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

Professional Taoist priests came out to refute the rumors, and all the water friends in the live broadcast room laughed.

Mr. Zhang is not short of money, simply because of his superb medical skills, and Jiang Yun is not short of money. Apart from good luck and a solid foundation in Tianyuan Taoism, the rest is due to his status as a popular anchor.

With a net worth of tens of millions like the two of them, in this Taoist sect, the number of people will definitely not exceed four figures.

After Jiang Yun washed up, he prepared some dried meat for Xiaobai and Brother Snake, and then came to the campfire with a bowl of hot porridge, and asked, "Old Zhang, what you just said to Mr. Ma was a little too much? "

"Excessive?"

Zhang Zhishun frowned, and he casually grabbed a piece of wild ginger that he dug a few days ago not far away.

He opened the mouth and said, "Boy, I tell you that there are essential differences between Chinese medicine, western medicine and modern medicine."

"The bloodletting therapy of traditional Western medicine is pure dross and has been abandoned. Now when we talk about Western medicine, most people's reaction is actually modern medicine."

"But modern medicine is really two extremes compared with traditional Chinese medicine. Take pharmaceuticals as an example. Traditional Chinese medicine focuses on curative effects, while modern medicine focuses on effective substances."

Everyone in the live broadcast room was dumbfounded, especially those who were prejudiced against Chinese medicine.

"If you don't rely on effective substances to cure a disease, what should you rely on?"

"Anyway, I don't think Chinese medicine is as effective as Western medicine. I caught a cold last winter. I drank Chinese medicine for a week and it didn't work. I got injections and infusions for three to five days."

"Traditional Chinese medicine is cheap and slow to cure the root cause, while Western medicine is fast but does not cure the root cause. Is it normal to choose a treatment plan depending on the situation?"

"My father is a doctor of Chinese medicine, my mother is a doctor of western medicine. When I was young, I had a cold, and my mother asked me to find my father [secret observation]"

Seeing Jiang Yun's confused face, Zhang Zhishun, the old Taoist, sighed, took the piece of ginger, and said, "Boy, your master has only learned a little about Chinese medicine, and you have learned a little bit about him, so you don't want to give up." I understand, the old man does not blame you."

"Let me explain to you the principles of traditional Chinese medicine with this piece of ginger. In Chinese medicine, this ginger has nine flavors and nine meridians."

"They are fresh ginger, dried ginger, sliced ​​ginger, shredded ginger, stewed ginger, gun ginger, ginger charcoal, roasted ginger and pure ginger."

"Let's just take pure ginger as an example. Once the skin is scraped, it will be hot. If the skin is not scraped, it will be warm. Cut ginger into slices. When it is used as medicine, it goes through the lung meridian. Cut ginger Chengsi, it follows the Heart Sutra."

"From the point of view of traditional Chinese medicine, this is a different thing, and the curative effect is completely different, but from the point of view of modern medicine, isn't ginger just ginger?"

"It's just ginger, and the old ginseng is more complicated to explain. Perhaps the development of modern medicine for a few decades will prove that what Chinese medicine says is the truth."

Jiang Yun touched the back of his head, and he couldn't help asking: "Mr. Zhang, you are a master of Chinese medicine, why don't you stand up and explain for Chinese medicine?"

"Is Chinese medicine useful from the end of the Qing Dynasty to the present?"

Master Zhang Zhishun stroked his beard, and said indignantly, "Anyway, I've said what I should say for decades. Believe me, believe me, and get out if you don't believe me. Just don't disturb the old man's cultivation now."

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Chapter 118 All kinds of cows and horses are recruited to the mountains (ask for a monthly ticket)

The water friends in the live broadcast room couldn't help feeling emotional when they saw the old man's indignant expression.

"It is reasonable to say that the side effects of traditional Chinese medicine are less than those of western medicine, and western medicine is more targeted, while traditional Chinese medicine is gentler."

"What I said above is true. Taking western medicine will make you recover quickly, but other parts of your body are prone to problems. For example, if you take medicine to control gout, the uric acid will drop, but the liver and kidney functions will also decline.".

"I believe in Chinese medicine, but when you go to a Chinese medicine hospital for treatment, you must find the right doctor."

"People live in Germany, so to be reasonable, Chinese medicine is much more popular than Western medicine in Germany, especially acupuncture, which I can't afford."

"Oh, it's really heartbreaking to see Chinese medicine flourishing abroad!"

"Acupuncture and moxibustion can be practiced legally in the United States, and the income is still high. The effect must be generally recognized. I don't know why so many people in China hate Chinese medicine."

Jiang Yun looked at Mr. Zhang and asked, "Mr. Zhang, traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to the harmony of yin and yang, so what's the matter with picking yin and nourishing yang? What's the method?"

"Collecting yin to supplement yang is purely crooked theory. Yin and yang are always together. When they are still and move, you ignore me and I ignore you."

"Movement is real fire, and stillness is real yin. Do you want to go in a crooked way, my old man warns you, that thing is bad!"

"According to my many years of observation in the society, in fact, there is no harvesting yin to nourish yang, but there is harvesting yang to nourish yin. Otherwise, why would there be so many young daughters-in-law thinking about formulating folk remedies to nourish their husbands' kidneys?"

Zhang Zhishun's words directly pierced the hearts of many male water friends in the live broadcast room.

Harvesting yang to nourish yin, what I said is too true!

"Why do I feel that my daughter-in-law went to Mr. Zhang to buy a prescription for invigorating the kidney [crying]"

"I finally know why my family's production cannot keep up with the needs. It must be my daughter-in-law who is practicing the evil skills of collecting yang and nourishing yin."

"I just started junior high school, so I want to ask, is it really that scary?"

"Let's not talk, my wife has drawn the curtains, she is changing the easy-to-tear black silk now, I will go to the toilet to hide first."

"Hey, it's really hard to live. We've only been married for three months. Every day, leeks, mutton, goji berries, and oysters are changed, isn't it?"

"I seriously suspect that my husband is complaining about me in this live broadcast room, but unfortunately I have no proof [voyeurism]"

"I just want to know, am I being dishonest when Mr. Zhang talks about crooked ways?"

After eating, Jiang Yun took three qi-tonifying pills, and then took his friends to meditate and chant scriptures for evening class.

Halfway through his low-pitched chanting, he felt dizzy and entered a trance world.

Cloudy and misty.

I seem to have come to a palace, where a gray-clothed Taoist is sitting in front of the jade table and drawing amulets, and there is a token on the table.

"Patriarch Sanqing, the man has finally come. Boy, read carefully, study hard, and how much you can remember depends on your comprehension. If you learn it, the token on the table will belong to you."

After the gray-clothed Taoist finished speaking, he drew a spell on a yellow talisman.

Jiang Yun stood by and observed carefully, not knowing how long it had passed.

The Taoist in gray put down the jade pen in his hand, raised his head and said, "Do you understand, let's try it out?"

Jiang Yun glanced at the Taoist's face, and always felt that face was very familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he saw it.

After he took the pen, he felt refreshed, raised his hand, and drew several talismans in one breath.

"It's not right for you to do this, you should do this!" The gray Taoist frowned, he just wanted to grab the jade pen and demonstrate it again.

Jiang Yun dodged sideways, dodged to the side, and said, "I'm in charge of my dreams, you know nothing!"

The gray-clothed Taoist froze in place, he sighed, silently put the token on the jade case into his sleeve, and then picked up a brick from the ground.

"Chisong, your apprentice is too disrespectful, he doesn't deserve to get the token of the deity, little thief, do you think this brick of mine looks familiar?"

The brick hit like a bolt of lightning.

Strangely, although the brick was coming towards him at a high speed, it made a detour and hit Jiang Yun directly on the back of the head.

"Hey hey!"

Jiang Yun covered the back of his head, he let out an exclamation, and finally woke up from the trance.

Looking around, people are still in the bamboo forest.

Old Taoist Zhang and Zhuzhu were roasting by the bonfire, Xiaobai and Brother Snake were playing a game of chasing me, and there were shadows of the gray-clothed Taoist and the brick.

"What's the matter with you kid, you can forget about sleeping in your evening class, why do you still have nightmares?" Old Taoist Zhang complained.

Jiang Yun was watching the barrage in the live broadcast room, and countless water friends were also complaining about himself at this time.

"Curious, what kind of nightmare did the anchor have?"

"One thing to say, my husband is actually quite cute when he is sitting and sleeping, and he is drooling."

"I can assure you that Daoist Priest must have been kissed by the big female dragon, otherwise he wouldn't be so frightened."

[Xiao Min]: "You people, are you polite?"

Jiang Yun touched the back of his head and was shocked when he found that there was really a big bag.

I was in a trance just now, was that a dream or reality?

He told the old Taoist priest Zhang Zhishun exactly what happened just now, and asked weakly: "Old Zhang, what's the situation? Is there really a preaching in a dream?"

Many water friends in the live broadcast room were surprised to hear Jiang Yun's bizarre experience, and many people also posted barrage talking about their dream adventures.

"To be honest, I also dreamed of a very thin old man who said he would take me to practice, and then he fixed me and taught me some moves, and I thought I forgot all of them."

"My dreams are all memories of the past, I am really uncomfortable. Occasionally I have a dream [cover my face]"

"Good guy, a bunch of people are preaching in their dreams. Whenever I dream, I am a dog running wild in the school corridor."

"I had a ghost press once, and I asked her the lottery number, and she told me it was 1433223, which is outrageous."

The old priest Zhang Zhishun touched the big bag on the back of Jiang Yun's head, and he sighed: "The thing about preaching in the dream was unexpectedly bumped into by you, and you don't cherish it."

"The gray-clothed Taoist should be your master's friend. He kept his promise to give you enlightenment. Unfortunately, he didn't expect your master to accept such a bully as you."

Jiang Yun's face turned red instantly, and only the devil knew that the Taoist sect really had the theory of evangelism in dreams.

The master once said that one must have self-confidence in being a human being. The talisman drawn by the gray-clothed Taoist is indeed quite simple. I should not... make a mistake.

"Boy, forget it, forget it, that kind of thing can happen but you can't ask for it. This old man's medical skills are also what a senior of the Taoist sect preached in his dream."

"If there is a destiny, you might still see that gray-clothed Taoist senior. The devil would know that your master recruited such a bully horse as you." The old Taoist Zhang Zhishun sighed.

Jiang Yun was speechless. When he went to sleep that night, he tossed and turned in his sleeping bag, unable to fall asleep, mainly because of the pain in the back of his head.

Damn, that gray-clothed Taoist doesn't look like a good person at first glance, and his actions are too dark!

He turned over and was about to sleep on his stomach when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

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Chapter 119

Jiang Yun stretched out his hand to dig it out, and suddenly found that a brick pendant made of red string was hanging around his neck at some point.

The bricks are made of blue bricks, only half the size of a thumb, and have been panned out.

Taking a closer look, isn't this small brick the same type of brick that the Taoist in gray took on himself?

On the back of the tiles, there is a line of small words that glow slightly - Demon Suppressing Edict!

Curious, Jiang Yun rubbed it for a while, and just as his finger touched the line of small characters, a sentence exploded in his mind.

"Your boy has no roots of wisdom, and you are not humbly asking for advice. This deity presents this brick as a warning!"

"Well, it seems that we still have to respect the old man. If he had just learned how to draw talismans honestly, he would probably have got the token on the jade case now." Jiang Yun touched the small brick and sighed.

Xiaobai got out from the middle of the sleeping bag, turned his head sideways, and asked in confusion: "Huh?"

"What are you doing out, get back in." He pushed Xiao Bai back into the sleeping bag.

"In the evening, you two should keep your voice down, and don't disturb the old man's sleep."

"No, Mr. Zhang, listen to my explanation, you have misunderstood."

"The old man won't listen, the old man wants to sleep, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

Jiang Yun was stunned. He looked up at the bright moon, and looked down at Xiao Bai who was huddled up in the sleeping bag, and covered his forehead with his hands helplessly.

It's over, the matter can't be explained clearly, we two are really innocent!

The next morning.

After Jiang Yun woke up, he took off the brick pendant around his neck, found the old Taoist Zhang Zhishun who was washing in the bamboo forest, and asked, "Mr. Zhang, have you seen this thing?"

The old Taoist only glanced at the brick, and then quickly spit out the toothpaste foam in his mouth.

After rinsing his mouth, he took the pendant and looked at it carefully, amazed in his mouth.

"This is a magic weapon consecrated by our Daoist monk with great supernatural powers. On the back is engraved the edict of suppressing demons. It is useful for warding off evil spirits. It is very rare."

"Boy, it seems that your master has a good personal relationship with that gray-clothed senior. You were very rude yesterday. I was annoyed when I heard that. I didn't expect that he would still give you a meeting gift."

"Just hang it around your neck, don't take it down even if you take a shower, it's a good thing anyway, and it won't cheat you." Old Taoist Zhang warned.

Jiang Yun took the pendant, touched the big bag on the back of his head, and could only shake his head and sigh: Master, you are really careless in making friends!

If you pass on the opportunity, just pass on the opportunity. If you have to pretend to be sophisticated, if you don't explain it, you have a bad temper and are really ruthless.

However, the senior in gray is nice, he is a good person, I hope to see you next time, and he can give another token.

After breakfast, after the two finished their morning classes.

Senior Taoist Zhang Zhishun looked at the mountains of traditional Chinese medicines in the bamboo forest camp, and his eyes disappeared from laughing. This time he harvested the most abundant medicines in the mountains before.

"Boy, the old man is going to sort out the medicinal materials today. We won't go to collect the medicinal materials today. You can go shopping nearby."

"Go straight two miles east of the bamboo forest. There is a river there. If you are interested, you can go fishing there."