Of course Zhang Bei didn't know Director Hu's complaint, and his live broadcast had come to an end.

We have seen the two kinds of creatures that we should see today, and the beliefs provided today are enough for the old Taoist priest to digest.

I will come back tomorrow to add more food to the old Taoist priest, which will be enough to keep him busy during this period.

By the time this batch of beliefs is digested, these little guys will have almost grown up.

If we come again at that time, we can continue to restore the old Taoist priest.

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After hanging up the live broadcast, Zhang Bei also turned his attention to the enthusiastic photographer on the side.

"Let's go, it's time to go down the mountain."

"Okay, Brother Bei!"

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

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

"How did you know there were long-tailed pheasants around here?"

The girl pointed in the direction of the Taoist temple: "I heard what the old Taoist priest said when I was filming a documentary."

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

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

There are relatively few visitors to that trail, and tourists are not allowed to visit.

Zhang Bei only made contact with the two Taoist priests there to prevent them from beating these little guys to death as pheasants.

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

If you really encounter a pheasant, you can kill it with a sword and eat some game meat.

I walked down the mountain with my little photographer Zhang Bei.

"Goodbye, Brother Bei!"

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

The old Taoist priest's problem is not big. In fact, even if Zhang Bei does not need to provide faith, this person will not die.

According to his words, faith is like human money.

If it doesn't work out, he can still steal some.

You must know that the Taoist priests who worship the ancestors in Taoist temples provide the purest faith.

These things are all kept in the statues. If he can't hold on anymore, he can go over there and steal some.

As long as these two Taoist temples still exist, he doesn't have to worry about their demise.

But the situation on the old monk's side is more complicated.

Although the beliefs provided by the lama are also preserved in the Buddha statues, he cannot absorb them as long as the Living Buddha is alive.

After the last burst of power, the living Buddha was only in his thirties. According to the age estimates of previous living Buddhas, he still had at least more than forty years of life.

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

I had just planned my next trip when the phone started ringing.

Looking at Director Hu's three big characters, Zhang Bei suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Missing persons return?

"Hello?"

"Where are you?"

"Luoyang, what's wrong?"

"I'm at Changbaishan Airport. I'll probably have an evening flight."

Hearing the resentful tone on the phone, Zhang Bei suddenly trembled.

I slowed down a little and then asked.

"Have you arrived in Changbai Mountain?"

It's fine if I don't mention it, but when I mention it, Director Hu's tone becomes even more resentful.

"I set off from the North Pole, and my phone was always charging. When I turned it 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 fell silent.

How does he handle this?

I always feel like this Tibetan fox can bite me through the phone line if I say the wrong thing.

Director Hu let out a long sigh: "I bought a plane ticket. I can arrive at night. I want to eat something good!"

"Okay, I'll make arrangements when we get to Luoyang!"

Zhang Bei agreed immediately and hung up the phone quickly.

Director Hu's face turned dark as he held the phone.

Life in the Arctic is simply unimaginably painful.

In order to investigate the growth environment of the fairy tree, he and a group of people lived in a ghost place with no signal for ten days!

It was so cold that I had to sleep in a tent at night and rely on charcoal for heating.

The most annoying thing was that he had just cooked a bowl of self-heating hot pot that day.

After studying the data for five minutes, I looked up and saw a polar bear running away with his hot pot in his arms.

This is even worse than killing him!

How precious is that self-heating hot pot thing?

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

Just wait for the research station to use drones to drop some ingredients for them every three days to improve their meals.

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

Looking at the registration entrance, Director Hu swallowed and quickly walked towards the ticket check-in entrance.

I won’t eat any airplane food, I must enjoy it tonight!

Director Fox was not the only one whose resentment reached the extreme.

Far away on an isolated island in the sea, at dusk, a young man was pulling a big tree that had just been cut down and running towards the front.

"Run faster, haven't you eaten yet?"

"You've been here for so long, why are you still such a loser?"

"What is the abbreviation for ethylenediaminetetraacetic acid!"

"Report, I don't know!"

"One hundred push-ups on the spot!"

"yes!"

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

This guy was thrust into his territory because of connections, but he dared to find fault on the first day he came here.

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

Damn it, if you don’t train this grandson until he can’t get up, he will retire on the spot!

If you look closely, Wang Bo's eyes are burning with the flame of revenge.

"Kaoli, thief Zhang, old fox, and Heipi, you are all waiting for the day when I can beat you, I will definitely pin you to the ground and hammer you!"

But Wang Bo didn't know that everything he experienced was the result of discussions between the old fox and Zhang Bei.

There is no way the old fox would let go of such a good seedling, and even planned his follow-up time.

The devil's training lasted for six months. When the boy couldn't stand it any longer, he was given a holiday and sent home for two days.

Anyway, no matter what, he must reach the top level of military quality and get a place in the military academy.

Zhang Bei sat in a room in another courtyard and sneezed several times in succession.

I always feel like someone is scolding me, but I have no evidence.

However, since the missing person has returned, his live broadcast plan will have to change slightly.

After all, with Director Hu having two meals a hundred kilometers away, some things can be said to be extremely worry-free.

You can throw out some popular science stuff to make yourself feel more relaxed.

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