Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 247 Get a fortune teller (ask for a monthly ticket)

Jiang Yun flicked his clothes and left in a cool manner. After he left, most of the girls who were watching in front of the hexagram booth also dispersed.

The Wudang disciple looked bewildered, and hurriedly shouted: "Every layman, don't leave!"

Everyone didn't miss it, leaving only a few murmurs.

"The Taoist leader is gone, why are we still here!"

"Let's go, let's follow the Taoist priest and see where he is going."

"Forget it, forget it, feudal superstition cannot be practiced."

After the drone took this picture, it went after Jiang Yun.

The water friends in the live broadcast room couldn't help sighing in the barrage area.

"The reality in the world is nothing more than this?"

"Is there any warmth left in this damned face-seeking society?"

"It's outrageous, it's really too much. The girls who just asked the Taoist priest to tell their fortunes are all based on palm reading."

"No way, no way, no one really thinks it's worthless to find a Taoist priest for fortune-telling?"

"Hey hey, let's show off, I just ate Daochang tofu, he smells good, and his hands are very warm."

"Good guy, there are really water friends in that snack street of Wudang School."

After Jiang Yun reached the end of the street, he returned to the Wudang faction.

As soon as he returned, he was stopped by Chen Shilei.

"Uncle, just now a female layman who is not young came to burn incense and reported your name. Who is she?"

Jiang Yun looked at the curious Chen Shilei, and said, "Where is he, a poor man looking for a child?"

"Eat in the cafeteria, uncle, don't go, I still have something to tell you."

"Uncle, Uncle, why do people run so fast!" Chen Shilei looked at Jiang Yun's back and shook his head helplessly.

With a height of 1.8 meters, he walked really fast, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After climbing Tianzhu Peak in the morning and walking around the street for a long time, it's time for lunch.

When Jiang Yun arrived at the cafeteria, he took a plate, made himself a portion of rice with two meat and two vegetables, and scooped up another bowl of millet porridge.

This martial art is convenient, you don’t have to worry about eating, and the nutrition is balanced.

"Jiang Daochang, this way!"

When Jiang Yun was looking for a place to sit, he heard a call, and he turned his head to look.

Hey, it's an acquaintance!
Zhao Bingbing was sitting with the old aunt, sitting in the third row not far from eating.

The three gathered at a table.

At this time, the old aunt's face obviously improved a lot, and she was very grateful and said: "Master Dao, thank you, otherwise I really don't know where to sleep tonight."

"Reporter Zhao, this is the Daoist priest who is helping me with my divination. You have to interview him later."

Zhao Bingbing had a strange expression on her face. She looked at Jiang Yun with a confused expression on her face.

Jiang Yun smiled and said, "Auntie, you eat first, if you don't have enough, there is more."

"Pindao works for the Wudang faction today, earning them a lot of incense money. They should solve our board and lodging problem."

"Reporter Zhao, what a coincidence, we met again. How was the Kung Fu documentary you filmed in Wudang?"

Zhao Bingbing gritted her teeth and said nothing.

Jiang Yun used his escape technique that day and slipped directly into the mountain to collect herbs, leaving her aside.

She had no choice but to go back to the Wudang School with Chen Shiyu and try to make a Kung Fu documentary, but the effect was very bad and it didn't have that flavor.

So the Kung Fu documentary was changed into a Wudang school documentary.

"Jiang Daochang, you still owe me a kung fu documentary that you didn't shoot, you have to pay me back!" Zhao Bingbing got up to refill a bowl of soup for the old aunt, and bit her chopsticks.

Jiang Yun smiled and said haha: "Reporter Zhao, don't talk when you eat and sleep, let's eat first and then talk."

The water friend in the live broadcast room let out a long sigh.

"Holy shit, my Bingbing wife is still in the Wudang faction. If I had known, I would have gone to the Wudang faction."

"Master Dao, you don't even cherish this great opportunity to get along with Bingbing."

"I can, Daoist, let's change."

"One thing to say, the Wudang faction's food is good, and Bingbing seems to be getting fat."

"I'm in Sanya: Although it's hot, my heart is cold, I love you."

"The Taoist priest is so straightforward. If it were me, I would have given birth to Bingbing's second child."

After the three of them finished their meal.

The old aunt said that she wanted to go to Sanqing Hall to burn incense, so Jiang Yun took her there.

The Sanqing Hall of the Wudang School is twice as large as the Sanqing Hall of Tianyuan Taoist Temple, and can accommodate more than a dozen people to burn incense together at the same time.

Jiang Yun didn't go in, he and Bingbing were at the entrance of the main hall, chatting and reminiscing about the past.

The old aunt knelt in front of the Patriarch of Sanqing, clasped her hands together, and kowtowed reverently for a long time.

The little Taoist priest who was in charge of maintaining order in the hall felt that something was wrong, so he leaned over to take a look, and said in a voiceless voice: "This layman, sincerity is true, we don't need it."

"Get up quickly, I'll take you to bandage, why did you break your head?"

Jiang Yun heard the movement inside, turned his head to look, and sighed helplessly.

A kind heart will surely be rewarded with good results, so why ask for peace from heaven and earth?
Zhao Bingbing couldn't bear to see it, his eyes turned red, and he burst into tears.

A few years ago, Liu Tianwang once made a movie about looking for children. The experience of this aunt looking for children over the years is basically a reproduction of the content of the movie.

"Jiang Daochang, the hemp rope is specially finely ground. Why do you think God has to make things difficult for others? Can this aunt still find a child?"

Jiang Yun looked at the red bloodstain in front of Master Sanqing, gritted his teeth, and said firmly, "Yes, I can!"

He helped his aunt, went to the infirmary of the Wudang sect, and did a simple disinfection and bandage on the wound.

He didn't persuade her. For a mother who was already in a daze looking for a child, maybe breaking her head would make her feel better.

"Auntie, do you believe in the poor?"

"letter."

"Okay, Auntie, do you have anything your child used?"

"Pindao used secret techniques today, against the secrets of heaven, to help you do a fortune-telling calculation, where is your child?"

"Every layman, the following content is not suitable for live broadcast. See you tomorrow." After Jiang Yun finished speaking, he closed the live broadcast room.

The two 10,000+ water friends in the live broadcast room were all speechless.

"Daozhang, I'm so heartbroken!"

"It's actually possible to deduce the child's location by using hexagrams. Is this nonsense?"

"If it's false, then I hope he's real, and if it's true, then I hope he's real too."

"Anchor, you don't have to hide our relationship, do you?"

"We believe in science, we don't talk nonsense, Daoist, please start the broadcast."

[The Sixteen Characters of Yin-Yang]: "Every day, every day, I'm just fucking bullshit. How can this kind of thing be spread indiscriminately? It's against the secret of heaven."

The old aunt was stunned for a full minute in the infirmary before she realized it. After touching her body for a long time, she finally took out a small purse from her clothes.

The small purse has been soaked black with sweat, and it looks like it is worn next to the body all year round.

"Master Dao, this is the hundred-day purse I embroidered for my child. It contains his hair. Do you think this can be used?"

Jiang Yun took the purse, smiled calmly, and said, "Auntie, enough is enough."

"Give Pindao another lock of your hair, mother and child are connected, and I can use Taoism to calculate where the child is now."

"Reporter Zhao, what will happen later is a bit unreal, but you have to believe in science, understand?"

(End of this chapter)