When projected on a TV, the video file has very high definition.

This is a video conference.

Dozens of monitors were placed on site, covering the entire wall.

In each display, there is a portrait.

There are men, women, and children of all ages, dressed in all kinds of strange ways and quite casually.

It's like a Taoist meeting, a bit like complaining to a big company.

Xiong Chumo explained to his granddaughter that after all, the scene in front of him was quite surprising.

“To this day, the Taoist sect has been in quite decline.

Except for the fact that many large sects rely on famous mountains and beautiful waters to sell tickets, their operations are miserable.

Many other small sects and sects, forced to make a living, have left the mountains to seek life in the world.

By the way, some have joined the Social Security Administration.

However, those without a back-office don’t even have a staff, so they are considered non-staff and do not have to pay social security.

Just like my junior brother Yu Santiao, it is said that he was miserable.

These people in front of you are the backbone of Taoist orthodoxy.

Those who can show their faces are the chief gossips of each faction.

Despite their humble appearance, this was the case in the past.

Just pick one up, it’s fine for flying with a sword or anything.”

Xiong Haizi is not blind. These people in front of him, let alone Yujian Fei, probably have a hard time driving on the highway, and they can't even afford a car.

The scene was very quiet, and no one saw the organizers talking.

There was no sound coming out, just everyone staring at each other through the screen.

"They may be communicating with thoughts, so outsiders can't hear Ni Duan.

Don't look at me, I can't hear you."

Finally, the silence ended, and everyone on the screen picked up their pens and wrote something on the paper.

Then it lights up in front of the screen at the same time.

Although the handwriting is different, the content is the same.

"I have a dream."

Dozens of people have dreams at the same time?

This is a mass post.

It's really a big deal for Taoism.

Xiong Chumo's eyes were full of jealousy. He didn't even receive the group message. He was not qualified enough.

“This is their way of sharing information, exchanging what they have, and testing their integrity.

Everyone is smarter than a monkey, and they are afraid that they know less and others know more.

Anyone who tells lies and hides personal information will be kicked out of the group chat and expelled directly."

Sure enough, wherever there are people, there are people and sophistication.

The Taoist sect is already like this, and they still have some small plans.

Everyone in the video identified other people's notes.

I actually kicked out two people, and the screen turned black, which was very heartless.

Next, everyone started writing at the same time for the next information sharing.

"Laojun is very disappointed."

It seems really disappointing.

The dignified Taoist sect is orthodox, and only these dozens of people are left in the lead.

It's really disappointing.

A few people cried and showed the notes, maybe they were ashamed of their ancestors.

Finally, I wrote the note for the third time, which was relatively short.

There are also restrictions on how to send dreams to people in groups, and long speeches are not allowed.

"The God of Bitter Cai Gen."

Xiong Haizi felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Taijin Mizogami appeared in my mind.

That bald security guy.
Chapter completed!