Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 294
Looking at the billowing black smoke, Jiang Yun said rather angrily, "Uncle Mo Yuan, please turn off the engine, get out of the car, and show your health code."

"Also, the Wudang faction is not too poor to get rid of it. Can you change this car? If you don't have money, I can buy you a domestic electric car!"

Water friends in the live broadcast room, they can no longer laugh at this time.

Daoist Moyuan and Chisong, both wearing blue disposable masks, sat on chairs on an old tractor.

This tractor was the culprit for the billowing black smoke and loud noise.

"Oh god, why are they driving a tractor here?"

"It's over, the image of the old god in my heart was completely destroyed by the two Taoist priests with their own power."

"I just said that the voice just now sounds familiar. Who would have thought that it would be a tractor!"

"Submit it, the two of them are definitely not gods, this is not what gods should do, it's outrageous."

"That tractor must be lacking in maintenance, burning oil, otherwise it wouldn't be able to make billowing black smoke."

Daoist Mo Yuan turned off the engine and got out of the car, and then showed his health code, Jiang Yun's complexion improved a little.

Before this person entered the Taoist temple, Jiang Village head drove an electric tricycle and brought his good grandson Jiang Pingping over.

"Chisong, I heard the sound of swords roaring from Zixiao Peak, and I guessed that you are back."

"I told you that you have a big life, you shouldn't be struck to death by lightning. There is a big goose stewed in an iron pot in the Taoist temple. Let's walk around. The three of us will not return today if we are not drunk!" Village Chief Jiang and Jiang Pingping showed their health codes .

The water friends in the live broadcast room saw this scene and said in their hearts that Wudang Mountain has a high awareness of epidemic prevention.

Everyone brought vegetables, meat and other daily necessities brought by Village Chief Jiang into the Taoist temple.

The big goose stewed in an iron pot was very fragrant, and five people ate it for one monkey, and there was nothing left.

After eating and drinking, Taoist Chisong, Taoist Moyuan, Village Chief Jiang and Hou Er started drinking and chatting.

The four of them each had big bowls of pure wine Mengzi, and when they raised their necks and took a sip, they drank a bowl of yellow rice wine.

Jiang Yun also wanted to join the ranks of the four of them and fight for wine together, but he was rejected.

Chisong Daoist said very disgusted: "Stinky boy, I don't know your drinking capacity as a teacher. If you can't drink, don't drink."

"Don't make trouble, my master's skills have increased recently, and his drinking capacity has also increased. Just watch me force them to death today!"

After he finished speaking, he threw the earless little milk dog to Jiang Yun.

Daoist Mo Yuan was very polite, and he also entrusted the fat orange he raised to Jiang Yun to take care of it.

Jiang Pingping and Hou Er were left behind, one was young enough to pour wine, and the other had a good capacity for alcohol.

then.

Jiang Yun became an animal caretaker and began to take care of a large group of animals, cats, dogs, eagles, foxes, snakes, you name it.

After he told the six little guys not to run around, he took them to the back mountain of the Taoist temple.

Friends of the water in the live broadcast room, seeing this scene, felt very distressed.

"The Taoist priest is so miserable that he can't even sit on the table after drinking."

"This is not the master of Taoist temple, this is purely the owner of the zoo!"

"I don't drink at all, and I am disgusted. I feel sorry for the Taoist priest."

"Why does Chisong Daochang's little milk dog have no ears? It looks so pitiful!"

"The dog's eyes are really aggrieved, it's not as big as the orange cat raised by Daoist Mo Yuan."

That little milk dog, when he arrived at the back mountain, showed an amazing talent for fun.

With Xiaobai and the orange cat, it actually climbed up a steep slope seven or eight meters high, and even took model steps on it.

Sitting on a piece of bluestone, Jiang Yun remembered what Master said about the little milk dog last night, and immediately began to refute the rumors: "Dear fellows, don't be fooled by that little milk dog."

"That little guy is very fierce. Its ears were cut off for medical treatment, and it cost my master more than 1 yuan."

"That little guy is called Quer. Because of its special breed, it can only grow so big, but it is very fierce. When my master met it, it was a street fighter."

Rows of question marks appeared above the heads of the water friends in the live broadcast room.

"Daoist, don't lie to me, how can such a small dog be a street fighter?"

"Fuck, the dog is so fierce. It bit off a branch as thick as a finger. What breed is it?"

"We also have a street bully dog ​​here, and it has no ears. I believe what the Taoist priest said."

"I thought it was a dog abuse, and tears of distress came out, but it turned out to be a street fighter, who immediately suppressed the tears and paid the [heart piercing] by mistake."

"Looking at its roundness, you can tell that it is a dog that enjoys happiness. How can it suffer?"

How can a dog that can be adopted by Chief Chisong be an ordinary breed?
This dog with missing ears has a social aura, and he is very active. Even if he is a cross-species dog, he can have fun with Xiaobai and Fat Ju.

Sitting on the bluestone, Jiang Yun saw the three little guys running up and down happily on the top of the steep slope, feeling envious in his heart.

Small animals are good, there are no worries in their hearts, they are not like people, every day is a lot of things, annoying... I will go!
Queer was walking a model step on the top of the steep slope, when it was walking, it suddenly slipped and fell straight down.

From a height of seven or eight meters, dozens of 360-degree flips came, and when it fell, it hit its head on the stone.

The little dog was lucky, and he was fine. He stood up by himself, and glanced at the top of the slope. There was a bit of arrogance in that look.

After Que Er recognized the direction, he was going back to Tianyuan Taoist Temple with cheerful steps.

Xiaobai and Orange Cat showed their heads on the top of the steep slope, looking down, their eyes were full of confusion.

Jiang Yun climbed up to the top of the steep slope with two strides, caught the two of them, and then took a few little guys to chase after the ear.

Everyone followed Que Er, watching its cheerful pace, and everyone sighed inwardly—this is really a good dog!
"Master Dao, this dog is a ruthless man."

"When will this dog grow up and be bred, can you keep one for me?"

"It seems to be as stable as an old dog, but in fact it fell and suffered internal injuries. The dog also wants to save face."

"Missing ear: Internal injury, can't vomit, I have to walk through this passage, I can't lose face!"

"Xiaobai and Orange Cat: This dog can get along, it really jumps down if something happens!"

Jiang Yun led a few little guys back to the Taoist temple, and after Queer saw Taoist Chisong, he stopped pretending.

It ran over at a trot, with tears in its eyes, whining and chirping non-stop.

"Stinky boy, what did you do to this little guy?"

Jiang Yun shrugged his shoulders and explained: "Master, it's really none of my business. The dog you raised climbed up the high slope by itself, and then fell down."

"It's all right, do you want me to treat it?"

"I fell, from how high I fell!"

"It's very high, about seven or eight meters!"

"Seven or eight meters, what's the height? There shouldn't be an accident!" Chisong Daoist frowned, and he held the missing ear and looked around carefully.

Queer groaned in his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the wine bowl on the table, and the tears flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Chisong Road Chief rubbed the dog's head, then took another bowl, poured a bowl of yellow rice wine, and served it to Que Er.

Queer has a very good capacity for alcohol. After drinking a bowl of wine, he hiccupped, but nothing happened.

Standing beside Jiang Yun, he felt quite uncomfortable. The best actor, definitely the best actor, is cheating on drinking!
These days, monsters are everywhere, and even a dog can drink much more than a poor man. Is there any reason for this?

(End of this chapter)