Chapter 123 Operation
123 Operation
In contrast to the unpleasant parting of several people in the city, when Lao Nie changed his clothes and left overnight, there was peace and beauty in Ping An Temple.
After being woken up by his master and smelling the delicious food, Xiang Jiannan climbed onto the wooden table and saw that Song Erle was still holding the wooden sword.
It hasn’t been lost yet. It’s been some time since I fell asleep. Why is Song Erle so obsessed with the wooden sword?
He started eating right after sitting down. When he felt half full, Xiang Jiannan slowed down his eating and prepared to start the conversation.
Today's dinner was even more silent than usual. Apart from the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding, no one started talking for a long time, and everyone ate in a rather ferocious manner.
If we wait any longer, we’ll probably only be able to talk at night.
What he didn't expect was that just when he was about to speak, Song Erle, who had been only concerned with wolfing down his food, took the lead and picked up the wooden sword beside him without even swallowing the food in his mouth: "Taoist, this thing of yours doesn't work!"
"Why not?"
Being poked in the face by the wooden sword that Song Erle suddenly raised, Gao Yuan had to readjust his sitting position and simply put down all the dishes and chopsticks:
"A starving ghost, can you chew your food before you speak?"
"I'm so tired, you Taoist priest, you only know how to lie!"
Song Erle also put down his bowl and chopsticks and showed the wooden sword to the two of them. His mouth was greasy as he spoke:
"If that attack had not been successful, your disciple and I would have definitely died there today!"
"Human lives are at stake, can you please be more reliable?"
Is this the time to discuss this? Seeing that the wooden sword Song Erle was holding was completely black, Xiang Jiannan felt that this guy had missed the point.
He already knew that the wooden sword was burnt. Compared with what he wanted to ask, it was not important. However, the master seemed to be particularly concerned. After Song Erle's questioning, his emotions obviously fluctuated greatly: "The things in our Ping An Temple are not as bad as you say. So what if it's burnt? We can still use it while it's hot!"
"It's cold already."
He stretched out his finger and flicked the sword lightly, as if he knew Gao Yu'an would respond like this. Song Erle laughed and burped. It was not until the sword turned into powder and stained all the food that Xiang Jiannan, who had no idea what they were arguing about, suddenly reacted.
Song Erle was full and seemed to be unintentional, but he and his master couldn't eat anymore.
It's just a wooden sword, so it's burnt. But his actions just now made people suspect that he had ulterior motives, and that burp was the best proof.
It must be intentional!
"You bastard, I still want to eat more!"
He started to curse loudly, and saw a layer of charcoal ash falling into the bowl. Gao Yuan slammed the table and wanted to take action, but he saw Song Erle holding the hilt of the wooden sword with an innocent look on his face, but he still didn't repent: "Now you believe it, how can you use a wooden sword to guide such an important matter as borrowing the Dharma?"
"Master, please don't be unconvinced. Just for a disciple like you, I have been running for dozens of miles without stopping."
“The material is wrong.”
"Don't hide, old Taoist priest, I'm going to reason with you!"
After watching the two of them arguing for a few minutes, Xiang Jiannan felt that they seemed to be putting on a show, so he sat aside and was not in a hurry.
From what Song Erle said, the wooden sword given by the master could not withstand the huge force generated when borrowing the magic, and he hoped that he would use something else when he performed this trick again in the future.
It was a perfectly normal suggestion, but for some reason it made the old Taoist priest increasingly angry.
He refused to admit that there was something wrong with his wooden sword, and in the end, he simply made a bet with Song Erle.
Borrowing is an excellent inheritance in our Taoism. If there is a problem with the object, it has absolutely nothing to do with what material it is made of! It's your own problem.
At the end, he bluntly said that he wanted to use Xiang Jiannan as an experiment, and let him borrow the magic from Song Erle to see if the situation of the receiving object being burnt would occur again.
"That's not necessary."
He was just watching the fun and didn't expect the war would spread to him. He stood up from his chair and refused directly. Xiang Jiannan thought that his master's thoughts in anger were very inappropriate.
Although it was the first time for him to see the method of borrowing a law, he did not become curious about it.
I learned something from Song Erle's words. In my opinion, this method of borrowing is a very dangerous thing.
If you use power that does not belong to your current cultivation level to act, you will end up burning yourself if you are not careful.
The wooden sword is just a guide, the key is how to control the power. Although it seems that it can be used casually, it is not as easy as outsiders think.
This was also Song Erle's original intention. He believed that borrowing the Dharma was not as safe as the old Taoist said, but he could only be serious about receiving the object.
The old Taoist priest was unable to hold his own in the debate and originally wanted to use the burnt wooden sword to express his doubts.
Can't go any further.
"Only you can prove it for me!"
"Disciple, come here quickly."
He was so emotional that he ignored Xiang Jiannan's objection and grabbed his sleeve. He moved closer to An and said a few words to him. The young Taoist felt that his master was humiliating him and became even more unhappy.
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"You have the lowest cultivation level among the three of us. It will be more convincing if you come to borrow the magic."
"There's no need to shout about the manifestation of the spirit later. This Song Erle's formula is not correct."
"Just recite it silently in your heart, and I will naturally know your intention when the time comes."
"What are you reciting silently?"
What Gao Yuan said became even more confusing. Xiang Jiannan looked at the old Taoist priest helplessly and said: There must be an explanation for something that is not conducive to one's long-term healthy development. At the very least, you should ask for the master's blessing, just like you threw the thunder talisman last time.
"Hurry up and borrow the Dharma, urgent!"
"Wait, I will make you a wooden sword first."
After Gao Yuan handed him a brand new wooden sword, Xiang Jiannan agreed more with Song Erle's idea.
It is indeed a bit too perfunctory. This newly made wooden sword may not be as good as the previous one.
For example, why the trees outside Ping An Temple are so neatly arranged? It turns out that the master would cut some branches from time to time to make wooden swords. Perhaps he had confidence in himself, so the wooden swords were made very small, and even looked rough despite being perfunctory.
He just roughly carved out the shape of a sword and dared to use it on himself. This skill is not even as good as what he did when he was a child.
It’s much easier to just give it to the branches directly.
"Disciple, please stand further away. Further, further away."
It was a rare occasion to open the door at night, and when everything was ready, Xiang Jiannan was driven far away by the master for no reason, which made the young Taoist even more unconvinced. Was he afraid of hurting himself by keeping him so far away? Shouldn't the wooden sword used by the Taoist be made of peach wood? There were no peach trees near Ping'an Temple, and he had never heard the master talk about such a thing before.
"Let's get started."
The right distance means they can start immediately. Standing far away at the entrance of the temple, Gao Yuan shouted at the top of his voice. Under the gaze of Gao Yu and Song Erle, Xiang Jiannan reluctantly raised the wooden sword, and recited slowly in his heart.
He didn't want to silently recite the words his master had said before, so he simply didn't think about anything.
If the borrowing method fails, then I will be safe. Anyway, I am not afraid that the old Taoist will find out.
Boom!
Pointing at the wooden sword with his back to the two of them, Xiang Jiannan was making a wishful calculation in his mind, but suddenly he heard a muffled thunder in the air, and his idea was quickly shattered.
This time there was no lightning striking, but he felt his stomach bloated for a moment, and saw his waist swell rapidly. He dropped the wooden sword, but he couldn't close his arms. He turned around with difficulty to ask for help, but saw that the master and Song Erle had already retreated back to the temple. They were each holding a wooden door, and their expressions looked a little unclear.
After walking a few steps, I heard the sound of gas leakage and a terrible stench. Before my eyes, I saw a bright starry sky. Then it started to spin at a high speed, making me dizzy.
(End of this chapter)