After entering the room, the old Taoist priest still kept his left hand on his right hand and sat cross-legged in meditation.
After letting me close the door, he said, "I told you that your name should have the word "Feng" in it. What is your full name?"
"Xiang Yunfeng." I hesitated for a few seconds and then said it.
"Give me your hand."
"Left hand or right hand?"
I often hear that men are on the left and women are on the right, so I just stretched out my left hand.
He shook his head: "I want to see your hands."
So I extended my right hand again.
He glanced at it, then frowned and said, "Take off your shirt."
I did so.
"Turn around."
I turned around, facing away from him.
"Huh?"
Behind him, the old Taoist priest suddenly asked doubtfully: "I saw it, what is this?"
"The flesh is stronger than the bones, so yin wins over yang. The bones are weaker than the flesh, so yang wins over yin. This thing does not belong to yin, and walking does not belong to yang. It seems to be some kind of victory-weary technique?"
"Taoist Priest, what do you mean?"
"What a strange thing, what a strange thing! The old Taoist is so entrusted that even the old Taoist can't do anything."
"No... I want to see what this is. Go and get my wooden sword."
The mahogany sword looked ordinary, like a tourist souvenir I had seen before, sold at the foot of Laojun Mountain in Luoyang. But I didn't expect that when I picked it up, I felt that it was very heavy and pressed against my hand. Is it made of mahogany? Iron
Swords are not that heavy.
The old Taoist priest's eyes were solemn. He held the sword in his right hand as if he wanted to do something. All I saw was the tip of the sword slowly coming towards me.
suddenly!
His eyes changed, and he jumped out of bed, shouting like crazy: "Hey! Hey, hey!"
I shouted and stabbed me with the wooden sword.
"Monster! I knew there would be a sneak attack at night! Don't even think about harming the old Taoist!"
"Hi! Hi hi!"
I was stung, so I ran away quickly.
I checked the time and saw that it was exactly 12:17 at night, a quarter of an hour later. This was so on time.
"Don't run away, monster!"
I put on my clothes and rushed out the door immediately.
The old Taoist priest was crazy. He held a wooden sword and jumped up and down to chase me. At the same time, he laughed loudly and said that I was transformed from a toad spirit and wanted to beat me back to my original shape.
The sound of movement woke up the others, and Xiaoxuan came out rubbing her eyes.
When the old Taoist priest saw Xiaoxuan, he immediately shouted: "Little vixen! You are dressed like this in the middle of the night! It seems you want to absorb my yang energy from the old Taoist!"
"How can I let you get what you want!"
Xiaoxuan immediately became furious and shouted with red eyes: "Smelly old man! Damn old man! Who do you think is a vixen? My aunt will fight with you!"
She took out the knife again.
I grabbed Xiaoxuan.
"Don't stop me! Let go!"
"You're crazy too, Yunfeng! This stinking Taoist priest called me a vixen! Today, my aunt... I have to teach him a lesson!"
"No, no Xiaoxuan, don't call him a smelly Taoist priest. If what he says is true, he is our savior."
"cut!"
"Stop teasing me, okay? Yunfeng! How can you believe what such a lunatic says? If I don't call him a crazy Taoist, what do you call him?"
I shook my head and said with complicated eyes: "Xiaoxuan, please call me Dao Ye."
