Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 250 Mental illness and neuropathy (seeking monthly pass)
The little Taoist was disheveled, sweating profusely, and looked very flustered.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the words of tigers and wolves shocked everyone: "You two laymen, do you know that I see things that you can't see!"

Jiang Yun: "emmmm"

Zhao Bingbing: "emmmm"

More than 20 water friends in the live broadcast room: "emmmm"

Zhao Bingbing is worthy of being a reporter who has seen the world. She immediately judged the safest place on the scene and hid directly beside Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun asked curiously, "Fellow Daoist, what exactly did you see?"

A wisp of saliva dripped from the corner of the little Taoist's mouth, and he wiped it off casually with his sleeve, looking stupid.

"Don't say it, don't say it, those things are not clean, you must avoid them when you see them."

"What is it?"

The little Taoist priest approached Jiang Yun mysteriously. He lowered his voice and said, "It's three black shadows. I saw them coming towards the Wudang faction. They are very fast. They should have arrived by now."

"what?"

Zhao Bingbing let out an exclamation, and threw himself directly into Jiang Yun's arms.

Jiang Yun expressionless, pressed Bingbing's head, and pushed the person away.

"Reporter Zhao, please don't take advantage of this opportunity. This is the Wudang sect, guarded by the Sanqing Patriarch and Emperor Zhenwu. How could there be unclean evil spirits sneaking in?"

His consciousness came out of his body, and he walked around the Wudang faction.

There is peace everywhere, and the Sanqing Hall and the Golden Summit are even more shining with golden light. Where are the evil spirits coming from?
"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, fellow Taoist, how much is 1+1?" Jiang Yun looked suspiciously at the nervous little Taoist in front of him.

The little Taoist held up two fingers and answered, "Are you stupid, Taoist? Of course it is equal to two?"

"Looking serious, why do you even have to ask 1+1, alas, you really don't care about your appearance!"

A row of question marks appeared above Jiang Yun's head, and he clenched his fists, almost hitting someone.

Whose disciple is this guy? Why does the Wudang sect recruit all kinds of bulls and horses? It's too much!

The water friends in the live broadcast room were out of breath from laughing.

"This little Taoist priest is a talent, and he dared to tease the Taoist priest."

"Could it be that there are really evil spirits in Wudang Mountain?"

"Let's put the facts aside, do you think this little Taoist is crazy?"

"666, after watching the live broadcast for so long, someone finally molested the anchor in real life."

"Good guy, sooner or later you will die. This little Taoist leader has grasped the essence of death."

Jiang Yun was upset. He was about to ask about the identity of this little Taoist priest, and then contact Chen Yunlong to take him away.

The courtyard door opened again.

Chen Shilei was also disheveled and rushed in sweating profusely.

He complained: "Jiuqi, why did you come here? Don't disturb your uncle's live broadcast. You should take medicine."

"Uncle, don't be surprised. Ninth Five-Year is my young student. He studies sociology and studies the funeral industry."

"I don't know what's going on. He went to the crematorium for an internship half a year ago. When he came back, he was fine. But when he arrived at Wudang Mountain, he became crazy like an evil spirit."

"Psycho?" Zhao Bingbing asked subconsciously.

Jiang Yun grabbed the hand of the little Taoist priest Ninth Five, and shook his head after taking the person's pulse.

He said: "Reporter Zhao, it's not a mental illness, it's actually a neuropathy, and you are also a neuropathy."

"This fellow Taoist probably stayed in the crematorium for a long time, and suffered some neurological problems. He is called neuropathy."

"Jiang Daochang, why are you swearing at others? I am insane, but why am I also insane?"

Jiang Yun looked at the angry Zhao Bingbing and asked, "Reporter Zhao, do you lack sleep and often have nightmares in the second half of the night?"

"Well, that's right."

"That Pindao is right, you are also insane, and you need to take care of yourself."

Zhao Bingbing was taken aback for a moment, she silently took out her mobile phone and checked it online.

Sleep disorders are not mental diseases, but neurological diseases. This...

The water friends in the live broadcast room also froze for a moment.

"It's over, it's over, my Bingbing wife is actually crazy."

"The difference between mental illness and neurosis, one tortures others, and the other tortures oneself."

"My parents both suffer from insomnia. I just said that they were crazy, but they were hit by mixed doubles. Hiss, it hurts."

"Dear friends, in fact, obsessive-compulsive disorder is a mental illness, and insomnia is a neurological illness."

"The case has been solved. My wife and I often quarrel. It turns out that she is mentally ill and I am mentally ill."

"Suddenly, I made a distinction between insanity and mental illness. I have been foolishly confused about these two diseases. Received, received."

Jiang Yun looked at Zhao Bingbing with a cute face, feeling rather dark in his heart.

Looking at the camera of the drone, Jishou said: "Ladies and gentlemen, it's already ten o'clock. Today's live broadcast will end here. Let's see you tomorrow."

"Early to bed and early to rise is good for your health, otherwise insomnia will become a neurosis, and you will be ashamed to fight back when you scold others in the future."

The water friends in the live broadcast room were kind and kind, and they all smiled and said goodbye.

"Master Dao, the broadcast will start on time at 07:30 tomorrow morning."

"It's been a long time since I had morning class. I've been in a bad mood for the past two days. Can I have morning class tomorrow morning?"

"Bye bye, bye, fellow daoists, see you tomorrow morning."

"Fuck, I don't watch the live broadcast, my wife actually slapped my ass and told me to take a shower, and she will give me a surprise later [Bad]"

Jiang Yun is planning to download the broadcast and take back the drone.

Zhao Bingbing suddenly opened his mouth and asked: "Jiang Daochang, you promised me to make a Kung Fu documentary, you won't forget?"

"Pindao is a principled person, since he promised, he will never forget."

"Reporter Zhao, you are staying in Wudang Mountain alone, and you don't even have any shooting equipment around you. Let's talk about that matter when you are ready." After Jiang Yun finished speaking, he was about to leave with his hands behind his back.

Zhao Bingbing said with a firm tone, "The filming equipment will arrive tomorrow, and the script has been written."

"Jiang Daochang, let's make an agreement, we will start a Kung Fu documentary tomorrow."

Jiang Yun nodded and left with his hands behind his back.

The water friends in the live broadcast room happened to hear this conversation, and everyone started guessing.

"Fuck, I'm going to shoot a kung fu documentary tomorrow. I don't know if the Taoist priest has any rival scenes."

"If the Taoist chief of the Wudang faction cooperates with the performance, will the entire Wudang faction be wiped out?"

"Will the Daoist live broadcast the Kung Fu documentary?"

"I want to see Wudang's real lightness, and I hope the anchor can meet my small request."

"Hey hey, take a cold bath today and catch a cold tomorrow, so I just took time off to watch the live broadcast."

"Cold? Quarantine, must be quarantined!"

When Jiang Yun was about to open the door and go back to sleep, Chen Shilei chased him from behind.

With a serious expression on his face, he asked, "Master, is my disciple really mentally ill?"

"That's right, it's because of some mental stimulation, that's why I go crazy when I talk, and I should be fine after a period of rest."

"Then the three black shadows my disciple mentioned are true or false?"

"Shi Lei, you have to believe in science. The Wudang School is peaceful and absolutely no evil spirits appear. Remember, believe in science." Jiang Yun patted Chen Shilei on the shoulder.

He went into the room and closed the door.

Chen Shilei listened to the movement in the room, and after muttering a word about believing in science, he also shook his head and turned to leave.

(End of this chapter)