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

"This wild ginseng is definitely a good thing that comes from the nature reserve in Heijinggou Canyon. Look at the black mud on it. It doesn't exist in other places in Wudang Mountain."

"Based on my decades of experience in practicing medicine and collecting medicine, I believe that the medicinal age of this wild ginseng should be about fifteen years. Moreover, the place where it grows has a good environment, so it develops relatively well and has strong medicinal properties."

"You only need to cut a quarter of this ginseng root and use it as a medicine guide to treat the Guo boy's internal injuries. He can be cured in less than three months." Elder Zhang Zhishun said with great satisfaction, stroking his gray beard.

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He took out a small brush from his arms, carefully brushed the dirt off the ginseng, and then gently put the ginseng back into the box.

That action was more than ten times gentler than when giving someone an acupuncture.

"You really don't know how to cook medicinal materials. You haven't even brushed the dirt off the ginseng, but you dare to put it in the box. It's really a waste of such a good thing to fall into your hands."

Jiang Yun's face turned red, and he nodded in agreement, and then began to rummage through the cabinets in the house, pulling out all the medicinal materials that he had collected in the mountains.

Among them, the five-headed and thirty-seven kings were included.

"Mr. Zhang, my master and I are not good at medical skills, so we can barely cure headaches, brain fever, etc. I would like you to help me deal with these medicinal materials."

Senior Taoist Zhang Zhishun looked at the baskets of Chinese medicinal materials in front of him. He patted Jiang Yun on the shoulder, smiled from ear to ear, and praised: "You are a good boy. You actually took out all the good things from the bottom of the box."

"Hey, there are actually five heads and three sevens in here. This is a good thing!"

"Excellent coptis, good stuff, dogwood, good stuff, and why is there a bag of musk, left by your master? Good stuff..."

"These good things are really a waste if they fall into your hands. I will keep them for you first."

After Mr. Zhang finished speaking, he took out a bank card from his arms, slapped it on Jiang Yun's palm, and said, "There is one million in this card. If you take it, the medicinal materials will be mine."

A row of question marks appeared above Jiang Yun's head.

In his eyes, the old Taoist Zhang Zhishun had always been a godlike figure like Sun Simiao. Why did this man suddenly change into a domineering president, and he was quite generous.

Look at the old man's skillful movements in holding bank cards. This is definitely not the first time he has done this kind of thing of using money to hit people.

Taoist Master Zhang took the medicinal materials in the basket and happily went to the courtyard. He began to sort the medicinal materials into categories and dry them in a dark place.

"Junior Brother Jiang, a village in the Daliang Mountains suffered a landslide more than ten years ago. Mr. Zhang happened to be collecting herbs nearby. He immediately ran over to save people. As a result, two children died in front of him because of the lack of a few herbs."

"Since then, Mr. Zhang has become a medical fanatic. His biggest hobby is collecting medicinal materials, treating diseases and saving people. If your medicinal materials are stolen by him, there is a high probability that you will not be able to get them back." Taoist priest Chen Yunlong lowered his voice and explained.

Jiang Yun smiled calmly, put the bank card in his hand into his pocket, and said: "Those medicinal materials are most likely just a decoration if they are placed here with me. They might as well be used by Mr. Zhang. Don't worry, I will never take this matter seriously."

Keep it in mind."

"By the way, Senior Brother Chen, Mr. Zhang is a little too generous with his actions. The total of my medicinal materials does not seem to be worth a million!"

"Mr. Zhang is proficient in medical skills. Is it difficult for him to make money?"

Taoist Master Chen Yunlong said with envy: "He just grabbed some medicinal materials and concocted them into kidney-tonifying pills, and a lot of wealthy businessmen came to buy them with money."

"As long as there is one person in the Wu-Tang Clan who has that ability, I don't have to worry about money all day long!"

Jiang Yun found a steamed bun in the Taoist temple kitchen, picked up some food, and after taking a bite, he was looking for a place to take a nap.

After wandering around the Taoist temple, I couldn't find a place to take a nap. Instead, I bumped into Village Chief Jiang and Zhao Bingbing.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

"The leaders of Hubei TV Station want to donate 500,000 yuan to the village to improve the lives of the villagers, and interview you by the way. I thought it would be a good thing, so I brought reporter Zhao in."

"Oh, it is indeed a big TV station. It is really rich and it is not a loss." Jiang Yun sighed.

Village Chief Jiang smiled and winked, and said: "You two young people are about the same age and have a common topic. You can chat together, and I will leave."

"Xiaoyun, I just asked, reporter Bingbing is single, you should seize the opportunity!"

Alas, the elders in this world are really one family.

As long as they see single young people of the right age, they always like to force them to get together, regardless of whether they are suitable or not.

Jiang Yun looked at Zhao Bingbing, whose face was slightly red, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"Fu Sheng Boundless Heavenly Lord, Reporter Zhao, don't blush. I want to find a place to sleep for a while. If you have anything to do, please ask immediately."

"Director Jiang, the leader of our station wants to ask you to make a Kung Fu documentary. I wonder if you are interested?"

"Not interested at all." Jiang Yun breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and left.

Zhao Bingbing looked at his back and shouted: "Director Jiang, make a documentary, two million!"

"If you agree, we will send you a deposit of 1 million right away."

Jiang Yun stopped, turned around and said seriously: "A practicing practitioner like Pindao never gives up for five buckets of rice."

"Money is something external to oneself. I am not interested in money."

Zhao Bingbing's expression was a little frustrated. She finally asked: "Director Jiang, that documentary will be broadcast around the world and will definitely become an eternal classic. Do you really not think about it anymore?"

"The leader of our station has said that as long as you agree, you can decide the shooting method and the shooting time, and we will give you the greatest freedom to show your own kung fu."

Jiang Yun raised his head, stared at Zhao Bingbing, and explained: "Reporter Zhao, I think you have misunderstood."

"Pindao is a very professional anchor. If you let me make a documentary, it will definitely delay my live broadcast time, so I have to pay more for this!"

"Director Jiang, you just said that money is something external to the body."

"Dharma, wealth, companionship, and earth are the four elements that must be possessed for spiritual practice. Without any of them, it is impossible."

"Pindao is a poor Taoist priest. I once made a great wish to the Patriarch of the Three Qing Dynasties to rebuild Tianyuan Taoist Temple. How can I do this without making money!" Jiang Yun said eloquently.

Zhao Bingbing fell into silence. After she recovered, she picked up her mobile phone and dialed the number of the leader in the station. After some discussions, the price was settled.

A documentary, eight million!

Moreover, the content, time and subject matter of the filming were all decided by Jiang Yun.

Before Zhao Bingbing left, she looked at Jiang Yun and asked shyly: "Director Jiang, what do you think of me?"

"He's a good person, but his head is a bit big." Jiang Yun said truthfully.

The shyness on Zhao Bingbing's face disappeared instantly. She gritted her teeth and stared at Jiang Yun for a long time. Without saying the last word, she turned and left.

No wonder the Taoist priest in front of me is good at kung fu. If he didn't know kung fu, he would definitely not be alive until now.

Is my head really big?

(End of chapter)