Inside the Taoist temple.
The breeze around Daoming Zhenren dissipated in an instant. When he looked up again, he saw his disciple looking at him with a smile and said, "Master, are you feeling cooler now?"
"Disciple, were you using Taoism just now?" he asked in surprise.
Ji Miaomiao smiled and nodded: "The basic cultivation manual that Uncle-Master gave me last time has a lot of practical little Taoist methods written in it. I have learned some of them."
Taoist Master Daoming held his long beard and smiled: "Not bad, not bad, your method has made me feel much cooler once I used it."
After saying this, he remembered that this booklet was given to him by his cold-faced but warm-hearted senior brother, and he said to Ji Miaomiao, "Speaking of your uncle, he was injured a few days ago. I don't know if he's better now."
"Master is injured?" Ji Miaomiao was a little surprised. In the plot, Taoist Quan Zhenren was the male protagonist's golden finger, with profound cultivation and reliable work.
The person behind the Liu family's marriage rope is just an evil cultivator who has never appeared in the plot. How could he be able to hurt him? Could he be an invisible boss?!
She was surprised and asked directly, "Master, is that evil cultivation method so powerful?"
When Taoist Master Daoming heard her question, he frowned and said, "It's hard to say about that evil cultivator. I saw your uncle-master coming back injured at the Liu family villa. When he mentioned this evil cultivator, he didn't mention his cultivation level, but only said that this evil cultivator was skilled in strange methods, making it difficult to guard against."
"Strange means?"
Ji Miaomiao was puzzled. What kind of fighting method could be called weird?!
"Your uncle was injured but didn't elaborate. He only said that the evil cultivator was also seriously injured and escaped. Qingyun Temple will continue to send people to hunt him down, and the evil cultivator will not have the opportunity to do evil again."
"You don't have to worry!"
"Oh, that's good."
Seeing that Taoist Daoming thought she was worried about her safety, Ji Miaomiao didn't explain any further, but smiled and nodded.
But after saying this, she became alert in her heart. The places in this mission world that are not written in the plot are not safe.
Ji Miaomiao lowered her eyes and saw the amulets on the table. She thought for a moment, picked up a few amulets, folded them into triangles, stood up, and handed them to Taoist Daoming with a smile.
"Master, this is the amulet I recently drew. Please carry it with you."
Taoist Master Daoming took it, smiled, and carefully put it away, saying, "My disciple's abilities are growing stronger and stronger. From now on, I will have to entrust my old bones to my disciple."
"I, the disciple, will obey your order and promise not to let you down." Ji Miaomiao bowed jokingly.
After the master and disciple finished speaking, they looked at each other and smiled.
After Daoming Zhenren came back, it was customary for him to rest in the Taoist temple for a few days, draw some talismans, and carve some small items in preparation for selling them after he went down the mountain in a few days.
Ji Miaomiao didn't want him to be too tired so she helped out. Drawing the amulet was simple and effortless so she didn't interfere and let Taoist Daoming draw it slowly by himself.
She chose to help out by carving wood and making small handicrafts.
This is a delicate job that consumes both energy and physical strength.
Taoist Master Daoming is old and no longer has the physical strength of his youth. He has to take a break after carving each piece. In order to bring back enough finished products when he comes down the mountain, he has to work hard every day without any time to rest.
Ji Miaomiao saw this and decided to carve a few more pieces herself.
Taoist Master Daoming had the habit of collecting wood. She had gathered a batch in the backyard so she didn't have to worry about the raw materials. She also had all the carving tools ready. Now she only needed to take a piece of wood and start carving.
The sun was high in the sky and the cicadas were chirping non-stop in the trees.
Ji Miaomiao went to the backyard warehouse to take out a piece of wood, first used tools to split it into small pieces of suitable shapes, and then sat on the stone bench under the tree, picked up the small piece of wood and began to slowly carve it.
The afternoon breeze occasionally blows by.
The wind would blow a few strands of hair around her fair ears, revealing her face, which was drooping with concentration. At this moment, she held a handmade knife in her hand and began to carve a simple small wooden sword.
After trying it for the first time, I couldn't control the strength and often the carving was either too deep or too shallow, which resulted in the piece of wood being carved into a terrible shape. In the end, the piece had to be scrapped.
When picking up the second piece to start carving, Ji Miaomiao learned from her mistakes and took out a pencil to draw the general shape on the wood first, then enveloped the wood with her mental power before starting to carve.
This time, she carved much more smoothly. With each cut, the wood block soon took shape as a sword in her hands.
Then take out sandpaper to polish and grind it, carve out the details, and finally apply a layer of wood oil. The small wooden sword is done.
All things are difficult at the beginning. After this first one, the second and third ones were carved faster and faster.
Ji Miaomiao also discovered that this mental power was really useful. When she covered the wood and carved it, there were rarely any deviations, which saved her a lot of effort.
Outside the sun was setting slowly.
When Taoist Master Daoming returned to the backyard, he saw her sitting on a stone bench carving. There were already seven or eight small wooden swords drying next to her.
"Little disciple, have you been doing this all afternoon?"
"Well! Master, what do you think of my carving? Is it okay?"
Taoist Master Daoming looked up and saw that the small wooden swords all looked good. He knew that she had put a lot of effort into it, and he was moved. He praised her, saying, "Not bad. I'll take them down the mountain in a few days and sell them."
Hearing this, Ji Miaomiao smiled lightly: "I'll make some more tomorrow, Master, and you don't have to make any. Just take these and sell them."
"Okay! Okay! It saves me a lot of effort!" Taoist Master Daoming agreed with a smile, not wanting to refuse his disciple's filial piety.
After saying that, seeing that it was getting late, Ji Miaomiao tidied up the things on the table to make room, and the master and disciple had a simple dinner together on the stone table.
Ji Miaomiao cleaned up the dishes for both of them, took them into the kitchen to wash them, and when she came out again, it was already completely dark.
The shadows of the trees were hazy in the night. Under the tree, Taoist Master Daoming was still sitting on a stone bench. His entire body was hidden in the night, and his expression could not be seen. He suddenly said, "Disciple, tomorrow you and Master will go to Qingyun Temple to visit your uncle."
There was a hint of melancholy in his tone.
"Tomorrow morning?" Ji Miaomiao paused.
"Well! Let's set off early tomorrow morning."
"Okay, I understand, Master."
Taoist Master Daoming announced this decision a little suddenly. Ji Miaomiao didn't know the reason, so she just asked about the time and nodded in agreement.
"Go to bed early today and go back." Taoist Master Daoming advised her with a smile.
"I understand, Master. You should go to bed early too." After saying this, Ji Miaomiao went back to her room.
In the backyard, only Taoist Master Daoming was left sitting on a stone bench. After a long moment, he spoke to the night sky and sighed, "My little disciple, since I am your master, I will not let you be delayed."
"As your teacher, I will make sure you learn everything you need to learn."
The many sighs in these words dissipated with the wind in the thick night, and no one could hear them except himself.
The next day, the two went down the mountain early and took a bus to Qingyun Temple.
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