Director Fox’s grievances Zhang Bei naturally didn’t know that his live broadcast was coming to an end.

I saw both creatures that I should see today, and the faith provided today is enough for the old Taoist priest to digest it well.

Tomorrow, I will add another wave of food storage to the old Taoist priest, which is almost enough for him to be busy during this period.

By the time these faiths were digested, these little guys would grow up.

If you do it again, you can continue to recover for the old Taoist priest.

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After hanging up the live broadcast, Zhang Bei's eyes also looked at the enthusiastic photographer.

"It's time to go down the mountain."

"Okay Bei brother!"

The girl quickly put away the camera and carefully poked the long-tailed pheasant that was approaching her.

Then he followed Zhang Bei with a satisfied smile and walked down the mountain.

"How did you know there is a pheasant nearby?"

The girl pointed to the direction of the Taoist temple: "When I was shooting a documentary before, I heard what the old Taoist priest said."

There are two Taoist temples nearby, one large and one small.

Zhang Bei cooperated with the Dao Temple to help him take care of the group of little guys on the mountain.

There are fewer people in that Taoist temple and tourists are not allowed to visit.

Zhang Bei only had a contact with the two Taoist priests there, so as not to kill these little guys as pheasants.

Taoist priests are not monks, they do not pay attention to any rules and regulations.

It would be impossible to kill some wild game if you really encounter a pheasant with a sword.

He took the young photographer Zhang Bei all the way down the mountain.

"Goodbye Brother Bei!"

Zhang Bei waved and started the car and drove towards the city.

The old Taoist priest has no big problem. In fact, even if Zhang Bei doesn’t need to provide faith, this person will not die.

According to his words, faith is like human money.

If it really doesn't work, he can steal a little.

You should know that the Taoist priests who worship ancestors in the Taoist temple provide the purest faith.

All this thing is kept in the statue of the gods. If he really can't hold on, he can go there and steal some.

As long as these two Taoist temples are still there, he doesn't have to worry about extinction.

However, the situation on the old monk's side is quite complicated.

Although the faith provided by the Lama is also preserved in the Buddha statue, as long as the living Buddha is alive, he will not be able to absorb it.

After the last burst of power, the living Buddha was only in his thirties. According to the age of living Buddhas of all dynasties, he still had a lifespan of at least forty years.

It is difficult for an old monk to survive for such a long time, and the matter of providing faith must be put on the agenda.

Just after planning the next itinerary, the phone rings rang directly.

Looking at Director Fox's three big words, Zhang Bei raised his eyebrows.

Missing people return?

"Hello?"

"Where are you?"

"What's wrong with Luoyang?"

"I'm at Changbai Mountain Airport, maybe the plane at night."

Hearing the resentful tone on the other side of the phone, Zhang Bei shivered immediately.

After lowering the speed, I started asking.

"Have you arrived in Changbai Mountain?"

It would be fine if I didn’t mention it, but Director Fox’s tone became even more resentful when I mentioned it.

"I set out from the Arctic and my phone was charging. When I turned on, I found that you were already in the south."

Hearing the tone that was comparable to being a widow for twenty years, Zhang Bei was silent.

How did he answer this?

I always feel that if I say the wrong thing, this Tibetan fox can bite himself through the phone line.

Director Fox sighed: "I bought a plane ticket. I can arrive in the evening. I want to eat something good!"

"Okay, I'll make arrangements when I arrive in Luoyang!"

Zhang Bei agreed and hung up the phone quickly.

Director Fox's face turned a little dark when he held the phone.

The days in the Arctic are simply unimaginable pain.

In order to examine the growth environment of fairy wood, he and a group of people lived in ghost places without signals for ten days!

It’s cold and freezing, so you can only sleep in a tent at night, and you have to rely on charcoal to keep warm.

The most fucking thing is that he just cooked a bowl of self-heated hot pot that day.

As a result, after five minutes of data was studied, I saw a polar bear holding his hot pot and running away.

So this is even more uncomfortable than killing him!

How precious is the self-heating hot pot!

Their biggest source of food is fish. In the Arctic, it can be said that all three meals a day are fish, and people will vomit.

Just wait for the inspection station to use drones to put some ingredients on them every three days to improve their food.

As a result, he didn't eat a bite and was directly taken away by the polar bear.

Looking at the registration entrance, Director Fox swallowed and walked quickly towards the ticket entrance.

I won’t eat airplane meals, so I must enjoy it tonight!

There is more than just Director Fox who is extremely resentful.

Far away on the isolated island of the sea, on the evening of dusk, a young man was rushing toward the front with a big tree that had just been cut down.

"Run quickly, haven't you eaten?"

"I've been here for so long, why are you still so useless!"

"What is the English abbreviation of ethylenediaminetetraacetic acid!"

"Report, don't know!"

"Push ups on the spot, one hundred!"

"yes!"

On the huge open space, a black-faced instructor was sitting leisurely on a chair, holding a glass of Coke in his hand and watching Wang Bo's struggle.

This kid was stuck in his territory through relationships, and he dared to pick on the tricks on the first day of his arrival.

Do you still dare to say that the food he cooks is like shit?

Grandma, if you don’t practice this grandson until you can’t get up, he retired on the spot!

If you look closer, you will see the flames of revenge burning in Wang Bo's eyes.

"Damn it, Zhang Zhei, is the old fox, is the black skin? You are waiting for the day I can beat you, and you will definitely hammer it on the ground!"

But Wang Bo didn't know that all the experiences were the result of discussions between the old fox and Zhang Bei.

How could the old fox, such a good seedling, never let go of it, and even arranged his subsequent time.

The devil trained for six months, and the kid couldn't stand it, so he took a vacation and asked him to go home for two days.

Anyway, he must make his military quality reach the top level and get a military academy quota.

Zhang Bei sat in the room in the other courtyard and sneezes several times in succession.

I always feel that someone is scolding me, but I suffer from no evidence.

However, the missing person has returned, and his next live broadcast plan will also be slightly changed.

After all, there are some things that can be said to be extremely worry-free when you have two meals a hundred kilometers.

Some popular science things can be thrown out to make yourself more relaxed.

Time is like Director Fox’s self-heating hot pot, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!