Chapter 32: Taking advantage of the situation, what kind of aunt are you?
"Sister Xile, are you in there?" The room was unusually quiet. Shunian was carrying a tray still overflowing with medicine for Yang Guisi and lunch for the two of them. His hands were aching from carrying it all the way here. He muttered, "Is he out?"
Chang Xile inside couldn't respond. She was pinned down on the bed by Yang Guisi, staring intently into his eyes. Yang Guisi's eyes were dark and devoid of any light, and he looked unconscious.
Chang Xile reached out his hand tremblingly and pinched Yang Guisi's philtrum.
Before going up the mountain, Chang Xile rubbed his hands and approached Yang Guisi, leaning sideways and nudging her shoulder.
Yang Guisi met Chang Xile's smiling eyes and shuddered uncomfortably: "Why are you acting like a kitten? ...Just say what you want to say."
Chang Xile chuckled, stretched out his hand and gestured a few times in the air, then asked her, "Are those talismans you drew difficult? Can you teach me a few moves? I can use them to protect myself if something happens!"
Yang Guisi stretched out his index finger and shook it. "It's not that I'm holding back. It depends on whether you have a destiny with immortality."
"Let me put it this way, the talisman itself has no power. Useful talismans all borrow power from the universe. A talisman drawn by an ordinary person, even if it is exactly the same as one drawn by a famous artist, can only be considered a painting at best, because there is no power in it." Yang Guisi simply pulled up a chair and sat down, opening the Yang family lecture hall.
"How can I take advantage of the momentum?" Chang Xile is good at asking questions.
"Just borrow it. Maybe the gods will give it to you." Yang Guisi, after so many years of practice, didn't dare call herself a master. She scratched her head, feeling a little guilty, and added, "First, you have to truly believe you can borrow the power. Second, it depends on what you're borrowing and whether the other person is willing to lend it to you."
As she spoke, she extended her hand to Chang Xile: "Lend me a napkin."
Chang Xile was listening intently, and immediately tore off a few pieces of paper and handed them to Yang Guisi, "Go on."
Yang Guisi took the paper, snorted, shook his head, and stretched out his hand to her and said, "Give me five more hundred-yuan bills."
Is this right? Chang Xile was stunned for a moment and asked, "Is the trial over? Is it time to pay now?"
"Oh, I won't be fooled." Yang Guisi chuckled, took back his hands and clapped them, "Borrowing paper from you is easy. Borrowing money from you requires some effort. Borrowing things from people and borrowing power from gods are the same principle. Whether they lend it to you or not is entirely up to them, there is no logic to it."
Chang Xile was lost in thought when she heard this. She then asked, "Since it all depends on fate, what have you been cultivating for all these years?"
"Cultivate your mind and your speech." Yang Guisi repeated the concise four-character mantra her master had taught her. Seeing Chang Xile's bewildered expression, she said smugly, "Abstract, right? I told you it wasn't because I wasn't understanding enough, but Master keeps criticizing me!"
Chang Xile pondered for a moment, trying to draw inferences: "Believe that I can borrow power; use appropriate reasons to convince God to lend me power?"
"That's right..." Yang Guisi opened his mouth, speechless.
"If I keep begging and begging, will God be tired of it and be willing to lend it to me?" Chang Xile couldn't help laughing, thinking of the words he kept repeating every time he went to pray in front of the statue - if the gods could really hear, they would probably have calluses on their ears.
Yang Guisi reached out and tapped Chang Xile's forehead hard, saying with a forced smile, "Then God will block you."
She pulled Chang Xile up and pushed him out the door. "This talisman writing isn't something you can learn in a day. I don't have time to teach you. But there's a method that works for everyone. If you encounter someone like Fang Xinai who's possessed by a ghost, pinch her Ren Zhong."
Pinching the Ren Zhong point directly stimulates the nerves and can restore consciousness.
Not sure if this method worked, Yang Guisi was stunned for a moment. She stared at Chang Xile and murmured, "Sister Xile?"
At that moment, her grip loosened slightly, and Chang Xile took advantage of this moment to punch her in the neck, using all her strength, forcing Yang Guisi to curl up to the side, clutching her neck and retching.
Chang Xile broke free from her, stood up, rushed to the door, opened the wooden door, took a slender umbrella from the umbrella tube in the corridor, and put it through the door knocker. The next second, there was a frantic banging sound from inside the door.
The wooden door shook violently under the continuous banging, and even the dust accumulated on the top of the door frame was shaken off, making the whole door look fragile.
Shunian had never seen such a scene before, and stood there stunned, not knowing what to do. After Chang Xile blocked the door, seeing that Yang Guisi would not be able to come out for a while, he said to Shunian in a hoarse voice, "Go find someone, quickly, she's crazy."
Seeing that Sheung Hee-lok's hair was disheveled and there were horrible red marks on her neck, coupled with the completely abnormal roar coming from inside the door, Shunem finally came to his senses. He was so scared that he put the tray on the ground and ran out.
When Renxin and others arrived after hearing the news, Chang Xile had already knelt on the ground exhausted, and was helped to the other side by Shunian.
After several nuns inquired about the situation inside Chang Xile's house, they had a rough idea of what was happening. They positioned themselves in a coordinated manner, opened the door, and gradually forced Yang Guisi, who had tried to break out, back into the room. The door closed automatically without anyone touching it. Then, several screams were heard from the room, seemingly from Yang Guisi.
After Chang Xile recovered, she was still worried about Yang Guisi. She stood up and wanted to check the situation, but was stopped by Shu Nian.
"Don't go." Shu Nian shook his head, looking extremely serious. He listened attentively to the noise in the room and said in a deep voice, "It seems that the senior sisters haven't been able to control Miss Yang yet. Someone has gone to find Master. The two of us can't help. We have to wait until Master arrives."
"Let's go first. Miss Yang is after you."
Chang Xile followed Shunian out of the yard. She touched her neck, still feeling a lingering fear: "What happened to her?"
"It's hard to say." Shu Nian had a guess, but he didn't dare to jump to conclusions. "I think maybe he got swept away by something in the mountains last night when he got lost. Maybe he was possessed."
As soon as he finished speaking, the already shaky wooden doors behind him suddenly broke open, one of the doors even flying several meters away. Yang Guisi rushed out with disheveled hair, and after finding the direction, he ran towards Chang Xile without distraction.
Chang Xile clutched the long-handled umbrella she'd just grabbed on her way out. She instinctively shielded Shunian behind her and raised the umbrella toward Yang Guisi. But the umbrella had no killing power, and it had no real effect; at best, it could only block her.
The green umbrella was pushed to some unknown place in the chaos, and opened wide in front of Yang Guisi. Suddenly, a large area of green appeared in front of her, and she lost her way for a moment.
After all, it was just a bamboo umbrella. Before Chang Xile could even catch his breath, the umbrella was torn open in the middle by the person opposite him.
Just as her outstretched hand was about to touch Chang Xile, an angry shout came from behind them: "Stop!" At the same time, a yellow talisman was thrown over quickly, accurately and fiercely. It was clearly just a light piece of paper, but it hit Yang Guisi's forehead with great force.
Yang Guisi immediately stopped where she was. She stared at the person in front of her for a while, her eyes became dazed, and she only muttered, "Master?" Then she fainted on the ground.
At this time, Yang Guisi's fingertips were only inches away from Chang Xile.
Chang Xile turned around in a daze, but what she saw was not the "Nian Ci" Master they had been waiting for, but a face that looked 50% like her.
Several Taoist nuns followed after them, each doing their own thing. Some carried Yang Guisi back to her room, some helped Chang Xile up, and the remaining nuns, in surprise, passed by Chang Xile and called out to the serious-looking woman behind them, "Master Kuxin, you're back!"
Chang Xile saw the woman with her hair loose and a sword on her back knock on the head of the usually steady Master Renxin and lecture him, "You're really not making any progress. You can't even control a demon of this level."
"What... did you call her?" Chang Xile stared blankly at the extremely familiar face with an unfamiliar smile, and murmured to Shu Nian.
"This is Master Nianci's younger sister, who has been traveling around for years. She is our master's last disciple, and her Taoist name is Kuxin." Shunian's eyes sparkled, and he stared at the woman without blinking. However, he was too young to get a word in, so he could only proudly explain to Chang Xile from the side.
Painstaking efforts?
That’s right, in this temple, except for the two outsiders, Chang Xile and Yang Guisi, no one used their real name to address others. They all used other Taoist names.
No wonder Master Nianci said that there has never been a woman named "Tang You" in the temple.
The Taoist nun named "Kusin" was originally talking to the person next to her with a smile, and then she finally shifted her gaze and looked at Chang Xile.
The woman's figure was as slender as a bamboo, making her stand out even in a crowd. She had round eyes and a pouty mouth, a naturally beautiful appearance, but her serious expression made people feel awe at first sight.
This "person" includes always being joyful.
When Chang Xile was a child, her mother would even threaten her by saying, "If you don't go to bed well, I will call your aunt to beat you up!" This shows how bad the image of her aunt was in her mind.
However, the man opposite him curled his lips, and the solemn atmosphere dissipated like ice and snow melting.
Renxin, who was standing by, noticed her gaze and was about to introduce Chang Xile to her: "Auntie, this is the one who came to our temple yesterday..."
Before she finished speaking, the woman shook her head and sighed softly, as if she was scolding, or as if she was scolding:
"I haven't seen you for a few days, how did you get yourself into such a mess?"
The words were similar to those used when they first met in the hospital, but with a little more warmth and joking.
Renxin and Xuanji on the side were still confused and wondered if the two were old acquaintances.
But that's impossible. Master Kuxin's hometown is not here, and she has never cared about worldly affairs. They have never seen her make any close friends when she was at the foot of the mountain.
When Chang Xile heard this, the corners of her mouth turned down and her eyes immediately turned red. She awkwardly took a few steps forward and refused to move. Tang You took a big step and took the little girl in her arms. She gently patted Chang Xile's back and said softly as if she was reading a nursery rhyme to her when she was a child: "It's okay, it's okay. Auntie is here, Xile, don't be afraid."
When I was silent, I could face all kinds of difficulties alone, and I had to carry them all by myself. However, once I had someone to lean on, I felt like the mountain on my shoulders had been gently lifted, and I could finally breathe easily.
Chang Xile took a deep breath and howled, "Aunt, where have you been? It was not easy for me to find this place. They all said that you didn't exist here. You idiot, you asked me to find you when I had something to do, but you didn't even tell me your Taoist name in advance. What kind of aunt are you? Wuwawawawaa ...
Several onlookers watched this scene with rage, while the normally bad-tempered Sister Kuxin patiently slapped the girl's back again and again. This person waited for Chang Xile to vent her anger, and with a smile on her face, she muttered to herself, "Are you pretending not to know me anymore?"
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