Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 289 That Depends on Talent
Police officer Jiang Dajiang sat down on the ground, then lay down straight, looking up at the sky.

If it wasn't for the fact that his face was still sweating and his chest was heaving violently, the water friends in the live broadcast room would have felt that this was a fatality.

"Xiao Jiang, even if my brother eats and takes food in your Taoist temple, you wouldn't hurt him like this, would you?"

"You tap my acupuncture points, do you know what it's like to stand there for more than two hours, motionless, unable to even blink your eyes?"

"That is to say, your master is not here. If your master is here, I will definitely ask him for justice!" Police officer Jiang Dajiang said angrily.

Jiang Yun touched his nose with some shame, and explained weakly: "Brother Dajiang, the poor are wronged!"

"I didn't expect that the sunflower acupuncture technique was actually real. What's more, this acupuncture technique was actually placed on the last page of the whole book."

"The yin and yang are reversed, and the meridian is reversed, which is the acupuncture point. Fortunately, I have a high talent and can read quickly, otherwise you two would have to stand here all day today."

The water friends in the live broadcast room suddenly became a little anxious, and they quickly sent bullet screens to remind them.

"Master Dao, there is a police officer behind you!"

"It's over, standing for more than an hour, people have become like this, squatting on horseback for more than an hour, then he is not useless?"

"Brothers, does the anchor count as assaulting the police?"

"The person who wrote the secret book has a brain, so let's forget about the Sunflower Book, why is the sunflower acupuncturist too?"

"Stop talking, look back, save people quickly!"

Police officer Jiang Dajiang turned his head with difficulty. Seeing that his apprentice was also keeping a motionless posture, he hastily pulled the corner of Jiang Yun's clothes.

"Xiao Jiang, stop explaining, let my apprentice go!"

"Oh, Pindao almost forgot."

"Sunflower acupoint release hand!"

boom!boom!
After the little police officer groaned, he slumped on the recliner.

He was much worse than his master, his face was pale, his legs were trembling, and his breathing was weak.

When Jiang Yun saw this, he didn't talk nonsense. He directly helped the little police officer, put him into a meditation position, and meditated behind him himself, using his internal strength to help the little police officer relieve his fatigue.

Internal strength can be called a panacea. It can be used internally or externally. It is the best choice for eliminating fatigue, curing diseases and saving lives.

The internal force of the two circles circulated, the little police officer's face returned to normal, his whole body was no longer numb, and his legs were no longer numb.

After he stood up, he said in shock, "Master Dao, what is the heat that rushed into my body just now?"

"That's the internal force of the poor."

"The internal force is real, the sunflower acupuncture hand is real, and the sword qi is real?" After the little police officer realized it, he took Jiang Yun's hand and was about to kneel down to worship the teacher.

"Daoist, please accept me as an apprentice and teach me sunflower acupuncture!"

"You don't need to ask for a teacher. If you want to learn, I can just teach you by Pindao. But if you want to practice sunflower acupuncture, you must cultivate your internal strength."

"Then how to cultivate internal strength?"

"Look at the talent!"

With Jiang Yun's words, the little police officer became depressed on the spot.

Most of the water friends in the live broadcast room are old people who have watched the live broadcast for a month or two, and many of them predicted this ending.

"I knew it, it depends on talent."

"If I have a high talent, cultivate my inner strength, and then learn sunflower acupuncture, why should I be afraid of my tigress?"

"I don't accept it, my fate is up to me, I don't have enough talent and work hard to make up for it, as long as you can't die in practice, practice to death!"

"Fellow daoists, when it comes to cultivation, you have to accept your fate. If your talent is not good, it will be zero. A zero talent is combined with hard work and chance, and the final result is still zero."

[Sixteen Characters of Yin Yang] "Young people, after all, are still too young to accept their fate."

"In my previous life, when I first practiced, I failed in 20 years. I changed to martial arts, and I failed in 20 years. After learning Fengshui, I made a little success. It's okay for everyone to work hard. You must work hard."

"The saying of death yin and yang is reasonable, and I was only 30 years old before I realized this truth."

The little police officer paused depressedly in a corner of the front yard. He picked up a branch from the ground and drew a circle on the spot.

Jiang Yun wanted to enlighten him, but he didn't know where to start. This kind of thing had to be figured out by himself.

He felt someone pulling his Taoist robe, and when he turned around, he saw Police Officer Jiang Dajiang lying on the ground.

"Xiao Jiang, save me!"

Only then did Jiang Yun react, and he quickly used his internal strength to help police officer Jiang Dajiang regain his strength.

The water friends in the live broadcast room suddenly saw something.

"Is the Taoist chief trying to retaliate?"

"There is no need to doubt, the anchor must have taken the opportunity to retaliate, and silently felt sorry for Officer Dajiang for three seconds."

"Two people who are so miserable, if they are against anyone, they can't be against the Taoist priest."

"Sunflower Acupuncture Hand, cutting off marriages in the air, really provoked two thunderstorms, who can stand it?"

After police officer Jiang Dajiang returned to normal, he touched his stomach and asked a very realistic question.

When does the Taoist temple open for dinner?
Jiang Yun's head began to ache. Tianyuan Daoist Temple never cares about outsiders, but the identity of police officer Jiang Dajiang is a bit special.

When he lived in the Taoist temple, he often pulled Jiang Yun up in the middle of the night to make supper for himself.

Now, it's started again, and it's a messy person, it's hard to deal with!

"Home-cooked meals, four dishes and one soup, let's eat steamed buns and fried vegetables this afternoon." Jiang Yun put away the three cheat books and went to the kitchen.

It's embarrassing, there are no steamed buns in the Taoist temple.

"Ladies and gentlemen, due to the epidemic these days, many people are quarantined at home. In some places, the supply of supplies is also quite tight."

"It's a good thing to have a skill. Pindao taught everyone steamed buns today. If we are stuck at home in the future, we can at least solve the family's food problem."

Jiang Yun poured the sugar and yeast into the warm water, stirred them evenly, and put them aside.

He then revealed his recipe for steaming steamed buns, two catties of flour, 10 grams of yeast powder, 5 grams of sugar and 460 grams of warm water.

The main reason is that the steamed buns kneaded out of this recipe can be steamed in just enough pots in Taoist temples, and if there are more, they will be steamed in two pots.

Jiang Yun rubbed his face, and asked the water friends in the live broadcast room, "Is there any layman from Chang'an in our live broadcast room?"

"The lay Buddhists in Chang'an are at home during this time. Have you ever steamed buns and rolled noodles yourself? How are you doing?"

The water friend in the live broadcast room was crying with snot and tears.

"Daoist, I'm in Beilin District. It's only during this period of time that I understand what it means to work hard."

"I rolled some noodles at home, and my wife said that my noodle soup was cooked well [vomiting blood]"

"Some time ago, we had a bastard who sold steamed buns. He actually called us pigs in WeChat. I was so mad!"

"Chang'an people said that steaming steamed buns is a handicraft handed down from our ancestors. If we don't steam steamed buns to make a fuss, we won't buy this stuff and steam it ourselves!"

"A boy like Daoist who can cook is so handsome, I'm going to fall!"

Jiang Yun kneaded the noodles into flocs, then kneaded them into a smooth noodle ball, sealed it with plastic wrap, and put it in a warm place together with the bowl with the noodle ball belt.

(End of this chapter)