The middle-aged man's honest and courteous look reminds me of my dad.
I thought about the time when I was haunted by evil spirits and my family was desolate.
My father knelt in the hospital, begging the doctor to save me, crying bitterly, wishing he could die for me.
Feeling sympathy for a moment, I deliberately gave the middle-aged man some advice and told him to go to the ghost streets of Kyoto to "seek life."
But talking too much can lead to mistakes. Kindness is a double-edged sword. It can save others, but it can also harm yourself.
After saying those words, I suddenly woke up and was covered in cold sweat.
How can I, an ordinary mortal who is about to become a disciple of a handyman, know all the details of the Taoist sect?
These are the Taoist information that Lingxi prepared for me when I left Kyoto.
From the cultivation realm of Taixuzi to the appearance and residence of the nine elders of Taoism.
As well as the division of disciples and the specific number of them.
Maybe it's not a core secret, but it's definitely not something that ordinary people can find out.
In the Tao Sect's territory, the crucial first step in stealing soul blood, I really shouldn't expose my "different" side.
After all, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.
There are too many "three religions and nine schools" gathered around me. Even if I just said it very quietly, who can guarantee that no one is secretly paying attention to me?
I pity the middle-aged man and sympathize with his daughter, but who will pity me in turn?
If the evil spirit is not eliminated, my fate will be even worse than that of her daughter.
There is also the third uncle, who is waiting for me to rescue him at the bottom of the Demon Killing Pond. He wants to solve his inner demons as soon as possible and return to Taoshan Village to visit his grandma and reunite the family.
I can't let a small thing lead to a big loss, or ruin the "big plan" because of a momentary soft-heartedness.
Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel regretful, and quickly turned around and shut up.
It is better to do less than to do more. I cannot protect myself at this moment.
The middle-aged man observed his words and said: "Little brother, what street in Kyoto you just mentioned..."
I ignored it and pretended not to hear.
His eyes darkened, he lowered his head and said thank you.
At eight o'clock sharp, the loud ringing of bells echoed through the valley and lingered for a long time.
The originally stagnant team began to move slowly upward.
I looked up and saw that there were dozens of Taoist disciples strictly guarding the mountainside, dividing the flow of people into three groups.
All the way to the left, all the way forward, all the way to the right.
Slowly, the speed picked up.
But even so, it took an hour and a half before it was my turn.
"Where to sign up?"
The Taoist disciple dressed in white asked expressionlessly.
I pretended to be nervous and stammered: "Za, a handyman disciple."
"Left, follow that person." The other person waved his hand impatiently with a calm tone.
I bowed to express my gratitude and trotted along with the figure in front of me.
Soon, I came to an open area.
Looking around, there are already seventy-eight "mundane mortals" who have signed up as handyman disciples like me, waiting here.
They lined up in a long line with their noses and noses in mind, no one dared to whisper to each other, and they were completely honest.
I peeked sideways and saw the thin man at the front moving a black stone.
One step, two steps, three steps.
After walking a full five steps, his face turned red and he lay down panting.
The old man in gray clothes who was in charge of recording said loudly: "Xu Wenqiang, his strength is qualified."
The thin man grinned excitedly, showing his big white teeth and making a victory gesture.
The old man in gray clothes reminded: "Go to Deputy Manager Sun to provide proof of identity."
"Thank you, senior." Xu Wenqiang fisted in a nondescript manner.
The old man in gray yawned and said, "Next one."
"Well, what's your name?"
"Ding Li?"
"I'll go, one is Xu Wenqiang and the other is Ding Li. Are you two from Shanghai?" The corner of the old man's mouth in gray clothes twitched and said, "Forget it, hurry up."
"Pick up the stone and walk five steps to qualify, otherwise you will be eliminated."
