Small town adventure

Chapter 283 The Dharma is Boundless
"Haha..." Daoist Qingyang laughed and said, "Okay! After another three to five days of cultivation, you can get out of bed and walk!"

Hearing what the preacher said, everyone was overjoyed and happy for him. Even the big black dog seemed to be infected by the joyful atmosphere. Suddenly he stood up and circled around the room with a big tail on his buttocks. The non-stop swinging behind caused everyone to burst into laughter again. It seemed that this guy's injury had healed a lot.

After laughing, Daoist Qingyang sat down beside Zhang Yihan's bed, patted him on the shoulder and said slowly: "Since your injury is not serious, I am relieved as a teacher. When your injury heals quickly, As a teacher, I still have important things for you to do!"

Zhang Yihan put away her smile, and said seriously: "Is it something about the 'Ghost Village'?"

Daoist Qingyang nodded, and said noncommittally: "Teacher is right, now those two ghost boys have not been subdued by us, but they almost killed us, master and apprentice, in that village. It can be seen from my It is difficult to deal with them with my cultivation. Judging from the current situation, I can only follow the method we Wudang Mountain used to deal with scholar ghosts more than a hundred years ago. The method of two ghost boys!"

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, with a slight look of embarrassment on his face, and then said: "It's just that in recent years, people's hearts have been impetuous, and they have paid too much attention to utilitarian money. There are very few people who devote themselves to cultivating the Tao and devote themselves to the Buddha, and most of them Their cultivation base is superficial, and they cannot be compared with those talented people who gathered all over the world in Wudang Mountain to practice Buddhism and enlightenment. The strength is naturally much lower, but the Taoism of these two ghost boys is indeed extremely high. Up to now, I can't even touch it as a teacher. Knowing their details, as a teacher, the problem I have always worried about is that even if we gather together the masters of Buddhism and Taoism, it will be difficult to deal with those two ghost boys, and the consequences..."

Speaking of this, Daoist Qingyang showed a sad expression, couldn't help but let out a long sigh and shook his head.

"Master, don't worry too much about hurting your spirits. Didn't you say that the abbot of Mount Wutai, Master Shikong, has a profound cultivation and boundless Dharma. If you and Master Shikong join hands to deal with those two ghost boys, it should be There is a great chance of winning. Furthermore, I also heard that they have a mountain-defending treasure called "Purple Gold Bowl", which is not inferior to the two town-defying treasures in our Wudang Mountain. Back then, our Wudang Didn't Master Bai Guzi, the patriarch of the mountain, use this "Purple Golden Bowl" to subdue the scholar after defeating the ghost?" Zhang Yihan comforted.

(End of this chapter)