Ever since Lin Cheng at the foot of Wudang Mountain caused such a thing, many people had developed a strong interest in immortal cultivation. As the popularity was still flourishing, many people began to seek immortality and seek the famous mountains.
Wudang Mountain was now filled with a large number of government officials, both openly and covertly. Most of the people's gazes naturally turned to another holy land of Taoism.
Mount Longhu!
Usually, Mount Longhu was only a scenic spot for sightseeing, so the number of people who came was very limited.
However, it was different now. Large numbers of tourists came from all over the world just to seek that invisible immortal encounter!
At this moment, Mount Longhu was filled with a large number of tourists and reporters who had been forced by their superiors to come out to collect information.
In a Taoist temple in the most remote part of Mount Longhu, three old Taoist priests who were over fifty years old sat on a rock in front of the Taoist temple.
"Senior Tian Tong, what do you think happened today? Why were there so many tourists on Mount Longhu? This is the first time I've seen it in so many years!"
One of the old Taoist priests curiously looked at the crowd gathering at the foot of the mountain and asked.
The person addressed as Senior Brother Tian Tong was an old Daoist wearing a coarse Daoist robe. His hair, beard, and even eyebrows were white, and he looked quite old.
"Who knows? Perhaps a gold mine has appeared in Mount Longhu?”
This old Taoist priest really looked like an immortal, but the moment he opened his mouth, he had the smell of an old naughty child, making people unable to help but laugh.
The other two Taoist priests were already used to this. They only looked at the bustling crowd below and sighed.
"We're all old, and we're still cultivators. We don't know how to use modern technology. If we know how to use a phone, we should know what's going on.”
"Senior apprentice-brother Tian Tong, you're also 115, right? To be able to maintain this kind of mentality was really enviable.”
Speaking of this, the two Taoist priests could not help but sigh.
Senior Brother Tian Tong's real name was Zhang Zhiwei. He had come to this Daoist temple three years ago. He said that the Daoist temple he had stayed in previously had closed down and he had come to freeload.
The two of them saw that the old Taoist priest was older than them and spoke quite humorously, so they had the heart to take him in. Later, they discussed the Dao and admired him even more. They called him their senior brother.
Until now, the two of them had no estrangement towards this senior brother who had run over halfway.
"Haha, it's just cultivation. Don't lose your heart if you don't cultivate your Dao for the rest of your life.”
To be honest, although the religions in this world had declined, as the saying went, a friend in need is a friend. The few believers now all had a sincere heart.
This old Taoist priest, Zhang Zhiwei, was naturally Lin Cheng's character. He did not know if it was his unique talent or the system's blessing, but he found that the character he was playing did not feel out of place at all. He was completely immersed in it.
Good heavens, even this hundred-year-old old man had no problem at all. If he were to act as a female…
Lin Cheng shook his head. Just thinking about it made him shudder. He was determined not to do such a thing!
Just as he was indulging in his fantasies, a large group of tourists suddenly appeared at the corner of the mountain path and headed straight for the Taoist temple.
"A group of people is coming menacingly. Don't tell me they're here to tear down our Taoist temple? Speaking of which, shouldn't we demolish this lousy place?”
" Zhang Zhiwei " said with a funny expression when he saw the menacing group of people.
The two junior brothers were speechless.
"Our Purple Gold Temple is a national second-class material cultural heritage. Can you be more reliable?"
Hearing this," Zhang Zhiwei " laughed awkwardly. Just as he was about to say something, a microphone reached out to his mouth.
Those people were like flies. In the blink of an eye, they ran to the side of the three old Taoist masters and surrounded them. The leading reporter even handed the microphone over excitedly.
"May I ask if you are the Taoist priests here?”The reporter asked as usual.
"Isn't it obvious?"
" Zhang Zhiwei " pointed at the dilapidated plaque of the Purple Gold Temple behind him and then pointed at the words " Purple Gold Temple " on his Taoist robe that was almost fading.
With this, not only the reporters, but the surrounding onlookers were also speechless.
Why would a Taoist priest put a logo on his Daoist robe?
As a school uniform?
In order not to be led astray by this obviously indecent old Taoist priest, the experienced reporters immediately got to the point.
"Old Taoist priest, we came here to ask if there are any real cultivators or immortal cultivators on Mount Longhu, a sacred land of Taoism.”
As soon as the question was asked, everyone present stared at the three people in the middle, as if they wanted to see through them.
"What? Cultivation practitioners? Aren't we?"
"As for the Immortal Cultivators? Ordinary people like us can daydream, but why do we think about heaven all day?”
" Zhang Zhiwei " pointed at himself again, indicating that he was just an ordinary person.
Hearing this answer, the hundreds of people present were extremely disappointed.
Didn't they come here to seek immortal fate and enter the immortal sect?
Not to mention the old Daoist's answer, just his attire and demeanor, how could he have the demeanor of a master?
This guy was a cultivator?
Who would believe that?
" Zhang Zhiwei " seemed to have noticed the disappointment in the crowd and smiled.
"What era is it now? We don't believe in this anymore, but you still believe in it?”
"Come, I can let you take a photo with me. Although I'm just an ordinary person, I have an advantage. I can live. I'm already over a hundred years old. If you take a photo with me now, I might live to a hundred or two hundred years old.”
As he said that, he even made a hand sign with a pair of scissors, looking very serious.
This showy operation made everyone speechless. The reporter holding the microphone even felt at a loss. Wasn't this too unconventional?
However, it seemed that the old Taoist really did not know what had happened at the foot of Wudang Mountain. Otherwise, why would he say such words?
How could Lin Cheng not know what he had done?
How was this possible?
Even if he knew, the old heavenly master didn't look at his phone. He didn't know that the Wudang King had also left the mountain.
Since he had already started acting, he naturally had to abide by the self-cultivation of an actor!
Speaking of which, Wang Ye had already reached the foot of the mountain and was about to pay his respects to the old heavenly master.
P.S. A poor Taoist priest like Xi Wang, a common man like Zhang Zhiwei.
Since the setting of this penniless character was too difficult and the impact was too great, I didn't arrange for a general identity. I can still make a joke about the common people.
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