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

Jiang Yun changed into a white slim-fitting Taoist robe. He took out a bamboo flute from the cabinet and fastened it to his waist.

His outfit was extremely chic, and he shocked the audience in the live broadcast room as soon as he appeared.

"Coming from Douyin, the anchor is indeed an eternal god, with incredible looks."

"What a handsome Taoist priest, this girl is about to fall in love!"

"Handsome guy, add us on WeChat and I'll swipe a treasure map!"

“No, I’ll also make Douyin.”

…

Jiang Yun is very good-looking, and when he puts on his Taoist robes and picks up his bamboo flute, the image of a white-clothed immortal who travels around the world and has no love for the mortal world comes to mind.

Nowadays, female fans are fans of beauty, and their appearance is justice.

no doubt.

In this live broadcast room, Jiang Yun is almost synonymous with justice.

Taking his bamboo flute, he came to the crape myrtle tree in front of the Taoist temple and leaned against the tree.

"I just returned to the Taoist temple today. I didn't have any preparations. I just played a song called "Cang Hai Yi Yi" and laughed. If I didn't play well, please don't mind me!"

Jiang Yun closed his eyes, breathed out in his dantian, adjusted his breathing, and his aura became free and easy.

"Taoist Priest, I'm ready to record the screen!"

"Oh my god, why do I feel like the anchor is a different person?"

"My husband is so versatile, I love him, I love him!"

"Taoist Master, can you play a general's order?"

"Don't embarrass my husband, he can brag whatever he wants!"

…

Jiang Yun glanced at the barrage in the live broadcast room and smiled without saying a word.

Since childhood, he has been involved in music, chess, calligraphy and painting under the guidance of Taoist priest Chisong.

Take the bamboo flute as an example. You can easily pick up the classic repertoire.

Accompanied by a loud laugh.

The melodious sound of the flute sounded, sometimes melodious, sometimes heroic...

At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the bloody sunset shone on Jiang Yun. At this moment, he and the crape myrtle tree became one.

The free and easy heroic spirit in the sound of the flute, which is not stained by the secular world, instantly moved every audience in the live broadcast room.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and the petals of the purple sky tree fell one after another.

The audience in the live broadcast room seemed to have seen the martial arts world in their own memories in a hazy state.

A laugh from the sea

The tide surges across the Taiwan Strait

Ups and downs, follow the waves, only remember the present moment

Heaven laughs

Trends in the world

God knows who will lose and who will win.

…

The flute sounded, and many people couldn't help but hum this familiar song.

"Damn it, Taoist Master is not the reincarnation of Linghu Chong, is he?"

"Ahem, heroes think alike."

"This is Wudang Mountain, not the Huashan Sect. I think Taoist Master 80% is the reincarnation of Zhang Sanfeng."

"Oh my god, the sound of this flute is so nice. Who recorded the screen? Please share!"

"It starts with appearance and is loyal to talent. From today on, I am a die-hard fan of Taoist Priest!"

At this time, there were not many comments in the live broadcast room, and most people were quietly enjoying the sound of the flute.

When the song ended, Jiang Yun sighed and inserted the flute diagonally into his waist.

The sun sets in the west.

White clothes, old trees, flutes, fallen flowers.

When the female fans in the live broadcast room saw this scene, they thought: A gentleman is unparalleled in the world, and a stranger is like jade.

"I made a bet with the gods that I and the Taoist Master would be destined in this life."

"Suddenly I feel that gender doesn't have to be so stuck."

"Good guy, something is wrong with you!"

"Damn it, why did the number of my girl's love rivals suddenly double?"

Cai Wenji rewards a magic book with rice flowers.

The wolf in the north rewards you with a hotpot.

Neither the subsistence allowance nor the old man can reward ten large blood bottles.

…

Jiang Yun really didn't expect that in just a short period of time, the total amount of gifts in his live broadcast room would exceed 2,000 yuan.

Sure enough, there are still many rich people in this world!

He entered the Taoist temple, turned on the lights, took a futon, sat under the tree, and chatted with water friends.

This chat lasted for two hours. During this time, the number of people online in the live broadcast room had been steadily increasing, and finally stabilized at 1,300 people.

"Dear viewers, Pindao needs to go to the toilet and will be back soon."

After Jiang Yun let the drone fly around the Taoist temple to take pictures, he held his stomach and went to the toilet.

As soon as he left, there were a lot more barrages in the live broadcast room.

"Taoist Master, let's go together, let's go together."

"I just arrived, why did the anchor go to the toilet?"

"I found that although this Taoist temple is remote, it has quite complete living facilities."

"Emmmm, Taoist priest is practicing in the mountains, not trying to survive in the mountains!"

"Guess whether the Taoist Master washed his hands when he came back."

…

Xiao Min is a programmer at Shanghai Goose Factory. The job of a programmer is very stressful.

So in her spare time, she likes to scroll through Douyin and watch short videos of daily life.

Especially the kind of outdoor live broadcast, such as renovating your hometown, surviving in the wilderness, etc.

Programmers don't have time to live a leisurely pastoral life by themselves, so they can only retreat and look at others to enjoy themselves.

When she was scrolling through Douyin today, she happened to come across a video of a Taoist priest returning to a Taoist temple.

The theme of the leisurely life of monks in the mountains was very fresh, so she liked it.

As soon as she got home after get off work, she took out her mobile phone and found Jiang Yun's live broadcast room from the video comment area.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered, the anchor peed and escaped.

However, the night view of the Taoist temple is good, and the anchor is also very handsome.

So she hung in the live broadcast room, watching the barrage and scenery, which was quite relaxing.

As she looked at it, she realized something was wrong.

"Damn it, what was that white shadow that just jumped over?"

"Hiss, that white shadow seems to have sneaked into the Taoist temple!"

A group of white shadows quietly came out of the bamboo forest behind the Taoist temple, ran up the wall in twos and twos, and then disappeared in one leap.

The barrage in the live broadcast room exploded all of a sudden.

"I'm sorry, the Taoist temple won't be haunted anymore!"

"No way, no way, you guys also saw that white shadow, right?"

"It's such a late night!"

"This wilderness!"

"Isn't Taoist Master in danger?"

"Wori, do we need to call the police?"

After Jiang Yun came back from the toilet, he just picked up the bamboo flute and was about to play the song "Feng Qiu Huang" again before going off the air. But when he saw the barrage, he was dumbfounded.

"Taoist Master, run away quickly!"

"Anchor, what time is it, and you are still in the mood to play the flute!"

"I just saw with my own eyes that a ghost has entered the Taoist temple!"

"Just now a white shadow floated into the Taoist temple. It was really scary."

Jiang Yun looked at the barrage and his eyebrows twisted together involuntarily.

It's the 21st century now, why do netizens in the live broadcast room still engage in feudal superstition?

As we all know, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was not allowed to become a spirit. How can there be any monsters now!

And even if there are monsters and monsters, what is there to be afraid of?

He smiled and joked to the camera: "Don't panic, I'm a professional Taoist priest. Even if there are monsters, it's just his unlucky one who happened to be in my hands."

"Tonight, Pindao will take everyone into science and hunt ghosts online."

The water friends in the live broadcast room looked at each other, and for a moment they didn’t know what to say.

Jiang Yun returned to the Taoist temple, put down his bamboo flute, picked up his long sword, and went from room to room in the Taoist temple to find the white shadow that the water friend had mentioned.

(End of chapter)