When the three of them were bored, suddenly a reporter led a photographer towards them, the reporter was a young man with glasses and an otaku appearance, he put the microphone in front of Wang Tianci, and without even saying hello, he asked: "May I ask why you came to Longhu Mountain to participate in Luo Tian Dajiao?"

Wang Tianci was already cold, and he didn't have a good face for Yan Ning and the others, let alone the role of this kind of passer-by, so he directly kept a straight face and didn't say a word, completely ignoring the reporter.

The reporter held the microphone, a little embarrassed for a while, which of the passers-by he interviewed in the past was not so excited that he wanted the reporter to record a whole TV series for himself to express his views, which is like this guy in front of him, who does not take himself seriously at all.

The reporter was a little angry, but the camera was still behind him, so he endured his anger, stretched out the microphone in front of Yan Ning, and whispered: "What about our live broadcast!"

"Oh," Yan Ning nodded lightly, "What's the problem?"

"I just said the question, why did you come to participate in the Luo Tian Dajiao. ”

"Why did you come to Longhu Mountain?" Yan Ning thought about it, since he was going to be on TV, he should at least pretend to be polite, so he was promoting Taoist culture, right?

So Yan Ning replied with a smile: "In order to have a glimpse of the style of our traditional Chinese religion, in order to promote the culture of Taoism and nature!

Yan Ning thought that his answer was rather contrived, at least the reporter should have gotten the answer he wanted, and snickered proudly.

But who would have thought that the reporter put the microphone to his mouth, turned to the camera and said: "Look, it's another young man who has been poisoned by feudal superstition."

Yan Ning was stunned, it doesn't seem that this script should be like this, right?

Then Yan Ning heard the otaku reporter continue: "Remember, what Taoism and Christianity are, they are all messy cults, and they are not shallow in harming people, or our true Puritanism is better, our true pure god is much more powerful than their Sanqing Daozun."

The more Yan Ning and the three of them listened, the more unhappy they became, and even Zhuang Xiaoya showed an expression of disgust, but considering that it was being broadcast live, in order to maintain the image of Taoism, the three of them still didn't make a move, but they were already planning in their hearts to turn off the live broadcast for a while, how to beat him.

After the otaku reporter said a lot, he turned around again, put the microphone in front of Zhuang Xiaoya, and asked, "This little sister, why did you come to Longhu Mountain?"

"I'm superstitious. Zhuang Xiaoya said with a smile.

"Huh?" The otaku reporter was stunned, he didn't expect Zhuang Xiaoya to answer so bluntly, and he didn't know how to pick up the stubble for a while.

At this time, Tang Zixuan, who had bought the ticket, walked back and saw that the otaku reporter was harassing Yan Ning and the others, so he unceremoniously stepped forward and grabbed the otaku by the collar and scolded:

"What did I say last time? Seeing you fight once and again, right? Who gave you the courage to propagate your messy cult at the foot of our Dragon and Tiger Mountain!"

When Yan Ning and the others saw this scene, they realized that Tang Zixuan had known about this otaku for a long time, and it seemed that they had had several conflicts.

"Ouch, everyone, look! Taoist disciples beat people! Famous and decent disciples bully ordinary people!"

The otaku reporter was grabbed by Tang Zixuan's collar, but he was not afraid at all, but ridiculed loudly.

When the people who were wandering around heard the sound, they couldn't help but surround them, and soon surrounded several people.

There are too many people watching, Tang Zixuan naturally doesn't dare to make any more moves, otherwise he will bite the dog, he won't say anything, and he will be accused by the spectators of not getting along with the dog, which is really worth the loss.

"Hmph, don't let Lao Tzu see you again!" Tang Zixuan snorted coldly, and reluctantly let go of his hand.

"Hehe, aren't you very dragged, hit me, hit me in the face!" the otaku reporter handed the microphone to the cameraman, pointed to his acne-ridden face with two fingers, and said with a cheap face.

Tang Zixuan's forehead was bruised, but all around him were guests who came to Longhu Mountain to watch Luo Tiandajiao, and there were many VIPs from other sects, and he couldn't have a seizure, so he could only endure his anger and ignore the otaku.

At this time, Yan Ning couldn't help it, and stepped forward directly, grabbed the otaku by the collar, and slapped them both with a loud sound.

"You, you, how do you beat people!"

The otaku reporter was slapped twice by Yan Ning, and was directly beaten, and his face was suddenly red and swollen, like a pig's head.

"Why are you beating up?" said Yan Ning extremely domineeringly.

The otaku reporter was stunned for a moment, and then shouted loudly at the top of his voice: "Someone! Look! Taoist disciples have beaten people!"

Smack!

Yan Ning slapped the otaku reporter twice more and said with a smile: "When did I say that I was a Taoist disciple?"

"How could you, you, you in Longhu Mountain not be a Taoist disciple?" replied the otaku in a panic.

"Do you know that you still have the courage to come to Longhu Mountain to spread wild? They don't make a move, they are too lazy to worry about the dogs, I will beat you now, you shout, see who is willing to help you!"

Yan Ning said, and slapped the otaku reporter more than a dozen times in one breath, slapping the otaku reporter with blood in his mouth, how could he have the arrogance just now.

Yan Ning didn't want to bully ordinary people too much, and after slapping him more than a dozen times in a row, he threw him directly to the ground, but this guy still underestimated in a low voice:

"Taoist beating people"

Yan Ning rolled his eyes and said loudly, "Did you see me beating someone just now?"

"No!" the crowd replied in unison.

"Then have you seen Taoist disciples beating people?"

"Nope!"

The otaku reporter was unconvinced for a while, pointed to the crowd of onlookers around and scolded: "You are all Taoist disciples, you are all heretics, you feudal superstition, you will go to hell!"

"It's bb!" Yan Ning gave the otaku another kick, and this kick Yan Ning used a little force to directly kick the otaku reporter unconscious.

Seeing this, the man standing on the side holding the camera silently put down the camera and stood in the crowd: "Hit him!"

Yan Ning sneered, ignoring the otaku reporter who fell aside, but arched his hand to the onlookers: "Everyone, thank you!"

Everyone hurriedly replied that you were welcome.

Yan Ning also said: "Our Taoism has protected the hot land under our feet for thousands of years, allowing countless innocent people to avoid natural disasters**, and now that Taoism is declining and cults are rising, as Taoists, we should let go of the past Dao bones and fairy winds, and bravely punch these invading hooligans! In vulgar terms, it is to beat him to death!"

"Yes! Beat them to death!"

"Damn, a group of foreign demons, it's really no one in our Taoism!"

"That's right, after I go back to the mountain gate, I will also take care of the guy who distributes flyers at the foot of our mountain all day!"