"I am not some old immortal, I am just an ordinary Taoist priest!"

The old Taoist priest, with white hair and beard but rosy and plump face, was very casual in front of Lao Rendao's live camera.

Every move he made exuded a sense of following the laws of nature and returning to simplicity.

"Ahhh! This is the master from the fairy tale drama!"

"Yes, yes! Seeing this old immortal, those kind and loving masters with white hair and youthful faces in fairy tales immediately felt proud."

Netizens were very 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 him in the underground palace should not be this old man.

Because suddenly he heard several voices that were not very old and were different from the old Taoist priest.

"This old immortal might be the master's teacher!"

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

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

Following the old Taoist priest up the mountain and into the dilapidated Taoist temple with a plaque that read "Danxia Temple", Lao Rendao asked cautious questions.

"Yeah! I'm the only one in the Taoist temple now!"

The old Taoist priest glanced at the selfie stick out of the corner of his eye and said something with a hint of melancholy.

The sharp netizens immediately heard something strange——

"Wow! What a story! This old immortal must be a man with a story!"

"That's it? A dilapidated Taoist temple in a remote area?"

"Old Taoist, please ask quickly. I always feel that the old immortal must have many stories."

Lao Rendao glanced at the comments. In fact, even if the fans didn't urge him, he would still want to continue questioning.

"Old Immortal, I see that your Taoist temple, although dilapidated, is still an orthodox Taoist temple and should be bustling with worshippers. Why are you the only one here?"

Lao Rendao was quite good at talking. While he was asking questions, he also did not forget to flatter the old Taoist priest.

Sure enough, Lao Rendao's words "orthodox Taoism" pleased the old Taoist priest, and he became interested.

Gently stroking his beard, the old Taoist priest said with a nostalgic tone, "More than eighty years ago, my master and fellow Taoist priests all left the mountain, leaving only me, a little Taoist boy, to guard the mountain gate."

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

More than eighty years ago?

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

The war was raging, the country was in ruins, evil and beasts were rampant, and all lives were lost.

"Woohoo! I'm in tears!"

"In troubled times, Taoist priests go down the mountain, and in prosperous times, they return to the mountains and forests!"

"Old Immortal, I'm sorry, I just said something mean!"

"Master and fellow Taoist priests have all gone down the mountain, leaving only the youngest child behind. Woohoo, just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes!"

"...Over eighty years later, the old immortal is still guarding the Taoist temple. He must be waiting for his master and senior brothers to return!"

Netizens were really moved. Some cried, some commented.

However, even the netizen who said "The old immortal is waiting for the master to return" knows that those people will never come back.

It’s been more than 80 years. When they came down the mountain, the youngest should have been 20 years old.

Even if an old man over a hundred years old were still alive, he would...

Just as everyone in front of and behind the live camera was silent and sighing, a cheerful voice-over suddenly appeared:

"Master! Master! I found my master!"

Lao Rendao & Netizens: ...

What is going on?

Are you sure this isn't a pre-arranged script?

This, this is too coincidental.

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

Ahem, he really missed his master, senior brothers and other relatives.

But more than eighty years have passed, and no matter how strong the emotions are, they will turn into a faint longing.

He still remembers his master's voice, appearance and smile, but he doesn't cry easily.

Moreover, after practicing for more than eighty years, although Chi Qingshi lacks talent, his heart of Taoism is very solid.

He also entered a state of returning to nature.

Do not be happy with things or sad with yourself, laugh or get angry, and do what feels good.

The reason he showed such an obvious expression was simply because he saw the selfie stick in Lao Rendao's hand!

As for acting, even an old man who is almost a hundred years old still has a childlike heart that wants to become famous.

However, when he heard the energetic voice of his apprentice, his whole body was a little broken.

You little bastard, what do you mean you found your master?

When my master picked me up, he looked to be in his forties or fifties, but in fact he was over a hundred years old.

This is also the way he practices Taoism to prolong his life.

Now more than eighty years have passed, and the master is already over two hundred years old. How could he still be alive?

Although Chi Qingshi had deduced his master's fate several times, his cultivation was too low, and he tortured himself to the point of vomiting blood every time.

After doing this so many times and always getting injured, Chi Qingshi just accepted his fate.

He couldn't figure out his master's fate, and he also hoped that his master would live a long life.

But, hey, two hundred and eight years old!

It's unrealistic no matter how you think about it.

Could it be that the little girl has been cheated?

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

impossible!

The little girl has been wandering around the world since she was thirteen years old, and she is already very familiar with the tricks of charlatans and con men.

Ahem, it’s just the little girl herself, she’s an expert at playing tricks, how could she be fooled?

Chi Qingshi's mind was full of questions, and he didn't care about acting in front of Lao Rendao. He took a few quick steps and headed towards the mountain gate.

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

The old Taoist priest, who was over ninety years old, walked briskly, rolling up his sleeves as he walked.

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