Twisted Dreams-Chapter 82 - 54: Believe in Science

Daoist Void stroked his beard and said:

"My humble self and my disciples were originally cultivating in the deep mountains, but unfortunately, the Daoist temple was in ruins, no longer suitable for cultivation.

Thankfully, President Zhang, the great philanthropist of the White Sea Group, found us this Daoist temple.

Our Qingfeng Sect will not disappoint President Zhang’s good intentions and will cultivate well to help relieve the world’s worries."

Not only did he promote himself, but he also took the opportunity to promote his boss — President Zhang of the White Sea Group.

Lele’s eyes lit up:

"Were you and the Daoists once masters in the mountains?

Then the members of the Qingfeng Sect must be highly skilled!"

The Daoist in the purple robe smiled proudly:

"Our Qingfeng Sect, also known as the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

We have the Qingfeng Swordsmanship passed down from our ancestors, unrivaled and unique!

Zhen He, Zhen Qing, demonstrate!"

The two Daoists beside the purple-robed Daoist bowed to the Sect Leader, then saluted Lele and the camera, and walked to an open area to demonstrate the swordsmanship.

The surrounding crowd occasionally erupted with cheers, and the applause ebbed and flowed.

Lele watched with some boredom.

She couldn’t tell if the swordsmanship was unique, but she knew it definitely couldn’t beat a thug with a machete.

What Lele was looking for was a master who could vanquish demons, not these fancy moves.

After patiently watching, Lele applauded with high emotional intelligence:

"That was amazing, Daoist Void. We’d like to continue exploring and admire the elegance of the Qingfeng Daoist Temple."

...

They walked for a long time, interviewing a lot of Daoists along the way, most of whom were fake Daoists who came to the temple after graduating from college.

There were just too few with authentic Daoist lineage.

"Sister Lele, let’s give up. We should just conduct a standard interview.

The company didn’t task us with finding a real master or anything."

The photographer gently persuaded.

He himself didn’t believe there were masters who could leap across roof eaves and comprehend the yin and yang.

He had also heard rumors about Lele.

For the sake of gaining popularity, she had fabricated horrifying videos, even causing one photographer to quit.

He didn’t want to follow Lele’s lead and end up losing his job.

Lele ignored the photographer, her eyes fixed on a spot in the distance.

There was an old man in a simple Daoist robe, holding a broom.

He was leisurely sweeping the fallen leaves.

Lele’s breathing became heavy.

The old Daoist looked celestial, and his leaf-sweeping movement showed nothing unusual

Yet, the great Dao is in simplicity and returning to simplicity!

"A great master!"

Lele hurriedly walked forward, and the photographer didn’t dare lag behind, quickly following.

Suppressing her excitement for fear of disturbing the master, Lele stopped a few meters in front of the old Daoist, very politely.

She asked:

"Excuse me, are you a senior who has been practicing in the Daoist sect for many years?"

The old Daoist turned around, gently stroking his graying beard, with eyes full of the wisdom of someone aged and full of experience, staring at Lele with a divine light.

The photographer solemnly raised the camera, not daring to shift the lens even a bit; perhaps this was really the master Lele was looking for!

The old Daoist stroked his beard again, chuckling:

"I’ve been at Taiping Mountain for half a month, responsible for cleaning the courtyard.

The pay is pretty good, four thousand a month, with room and board included.

Girl, do you still need that plastic bottle in your hand?"

Dumbfounded, Lele handed over the drink bottle in her hand.

It turned out that his divine gaze was just on the bottle in her hand?

The old Daoist happily took the bottle and left, leaving Lele and the photographer bewildered in the wind.

The photographer said with frustration:

"Sister Lele, really, let’s just give up.

Let’s just complete the live stream task honestly.

There’s no such thing as a master who can vanquish demons out there?!

This camera is really heavy."

Just as the photographer was complaining, a melodious flute sound came out of nowhere.

The eternal music twisted and turned, bending into the curve of the sea.

The flute sound was clear, sorrowful, with an indescribable transcendent quality.

Lele looked around and ran toward a small path.

The owner of this flute sound must be extraordinary!

The photographer almost cursed, but he was new, what could he do?

Grumbling silently, he hastily followed Lele, puffing and panting.

The small path was difficult to traverse, winding and twisty.

At the end of the path was a cliff at Taiping Mountain.

Underneath a straight pine tree stood a young man, playing the flute.

To Lele, this scene looked very beautiful.

The cliff, the pine tree, the youth, the flute sound.

The young man wore Daoist attire in blue, looking very spirited, and his hair tied up, adding a touch of ancient charm.

Just one word, celestial!

The photographer looked on, a touch of disdain in his eyes. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

This wasn’t a Daoist; it was just someone riding on his looks, a cosplayer at best.

Making use of the Daoist Technique Exchange Conference at Taiping Mountain for a photo-op, a role play.

The photographer had captured plenty of cosplayers, how would he not know?

What Daoist could be this handsome?

Do you think you’re Xu Changqing?

He glanced at Lele’s excited face, secretly disdaining her intelligence.

Lele softly said:

"Hello, sorry to bother you."

The flute music stopped, and the young man turned his head:

"Hmm?"

That face was handsome, though it always seemed like he wasn’t fully awake.

Lele blushed and asked:

"Hello, young Daoist.

Do you know where I can find a highly skilled elder at Taiping Mountain?"

Zhang Xiaoyi hung the flute back on his waist, stretching lazily.

He walked in cloth shoes to the edge of the cliff, near the railing.

The mountain breeze blew, causing the young man’s long hair to flutter, carrying an inexplicable air of nonchalance.

Zhang Xiaoyi turned back, assuming a tone of instruction:

"What do you mean by a highly skilled elder?

We should believe in science."

The slightly didactic tone left Lele feeling lost, replying with a simple ’oh.’

Could it be that the Daoist Technique Exchange Conference really doesn’t have masters who understand the yin and yang?

Was there really no way to explain what happened that night?

Lele stealthily glanced at Zhang Xiaoyi, he was truly handsome.

Actually, being unlucky in work, yet successful in relationships, isn’t so bad.

She softly asked:

"Young Daoist, I’m here for an interview, can I interview you?"

Zhang Xiaoyi faced away from Lele, waving his hand:

"No, I have things to do, I’m leaving."

With that, he climbed over the railing and jumped off the cliff.

Lele’s eyes widened in shock:

"Jump... jumped off the cliff?

Just like that, jumped down?"

Following that, Lele let out a sharp scream.

"Oh my God!"

The photographer was also dumbfounded, rushing to the railing.

This cliff was a thousand meters high, jumping off means certain death!

Why would someone do this?

Even if he wanted to report to the authorities for a rescue, there was no time.

Suddenly.

A flash of lightning streaked by.

All of a sudden, a figure soared up from the depths of the cliff on a bolt of lightning!

The photographer was so frightened he sat on the ground.

That figure was precisely the young Daoist just now!

The young Daoist glanced indifferently at the photographer, and with another strike of lightning, he was off, heading into the distance.

The phrase "believe in science" seemed to still resonate there.

Lele pointed in the direction the young Daoist disappeared, speechless for a long time.

This is a real immortal!

The widespread rumors of Spiritual Energy Revival definitely have truth to them!

True cultivators have appeared!

Finally, she snapped back to reality:

"Did you get it on camera?!"

The photographer grimaced:

"I thought he was a cosplayer, just here for the Daoist Technique Exchange Conference to garner views.

I, I... I didn’t film it."

Lele glared hatefully at the photographer, getting up:

"My wearable camera’s resolution isn’t good, definitely can’t capture a clear face.

He must have gone to the Daoist Technique Exchange Conference; we must hurry there!"