Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 507
The audience in the live broadcast room saw the little boy who was still crying when his mother pulled him away, and they all spoke out.

"Six cram schools, basically say goodbye to entertainment life!"

"He is still a child, he just wants to be a Taoist priest, what is wrong with him, please don't let him go [dog head]"

"Smashing the table, the student party is shaking with cold air."

"They're all abroad, why are they still so curly? Does this make people alive?"

[Sixteen Characters of Yin and Yang]: "Fellow Taoists, the life of monks is not as good as you think, and most people are very clear about it."

"Like Daoist Jiang, relying on the live broadcast to become popular, it's purely because the Sanqing Palace of the ancestors is smoking, no, it's him who caught it!"

"What Gou Mingyang said, just based on the appearance of the Taoist priest, he can be a mess anywhere, right?"

[Maoshan Lin Zhenyang]: "Dear laymen, if you are handsome, you can't be eaten. How old is my brother before he became famous!"

After Jiang Yun watched the little boy leave, he glanced at the bullet screen in the live broadcast room, made a speech, and said with a wry smile: "Every layman, you are really handsome enough to eat."

"Pindao ran away from home when he was young, and he used to rely on his face to eat. Later, he almost starved to death, so he came back and continued to be a Taoist priest."

"Please be careful when you choose this road, at least leave enough for yourself to go home."

After hearing this sentence, the staff of the show all laughed.

Even Zhao Bingbing is secretly praising in his heart at this moment, it is really not an ordinary person to be a great anchor, this ability to throw stalks is really amazing!
The audience in the live broadcast room also became inexplicably hardened at this time.

"When the Taoist priest said this, I suddenly realized that I have also lived on my face."

"That's right, that's right, who hasn't relied on his face for a living these days."

"I don't, I plan to give it a try. I'll go out when I'm full and come back when I'm hungry."

"Fellow Daoist, you are awesome. Today, the streets are full of lovers, and the rest are just dogs watching dogs."

"Forget it, I didn't read the almanac today, it's not advisable to go out today, and I will rely on my face to eat tomorrow."

"Today is 520, tomorrow is 521, there are still couples shopping on the street, and single dogs are going to the street to import dog food?"

"I'm heartbroken. Is it okay if I don't run away from home?"

After Jiang Yun finished eating in the restaurant, when he was about to go out, he touched the table with his hand.

I accidentally dropped the spoon on which I was eating borscht.

The big Russian brother next to him saw it and laughed immediately, and then said in pure Russian: "If the spoon falls on the ground, it means that a woman has come to the door."

"Friends from the East, it seems that you have good luck."

The pictures taken by drones are automatically translated with subtitles.

Jiang Yun knows that Russians are very superstitious. For example, you can't eat with a knife piercing things, it will be bad luck, and you can't take out the garbage after sunset, it will be bad luck.

There is some scientific basis for these two habits, because eating with a knife and stabbing your mouth will indeed change your temper.

If you go out to take out the garbage at night, you may meet a drunkard, or if you are unlucky, you will meet a brown bear, so you will be unlucky.

But if the spoon falls on the ground, a woman will come to the door. What the hell is this?

"Davari, thank you for reminding me, but we Orientals don't believe this." Jiang Yun replied politely.

The big Russian brother was stunned for a moment, he said Davari's name in his mouth, then nodded and left.

Watching the real-time barrage, the audience in the live broadcast room were stunned for a moment, and then exploded.

"How do you watch a live broadcast, and it is accompanied by barrage, what software is this using?"

"Is there any fellow daoist who understands Russian, who can translate for us, is the barrage accurate?"

"The barrage translation software used by Taoist Priest is good, very accurate, what's the name?" [ID Russia]

"Yes, yes, the Russian student has been certified, will the priest be lucky today?"

"It's normal for the Taoist priest to have good luck today. After all, he has sword eyebrows and star eyes, and he has an imposing manner, which is liked by any woman."

Zhao Bingbing blinked, smiled and joked: "Jiang Daochang, do you have a lover in Russia?"

"The staff of our program group, shouldn't we avoid suspicion and give you some space to be alone?"

"Reporter Zhao, your cold joke is not funny at all."

"Zhengyi sect can get married, but Pindao has always kept his life clean. He doesn't even have a Taoist couple. Where did he get a lover?" Jiang Yun walked out of the restaurant after finishing speaking.

As soon as he walked out of the restaurant at the airport, he saw a large group of people around the house not far from the airport, and an excavator was parked.

Several Russian uncles were yelling at the big man in Adidas who was moving things out of the room.

One of them was sitting on the sofa and was forced out.

The man in the suit who led the team held the construction blueprints in his hand and kept gesticulating towards the house, which was clearly a posture of violent demolition.

Jiang Yun was a little curious, so he walked over, ready to watch the excitement, and didn't intend to meddle in other people's business.

As soon as he passed by, he saw a Russian uncle being pushed to the ground, and then he didn't get up for a long time.

Eating melons and watching operas has a long history no matter which country it is in, even in fighting nations.

The Russians around kept pointing at the house, their eyes full of regret.

Their chat content was also automatically translated into barrage by the drone.

"This is the house where Pushkin lived, how can you say that it will be demolished?"

"These Caucasian barbarians are here. They don't know what culture is. They are breaking the law."

"Hey, never mind, those Caucasians are mostly thugs, we can't afford to mess with them."

"Forcible demolition without formalities is an illegal act. Have you called the police and when will the inspection come?"

"By the time the police arrived, the excavator had already demolished the house and ran away."

It's easy to go out of the country, and before leaving the airport, there is a violent demolition incident.

This kind of shit seems to happen in any country!
Jiang Yun doesn't intend to meddle in other countries' affairs. It is not good to meddle in the affairs of other countries, especially when he is not familiar with the place where he is born.

However, monks can't just ignore death, and the Russian uncle who was lying on the ground had a broken rib.

The broken rib was pressing on the trachea, if he didn't pass now, he would suffocate to death later.

"Reporter Zhao, please give Xiaobai a hug, I can save you." After Jiang Yun threw Xiaobai to Zhao Bingbing, he walked over.

With a light push, he pushed the Caucasian bastard who was about to kick the uncle three or four meters away, then squatted down halfway, and was turned over.

After a set of bone-setting manipulations, the ribs returned to normal, and the person's breathing returned to normal.

Before the audience in the live broadcast room had time to admire, they felt that something was wrong.

The Caucasian gangsters who were forcibly demolishing Pushkin's former residence put down the furniture in their hands at this time, and surrounded them with malicious intentions.

Looking at these people, Jiang Yun couldn't help feeling dizzy.

It is clearly recorded in the jade slip written by Mr. Chisong that in Russia, it is best not to mess with those Caucasian gangsters.

Those guys have a bad temper and are good at hugging groups. When walking on the street, if they see a dog that is not pleasing to the eye, they will deliberately go around and slap it twice.

"Every layman, Pindao doesn't want to cause trouble here, I just want to save people."

"You people, it's best not to ask for trouble. I'll give you a chance. You can leave here now." Jiang Yun frowned and warned coldly.

The Caucasian gangsters who surrounded him laughed out loud when they heard the warning.

"What is this Khitan talking about?"

"Come on, let's fight, little Jackie Chan."

"Is this foreigner out of his mind? If he hits eighteen, he won't think he has a chance of winning?"

Many of these guys also took out the sticks and daggers they carried with them, and then began to draw.

Seeing this, Jiang Yun didn't talk nonsense, because the Sanqing sword was put in the suitcase when he passed the customs, and he hadn't had time to take it out yet.

He made a taijiquan starting gesture, and said in Russian again: "Ladies and gentlemen, violence will only bring inconvenience to both of us."

"Pindao will give you another chance, please leave here."

The Russians watching couldn't bear to look directly at it anymore, and many of them secretly shook their heads.

But the audience in the live broadcast room laughed out loud after seeing this scene.

"These old men want to make gestures with the Taoist priest, are they crazy?"

"The hospital is busy, with so many people, the doctors should scold their mothers."

"The head of the Taoist priest is still being polite. When will the Caucasian gangster listen to people's persuasion?"

"Let's start the competition, let's guess how long those bastards will last, at least eighteen people, no matter what, they can last for 5 minutes, right?"

[Sixteen Characters of Yin and Yang]: "Dear friends, who of you know why those old men are called Daoist Khitan people?"

[ID Russia]: "In Russian, Khitan means China. The Mongols called the north Khitan. After the Mongols conquered the West, the name Khitan spread widely."

"Anyway, in Russia, Khitan means China, and they also call us a fighting nation."

"What, the fighting nation thinks we are a fighting nation?"

"China has been fighting for 5000 years, and it has been fighting for 5000 years. In fact, compared with foreign countries, we are the real fighting nation."

When the Caucasian gangsters saw that Jiang Yun was really planning to do something, their arrogance became even more arrogant.

After seeing Jiang Yun, the man in the suit who led them felt familiar, and wanted to persuade those gangsters not to do anything, but he didn't persuade them, and no one listened at all. "

"What is this Khitan man still talking about?"

"We're in this street, come on!"

"Which one of us will do it first, should we abolish this guy?"

Jiang Yun looked at the bearded, fat and strong Caucasian gangster, and shouted: "Ha!"

Daoist Chifeng has already said it in his jade slips, if you really want to fight with Russian gangsters, then you don't need to say anything more.

Especially the Caucasian gangsters, these guys lack education and have a single mind, so let's talk about it after the fight!
Jiang Yun's movements were quick, and the gangsters surrounding him flew backwards at an extremely fast speed.

Those who flew upside down had footprints on their chests, lying unconscious on the ground, either unable to hear or not see, and many of them even peed on their pants.

Eighteen people held on for less than 2 minutes before they were all brought down.

Jiang Yun looked at the people he had knocked down, stepped forward to help one of them up, and asked with concern: "This layman, are you alright?"

"Jiang, Khitan, Daoist, Wudang?" A few incoherent words came out of the gangster's mouth.

He seemed to recognize Jiang Yun's identity. When he opened his mouth, the Caucasian gangsters around him immediately exploded.

Anyone who could get up got up, and a few guys ran away without looking back.

A few others crawled in front of Jiang Yun, knelt down with a plop, hugged their thighs, and were about to apprentice.

"You laymen, what have you learned from today's incident?" Jiang Yun looked at these guys and asked with a smile.

A few gangsters said in a hurry: "Master Dao, let's go to your martial arts school to learn!"

"Jiang Daochang, I am your fan, you believe me..."

"Apprentice, learn martial arts, faster and stronger."

"Khitan people really know kung fu!"

After Jiang Yun's identity was exposed, many Russians reacted and surrounded him.

The audience in the live broadcast room were secretly surprised. They didn't expect Jiang Yun's international reputation to be so high.

As soon as he got off the airport, he beat up the gangster fans.

"It's over, the rumor that we know kung fu, I'm afraid it can't be explained clearly."

"The Daoist's pretentious tone is really practiced to the extreme."

"After hitting someone, he helped him up and asked with a smile if he was okay."

"Fuck, the Taoist priest doesn't really want to open a martial arts gym when he goes to Russia this time, does he?"

The scene of being brave for righteousness has become a meeting place for fans, and the onlookers are getting more and more crowded.

Zhao Bingbing and others who were not far from Jiang Yun were pushed out.

They originally planned to wait for Jiang Yun to finish signing, but when they left, a siren sounded.

The escaped Caucasian gangsters led the Russian police and swaggered back to kill them.

The Russians at the scene spontaneously stopped the police and gangsters, and then persuaded Jiang Yun.

"Davari, run away!"

"Those guys colluded with your police and stuffed money. They just plan to come back and arrest people."

"Don't try to uphold justice, we are here in Russia!"

A Russian taxi driver grabbed Jiang Yun, squeezed out of the encirclement, and sat in his own taxi.

After he started the car, he kicked the accelerator, turned left and right, and rushed out of the airport.

Zhao Bingbing and others were dumbfounded seeing this scene, but fortunately, there was a drone following the live broadcast.

Just as Jiang Yun was about to express his thanks, the siren of a Russian police car came to mind behind the taxi.

He said with some guilt: "Davari, I'm sorry, I have troubled you."

The Russian driver waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, my car doesn't have a license plate at all."

Jiang Yun's eyes widened, feeling something was wrong.

The Russian black car driver continued to smile and said, "Don't worry Davari, I don't have a driver's license either."

"Those policemen have nothing to do with me. It's too easy for me to get rid of them."

When the audience in the live broadcast room were calling for talent, the taxi driver turned the steering wheel to the left and went straight into the woods.

The car turned left and right in the woods, and finally stopped on a small road and turned off the engine.

The sound of the police car gradually disappeared from far to near, and from near to far.

While the taxi driver was laughing, there was a roar of tracks.

In his shocked gaze, a T72 tank overwhelmed Xiaoshu and drove over slowly. The muzzle of the tank turned around and aimed straight at the taxi.

(End of this chapter)