"Poor Dao is not an old immortal, just an ordinary Taoist priest!"

The old Taoist priest with white hair and ruddy and full face was very casual in the face of Lao Rendao's live broadcast camera.

When he raised his hands and feet, he was full of Taoism and naturalness, returning to the basics.

"Ahhh This is the master in Xianxia drama!"

"Yes, yes! Seeing this old immortal, those loving masters with crane hair and childish faces in the fairy tales, they immediately had faces."

Netizens were excited.

Lao Rendao was also secretly happy: Hey, I finally found the master of Danxia Temple!

However, Lao Rendao knew very well that the person who saved himself in the underground palace should not be this old man.

Because in a trance, the few voices he heard were not very old, and they were not the same as this old Taoist priest.

"This old immortal may be the master of that master!"

Thinking like this in his heart, Lao Rendao looked at the old Taoist priest with respect.

"Old Immortal, you are the only one in this temple?"

followed the old Taoist priest up the mountain, and entered the broken Taoist temple with a plaque of "Danxia Temple", and Lao Rendao cautiously clichéd.

"Yes! Now I'm the only one in the temple!"

The corner of the old Taoist priest's eyes swept the selfie stick and said a little melancholy.

Keen netizens suddenly heard something strange -

"Wow! There is a story! This old fairy must be a man with a story!"

"That's it? A broken temple in the backwoods?"

"Ask the old man, I always think that the old fairy must have a lot of stories."

Lao Rendao glanced at the barrage, in fact, even if the fans didn't urge, he wanted to continue to interrogate.

"Old immortal, I see that your Taoist temple, although it is dilapidated, it is still an orthodox Taoist sect, and it should be at the peak of incense. Why are you the only one?"

Lao Rendao is still very good at talking, and while talking, he does not forget to praise the old Taoist.

Sure enough, Lao Rendao's sentence of "orthodox Taoism" pleased the old Taoist, and he was interested.

Gently brushing his beard, the old Taoist priest said in a reminiscent tone, "More than 80 years ago, my master and brothers all went down the mountain, leaving me as a little Taoist boy to guard the mountain gate."

Just this sentence silenced Lao Rendao and the netizens in the live broadcast room.

More than eighty years ago?

Anyone who has a little knowledge of history knows what kind of year it is.

The war is raging, the family and country are ruined, ghosts and animals are rampant, and the lives are ruined.

"Woohoo! Tears!"

"The Taoist priest in the troubled times went down the mountain, and returned to the mountains and forests in the prosperous times!"

"Old fairy, I'm sorry, I—I just said something bad!"

"The master and the brothers have all gone down the mountain, leaving only the youngest little Taoist boy, woo, just thinking about it, I already cried!"

「…… For more than 80 years, the old immortal is still guarding the Taoist temple, he must be waiting for the master and senior brother to come back!"

Netizens were really moved. Crying crying, comments of reviews.

However, even netizens who said "the old fairy is waiting for the master to return" know that those people can't come back.

More than eighty years, when I went down the mountain, the youngest should be twenty years old.

An old man over a hundred years old, even if he is alive, is, also-

Just when the people in front of and behind the live broadcast camera were silent and emotional, they suddenly heard a cheerful voiceover-

"Master! Master! I've found my ancestor!"

Lao Rendao &...... netizens:

What's going on?

Are you sure it's not a pre-arranged script?

That's, isn't that a coincidence?

It was an old Taoist priest with a melancholy face, and his expression was a little cracked.

Ahem, he does miss his master, brother and other relatives.

It's just that more than 80 years have passed, and no matter how strong the emotion is, it will turn into a faint longing.

He still remembered his master's voice and smile, but he couldn't

Weeping bitterly at every turn.

And after cultivating for more than eighty years, although Chi Qingshi is not talented enough, his Dao heart is very stable.

He has also entered the state of returning to the basics.

Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself, laugh and scold, and do what you want.

He would show such an obvious expression, but he just saw the selfie stick in Lao Rendao's hand!

Acting, an old man who is almost 100 years old also has a childlike heart that wants to be "popular".

However, when he heard the energetic voice of his apprentice, his whole body cracked a little-

Stinky girl, what do you mean that you have found your ancestor?

My master, when he picked me up, looked forty or fifty years old, but in fact he was more than a hundred years old.

This is still his cultivation of the Dao method and prolonging his life.

Now that more than eighty years have passed, the master is already more than two hundred years old, how can he still be alive?

Although Chi Qingshi had deduced the number of lives for his master several times, his cultivation was too low, and he tossed himself until he vomited blood every time.

After many times, he was always injured, and Chi Qingshi accepted his fate.

He can't calculate the master's life, and he also hopes that the master can live a long life.

But, two hundred and eight years old, hey!

It's unrealistic to think about it.

Didn't the stinky girl be deceived?

As soon as this idea came to mind, it was suppressed by Chi Qingshi himself.

No way!

The stinky girl has been walking the rivers and lakes since she was thirteen years old, and she has long been very familiar with the tricks of the tricks of the gods.

Ahem, it's the little girl herself, she's a good hand at pretending to be a ghost, how could she be fooled?

Chi Qingshi's mind was full of question marks, and he didn't care about acting in front of Lao Rendao at all, so he walked a few steps quickly and headed towards the mountain gate.

He wanted to see what kind of demon he dared to pretend to be his master!

The old Taoist priest in his nineties walked like a fly, rolling up his sleeves as he walked.

That look doesn't look like greeting the master, but like going to fight with someone!

Lao Rendao was dumbfounded, he didn't even bother to explain to the netizens in the live broadcast room-

Fellow Daoists, this is really not a script I arranged!

It's also the first time I've come to Danxia Temple, hey!

Habitually holding a selfie stick, Lao Rendao chased after him.

When he arrived at the mountain gate, he happened to meet a group of three.

The one who led the way at the forefront was naturally his stinky apprentice Chi Qiaomu.

She was followed by two young and pink boys and girls.

"Sure enough, it's not Shizun!"

Chi Qingshi couldn't tell whether he was happy or disappointed.

Although he felt that it was impossible, when he heard the shout of the disciple, Chi Qingshi still had some illusions in his heart.

Then, disillusioned!

The man was not his master at all.

When the master left, Chi Qingshi was already ten years old and had long remembered.

And every few years he would personally paint the portrait of the master, even after more than eighty years, the memory of the person has declined, but the portrait is still there.

Until now, Chi Qingshi clearly remembers the appearance of his master.

A middle-aged and beautiful uncle in his forties and fifties, with a cold temperament and picturesque eyebrows, the legendary Eight Immortals Lu Dongbin is probably the appearance of a master.

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy is also very outstanding, and his temperament is inexplicably familiar.

Chi Qingshi's heart was pounding.

"Idiot! Before going down the mountain as a teacher, didn't I tell you that this Taoist temple can be kept, and if not, you will go down the mountain and enter the world."

Marry a wife and have children, and be a happy ordinary person!

Chi Po looked at the old man with white hair in vain, overlapping him with the appearance of the little Taoist boy in his memory, and suddenly felt a little sad.

Thump!

Chi Qingshi knelt down, because Chi Poyu's words were exactly what the master said to him before he went down the mountain.

Moreover, the closer he got to Chi Poyu, the more Chi Qingshi felt that familiarity

taste.

"Master! You're finally back!"

Chi Qingshi thought that his Dao heart was strong, and he had already passed the state of not being sad or happy.

But—

This is the master, the teacher who saved him, raised him, and taught him.

Seeing the master again, Chi Qingshi didn't care about any Taoism at all, and he cried like a wronged child.

Lao Rendao, who caught up, happened to see this scene, and his three views continued to shatter!

Netizens: ......

Even if you get a script, the plot is set up more reliably!

Just this brain-dead plot, you can't write it without ten years of cerebral thrombosis!

"Scattered, scattered! Lao Dao has also started to hire people to act!"

"It's just, what kind of bullshit plot is this?"

"It's a shame that I really stepped on the horse's letter just now, and I blinded Lao Tzu's tears!"

"Report! Must report! These Internet celebrities, for the sake of traffic, are really unscrupulous."

"That's right! How can you entertain heroes?"

Netizens were very angry, they didn't believe that the picture presented in the camera was real.

Lo Ren Dao: ......

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have witnessed a great Xuanmen incident!

The most important thing is that he recognized it, the beautiful Lori who saved him, standing behind the "master".

Lao Rendao didn't care to explain to the netizens in the live broadcast room, although he likes to use supernatural events as gimmicks, engage in live broadcasts, and make a lot of money.

However, Lao Rendao still has his own principles-

For real supernatural events, he will never broadcast them live.

Although he was "born to die," he could not really die.

There are some things that the official does not announce, so there is a certain amount of truth.

Lao Rendao realized that Danxiaguan had a big secret, so he simply quit the live broadcast.

Netizens: ......

Is this being exposed and embarrassed and angry?

What the hell!

Sure enough, it's a god stick and a liar!

Lao Rendao knew that after this incident, he might lose a large area of fans.

But, he really can't broadcast live indiscriminately.

And this matter is also about his own life-saving benefactor -

Lao Rendao saw with his own eyes that the white-haired old fairy bowed his hand to the beautiful Lori, and called him "little junior sister"!

Oh~~

Lao Rendao knew that the "little aunt" he heard in a trance was indeed this beautiful and cute sister.

"Huh? Who are you? Who asked you to broadcast live in Danxiaguan?"

Lao Rendao was in a daze, and a cheerful female voice sounded in his ears.

Chi Qiaomu is also an Internet celebrity himself, and he is still very familiar with "peers".

Seeing the selfie stick that Lao Rendao was carrying in his hand and his bulging backpack, Chi Qiaomu knew that this person should be an anchor.

"I, I'm Lo Ren Dao! Network IDs are old-fashioned!"

Lao Rendao stammered.

met the real Xuanmen boss, and he was excited and in awe.

Chi Poyu and Gu Qingcheng's eyes were also attracted.

"Huh?" Chi Poyu frowned slightly, and sighed softly!

"Huh? It's you!"

Gu Tingcheng was like a simple child, and recognized Lao Rendao as the anchor who was tricked to death, and did not pretend to hide it deeply, but said it directly.