Wang Yuanwai shouted twice at the door, and a weak voice came from the room: "Is it Wang Yuanwai? Please come in."
"Squeak!"
As soon as he entered the door, Xu Ping smelled the strong aroma of medicine and immediately looked over.
Lying on the bed was a ** middle-aged man with a Chinese character face and a pale face. His bare chest was wrapped with white gauze, faintly showing blood.
Uncle Jiu also looked this person up and down.
Seeing the two people behind Wang Yuanwai, Taoist Master Baiyun was startled and asked: "Wang Yuanwai, who are these two?"
After all, it was because of his own family affairs that he suffered this hardship. Although his skills were a bit inferior, Wang Yuanwai still maintained his courtesy. He pointed to Uncle Jiu first and introduced: "This is Uncle Jiu from the next town. He was born in Maoshan.
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"This is Mr. Xu Ping, uh, he is also an expert."
"This girl is Uncle Jiu's apprentice."
Wang Yuanwai finished introducing them one by one.
Uncle Jiu cupped his hands, hugged him on the left and bowed to the right, and said: "This fellow Taoist is a disciple of the poor Taoist Maoshan Dinghu Zhenren. His Taoist name is Yi Mei."
Dinghu Zhenren, one of the three great masters of Maoshan.
Taoist Priest Baiyun's face moved slightly, showing a hint of respect.
Although he was lying on the bed, he kept his etiquette and cupped his hands: "I am a poor Taoist, Baiyun, practicing in the Qingfeng Temple."
When he raised his hand, he touched the wound on his chest and grimaced in pain.
But seeing him salute just now, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but frown.
Generally, when Taoist priests greet each other and perform fist-holding salutes, they hold their left hand with their right hand.
The implication is that there is good on the left and evil on the right, and be kind to others.
Holding the left hand with the right hand is a hand-over gesture that is only used when a person dies.
Taoist Master Baiyun actually holds his right hand with his left hand. What does this mean?
Uncle Jiu's face changed slightly and he said nothing, thinking that he had met a fellow Taoist, but he was actually a liar.
Gu Nianhua had just learned this and her memory was still fresh. She thought she had remembered it wrong, so she blurted out: "Hey, that's not right. How come you..."
"Little flower!"
Uncle Jiu shouted.
Gu Nianhua looked sideways. Although she didn't understand why, she didn't say anything.
Xu Ping, who was standing nearby, noticed the changes in Uncle Jiu's mood and asked softly: "Uncle Jiu, is there any problem?"
Uncle Jiu turned around and said in a voice that only he could hear: "He should be a fake Taoist priest."
Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Xu Ping was surprised to see the man in front of him who called himself Taoist Master Baiyun.
He didn't lie.
Realizing that there was an evil spirit lingering in the room, Xu Ping locked him with the Qi Watching Technique from the moment he entered the room.
There is no monster or weird thing that can escape my eyes... But after Xu Ping observed it, he found that although there was evil energy, it was nothing more than that.
Evil spirit is not exclusive to evil people.
For example, when the Buddhist King of Angry Eyes uses Buddhist physical Dharma to liberate ghosts and demons, he is also surrounded by an evil spirit.
But it cannot be said that he is not a good person.
Xu Ping did not point out his evil aura, but planned to continue observing to see if there was collusion between the Taoist priest in front of him and the monster.
He showed a warm attitude and walked to the bed with a concerned expression: "Taoist Master Baiyun, how is your injury..."
At this point, he seemed to have just remembered, and said: "Hey, Uncle Jiu, don't you know some medical skills? Why don't you show it to this Taoist priest?"
Although Uncle Jiu thought that Bai Yun was actually a fake Taoist priest, perhaps a wild Taoist priest, he did not discriminate against him.
In the world of martial arts, there is a saying of Ye Maoshan, and their number is many times more than the orthodox Maoshan disciples.
He was able to risk his own life and fight monsters, but he was injured and lay in a hospital bed.
Regardless of whether he is a true Taoist priest or a fake Taoist priest, he is always respected.
Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu also smiled, and did not expose him. Instead, he said with concern: "Fellow Taoist Baiyun, I have a golden sore medicine that is specially designed to treat demonic poisons. If you don't mind it, it will come in handy."
Taoist Priest Baiyun was stunned for a moment, looking at Xu Ping and Uncle Jiu in front of him, a little flattered: "Don't bother you two, Baiyun's injury has been mostly healed. I really feel sorry for you all thinking about him so much."
"Hey, Taoist Master, you're welcome. I definitely want it." Xu Ping looked enthusiastic and reached out to untie the gauze on his chest.
Gu Nianhua was a girl after all. Seeing this, she couldn't help turning her back and looking around.
Baiyun lay on the bed, weak and weak. Although he refused, he could not resist him and did whatever he wanted.
But at this time, he realized something was wrong.
The young man in front of me seemed to be overly enthusiastic, which was puzzling.
Bai Yun was very confused.
Xu Ping easily untied his gauze, revealing the shocking and hideous wound on his chest.
Within sight, three-inch long claw marks crawled all over the chest from right to left. The scarlet flesh and blood were turned outwards at the wound, and the skin was torn. This could not be faked.
What a good person?!
It's just that he lacks awareness of his own strength and has no idea.
Uncle Jiu didn't waste any time. He took out the golden sore medicine and said, "Fellow Taoist Baiyun, please bear with it a little, it's a little painful."
As he said that, he sprinkled the powder from the bottle on the wound.
Severe pain hit his whole body, and Bai Yun's face changed drastically, turning into the color of pig liver in an instant.
My heart is screaming wildly, do you call this a little pain?
At any rate, the wound was re-applied with medicine and bandaged, and Xu Ping was playful and tied a bow tie.
Taoist Master Baiyun held back three words for a long time:
"thank you!"
…
Another round of pleasantries.
I learned from Bai Yun that a few days ago, he observed that there was evil spirit permeating the Wang family, so he paid a visit.
The fact that Miss Wang's wife was haunted by a monster was revealed at a glance.
When her identity was exposed, she became angry and started to attack.
Taoist Master Baiyun made an accidental move and was stabbed by a sharp claw, and then he lay here.
If he hadn't forcibly moved his body at that critical moment, his heart and liver would have been ripped out and he would have died.
As the saying goes, walls have ears and the news that monsters are haunting them has spread.
The mayor immediately broke off the engagement and no one showed up.
Wang Yuanwai recalled the danger of that day, spoke angrily and swore firmly, "Taoist priest, please rest assured. When the Taoist priest recovers from his injuries and leaves, I will still express my gratitude. Please do not refuse, Taoist priest."
"Pindao didn't mean that."
Bai Yun covered up the trace of greed in his eyes. He glanced at Uncle Jiu and said righteously: "It's just gold and silver. How can I care about it? It's just that I couldn't get rid of that monster. I'm really ashamed."
Haha... Xu Ping twitched the corners of his mouth and sneered, but it seemed normal to be greedy for money.
Why pretend?
After hearing this, Uncle Jiu no longer looked at him with colored glasses. He couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy for each other: "Fellow Taoist, please don't be like this. Throughout the ages, how many people have sacrificed themselves for others like you."
They are indeed kindred spirits!
"Uh..." Taoist Master Baiyun was stunned for a moment and lowered his head: "Ashamed, ashamed!"
At this moment, Gu Nianhua looked at a yellow sash hanging on the wall next to the door and asked, "Wow, Taoist Master Baiyun, you have as many magic weapons as Master."
As she said that, she walked over.
Taoist Priest Baiyun's face changed drastically and he shouted angrily: "Little girl, don't touch that."
Gu Nianhua trembled in fright and froze on the spot.
She was a little curious and wanted to go over and have a look, but had no intention of reaching out.
Xu Ping was stunned. Through the art of labor, he could clearly sense that Taoist Baiyun was really anxious.
He also followed his gaze and looked over, and then he noticed a cloth rug on the wall.
The two pockets of the cloth bag were bulging, revealing the corners of many magical instruments.
At a glance, yellow flags, wooden swords, paper umbrellas... these are all ordinary things.
It's very common, even Uncle Jiu has it.
But it was these ordinary things that made Taoist Priest Baiyun on the bed anxious.
Even just now, when I tried to get up, the wound was a little cracked and the gauze was stained red with blood.
"Xiao Hua, don't be rude." Uncle Jiu shouted.
Gu Nianhua's mouth tightened, and she complained, "Master, I didn't want to touch his things."
Suspicion suddenly arose in Xu Ping's heart, and he calmly used Zhanwang Qi Technique on the cloth.
His eyes felt sore and Qi surged in his vision, and Xu Ping looked intently.
On the cloth cassocks hanging on the wall, strands of black smoke and yellow smoke are constantly intertwined.
Suddenly, Xu Ping's eyes moved slightly.
Inside the robe, a ferocious face suddenly appeared, with steaming evil energy and scarlet eyes, staring at the people on the field.
Damn it!
This Taoist priest really doesn't look like a good person.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Thanks to three book friends, Chizi Xincheng, Lin Xu, and Lost My Heart in Antarctica, for their rewards.