Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 96 Polygonum multiflorum porridge (please recommend, ask for a monthly ticket)
"Legends are legends after all. Polygonum multiflorum is a good thing. The leaves can be eaten and the roots can be used as medicine, but it is a bit nonsense to say that eating it can make you immortal."

"The laywomen in the live broadcast room can eat more Polygonum multiflorum. After eating too much of this thing, it will have the effect of black hair, and it can also resist aging. Anyway, there are many benefits."

"Why did someone say just now that when you are crossing the catastrophe, you can hide next to the lightning rod so that you don't have to be struck by lightning. Pindao tells you seriously and responsibly that that method will not work."

"When crossing the catastrophe, it's like an iron sheet meets a magnet. Even if you hide next to the lightning rod, the catastrophe will go down the lightning rod and make a turn, and then hit people."

"Opportunism is a dead end, laymen, please remember it!" Jiang Yun glanced at the barrage in the live broadcast room, and he urged.

The water friend listened and felt that the taste was not right.

"Daoist, when you reincarnated in your previous life, didn't you drink Mengpo soup? How do you know about crossing the catastrophe?"

"I feel that when our anchor crossed the tribulation in his previous life, he must have used a lightning rod, which led to the failure of the tribulation."

"Emmm, everyone, don't be too foolish, I feel that the Taoist priest is trying to tell us not to be opportunistic."

"If Polygonum multiflorum is really effective, I will go to the pharmacy to buy two catties of soup tomorrow."

"I was curious about why the anchor is not like a mortal, but now I finally found the reason, it turned out to be reincarnation!"

Jiang Yun shook his head and said with a smile, "Dear laymen in the live broadcast room, don't think about it, and believe in science. How can there be reincarnation in this world?"

"Tianyuan Taoist Temple has a collection of books called "Points for Attention of Contemporary Monks Crossing the Tribulation". The poor Taoist has read that book, and there is a record in the book that the lightning rod method of crossing the tribulation is not advisable."

"That book is miscellaneous notes that my master bought at a street stall. The contents in it are unbelievable. I'm just joking. Don't take it seriously."

Elder Zhang Zhishun said quietly beside him: "Some things are true and false, who knows?"

When the water friends in the live broadcast room heard it, they immediately became excited.

"9494, what the old Taoist said makes sense."

"Obviously I'm cultivating immortals, but you insist on making me believe in science [狗头]"

"It's a pity that Taoist Chisong didn't start the live broadcast. I always feel that he is also a god."

"Some people in the live broadcast room calm down, don't make trouble, the 99-year non-disclosure agreement we signed has not expired."

"Mr. Zhang, why are you booing with my water friend!" Jiang Yun said helplessly.

He picked up a small medicine hoe and slowly dug around the Polygonum multiflorum.

This thing is a bit like a sweet potato, it is all caked on the root system, so you must be careful when digging.

After the surrounding soil was dug and loosened, Jiang Yun grabbed the roots of Polygonum multiflorum and tried to pull it out twice. It was very loose and felt that it could be pulled out.

He pulled it hard, then shook the soil on it, and a large piece of Polygonum multiflorum was exposed.

This Polygonum multiflorum is quite old at first glance, it looks like a king oyster mushroom, about [-] centimeters long, and there are many roots growing from the bottom.

The water friends in the live broadcast room were amazed!

"My dad dug out a jade bowl-shaped Polygonum multiflorum in the backyard last time. It was bigger than my hand. I didn't expect the host to dig out a bigger one."

"Damn it, why is the color of this Polygonum multiflorum black?"

"Not only is it dark, but it's also quite big. I think it's worth a lot of money."

"It's almost as thick as a carrot, and it's really worth a lot. I feel that if the Taoist master sells it to female fans in the live broadcast room, he can sell it for at least a few hundred."

"I suddenly wanted to arrest someone in the live broadcast room, but I couldn't find evidence. Oh, forget it, let the car run over me today."

The old priest Zhang Zhishun took the Polygonum multiflorum, he looked at it, and said with a smile: "This Polygonum multiflorum is at least eight years old. If it is sold to pharmacies, it will cost at least [-] yuan."

"I just picked some goji berries. Tonight, we will cut some Polygonum multiflorum to make porridge, and then we will mix a Polygonum multiflorum leaf with cold. It is very beautiful."

The water friends in the live broadcast room were envious.

Going into the mountains to collect herbs seems to make a lot of money.

When I returned to the camp, I took a casual glance and saw several hundred yuan of Polygonum multiflorum.

However, most people are just envious. After all, the threshold for collecting herbs in the mountains is quite high, not only relying on professional knowledge, but also relying on luck.

If normal people regard going to the mountains to collect herbs as their main business, [-]% of them will starve to death directly.

It was getting dark quickly in the woods.

The two of them had just returned to the bamboo forest, and it was just after five o'clock when it was getting dark.

After Jiang Yun made some food for Xiao Bai, he lit a bonfire and boiled a pot of water.

After washing the leaves of Polygonum multiflorum, pick a handful of tender leaves, then scald them with boiling water, remove and drain.

Chop wild onions and wild garlic from the mountains and sprinkle them on top, then add pepper powder, salt, dried chili powder, chicken essence, and monosodium glutamate. mustard oil.

After stirring evenly, take a sip. It is hot and sour, delicious, very appetizing, and it is perfect for porridge.

Jiang Yun cut a few pieces of Polygonum multiflorum, threw it together with the rice into the pot and simmered over low heat.

Taking advantage of the time between cooking the porridge, he got up and stretched, and looked around, only to find that Mr. Zhang disappeared after he was ready to dry the bamboo.

Where can people go if they haven't eaten dinner yet?
He hurriedly took a flashlight and searched around. Finally, under a big locust tree, he saw Mr. Zhang half kneeling on the ground, digging around with a small medicine hoe.

A gust of cold wind blew, and many fallen leaves in the forest swirled along with the wind.

The cuckoo cuckoo of the owl came, and many water friends in the live broadcast room suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right.

"Damn it, what's going on with old Taoist Zhang? Could it be that he ran into something evil?"

"Hey, don't dare to talk nonsense. There are many taboos in the mountains. Let's not make trouble for the two priests."

"This kind of scene can't be seen during the day, and can't be avoided at night. I'm numb."

"A locust tree is unlucky, it is a tree that locks ghosts, and an owl is also unlucky. It is better to believe it than to believe it. Be careful, the anchor!"

"Old Daoist Zhang has profound Taoism, and he is a bit outrageous in his pursuit of evil. Do you think there is a corpse buried under the locust tree, and the old Taoist wants to dig out the corpse and bring justice to the unjustly dead corpse?"

Jiang Yun looked at the various speculations of the water friends in the live broadcast room, and was a little speechless: "Our water friends in the live broadcast room don't want to be screenwriters, but it is really too inferior."

"If you feel scared at night, you can recite the Taoist nine-character mantra twice more: Those who are fighting in battle, all march forward."

"Don't make random guesses. In most cases, people are scaring themselves."

After he finished speaking, he came behind the old Taoist Zhang Zhishun, patted his shoulder, and asked, "Mr. Zhang, you are not resting in the camp. What are you digging here?"

Old Daoist Zhang shook his body. He turned his head with loose hair, pointed at a large lump the size of a human head in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "I can't rest, I just want to walk around the camp."

"I walked under this locust tree, and my intuition told me that there was something there, so I dug it up, take a look, is it a good thing?"

PS: Is there any fellow from Shanxi, the amount is from Shanxi, let’s recognize each other.

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