Chapter 117 Hairpin
The flower monk and the Taoist priest walked in front.
The Taoist priest first checked on the woman's condition, but after a moment he shook his head and said, "There's no hope."
The man hugging the pillar cried out and hugged the Taoist priest, saying, "Master, save me!"
The Taoist priest reluctantly pulled his hand away: "If you don't let me go, how can I save you?"
"Amitabha."
As soon as the Buddha's name was chanted, the flower monk began to recite scriptures.
Amid the sound of scriptures, the eerie atmosphere in the room gradually dissipated, except for one place that remained gloomy. Those who could sense this looked there.
The Taoist priest muttered to himself in surprise: "This monk is quite powerful. Why haven't I seen him take action before?"
Li Xiu's expression suddenly became complicated. This scripture seemed to have some spiritual energy, or to be more precise, some Buddhist energy.
In other words, this person might be a Buddhist practitioner?
It should be noted that the difference between Taoist practitioners and Taoist priests is the same as the difference between Buddhist practitioners and monks.
The difference is that Taoist practitioners are not called Taoists, but Buddhist practitioners are called monks.
There is a very important reason for this. It is extremely difficult for a Taoist priest to formally become a Taoist practitioner, but a monk may be able to enter a Buddhist sect to practice through the introduction of a temple.
Are all immortal cultivators so poor now? How come so many of them don't have money to eat?
When he was distracted, a negative energy suddenly attacked him. Before he could react, the talisman in Xi Jing's hand took effect - a sharp spiritual energy shot towards the ghost and forcibly repelled it.
At this time, they also saw the appearance of the ghost.
The ghost had a big belly, bigger than an average woman's belly at nine months pregnant. Her hair was loose and her pretty facial features were distorted beyond recognition.
Her eyes were red, and she was mumbling something faintly. Listening carefully, it was just two simple words: revenge, revenge...
She kept repeating these two words, and just when the flower monk was about to attack, she suddenly rushed outside. Several people looked at each other, wondering where she had gone.
The Taoist wanted to follow, but the man holding the pillar held him like a pillar: "Master, please, don't leave!"
He coaxed with a headache: "I'm not leaving, let go of your hand first."
"No, if I let go, you'll definitely leave."
This man is not stupid, the Taoist thought in his heart, and said: "Don't I have to save others?"
"What if she comes back again? Taoist priest, please save me first, save me! I have money, I'll give you money, please protect me first!"
The corners of Hua Seng and Xi Jing's mouths twitched, as if they were the ones who had been taking action all along, and the Taoist priest hadn't made any move at all. Why was he so unlucky to be entangled?
Li Xiu's expression suddenly turned serious: "Not good, go back to the Huang Mansion immediately, that concubine!"
He didn't specify which concubine it was, but everyone knew it.
The Taoist priest was forced to stay and comfort the man holding the pillar, and several people hurried back.
Not long ago, Tao Zi was still chatting with Mrs. Huang.
Madam Huang smiled and said, "Master Tao, do you know when my good friend last came to see me?"
Tao Zi thought about it in her heart, it seemed like it was forty years ago?
She said, "That was twenty-five years ago. She rushed over and stayed with me for three whole months."
She couldn't put the teacup back in her hand for a moment, so she took another sip.
Was someone impersonating her? Tao Zi sat in the shadows, and Madam Huang couldn't see her expression, but she didn't care. She continued, "She asked me to do something. The next time I see her, if she's already a Nascent Soul, I must tell her the time of our last meeting. Unfortunately, I won't be able to see that day."
Please inform us of your last meeting time...
These words kept echoing in her mind.
Tao Zi drank the tea sip by sip without saying anything, but her other hand was clenched tightly.
Mrs. Huang started coughing at this time. She stood up silently and patted her on the back, but her eyes involuntarily fell on a hairpin.
Madam Huang handed her the hairpin and said, "This was given to me by my good friend. If the immortal wants to see it, then you can."
Tao Zi looked at it carefully.
The craftsmanship of this hairpin...
Tao Zi closed her eyes. This was what she did, but she had no recollection of it.
Madam Huang smiled gently and said, "Master Tao has helped the Huang family, so this hairpin will be given to him as a gift."
She tried to calm herself down and asked slowly, "Does this hairpin have any special meaning?"
"As a token of her presence, I promised her I would return the hairpin."
Tao Zi held the hairpin tightly.
Her mind was in a mess. She didn't know why she didn't remember all this, nor did she know what she was doing at the time, but she knew clearly that the meaning of this hairpin must be related to the Minglan Sect.
But in an instant, she took the hairpin with a smile and said, "Thank you, Madam Huang, for the gift."
"No, it should be."
When Madam Huang saw her accept the hairpin, her expression softened, and she added, "Master Tao, I'm very happy to see you again."
Tao Zi smiled and didn't respond.
At this moment, there was a sudden movement outside the door, and Ah Tao's voice rang out: "Madam."
Tao Zi frowned and stood in front of Mrs. Huang calmly, with a sinister aura.
Madam Huang's expression turned visibly colder, and she said, "It's not Ah Tao. Ah Tao's voice wouldn't be so gentle when she calls me."
The person outside probably heard her words, and changed his voice and continued, "Madam, open the door. I'm Yu'er. I missed you so much and wanted to come back to see you."
Mrs. Huang looked at Tao Zi in astonishment. Tao Zi shook her head and told her not to open the door.
She put a talisman on the door, so if the door wasn't opened, it wouldn't be easy for the ghost to get in.
Thinking of this, Tao Zi still had a headache. Generally, people are more afraid of high-level ghosts with physical bodies, but physical cultivators are the opposite. They hate these low-level, intangible ghosts the most because it means they have to use spiritual energy to deal with them.
Once the spiritual energy is insufficient, it is very likely that ghosts will not be able to move them, and they will not be able to move ghosts.
In the world of immortal cultivation, there have been many cases of ghosts wantonly harming people, while physical cultivators could only watch helplessly. This is one of the reasons why physical cultivators have a low status.
Mrs. Huang didn't know why Tao Zi was so nervous. In her impression, ghosts of this level were not even qualified to hang around her.
Even so, she did not doubt Tao Zi's identity. She always believed in her own eyes, and even more so in that sense of familiarity.
She said slowly: "Yu'er, it's not appropriate to meet today. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
The voice outside suddenly became sinister: "Madam, are you afraid? Why are you afraid? Is it because you hurt me?"
Madam Huang frowned and asked, "When have I ever harmed you?"
The voice outside became louder: "You haven't hurt me? If it weren't for you, I should have been able to be born!"
She listened to this in astonishment. The next second, Mrs. Huang reacted and said, "Ask your mother to come out and talk to me."
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