I once heard from my grandfather that there is a very evil medical technique called "Five Ghosts Connecting the Pulse".
Unexpectedly, the first time I witnessed it happened to me.
I was sealed in the jar for three whole days and three nights. This process was absolutely like a nightmare!
But after waking up from the nightmare, the result was good.
My muscles and veins that were completely damaged by Cao Xuerong were miraculously restored to perfection.
"You are destined to be the king of hell. Even if your injuries are cured, you won't live long. Why are you happy?" the mute old woman wrote on the ground.
I was shocked. I didn't expect that this mother-in-law had a vision comparable to that of my grandfather. She smiled bitterly and said, "Let's live as long as we can."
"If you don't want to die, it's very simple. Just learn the skills of the King of Hell." The mute old woman wrote.
Grandpa also told me this.
I was about to say that this was impossible when I accidentally saw the mute mother-in-law's calm expression. Suddenly my heart was pounding and I asked in a trembling voice, "Mother-in-law, do you know how...how to learn the skills of the King of Hell?"
The mute mother-in-law seemed to have not heard anything and was indifferent.
I was about to ask again, when I saw her left index finger tilted, seemingly unintentionally, and clicked towards the statue of the Empress in the temple.
I was so blessed that I immediately knelt down in front of the statue of the empress and kowtowed.
After knocking me down for hundreds of times, the mute old lady patted me on the shoulder and wrote on the ground, "My queen has agreed to accept you as her disciple."
I was stunned for a moment, thinking that the mute mother-in-law was going to accept me as her disciple, asking me to kneel down and worship the empress as if to test my sincerity, but who knew that what she said would be "the empress accepts me as her disciple".
The mute grandma handed me a cup of tea and asked me to serve it.
I took it in my hand and looked up, only to see the empress shrouded in the smoke of incense, lifelike.
Suddenly I remembered that when I climbed into the temple, the mute grandma once said, "If you can climb into the temple, you are destined to be with us."
At that time, I thought the mute grandma was a slip of the tongue. Now it seems that there are other people in the temple besides the mute grandma who just don’t want to show up.
"Master, please have tea."
I didn't even bother to think about it, so I knelt down respectfully and served tea.
The mute mother-in-law asked me to put the tea cup on the incense table and kowtow three times to the statue of the empress. This was considered the master-disciple ceremony.
"I will be your senior sister from now on." The mute grandma wrote on the ground.
I was confused again. If the mute mother-in-law is my senior sister, how old is my master?
"Our lineage has been thin since ancient times, and now we are the only ones left. My talent is too poor and I cannot pass on the lineage. From now on, I will rely on you." The mute old woman said again.
I was very curious, "Then what does our lineage belong to?"
"Wushan Lingmen, we are the descendants of Lingmen."
I was stunned.
The so-called Three Religions and Nine Streams, and the Hundred Tao of Taoism. Countless ancient schools and inheritances have appeared since ancient times, and have gradually disappeared in the long river of time.
Especially in modern times, things of the old school are gradually declining, and many of them have lost their incense.
The two professions that are still relatively active today are Feng Shui masters and fortune telling.
Under the guidance of my grandfather's words and deeds, I have been exposed to this kind of things since I was a child, but I have never heard of Wushan Lingmen.
However, over thousands of years, there have been so many schools that have emerged. Maybe this Lingmen is not very famous, so it is normal that you have never heard of it.
"It's not that we are not famous, but our Ling Sect has always been secretive and not known to outsiders. You understand this clearly." Mute Granny seemed to know what I was thinking.
"So that's it." I suddenly said, "Then what sect does our Lingmen belong to?"
It's impossible for a monk to be a Taoist, it's a bit possible, but it's not very likely.
"Then tell me, which school should the King of Hell belong to?" asked the mute old woman.
My heart skipped a beat.
What other genre could the King of Hell belong to?
Thinking of the weird "Five Ghost Pulse Connecting Technique", I couldn't help but blurt out, "Does it belong to... the ghost sect?"
"Everything in the world has animism. What do you think our Lingmen does?" the mute old woman wrote. "Once you enter the Lingmen, it is as deep as the sea. You are destined to deal with monsters and monsters for the rest of your life. The sea of suffering is boundless. Have you thought about it?"
"Senior sister, I have just served tea, can I still turn around?" I asked.
The mute mother-in-law glanced at me and said, "No."
I had no choice but to change the topic, "Is Wushan the ancestral land of our Lingmen? Where is it?"
"Didn't you notice that it gets foggy here every three days?"
I looked outside the temple and it was really foggy.
From that day on, I lived in the Empress Temple.
The mute old lady lived in a small house next to the temple, where she usually cooked and slept.
I was thinking about my grandpa, and when I was almost healed from my injury, I thought about going down the mountain to inquire about him. My mute mother-in-law didn’t say anything and even prepared some food for me.
Unexpectedly, I fainted just after I reached the halfway point, before I even went down the mountain. In the end, I was picked up by the mute old woman who was following me quietly.
"The empress protects you in the temple and can temporarily suppress your destiny. If you want to go out and die, that's up to you."
After waking up, he received a lesson from the mute mother-in-law.
After this incident, I calmed down and stayed in the temple to study hard day and night with the mute old lady.
The days in the mountains are peaceful.
Only the thunder that comes on time on July 15th every year is really a headache, and the thunder is more thrilling every year.
Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
