I Ask You to Promote Shaolin, but You Sell Martial Arts Secrets?

The Buddhist martial sage Li Damo traveled through time and became the administrator of the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple. Seeing that the temple was about to go bankrupt, he silently started the live broadcast with an unpretentious title: "Seventy-Two Special Skills of Shaolin, 9 yuan a copy, free shipping by SF Express". The barrage exploded: "Are all the monks out to cheat money these days?" "Nine-nine yuan to buy a martial arts secret book? Isn't it delicious if I buy a pack of spicy strips?" "The special effects are pretty good, brother. How long did it take to edit that shot of the flying tower?" Li Damo didn't argue and started broadcasting on time every day, teaching breathing and stretching, just like teaching the eighth set of radio gymnastics. A programmer who had suffered from insomnia for ten years slept for the first time after practicing for three days. The teacher whose cervical vertebrae were about to become useless, practiced for a week and his neck was no longer stiff. The delivery boy with worn knees practiced for half a month and no longer gasped for breath when climbing stairs. The patient, who has been paralyzed for three years, raised his leg tremblingly in front of the camera in the live broadcast room. The whole Internet was shocked, the medical community was shocked, and the traditional martial arts community couldn't sit still. "It's still ninety-nine yuan, no price increase." "Can't you practice? Then I'll explain it again." Later, a rift in another world opened in Kunlun Mountain, and demons descended. People discovered it when the world fell into despair. The monk who once broadcast live in a dilapidated Sutra Pavilion and sold secret books for nine yuan, I don't know when, but it was already standing in front of the Tianmen. He turned back and smiled: "Don't be afraid." "This time, I'll teach you something real!"