Chapter 71 My Disciple, You Can’t Touch Me

"Why didn't you take it out earlier?"

Looking at the long-bearded old man who was knocked to the ground, the Dafa monk ran over to test him.

While complaining, he placed his right foot on the bearded old man's fingers and stepped hard a few times while speaking.

I confirmed with all my strength that the old man wouldn't be able to wake up for a while. Even though I tried so hard, he was still lying on the ground without any movement.

"I didn't know it would be like this..."

He just felt that the behavior of the Dafa monk was extremely inappropriate, and Xiang Jiannan was not in a good mood when he looked at him.

This monk really didn't know his own weight. With his fat body, he wouldn't do that to the old man with a long beard who had already suffered serious injuries. How to deal with it next would be left to Li Jin.

Don't be careless and step on the old man with a long beard and wake him up suddenly.

Although the old man with a long beard fell down quickly, the three people present knew that he was just knocked unconscious by the lightning, and his vital signs were normal. Judging from the actions of the Falun Dafa monk, he was just in a deep coma.

"Is your injury healed?"

He walked straight to the Dafa monk and started asking questions. Li Jin took out several silver needles from his waist and inserted them all into the body of the long-bearded old man in front of the two of them.

"It's just routine."

"Why does your needle look so special?"

Holding the fat waist that had just been healed, the Dafa monk kept observing and memorizing the locations where the silver needles had been inserted. He lowered his body lower and lower until he was almost lying on the back of the long-bearded old man.

"This old donor is not in very good health."

"Why don't you try it?"

After inserting all the silver needles in his hand, Li Jin stood up and said to the Dafa monk:

"These silver needles are used to seal acupuncture points. If he wasn't unconscious now, how could it be possible to do it so easily?"

"I am just saying, monk. Everyone in the Great Zhou Dynasty knows about the silver needles of the Demon Subduing Division."

The monk hummed and hawed to show Li Jin that he knew his tricks, and said to Xiang Jiannan:

"Legend has it that this method of sealing meridians with silver needles was invented by a veterinarian. He was drunk and went to a certain master's house to practice medicine. Before he could finish the acupuncture, he was kicked by a frightened horse and died directly. A seven-day memorial service was held for his soul, and many people from the Demon-Subduing Division also went there at the time..."

"That gentleman is our benefactor of the Demon Subduing Division."

Knowing that the Dafa monk was teasing him, Li Jin was quite eager to admit it. This method of sealing the meridians with silver needles was indeed created by a veterinarian. After his death, the Demon Subduing Division improved on the method he left behind. As for the fat monk's claim that he was kicked to death by a horse, there were different versions of the story within the Demon Subduing Division. It was just an old story and should be left to outsiders to tell.

"What should we do next?"

Xiang Jiannan had no interest in what the Dafa monk said about the veterinarian. He just looked at the old man with a long beard. Having lived in the 21st century, he had heard of many bizarre ways of death. He could only say that the veterinarian was not strong enough. If he was like Li Jin, how could he have died so miserably?

A few more kicks and it should be fine.

"I will notify someone to take over. Someone will take care of the rest. You guys go to the inn to find Wang and his party first."

After the old man with a long beard fell down, it seemed that he had gotten rid of a big worry in his heart. He still stayed in the yard behind the entrance. However, Li Jin said that the matter was over. A few words made Xiang Jiannan and Dafa speechless. From their point of view, of course they wanted to go inside and take a look.

Is this the end? Are you sure there's no one else in the house?

…

While Xiang Jiannan and the Dafa monk were full of questions, an old Taoist priest Gao Yuan had just taken a nap in the Ping'an Temple, a hundred kilometers away from them.

After his disciple left, he closed the door of the temple and sat in front of the clay statue of his master, maintaining a state of meditation. At this moment, he stood up from the cushion and muttered to himself, not paying any attention to the black shadow that appeared behind him.

"That was the thunder talisman that my disciple threw before, right?"

"I'm old, and I can't see clearly..."

"Fortunately, I saw it in time..."

He muttered to himself as he swept the incense table with a whisk, then turned around and looked at the black shadow:

"Why are you playing tricks in broad daylight?"

"You did a great job!"

With a swish, the dark shadow moved into the incense hall and spoke angrily:

"What do you want to do? You must give me an explanation today!"

"Explain? I have lived for so many years and have never explained to anyone."

This time he was far from being as crazy and mad as usual, with unfriendly eyes. When the black shadow was about to float next to the clay statue of the master, Gao Yuan suddenly raised his hand and waved.

The flying whisk just happened to lie across the master's hand, and thousands of rays of light instantly penetrated the black shadow's body.

The glow came from the tip of the whisk, and it seemed to have life when held by the master.

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The approaching black shadow became smaller and smaller, and finally had to condense into a ball.

"Old Taoist priest, you will regret this."

"Over the past few decades, I, an old Taoist priest, have actually regretted every day,"

He took off the whisk and let the shadow go free. Gao Yuan's tone was very helpless when he spoke again.

"I have been a good person all my life, so why do I have to get entangled with you? In a word, I have heard you talk about this and that for decades..."

"Can that little Taoist priest be as calm as you?"

He said one more thing after another, and even after returning to his original state, he still did not restrain himself. The black shadow began to plot against Xiang Jiannan, "Can you protect him for the rest of his life?"

"No, my disciple will be blessed by God!"

Looking at the sky outside the incense hall and ignoring the dark shadow, Gao Yuan held the whisk with full confidence.

"I think that Ping An Temple has gone through decades of ups and downs, and I can't be fooled by a lowly person like you. If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Taoist priest…"

"roll!"

He wanted to argue with Gao Yuan for a few more words, but he saw the old Taoist priest wave his whisk, and the black shadow that wanted to get close was immediately shocked and dared not move. After the whisk fluttered, everything in the incense hall seemed to suddenly come alive.

As the clay statue of the master suddenly turned around, everyone moved with it, and the tall incense sticks with light smoke had dispersed and were hanging above their heads.

As if it was waiting for the master's order, sparks kept falling in the air as it burned.

There was also the Bagua mirror above the door, which emitted a strong light that hit the eyes of the clay statue of the founder.

"If you want to touch my disciple Gao Youan, give up the idea as soon as possible!"

Gao Yuan snorted coldly at the black shadow and turned around immediately after he finished speaking. As the wooden doors of the incense hall closed automatically, heart-wrenching screams began to echo in the house. The old Taoist priest couldn't bear the sound. He covered his ears and the whisk in his hand was also stretched out.

Countless silver threads started from the top of his head, surrounding the old Taoist priest layer by layer, forming a cocoon shape, with the handle as a fulcrum, slowly hanging on the roof of the incense hall.

Everything that happened around him could not affect him. After the cocoon was launched into the air, only a black shadow was seen dodging here and there in the incense hall. Finally, it turned into the size of a fingernail and got out through the gap in the window paper.

The old Taoist priest waited until the cocoon on the roof cracked before reopening the wooden door and walking towards the backyard. When he came back, he had the prepared mud in his hand and smeared it on the clay statue of his master. The more he repaired it, the deeper the cracks became.

(End of this chapter)