"Squeak."
There were footsteps quickly inside, and the wooden double doors were opened instantly.
"Master please."
Entering the room, I found a chair and sat down: "Please bear with me if you bother me late at night."
Jing'an lifted up her robe and knelt down: "Thank you, Master, for not punishing me!"
I laughed and quickly helped him up: "No, no, get up first and then talk."
After Jing'an sat down again, I said, "I asked you to perform this play with me today for others to see."
After a pause, I changed the subject: "You don't have to be punished, but you have to give me an answer."
"Why did you run away?"
A ripple appeared on Jing'an's calm face: "Yes, I'm afraid."
"Afraid?"
I looked at him suspiciously: "You know all the Taoist scriptures, right? Just recite an exorcism spell, and dirty things will definitely not dare to come near you."
"You do not believe?"
"Speaking to another person, I definitely believe it."
Jing'an exhaled softly: "When we were in Chenliu Palace, we never saw such a scene."
"Whether it's chanting sutras or drawing talismans, these are all engraved in my bones, but I can't suppress the fear in my heart."
The moment he looked up at me, his eye circles were a little red: "I know it's embarrassing, but I can't help it!"
I patted the back of his hand a few times and comforted him: "It's okay, this matter is over."
"I came to see you today because I know who you are and I appreciate your honesty."
Jing'an nodded vigorously: "I will find a way! I promise, this will definitely be the last time!"
"But fear is human nature, and you can't control me."
Jing'an was slightly startled: "You can't ask me to be a deserter for the rest of my life, right?"
"The best way to overcome fear is to face it directly."
I thought for a while and said, "I will arrange some other things for you recently, so be prepared."
After saying that, I stood up and said, "It's okay. Go to bed early. The sun will still rise tomorrow."
That being said, I can't sleep.
I have always thought that Chenliu Palace was a great place with a great reputation, and there were countless capable people and strangers in it.
Of course, this is indeed the case.
However, I did not expect that they are flowers in a greenhouse and cannot withstand any wind and rain.
In other words, they are only suitable for knocking on instruments and chanting sutras.
Here is the answer to why the world has so many misunderstandings about Taoist priests.
They have become accustomed to sitting high in temples and have lost the ability to help the world.
If things go on like this, Taoism in Monan will turn into a troupe of music and music.
Suddenly I thought of someone.
It was too late to make a phone call, so I went back to the bedroom.
This time I slept, it was foggy again.
Um?
Hasn’t Uncle Chen attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven? What's going on?
Just when I was wondering, I suddenly heard a voice coming from the white mist.
"I hurt."
The voice was extremely small and faint, as if it was coming from a very far away place.
I tentatively moved my feet forward, but before I could get closer, the white mist suddenly dispersed.
I was shocked and opened my eyes instantly.
The autumn insects outside the window were still chirping, and the bright moon illuminated the ground very clearly.
I got up and walked to the window, just in time to see the sparkling wishing well.
The cry for help just now is still in my ears. I am not sure whether it is Uncle Chen's voice, but such a real voice makes me worried.
The only way to give me peace of mind is to dig the pool again.
But it has long been filled with water, and there are hard cement and ceramic tiles under the water. The best way to break it open is to use an excavator.
When I saw this place at three in the morning
After a while, I immediately gave up the idea of finding someone.
After thinking about it for a while, I found a few pieces of cloth in the drawer and walked out the door.
As soon as the water change valve was opened, the water surface dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and light blue tiles were quickly revealed.
The hammer head was wrapped in wet cloth, making almost no sound when it was struck.
After about half an hour of scratching, a big hole appeared on the ground.
I threw the hammer away and lay down at the entrance of the hole to look inside. A black shadow like a sharp arrow suddenly shot out from the entrance of the hole.
I took a closer look and saw that what was running out was a mouse as big as a palm!
"Hula."
I seemed to have dug into the ancestral grave of a mouse, and mice came out like a tide.
I picked up the hammer and smashed it down.
In a moment, the mice ran away and died, leaving a few half-dead ones squeaking and screaming on the ground.
I picked up the hammer and was about to kill them, when I suddenly realized something was wrong.
Why do these rats have so much oil on them?
When I took a closer look, I realized that it was not oil on them, but the luster of their fur itself.
I couldn't help but start to wonder in my mind, what did this mouse eat?
Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat.
One of the things that Old Turtle is most afraid of is rats!
This thing can get into the tortoise shell of an old turtle. The tortoise shell is indeed hard, but everything wrapped inside is soft!
I didn't dare to be abrupt, so the speed of my hand increased a little.
When the wishing pool was completely dug into a big hole, I finally saw the turtle shell.
When I glanced at the bright flashlight, I suddenly felt bad.
Guijia Mountain is densely covered with gnawing marks, and there are some black particles deep in the mountain.
That's rat droppings!
