Chapter 327: The urge to get married from elders (please give me monthly tickets)

Mountain ghosts spend money, which is used by Taoists to cast spells, to subdue demons and suppress ghosts and exorcise evil spirits. After consecration, it can be kept at home or carried with you to ensure safety.

The money given by these Taoist predecessors is not the most popular roads that have been used to give away people. These are good things that have been used to promote the ancestors of various Taoist temples.

These more than a hundred mountain ghosts were enough to wear them with red ropes and woven into a bronze sword, a sharp weapon to kill ghosts.

The only regret is that Jiang Yun looked at these copper coins and felt familiar.

He vaguely remembered that when he was young, he seemed to have seen these copper coins in the small wooden box under the altar of the Sanqing Ancestor.

That’s right, it’s just those copper coins that can’t be wrong!

Not long after the master left, these seniors were anxious to come back and dumped the money they had saved at home. What do they mean?

"Second, what does your master mean?" Jiang Yun asked, pulling Lin Zhenyang.

Lin Zhenyang was puzzled and said, "Boss, I'll give it to you!"

"Whoever is not a practitioner who likes mountain ghosts to spend money, whether it is to give it to people or sell it out, they are very proud of their face."

"If you don't like these copper coins, you can give them to me. I won't be too cold!"

Jiang Yun shook a box of Shangui’s money in his hand, and he handed the box directly to Lin Zhenyang.

Bang!

Before Lin Zhenyang could hold the box in his hand, he was slapped by Taoist Lin Zhengfa, the head of Maoshan, on the back of his head.

"The ignorant, what kind of ambition have you eaten? Can you suppress such a thing with your own luck?"

"Master Jiang, when your master went down the mountain, he went around in order to become famous and challenged each Taoist temple, and left this copper coin."

"Today, these copper coins are considered as the original owner. If you keep this copper coins, I will say goodbye first."

After Taoist Master Lin Zhengfa finished speaking, he took Lin Zhenyang and went down the mountain quickly. Other Taoist fellow disciples looked at the wooden box in Jiang Yun's hand and also accelerated their pace to go down the mountain.

The Tianyuan Taoist Temple, which was still lively just now, was a blink of an eye and the tea was cold.

The water friends in the live broadcast room have a deeper understanding of the copper coins produced by Tianyuan Taoist Temple.

"Cover your face, I thought the Taoist priests came to give gifts, but I didn't expect that they were trying to get rid of the blame."

"Those mountain ghosts spend money, the quality is really good. I originally wanted to buy..."

"The stick I bought last time was still there, and the Taoist temple has purchased goods again [Funny]"

"My friend next door who lived a good life said: Don't come here!"

"The old Taoist priest with such a profound cultivation level is as fearful as a tiger. Why do I just don't believe in evil?"

"Friends, do you want to take over one? Try it?"

"No, I can't afford it, I can't afford it. Poverty makes me ward off evil spirits [cover my face]"

Jiang Yun looked at the chat records of the water friend and asked helplessly: "Uncle Master, are these people here to eat the mat today just to pay back these copper coins?"

Uncle Zhang Shengtan nodded. He looked at the wooden box filled with copper coins, and the corners of his mouth twitched significantly.

"These mountain ghosts spend money and good things, but they are just some ominous aura."

"With science, why are the practitioners who are now so superstitious, even believe in things that are so mysterious with ominous aura."

"Forget it, forgot, these things should be kept in your own Taoist temple and sold to international friends in the future if you have the chance."

Jiang Yun felt helpless when he heard his uncle's complaints.

Some of these things are indeed more reliable than non-believe in them.

Just as he was about to send the small wooden box to the Sanqing Hall, a sword-holder stood up.

"Master Jiang, please stay!"

Jiang Yun shivered suddenly. When he looked back, he found that it was Taoist Master Miaoyu, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it is not a big disaster, and this thing is really not suitable for long-term contact.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, can you go to Emei Sect this year?"

"ah?"

"Emei Mountain is based on Kunlun. My cultivation has reached peace. I plan to go to Kunlun Mountain after the New Year to find a breakthrough opportunity."

"I want you to go to Mount Emei to take care of you for a while, from at least half a month to three months. It just so happens that my disciples also want to know you." Taoist Master Miaoyu said.

Uncle Zhang was beside him and added: "Female disciple!"

Jiang Yun immediately hesitated.

"Boy, the fellow Taoists in Mount Emei have a sense of admiration. How dare you not be willing to surrender?"

"Uncle Master went to Emei some time ago, not only for himself, but also for you, so you can go." Taoist Zhang Shengtan said with a smile.

When the two of them said this, Jiang Yun could only nod and agree.

Taoist Master Miaoyu left, and Uncle Zhang went down the mountain to see him off. The two of them muttered all the way, but they didn't know what they said.

The water friends in the live broadcast room looked at Jiang Yun’s reluctant look and expressed their indignation.

"Uncle Master is not a loss, he is a master, he speaks well!"

[Xiao Min]: "The fellow Taoists from the Emei Sect have a sense of admiration, so do Taoist priests!"

"Big Mother Dragon, go hatch eggs well, don't compete with us for the Taoist priest!"

"I have seen all the female Taoist priests of the Emei Sect. They are all heroic and magnificent swordsmanship, but they are very powerful anyway."

"Go to Emei, go to Emei!"

"Hey, these days, the drought has died of drought, and the flood has died of drought. The Taoist priest was also forced to go on a blind date by his elders."

Jiang Yun and the village chief Jiang took the elders who helped Jiangjia Village to clean up the Taoist temple.

He made a very solemn decision to stop broadcasting and shut down the Internet for seven days to keep his soul at his master.

During these seven days, he became a very pure Taoist priest, attending morning and evening classes every day, drawing talismans in his spare time, and remaining time for his master to guard the spirit.

This guard lasts for seven days.

Until the seventh day, the arrival of two uninvited guests broke the daily life of the wake.

Jiang Yun’s editor-in-chief and editor-in-chief of Tiger Fish Live Outdoor Channel came to Taoist Temple together.

Wutong and Transparent brought gifts to visit Taoist temple again and attended Taoist Master Akamatsu's funeral.

"Master Jiang's tragedy and Master Chisong unfortunately disappeared from the tribulation. We are also very sad about this!"

"Master Chisong Qiangu, we are here today, mainly representing the platform to pay condolences, and by the way, see how you are in your condition?"

After the two of them finished speaking, they went to the mourning hall and lit three incense sticks of Taoist Chisong's portrait, and then burned some paper money.

Although Jiang Yun guarded the spirit for seven days, he had not broadcast live for seven days, so his mental state was better.

Nowadays, live broadcasts are difficult to do, and the number of black fans in the live broadcast room is proportional to the popularity of the anchor.

Moreover, fans in the live broadcast room also led to war with each other, and there were a lot of bad things, even Jiang Yun's live broadcast room was no exception.

Being scolded every day, even if a practitioner is uncontested and can think freely, he will feel so nervous!

"Master Jiang, we are here this time mainly because of the general commissioner who will talk to you about the live broadcast program of legal publicity with Teacher Luo."

"How have you recovered during this period? Do you want to drag this legal publicity column back?" Wutong asked.

Just as Jiang Yun was about to refuse, Master Zhang Shengtan walked into the mourning hall and said angrily: "Boy, it's almost done. You really think your master is dead!"
Chapter completed!