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

Because Taoist Chisong has a higher seniority, Jiang Yun’s seniority is not low in Jiangjiacun.

No matter how skinny the child sees him, he has to nod and say hello uncle.

Jiang Pingping, the grandson of Village Chief Jiang, has been very capable with his hands since he was a child. He is a troublemaker. He can walk at the age of two and learns to demolish homes at the age of three. He has never made people worry.

Jiang Yun listened to the village chief telling him all the interesting things about his grandson. He smiled knowingly and asked curiously: "Uncle, where did that little guy go?"

"That bastard was sitting on the roof of the building early this morning. He was mysterious and had no idea what he was doing."

"Come on, let's bring some food and wine and go see what he's doing," Village Chief Jiang said.

Everyone came to the top of the building and took a closer look.

Jiang Pingping was squatting in the corner. There was a charcoal stove in front of him. On the stove was a small saucer made of tinfoil, with a lot of white powder in it.

At this moment, the boy was stirring the white powder with a straw.

When he saw his grandfather coming to the top of the building, he narrowed his eyes and quickly hid the straw behind his back.

Village Chief Jiang was stunned for several seconds, and then he threw the green onion mixed with tofu, pork head, celery, peanuts, tofu and other things in his hand towards the boy.

Jiang Pingping was shocked and was about to run away, but a bag of real beer hit his face.

Then, Village Chief Jiang rushed to him, took off his belt, whipped him hard, and scolded: "You little bastard, you don't learn well at a young age!"

"Do you know that it's illegal to smoke that thing? Who gave you the white powder?"

"Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar!" Jiang Pingping ran like a wolf, his face covered with snot and tears.

"It hurts, it hurts. Grandpa will make you remember something today!" Village Chief Jiang cursed, and the belt on his hand did not stop for a moment, like raindrops.

Seeing the white powder, Jiang Yun was so angry that he was shaking all over. On a hot day, he was sweating profusely from behind and his hands and feet were cold.

What happened in the village? I went to school for three years, and the children in the village became so lawless.

Huh!

Something is wrong. The thing on the tin foil seems to be sugar. No, in addition to sugar, it seems that there is also saltpeter and baking soda.

That guy was making smoke bombs, not inhaling white powder.

Jiang Yun quickly stopped Village Chief Jiang, who directly exposed Jiang Pingping's plan.

After Village Chief Jiang personally checked the white powder on the tin foil, he finally put down the belt on his hand.

The misunderstanding was resolved, and everyone except Jiang Pingping was happy.

"You bastard, I asked you to study hard but you didn't listen. You couldn't even understand what you said at the critical moment. Are you embarrassed?"

"Luckily your brother-in-law is here today and he explained it clearly to you, otherwise I and your grandfather would have beaten you to death." Jiang Pingping's biological father, Jiang Qinian, cursed.

Jiang Qinian is the chief of the town police station. He is upright and kind, but has a hot temper.

The tradition of the Jiang family is that filial sons are born under the stick, so Jiang Pingping was never beaten on the bed by his biological father since he was a child.

I had my waistband whipped today, it is indeed a bad nature of the matter.

"Dad, you know me. I am your biological son, and I have always been sworn in with gambling and drugs!" After Jiang Pingping was acquitted, he patted his chest and promised.

Everyone looked at the boy's statement and nodded with satisfaction, but they always felt that something was wrong.

Jiang Yun stood aside and sighed, sighing in his heart: It is true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach.

Today's children know so much, but they don't even mention the word "yellow"!

After Jiang Pingping was beaten severely, he had to go out to buy wine and meat for everyone.

Jiang Yun accompanied him. On the way, the boy covered his buttocks and asked, "Uncle, do you also know that sugar can be used to make smoke bombs?"

"Understand, what are you doing with that thing?"

"I made it for my deskmate. She wanted a colored smoke bomb, but I tried several times but couldn't get it."

"You know how to be courteous at a young age. Your future is limitless." Jiang Yun sighed.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with Jiang Pingping's ingredients. The problem is the proportion of raw materials.

The perfect smoke bomb should be made with three parts saltpeter, two parts sugar and some baking soda, boiled over low heat, and some colored crayons can be added in the middle to create a colorful smoke bomb.

After Jiang Yun finished his meal at Jiang's house, he returned to the Taoist Temple and started the afternoon live broadcast on time.

After all, you have to do something and love something.

He flew a drone and introduced Tianyuan Taoist Temple to water friends.

Except for the main entrance, the other three sides of the Taoist temple are surrounded by bamboo forests. The outside of the temple is lush and green all year round, and the environment is very good.

Jiang Yun pointed to the stone tablet at the entrance of the Taoist temple and introduced: "This Taoist temple was built in the late Ming Dynasty. It was destroyed and burned twice because of the rebellion against the Qing Dynasty, the restoration of the Ming Dynasty and the resistance against Japan."

"When Tianyuan Taoist Temple was at its peak, it was one of the best in Wudang Mountain. Unfortunately, it is now lonely."

"Pindao grew up here. My master gave the Taoist temple to me before he died, so I came back to inherit his mantle."

"Rebuilding Tianyuan Taoist Temple is my biggest wish at the moment."

The blooming lily rewarded you with a money gun, and added a message: Taoist priest, please teach me Qinggong, and I will help you rebuild the Taoist temple.

Jiang Yun was stunned for a moment and said: "Thank you for the reward, but I still have to emphasize that you must believe in science. There is really no light work in this world."

"I am afraid of heights, so I jumped from Zixiao Peak this morning to save others."

I also heard that we need to believe in science, but how can the water friends in the live broadcast room believe it?

"I understand, no wonder the Taoist master didn't live broadcast the sword flying. It turned out to be because he was afraid of heights."

"Since I'm afraid of heights, when flying with the sword, I recommend the Taoist priest to add a guardrail to the flying sword."

"Xiu chats are friendly."

"What kind of guardrails should be added? If you are afraid of heights, just let the sword fly with Dao Chang."

Jiang Yun saw the barrage and shook his head helplessly.

Nowadays, netizens are really obsessed with reading novels. There is no sword-controlling skill in this world. You have to believe in science!

He came to the main hall of Tianyuan Taoist Temple, which is the Sanqing Hall.

Here are enshrined the statues of the Three Pure Ones, namely Taiqing Daode Tianzun, Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun and Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun.

Because of its remote location and low reputation, the Taoist temple has little incense all year round.

The walls of Sanqing Hall are peeling off, a thick layer of dust has accumulated on the altar table, and even the paint on the statues has lost its color.

Jiang Yun clasped his hands together and said in a low voice: "The Blessed Immortal Lord, sin, sin."

He brushed off the dust on the altar table, respectfully placed three sticks of incense on the statue, and then began to clean the main hall.

The water friends in the live broadcast room were filled with emotion.

"Our country's native religion comes out to save the country in troubled times, but retreats behind closed doors in prosperous times. The master who drives a Ferrari next door expresses confusion."

"A magic book to do my best."

"Everyone has a responsibility to revive Taoism. I am sharing this live broadcast."

"Taoist Master is indeed the man I like. He is really responsible."

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(End of chapter)