Chapter 134 Medicine
134 Medicine
After leaving the incense hall, Xiang Jiannan went straight back to the house. Just as he picked up the gourd from the bedside, he heard a lively quarrel outside. The sound spread all the way to the backyard. It seemed that the master's cover was very successful. In a short while, the enthusiasm of the people was fully mobilized.
The old Taoist priest's hawking voice could be clearly heard. Pei Dafa had been helping to create the atmosphere today.
When will I be as good as my master?
A man in the room couldn't help but think of yesterday's Samadhi True Fire. When he came back last night, he asked his master in detail and was told that this thing was actually not rare.
All kinds of magic can be practiced, and the so-called Samadhi True Fire is not as unattainable as one thinks.
It can be performed when the upper, middle and lower samadhis are combined into one, but it requires a relatively high level of oneself.
You must be a seventh-grade Dao Fruit to have this chance.
The old Taoist priest doesn’t know either.
Xiang Jiannan was confused by this statement. Before this, he always thought that all he needed was a technique.
The martial arts manuals in Ping An Temple are very informal, and the master emphasizes more on basic cultivation.
This is what the old Taoist priest calls qi.
One gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. One is what people in the Taoist sect should comprehend. The Samadhi True Fire also comes from this.
"Little Taoist priest, are you hiding here alone and being lazy?"
Just as he was about to take out the scriptures to study them, and before he put down the gourd in his hand, Xiang Jiannan heard a familiar voice coming from inside the house. He turned around and saw that it was the bearded ghost messenger beside the City God. After not seeing him for many days, his expression was still as serious as ever.
He suddenly appeared in the room with an unknown situation, looking at Xiang Jiannan, his figure floating vaguely.
"It's so lively outside, why did you come here?"
As soon as he saw the bearded ghost messenger, he remembered the five-level training that his master had promised him. Although the bearded ghost messenger acted very familiar, Xiang Jiannan's tone was cold.
Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. If you want to ask for the five levels of cultivation, you should go out and find the old Taoist priest. I don’t even know what the so-called cultivation is.
It has been some time since Chen Jingxuan graduated from high school. This city is really patient.
"Every mortal has open flames. With my current status, it is not appropriate for me to appear in the incense hall."
Responding to Xiang Jiannan's words, the bearded ghost messenger did not seem to want to hide anything:
"With so many people gathered together, even if the City God came in person, it would not be easy for him to show up."
"You are so fierce, and you are afraid of living people?"
Because the bearded ghost's words came out directly, and he saw his facial expression move after he finished speaking, Xiang Jiannan realized that his words just now seemed to be ill-considered.
After all, he is an official under the City God. No matter how fierce he is, he should be at least respectful when speaking to him. It is too late to change his words, so he can only smile.
"Yin and Yang have different paths. The more people are alive, the more serious the fire will be."
"Then why can evil spirits commit crimes so easily?"
"Because ghosts are not living people."
It seemed like they had come back again. After exchanging a few more words with the bearded ghost, Xiang Jiannan felt that it was boring. Knowing that his target this time was not him, he immediately said, "You are here to look for my master, right? The old Taoist priest may be away for a while. You can see that today is the birthday of our master."
When he mentioned the word "birthday", he felt that he was on a path of no return, but the bearded ghost didn't react much.
"It's okay. I'll wait here."
He moved and got on Xiang Jiannan's bed. His official uniform turned into casual clothes. The bearded ghost sat down and took out a judge's pen from his sleeve:
"I came here today for the fifth level of cultivation that the old Taoist priest promised me. The City God of the prefecture has been busy with official business recently, so he ordered me to come here."
"Let's talk about it after the master is done. Or should I go call him now?"
Seeing that the bearded ghost messenger had indeed come for the fifth-level training, Xiang Jiannan wanted to stand up while he was speaking.
I always felt like I was talking to a living person. This bearded ghost seemed to be real.
It seemed as if I could even hear his breathing.
This is what is called seeing a ghost.
"That's great. Thank you, little Taoist priest."
The bearded ghost floated up directly from the bed and waved his hand while speaking. When he finished speaking, Xiang Jiannan saw the wooden door of the room suddenly open.
The bearded man was really quick in his work. I was just being polite, but I didn't expect him to take it seriously.
There was nothing more to say, so he immediately got up and left.
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The master may not have time right now. Judging from the noises I hear, the auction is now at its climax.
I’ve sold amulets so many times, why are the residents of this town still willing to spend money on them?
"master."
Arriving at the incense hall and squeezing through the bustling crowd, Xiang Jiannan gently pulled Gao Yu'an's sleeve and spoke softly in a low voice. The old Taoist priest didn't seem to react for a moment, and he repeated it again before he finally remembered.
Then he paused the business proposal in the incense hall, followed Xiang Jiannan, and hurried to the backyard. Before entering the house, he pasted another piece of talisman paper on the door.
"Old Taoist priest."
As soon as Gao Yuan entered the room, he showed great enthusiasm towards him, with a big smile on his face. The bearded ghost quickly got off the bed.
But the old Taoist priest smiled and asked him to sit down first, and then he took the initiative to talk about his previous promise: "The fifth floor training has been prepared long ago. I decorated Ping An Temple so lively today because I guessed that you might come to pick it up today."
"Where is the City God?"
"The City God has important matters to attend to recently, so he ordered me to come to the temple today to retrieve his training."
"The old Taoist priest really keeps his word!"
"Of course. I, the old Taoist priest, have never gone back on my promises."
He raised his hand and took out a dark green bottle from his sleeve. He carefully peeled off the talisman paper on it and handed it to the bearded ghost messenger: "When you return and give it to the City God, be sure to tell him to be careful when using it."
"If I have time in a few days, I will definitely take my disciple to Shou County again."
"Please rest assured, old Taoist priest."
With an excited look on his face, he stretched out his hand towards the bottle. Just by lightly touching it, the bearded man's eyes began to flash unconsciously. Through his palm, Xiang Jiannan saw palm-sized white figures flying out of the bottle, and then being caught by the bearded ghost.
It looks very much like the souls seen in previous TV dramas, held in the hands of the bearded man with their mouths wide open.
There were hundreds of white figures, and every time the bearded ghost reached out to grab a part, the originally dark green color of the bottle would fade a little, eventually turning yellow, and countless tiny cracks would appear on the bottle body.
Is this what cultivation is? The master has spent a lot of money today.
I thought the old Taoist master would definitely refuse to pay, but I didn't expect him to actually admit it honestly. Xiang Jiannan stood by the bed and just stared at the bottle in the old Taoist's hand.
After the bag on the bearded ghost's waist was full, he and his master stopped their actions of lifting and grabbing.
The withered yellow bottle seemed to have lost its vitality. When the bearded man turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared with satisfaction, it immediately turned into powder in the wind.
(End of this chapter)