chen Yunlong said with envy and hatred: "He just grabs medicinal materials and concocts them into kidney-tonifying pills, and a lot of wealthy businessmen come to buy them with money."

"As long as there is one person in the Wudang faction who has that ability, I don't have to worry about money all day long!"

Jiang Yun found a steamed bun in the Taoist kitchen, picked up some food, and after taking a bite, he was looking for a place to take a nap.

Wandering around the Taoist temple, I couldn't find a place where I could take a nap. Instead, I bumped into Village Chief Jiang and Zhao Bingbing.

"Uncle, what is this?"

"The leader of Hubei TV Station wants to donate 50 yuan to the village to improve the lives of the villagers. By the way, I want to interview you. I thought it would be a good thing, so I brought reporter Zhao in."

"Hey, it is indeed a big TV station, but it is really rich, so it is not a loss." Jiang Yun sighed.

Village head Jiang smiled and winked, and said, "You two young people are about the same age and have something in common. If you chat together, I'll leave."

"Xiaoyun, I just asked, reporter Bingbing is single, you should seize the opportunity!"

Alas, the elders in this world are really a family.

As long as they see single juniors of the right age, they always like to force people to join them together, regardless of whether they are suitable or not.

Jiang Yun looked at Zhao Bingbing, who was blushing slightly, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, Reporter Zhao, don't blush, Pindao still wants to find a place to sleep for a while, what's the matter, ask quickly."

"Jiang Daochang, the leader of our station wants to ask you to make a Kung Fu documentary. I wonder if you are interested?"

"Not interested at all." Jiang Yun let out a breath, turned around and left.

Zhao Bingbing looked at his back and shouted: "Jiang Daochang, make a documentary, 200 million!"

"If you agree, our station's 100 million deposit will be sent to you immediately."

Jiang Yun stopped in his tracks, turned his head and said solemnly: "A practitioner like Poor Dao never bows down for five buckets of rice."

"Money is something outside of me. I'm not interested in money."

Zhao Bingbing's expression was a little frustrated, and she finally asked: "Jiang Daochang, that documentary will be broadcast to the world, and it will definitely become an eternal classic. Do you really think about it again?"

"The leader of our station said that as long as you agree, the shooting method and shooting time are up to you, and you will be given the greatest freedom to show your kung fu."

Jiang Yun raised his head, stared at Zhao Bingbing, and explained: "Reporter Zhao, I think you have misunderstood."

"Pindao is a very professional anchor. If you let me make a documentary, it will definitely delay my live broadcast time, so I have to pay more for this matter!"

"Jiang Daochang, you just said that money is something outside of the body."

"Dharma, wealth, spouse, and land are the four elements that must be possessed in practice, without which one will not succeed."

"Pindao is a poor Taoist priest. I once made a great wish to the Patriarch of Sanqing to rebuild Tianyuan Taoist Temple. What can I do without making money!" Jiang Yun said eloquently.

Zhao Bingbing fell into silence. After regaining her composure, she picked up her mobile phone and called the leader of the station. After some negotiation, the price was settled.

A documentary, 800 million!

Moreover, the content, time and subject matter of the shooting were all determined by Jiang Yun.

Before Zhao Bingbing left, she looked at Jiang Yun and asked a little shyly, "Jiang Daochang, what do you think of me?"

"He's a nice guy, but his head is a bit big." Jiang Yun said honestly.

The shyness on Zhao Bingbing's face disappeared in an instant, she gritted her teeth and stared at Jiang Yun for a long time, then turned away without saying a last word.

No wonder the Taoist priest in front of him is good at kung fu. If he didn't know kung fu, he definitely wouldn't have lived to this day.

Is my wife's head really big?

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Chapter 73 Uncle Jiang Doesn't Like It

After Reporter Zhao left, Jiang Yun found an empty room, drew the curtains, closed the door, and slept with Xiao Bai in his arms.

When he woke up, it was time for dinner.

The celebration meal prepared by Village Chief Jiang and a dozen or so aunts in the village is almost done, and the feast will be ready soon.

After Jiang Yun got some food for the three little fellows of Tianyuan Taoist Temple, he just found a place to sit down, and before he even moved his chopsticks, the village head Jiang came.

"Xiaoyun, you are today's protagonist and host. If you don't accompany those Taoists of the Wudang sect, why are you sitting here?"

"Uncle, the celebration banquet you held is too grand, we don't need it." Jiang Yun was a little puzzled.

"Uncle Jiang is very happy that you were able to beat those players today, but Uncle Jiang doesn't like it if you say that!"

"Our Jiangjia Village has been a town of etiquette since ancient times. There was a champion in the village more than 100 years ago. Don't follow your master. He said that Taoism is natural, but in fact he was sloppy and excused himself."

"The etiquette of dealing with people is complicated. You have to study hard. You are a big star who has been on TV, so you can't embarrass our village." After the village chief Jiang finished speaking, he dragged Jiang Yun to the front yard of Tianyuan Gymnasium on the main table.

At this time, the main table was already full of people, leaving only two empty seats.

Village head Jiang forced Jiang Yun to Zhao Bingbing's side, and said, "You young people have common topics, so it's more appropriate to sit together."

"Let's take a look, take a look, whether these two people are talented and beautiful, they are quite a match."

Everyone at the same table nodded in agreement, Zhang Zhishun stroked his gray beard, and joked with a smile: "This old man is proficient in the art of physiognomy, these two people really look like a husband and wife."

"Mr. Zhang, don't talk nonsense. She has a big head. Where did we get married?" Jiang Yun frowned and asked, "Reporter Zhao, do you think so?"

Zhao Bingbing: "..."

Village Chief Jiang: "..."

Daoist Chen Yunlong: "..."

Elder Zhang Zhishun: "..."

Other Wudang disciples: "..."

Seeing that something was wrong with the atmosphere at the dinner table, Jiang Yun scratched his head in order to ease the atmosphere, and continued to ask: "Reporter Zhao, you have finished interviewing, why don't you leave, do you want to stay and eat?"

Zhao Bingbing: "..."

Everyone else at the table sighed at the same time.

The old priest Zhang Zhishun said very helplessly: "The old man has been showing people his face for so many years, but today he finally lost his eye."

"Your boy was born lonely and widowed, you can cut off the red rope that Yuelao gave you with steel bars."

"Forget it, forget it, let's not talk, let's eat."

When everyone was eating, Jiang Yun said again in order to avoid trouble: "Reporter Zhao, after the meal, Pindao needs to broadcast live, so we will not accept interviews for the time being."

Zhao Bingbing took a deep breath, and she finally broke out: "Jiang Daochang, I thank you for your kindness!"

"I don't want to interview you. I stay here to interview Master Chen Yu of the Wudang School!"

"The Wudang School is a decent sect that has been passed down for hundreds of years. How can you compare yourself to others, and the swordsmanship of Master Chen Yu is no worse than yours!"

"Everyone, I'm sorry, I lost my temper, you continue to eat."

Everyone at the dinner table was silent.

After a long time, Jiang Yun spoke first, breaking the deadlock: "Nephew Chen, since Reporter Zhao wants to interview you, please cooperate."

"Your swordsmanship is not bad, maybe if the interview clips are broadcast, you will become famous."

"Of order, little uncle." After Chen Shiyu put down the chopsticks in his hand and finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Zhao Bingbing, and said, "What, Reporter Zhao, please don't bring me with you to brag about it in the future."

"Comparing my swordsmanship with my little master's, it's like a firefly competing with a bright moon. It's really far behind."

Zhao Bingbing was silent.

She suddenly felt that Tianyuan Taoist Temple seemed to be an ominous place for her, especially the nemesis inside, which was really against her.

After dinner.

The embarrassing Zhao Bingbing went to Jiangjia Village with the village head Jiang, saying that he wanted to shoot some local customs in the village, and then make a promotional video.

Daoist Chen Yunlong found Jiang Yun and said, "Junior Brother Jiang, it's time for the evening class soon. We can't rush back to the Wudang School. Let's do the evening class together at Tianyuan Taoist Temple today."

"No problem, Senior Brother Chen. It's just that when I do the evening class, I always turn on the live broadcast and bring fans to do it together. Do you have any opinions on this?"

"Live Daoist Evening Class, is there anyone watching?"

"There are people, not many, about 3 to [-] people." Jiang Yun scratched his head in embarrassment.

Chen Yunlong froze in place. He originally thought that Jiang Yun's live broadcast was just a boring practice in the mountains, and he found something to do for himself. There should not be many people watching.

The Supreme Heavenly Venerable, the Patriarch of the Sanqing is above, why do my three evil disciples say that no one watches their live broadcast every day?

You must know that there are many people who go to Wudang Mountain every year, but there are not many people who go to Wudang School, it is estimated that there are only 3 to [-] people.

"Master, don't look at me with that look. Our live broadcast is just for fun. The little uncle is a great anchor. His popularity is so high that we really can't compare." Chen Shilei explained weakly.

"You don't do your homework every day, broadcast from morning to night, like a net dog, what's the explanation?"

Chen Shilei said with some grievances: "Little uncle is also live broadcasting..."

"Your little uncle, in order to promote the traditional Taoist culture, broadcasts it from morning to night every day. You look at him, and then you look at you, alas!"

Daoist Chen Yunlong sighed, and he couldn't help his three apprentices.

The three of them clutched their chests with great pain, and complained in their hearts: Master, are you a bit too double-standard?

All the disciples of Wudang School found a place for themselves in front of the Sanqing Hall, and sat down on the ground one after another.

There were so many of them, many of them even sat in the small square outside the Taoist temple.

After Jiang Yun flew the drone and started the live broadcast, he followed Taoist Zhang Zhishun and Chen Yunlong into the hall.

As soon as many water friends entered the live broadcast room, they suddenly discovered that the deserted Taoist temple in the past was suddenly different. .