Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 237
The hands of Jiang Yun and Chen Yunlong landed on the bag of cakes at the same time.

"Brother, what do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything, I should tell you the same thing."

"Then let's have a little fun, let me show my cards, I think what your apprentice said makes sense."

"That's right, that's what it means. I also think what he said makes sense."

The two of them carried the bag of cake together, filled a bowl of soup for each of them, and then took the cake for breakfast and ate it together.

Master and uncle joined forces to rob him, and Master Chen is still in a daze.

"Nephew, this winter is extremely cold, especially on Wudang Mountain. Your cultivation level is insufficient and your internal strength cannot protect your body, so you have to eat dumplings to keep out the cold."

"For something like cake, let me eat it for you." Jiang Yun said with a smile.

Daoist Chen Yunlong, who was opposite him, also smiled and said, "That's right, what the younger brother said makes sense."

"You all go eat dumplings and glutinous rice balls. This winter solstice limited special offer that combines the north and the south will definitely be gone next year."

Chen Shiyu nodded without tears, he thought for a moment, then served himself a bowl of glutinous rice balls stuffed with pork and scallions, and poured a plate of vinegar.

The water friends in the live broadcast room were amazed.

"I'm not surprised that the Taoist priest did this, but the head of the sect, Chen, is a bit too much."

"The head of the dignified faction actually robs the disciple's breakfast, what's the reason!"

"Hahaha, grabbing a breakfast is plausible, awesome."

After everyone finished their breakfast, Jack brought out a large bowl of freshly cooked dumplings in sour soup from the kitchen.

Behind him, there were these little Taoist priests in their early twenties, all of whom were carrying daily necessities such as rice, flour, grain and oil.

"Master, I'm going to deliver dumplings to my grandma. Today is the winter solstice, she is at home alone, so there must be no dumplings."

Jiang Yun looked at Jack, he frowned, and asked, "Sesame dumplings in sour soup?"

"No, my grandma is getting older and her appetite has always been more traditional, so this is a dumpling stuffed with pork and green onions."

"Master Uncle, I won't tell you anymore, the dumplings will be cold later, I'm leaving first!" Jack carried the dumplings and walked away quickly.

Although the man walked fast, he didn't spill a drop of the bowl of sour soup dumplings in his hand, and his chassis skills were quite stable.

Chen Shilei was very curious when he saw Jiang Yun, so he explained.

Jack has just arrived in Wudang Mountain to learn from his teacher. In fact, the process is very bumpy, and no one wants to accept him as an apprentice.

After all, a foreign devil may leave someday, and he can't speak the language, so it's better not to teach.

But Jack is different from others. He failed to learn from a teacher, so he stayed at an old woman's house not far from Wudang Mountain.

The grandma and her children were not around, and her life was not guaranteed, so she rented the house to Jack.

Jack, a foreigner, is studying Chinese hard while taking care of the grandmother's daily life. He also goes to Wudang Mountain from time to time to try to learn from a teacher.

This persistence lasted for more than two years.

The head of Wudang, Daoist Chen Yunlong, also observed secretly for more than two years.

He found that Jack was pure in nature, dedicated to Taoism, and also learned Chinese, so he made an exception and let Chen Shilei accept this apprentice.

Although Jack has lived in the Wudang School, he still visits the old lady from time to time to take care of the old man's daily life.

After listening to Jiang Yun, he was a little curious.

In the eyes of some foreigners abroad, Taoism is quite miraculous, so many people believe in it very piously.

It's normal for someone like Jack to come to Wudang School to learn from him, but it's extraordinary if he persists.

He put down his backpack, took Xiao Bai, who was full of food and drink, and chased after him.

The old lady's house is on a gentle slope more than 300 meters to the left of the Wudang School, and it can be directly reached by a small dirt road.

Jiang Yun looked from a distance and found that the old man was leaning on crutches, wearing a padded jacket, and wearing a pair of Taoist Shifang cotton shoes, sitting at the door in a daze.

Jack led everyone into the room naturally, he poured the dumplings in his hands into the old man's bowl, and then brought them over.

Everyone sat around the old man. They watched the old man eat dumplings, and then chatted.

After Jiang Yun entered the room, he found that the room was a bit cold, and then frowned slightly.

"Uncle Master, why are you here?" Jack saw Jiang Yun with a cautious expression.

"I have nothing to do, so I'll follow you around, the old man's body is really strong!" Jiang Yun said with a smile.

He felt a little bit emotional that the relationship between an old man in his 90s and a foreigner from Italy was actually a bit like grandparents.

The fate of this world is really unclear!
After the old man saw the stranger, he was a little embarrassed and said, "Master Taoist, sit down quickly."

"It's a little cold in the room. I just turned on the electric heater, and the temperature will rise later."

"By the way, grandson, I put several oranges in the basket under my bed, you go and get them and share them with everyone, it's so sweet."

Everyone ate the oranges, filled with emotion.

Jack excitedly introduced to Jiang Yun that this is his own grandma.

His Mandarin is mixed with some Hubei dialects, giving the old lady a proper accent.

The water friends who were a little puzzled in the live broadcast room were suddenly relieved.

"There is a reason why a foreigner from Italy can learn serious Kung Fu from Wudang School."

"When my grandma was alive, she loved me very much."

"Heart-warming, really heart-warming, this is an international friend!"

"How can I see the appearance of a Taoist expert in a foreigner? I really saw a ghost!"

The old grandma ate the dumplings and babbled.

This year, firewood is banned and stoves are banned, and kangs are not allowed to be burned, so the house is a bit cold, so let everyone understand.

The electric heater consumes a lot of electricity, and I am reluctant to turn it on. After turning it on, the room is not very warm, and I often wake up from freezing at night.

After Jiang Yun heard this, he remained silent.

The water friends in the live broadcast room exploded on the spot.

"I suddenly wanted to swear, but I didn't know what to say."

"That electric heater really can't bring the temperature of the whole house down, but it doesn't allow firewood to be burned, hey."

"The winter solstice is here, and the temperature is getting lower and lower in the future, why are you still blocking the mouth of the Stove Lord?"

After the old lady finished eating, everyone left their things, and then returned to the Wudang School to continue practicing.

Jiang Yun found his senior brother Chen Yunlong immediately.

He took out a stack of bank cards from his pocket, and said, "Brother, this winter, the old man is reluctant to turn on the electric heater, for fear that he will suffer from the cold."

"I'm not a saint, and I can't help many people. These cards add up to more than 200 million, so I plan to set up a fund, mainly to fully subsidize electricity bills for the elderly who live in difficulties around Wudang Mountain."

"There are many talented people in the Wudang faction. Can you help me with this matter? If you don't have enough money, you can say hello to me, and I'll find a way."

The water friends in the live broadcast room recognized on the spot that those bank cards were all from the old Taoist Zhang Zhishun.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"We, the Wudang faction, have to get involved in the matter of morality. If there is too much, I will decide. The Wudang faction will take 400 million, and the two of us will pool together a fund."

"More than 600 million, this winter is easy to say, but what will we do next winter!" Chen Yunlong said helplessly.

His voice did not fall.

Jack broke in directly and said loudly, "Master Patriarch, Grand Uncle Master, why don't you call me for this kind of public welfare work?"

(End of this chapter)