Live broadcast: Taoist priest, stop pretending, you are just cultivating immortality

Many water friends listened to Mr. Zhang’s sigh. They recalled their experience of seeing a doctor in the hospital and felt emotional.

"If the hand is behind, it means the person can still be saved. If the hand is in front, then you can eat whatever you want [cover your face]"

"I was anemic this year and went to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. The female doctor told me to drink some traditional Chinese medicine and eat whatever I wanted. I didn't dare to ask any more questions [tears]"

"Upstairs, let's make friends. I want to sit at the children's table [Dog Head]"

"When I had a cesarean section, the doctor told me that I was too fat and asked me to lose weight. He also said that my necklace was pretty. Later, even eight generations of my ancestors asked me about it because they were afraid that I would fall asleep [laughing and crying]"

"I had a hemorrhoid surgery before. When I was lying on it before the surgery, the doctor and anesthesiologist were chatting and playing games. I felt very at ease."

"The forensic doctor said that when I was doing the disability assessment, my colleagues were really demanding and irritating, but the deceased was quite cooperative."

Taoist Master Zhang enjoyed the compliments from friends. He looked at the live broadcast room, glanced at it, and suddenly saw a very special barrage.

"Mr. Zhang, if I invent the antidote to paraquat, can I become your disciple?"

Elder Zhang held his cell phone and fell into silence.

The efficacy of paraquat antidote is equivalent to cutting off a pig's hind leg and then putting it in a pot and boiling it for half an hour.

After cooking, apply paraquat antidote on the back of the cooked pork knuckle, and the cooked knuckle will turn into fresh pig hind legs, which can then be attached to the pig and still move.

If the ingredients of the antidote can be cracked, then there will be no problem if the average human life span exceeds a thousand or even ten thousand years.

"That layman who wants to take advantage of the invention of paraquat antidote and seek me as my disciple, if you can really do it, I will become my disciple." Senior Taoist Master Zhang Zhishun sighed.

Jiang Yun interjected from the side: "The effect of paraquat antidote is actually very similar to the recovery potion in the game."

"No matter how serious the injury is, as long as you drink medicine, you can recover."

"If you really come up with that thing, let alone take Mr. Zhang as your teacher, you can use the White House as your palace and the aircraft carrier as your yacht, and all the people in the world will be able to fulfill your wishes."

Many water friends were confused at that time.

Paraquat is a very effective pesticide, but it’s a pity that it was so drunk that it was discontinued.

Most people have only heard that many scientists around the world are studying the antidote to paraquat, but this is the first time that everyone has heard that the antidote is so awesome.

"Old guy, if you come up with that thing, does that mean you can hatch chicks from cooked eggs?"

"Dear brothers and sisters in the live broadcast room, if I create that thing, can I recommend it to a key primary school in the city? [Dog Head]"

"Excuse me, if I invent it, can I have a free KFC meal? [Funny]."

"Hey, if we really want to find an antidote to paraquat, let alone the Nobel Prize, if we even want to get the Nobel ashes mixed with rice, I guess it won't be a problem."

"Medical students said that the antidote to paraquat represents the reverse growth and recovery of organ failure and fibrosis. The research value in it is of great value. The code for the longevity of all human beings is hidden in it."

"Excuse me, if I invented that thing, would my wife still beat me?"

After chatting with the water friends in the live broadcast room for more than an hour, Senior Taoist Zhang Zhishun washed his feet and went to bed early.

Jiang Yun also wanted to sleep, but it was not yet time to broadcast, so he could only hold on and chat with his water friends.

[Wang Pineapple] rewards a Tiger Tooth No. 1, with the following message: "Taoist Master, I want to ask you a question, have you ever watched The Legend of the Condor Heroes?"

Jiang Yun nodded, not to mention The Legend of the Condor Heroes, but also The Legend of the Condor Heroes, The Legend of the Condor Heroes, and The Swordsman. When he was in school, he also used his free time to catch up on every episode.

It's over.

Wang Boluo became excited. There was a problem that had been bothering her for more than ten years and she had no clue. Maybe there would be a solution today.

There are two main reasons for asking Jiang Yun.

First, monks are well-informed, and second, the Wudang Sect is also considered a martial arts sect, and may know some secrets that ordinary people don't know.

[Wang Boluo]: "Taoist Priest, you should also know the little dragon girl from every point. What is her real name, Long?"

Jiang Yun touched his nose. This question really touched upon his knowledge blind spot.

However, the house manager brushed Huya No. 1 and must give people an answer.

"Little Dragon Girl's real name is unknown, but Pindao can reasonably speculate that there must be a dragon character in Little Dragon Girl's name."

"She and her senior sister Li Mochou were both adopted and raised by one of Lin Chaoying's maids. They both took the master's surname. Her senior sister's name is Li Mochou, and her name should also be three characters."

"Little Dragon Girl is dressed in white, with a graceful and graceful posture, like a cloud, looming, I feel that there must be a cloud character in her name."

Jiang Yun's analysis was very clear and logical. Wang Boluo nodded repeatedly. After listening, she suddenly realized something was wrong and her heart broke on the spot.

Many water friends in the live broadcast room also laughed like crazy.

"The surname is Li, and there are two characters for dragon and cloud in the name. Li Yunlong will definitely not be able to escape."

"Shocked. What the Taoist priest said makes sense. Anyway, I believe it."

"No, I already have a picture in my mind. When Guo'er and Xiao Longnu went to worship, I - Yang Guo, I - Li Yunlong... Hahaha!"

"I don't study well, Taoist Master, please don't lie to me!"

"I think it doesn't matter what Xiao Longnu's name is. I'm just curious, how did Yang Guo cut his fingernails sixteen years after his arm was broken?"

"Taoist Priest, can you analyze how Xiao Zhao changes her underwear after wearing shackles for so many years?"

[A Gentleman's Revenge] The reward was very popular, and he also left a message: "Master Taoist, I have been abroad for many years, and my graduation thesis this year is about the strange buffs on Chinese people."

"I feel there are many, but I just can't sum them up. You are a monk, living in seclusion in the mountains, and you are an outsider compared to the world. Can you tell me?"

Jiang Yun touched his chin, frowned, and started thinking.

There are indeed many strange buffs that Chinese people have, such as drinking more hot water, making change, pursuing the unification of mountains and rivers, etc.

These weird buffs are common to Chinese people, but they often shock foreigners who come to visit the country.

But Jiang Yun believes that the most distinctive buff is definitely vegetable growing.

There have been two vegetable gardens in the backyard of Tianyuan Taoist Temple since ancient times. Not only in Jiangjia Village, but also in cities, we often see people planting something in the green belt.

As for growing some vegetables in flower pots at home, that is a common practice, but this kind of behavior is really not seen abroad.

Friends in the live broadcast room also started to use their smart minds and recalled their unique buffs.

"Taoist Priest, does burning paper on our bodies count as atheism?"

"I feel like in this world, only people from our country like to write notes. Thousands of years of history, what we did on that day, everything is written down."

"I feel like dialectics is one of those things. A good horse never turns back to eat grass, and a prodigal son never turns back for gold."

(End of chapter)