Chapter 16

Zhongnan mountain is no longer as peaceful as usual.

A lot of reporters and media poured in, and countless tourists came, causing congestion.

All of a sudden, the quiet Zhongnan mountain became noisy.

"Just ahead."

"It's said that there is a hermit living in seclusion and practicing here."

Several reporters carrying photographic equipment into the mountain, walking a path, toward the front of a valley.

It's said that there is a hermit living in seclusion here. Come to interview immediately.

In the mountain stream, a small wooden house came into view.

In front of the hut, a middle-aged Taoist in a Taoist robe was weeding a vegetable field.

Seeing a group of reporters breaking in suddenly, he was stunned, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and turned around to walk into the wooden house.

In fact, most hermits in the mountains are tired of the impetuousness of the world. If they want to live in seclusion in the mountains, they naturally don't want to be disturbed.

Can see a large group of reporters come, natural heart is very disgusted.

"Taoist priest!"

"Taoist priest, please stay."

A female reporter rushed up with a microphone.

She excitedly took the microphone and asked, "Taoist priest, we are journalists. We want to interview you."

"Go for a walk, I don't give interviews."

The middle-aged Taoist priest, with an unhappy face, waved away the crowd.

But the female reporter how to give up, quickly asked: "Taoist, I heard that Zhongnanshan appeared a cultivator, flying clouds, cultivating immortals, is it true?"

"What is it?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the female reporter in front of him, as if he was speechless, as if he was looking at a fool.

"Taoist, Taoist, are you an immortal?"

"What kind of cultivation are you now? Can you fly to the sky and call the wind and the rain?"

As soon as other reporters saw it, they immediately came up and surrounded the middle-aged Taoist priests in the middle, and handed them microphones one by one, which made the middle-aged Taoist priests confused.

！！ Immortal? Feitian Dundi! summon wind and call for rain!! ヽ(*。 Д) o゜！！

The Taoist priest's face is muddled and forced, what is with what.

Unable to laugh or cry, he said, "where did you hear about these things, such as calling the wind and the rain, flying away from the sky and cultivating immortals? Have you watched too much TV?"

"How can there be any immortal in this world?"

"The one who cultivates immortals?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest's face was irritated, and this group of reporters' heads were puffed.

“....”

Everyone looked at each other, and then looked excitedly at the middle-aged Taoist.

"We should believe in science!"

The middle-aged Taoist came coldly.

As soon as these words came out, all the people present were shocked. Their eyes were shining and staring at the Taoist priest in front of them. Their eyes were burning and frightening.

That's what the old Taoist said in the video, and then he jumped away.

"Yes, Taoist priest, believe in science. We believe in science. Fly fast."

The female reporter excitedly called: "you fly one to show us."

"Taoist priest, we believe in science. You should fly quickly."

"Yes, yes!"

A group of reporters were talking excitedly around the middle-aged Taoist.

“....”

This posture, middle-aged Taoist silly eyes, this group of reporters crazy?

"Go away!"

The middle-aged Taoist was so angry that he roared, almost holding up his hoe to drive people away.

"What kind of God cultivator is there any God in the world?"

"Get out, all of you!"

He angrily pushed away the crowd and went directly into the hut. With a bang, he closed the door and put up a sign to refuse interviews and visitors.

Well, it's obvious that there have been reporters before.

"Taoist, Taoist!"

"Come out, we haven't finished the interview yet."

"Yes, come out for a while. We'd like to ask you what level of cultivation you have reached."

Outside, a couple of reporters surrounded the wooden house, trying to enter, but it was not easy to enter directly. After all, the reporters did not dare to rush in.

In the wooden house, the middle-aged Taoist turned red with anger.

What's the matter these days? Suddenly, countless tourists come. There are also a large number of reporters pouring in. When they see Taoist priests and hermits, they are as crazy as cats smelling fishy smell.

This frightened some scattered hermits in Zhongnan mountain, and they all hid in their seclusion place and did not dare to come out.

It's scary.

Immortal, cultivator, are you crazy?

Or is it that the world is crazy that some people believe this nonsense, and their good seclusion life is suddenly broken, which makes the hermits and Taoists here very angry.

The quiet life was broken.

A large number of journalists are unwilling to visit the hermits and Taoists here one by one.

"Taoist priest!"

On the other side, I'm going to interview another Taoist.

As a result, before they arrived, they went directly into the cave, slammed the wooden door and put up a sign saying "no".

"Jushi, we want to interview..."

"Oh, don't go, hermit."

A female Taoist saw the battle and ran away in a hurry. She was walking on the mountain road.

This makes the reporters behind the camera, excited, one by one whining to catch up.

Good guy, it's very difficult to walk along the mountain path. This lady housekeeper is absolutely an expert.

How do you know that people are familiar with this road every day, and the body is broken and disordered enough, and the pace is naturally fast.

In Zhongnan mountain, chickens fly and dogs leap.

There are more than 5000 hermits and Taoists in the whole Zhongnan mountain. They hate journalists and tourists. They hide and dare not see people. These journalists are so hateful.

There are also a large number of network red on the Zhongnanshan, all live.

Some people want to shoot high-altitude with UAVs, but in the end, they were forbidden to let UAVs fly, which did not cause more noise.

Deep in the mountains, on a cliff, a female Taoist sat on a stone with a bitter face and sighed.

"What's the matter these days? Suddenly, a large number of reporters have come."

"Well, I can't live in seclusion in the mountains."

A nearly 30-year-old female Taoist, beautiful appearance, fresh and refined, wearing a Taoist robe set off a graceful posture, showing a dust temperament.

She was tired of the world before she went into the mountains to practice quietly.

But during this period, there were so many journalists and tourists, which greatly affected their quiet and seclusion life.

"Yujing scattered people."

At this time, an old Taoist came slowly, and the female Taoist immediately got up.

"Taoist Shi Song, why are you here?"

Scattered surprised at the front of the old road.

Old Shi Song said with a wry smile: "Yujing Sanren should know. Recently, for some reason, reporters from outside flocked to the mountains to cover stories everywhere, and a large number of tourists came. It's really disturbing everyone's Qingxiu life."

"I'm in distress, too." Yu jingsan has a bitter smile on her face.

She said: "I just wanted to go out and buy some rice noodles. I didn't expect to be surrounded by a large group of reporters. I had to go back directly."

"Ah, so is Lao Dao. He was surrounded by a group of reporters and asked whether Lao Dao was an immortal or not, and whether he would fly away."

“....”

The two of them were speechless and smiling bitterly.

Flying away, calling the wind and the rain, who are the special cultivators of immortals? These things are so hateful.

Where are the gods in this world?

"Well, I'm hiding in a small house in the mountains. I won't go out recently."

Yujing shakes her head with a bitter smile. They say goodbye. She turns back to her small house in the mountain forest, a fence, a small wooden house inside, and reclaims several vegetable fields.

This is where she lives in seclusion.

"Where are the immortals in this world?"

Yujing sighs and smiles bitterly, which makes people speechless.

The reporters outside are so annoying that they are surrounded by a large group of people. When they see Taoist priests, they catch up with them.

More than half of the hermits and Taoists in Zhongnan Mountain are not real hermits. Only a small part of them belong to real hermits and don't want to be disturbed by outsiders.

For the creator of all this, he was hiding in a misty mountain to practice.