Chapter 134: The Taoist Master Passes on His Magical Powers, Lin Yexiu Flying the Sword
"Ah~ My wife, Wang Baochuan~"
"It's pitiful that you are staying in the cold kiln, it's pitiful that you are all alone..."
"You have been waiting for me, Xue Nanping, for eighteen years~"
In the house!
Lin Ye lay on the rattan chair, humming a recently popular opera tune.
Ever since Huang Niu went up Shuangmu Mountain, he has lost an important activity in his daily entertainment.
Now I have nothing to do, so I sing some little songs.
"Sir, good news!"
In the front yard, hurried footsteps were heard. Lin Ye pricked up his ears. The footsteps seemed to be from Xu Bo, but there were more than one footsteps. Was there someone following Xu Bo?
"Have you found the whereabouts of my senior brother?"
Lin Ye sat up from the rattan chair. Xu Bo was stunned and shook his head, saying, "There is no news about Master Daohai yet, but Taoist Dingxuan from Qingfeng Temple is back. I invited them into the side hall and they are drinking tea."
"What, the master I miss the most is back?"
Lin Ye was so excited that he stood up from the rattan chair: "Is my mentor really back? Come and take me... No, no, no, wait for me to take a shower and change clothes..."
Uncle Xu was a little confused when he saw his son's excitement. Taoist Ding Xuan had been gone for all these years, and his son seemed to have never mentioned him once.
No, it should be that the young master is afraid of missing her again if he mentions her, so he never mentions it. This is what is sung in operas: the more you miss someone, the more you bury it deep in your heart.
That must be the case.
Xu Bo felt that he understood his own son.
"No!"
Just when Lin Ye turned around and was about to go in to change his clothes, Taoist Ding Xuan appeared at the gate of the courtyard and looked at Lin Ye with a complicated expression. When their eyes met, Lin Ye was stunned, and then his eyes turned slightly red and his body trembled slightly.
"Master, you are back!"
Lin Ye's sincere call made Taoist Ding Xuan unable to react for a moment. It seemed that he did not really accept Lin Ye as his disciple.
The next moment, a big hug embraced him.
"Master, you and my brother left. You don't know how much I missed you. I lost my appetite and waited for you day and night. Later, I missed you so much that I fell ill. In order not to get sick again, I could only bear the pain and never set foot in Qingfeng Temple again."
Xu Bo, who was standing by, listened and thought carefully about whether the young master had been ill in recent years. It seemed that he had not...
No, sir, if you say so, then there must be one. I am old and forgetful.
"It's hard for you."
Taoist Priest Ding Xuan patted Lin Ye's shoulder and forcefully pushed Lin Ye away. Then, looking at his disciple who looked very touched, as well as Uncle Xu and Aunt Ge, he could not help but sigh in his heart.
Oh, vast heaven, how unkind of you must be to me.
How did I end up meeting such a dramatic actor?
I have never done anything wrong in my life.
Taoist Ding Xuan could tell at a glance that Lin Ye was acting.
He has no appetite. Will he look a little stronger than he used to? He must eat a lot of meat for three meals a day as he is full of blood.
And fell ill!
How can a patient be in such a mental state?
The old Taoist understood why this bastard was putting on such a show. He was trying to establish their relationship as master and disciple.
As for his own apprentice, it's still okay, he can still persuade him, but seeing that Butler Xu and Cook Ge will definitely publicize this scene, within a day, the whole Shangyang City will know how much Young Master Lin misses his mentor, it's very touching.
In addition, this bastard built the Qingfeng Temple. If I don’t accept this bastard, I can forget about staying in Shangyang City in the future. The spit of the people will drown me.
"What a good disciple of the master."
Taoist Priest Ding Xuan patted Lin Ye's shoulder heavily, but withdrew his pat after only a few pats. His palms were red with pain, which made the old Taoist mutter in his heart that this kid's martial arts must have improved again, and his body is as strong as iron.
"The main reason is that you are a good master."
Lin Ye looked at Taoist Ding Xuan with great emotion.
"Good disciple."
"Good Master."
…
A quarter of an hour later, in Lin Ye's yard, Taoist Ding Xuan was drinking fragrant tea and listening to Lin Ye telling about what happened after he left.
Daogu, who was listening nearby, exclaimed from time to time, but the old Taoist was very calm, as if everything was within his expectations.
Dynasties changed, and Qingfeng Temple was destroyed...
Looking at the Taoist's expression, Lin Ye knew that he must have anticipated all this, otherwise he would not have taken the Book of Merit away . The Taoist was more insightful than himself.
"Rise and fall is the law of nature, and Qingfeng Temple cannot deviate from it."
The old Taoist sighed, and Lin Ye took the opportunity to say, "Master, during the time you were away, I never stopped practicing. You see, I have now broken through to the Hidden God Realm."
After performing such a touching drama, Lin Ye asked the Taoist priest to recognize the relationship between them as master and disciple, naturally he had something in mind.
The Great Sutra of Merit and Response records the Taoist practice methods, but practice alone is not enough, there must also be corresponding techniques. It is like an expert in firearms, who is very good at using firearms but has no guns. What can he do?
I am now considered a formal disciple, so I should be taught some skills.
Taoist Priest Ding Xuan listened to Lin Ye's words, looked at Lin Ye for a while, frowned slightly and said, "Your aura is very chaotic. What have you practiced?"
"Master, you don't know how much I have suffered during your absence."
Hearing what the Taoist said, Lin Ye was about to complain, but the Taoist stopped him: "Say it quickly and simply, don't act."
Lin Ye: ...
"I encountered an evil ghost at that time. I wanted to fight it desperately, but the evil ghost was too powerful and I was no match for it. It happened that I met the abbot of Miaoying Temple at this time. The abbot subdued the evil ghost and said that I had wisdom and wanted to accept me into Buddhism. As a disciple of Sanqing, I naturally refused, but the abbot took me away by force. In the end, I had no choice but to agree to become a lay disciple and told the abbot that if he forced me again, I would rather die."
Miaoying Temple.
The old Taoist's mouth twitched. How could he not know the character of Master Yin Guang, the abbot of Miaoying Temple, after having dealt with him for so many years?
That bald man loves money to his core.
Lin Ye doesn't have much else but he has a lot of money...
He could almost guess what was going on.
This kid is really full of lies. He clearly used money to break open that bald donkey's door. Otherwise, given the nature of Buddhism, how could they accept disciples who practiced Taoist magic?
"Later, Miaoying Temple and Shuangmu Mountain fought another battle. Abbot Yin Guang died in the battle, and I was finally able to leave Miaoying Temple. But I didn't expect that not long after I returned to the city, I was found by Old Yang... and the City God. The City God was very cunning and deliberately set a trap for me. Fortunately, I was smart and reacted quickly. In the end, the City God was punished by God, and I also got the ghost cultivation method by chance."
Lin Ye made some artistic processing to it, but in the old Taoist's ears it became...
Miaoying Temple , spend money and practice.
City God Temple, spend money, and practice.
"It's hard for you, my good disciple."
The old Taoist said something meaningful, and Da Wu on the side continued: "Brother, this is called suffering before happiness. If you hadn't encountered so many difficulties, I don't think you would have reached the Hidden God Realm so quickly. I have been practicing with Master for so many years, but I haven't reached the Hidden God Realm yet."
"May the Three Pure Ones bless me!" Lin Ye replied with a smile.
"Your martial arts has also reached the Jingzhe realm, right?"
"Master, you have a very good eye. I was lucky enough to make a breakthrough."
The old Taoist pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Your situation is rather special. Your Third Uncle cultivated a magical power that is quite suitable for you."
"What magical power?"
The realm of inspiration is the entry level realm of Taoist practice. In this realm, one can only practice some auxiliary techniques. Only when one enters the realm of hiding the spirit can one cultivate supernatural powers. Lin Ye is still excited about this.
"Sword Control Technique!"
When the old Taoist spat out three words, Lin Ye's expression was shocked and he became excited.
Sword wielding!
This is a very powerful technique in every novel.
"Moreover, it is an extraordinary sword-controlling technique. It is so fast that even a strong person in the Yuan Shen realm would find it difficult to dodge. Back then, your third uncle named this sword-controlling technique the One Sword Style, which means that you only need to strike with one sword."
Lin Ye's blood was already boiling as he listened to the old Taoist's words.
"Master, please teach me the sword-controlling technique."
"Okay, follow me."
Lin Ye followed the old Taoist. At the moment, his mind was full of images of flying with a sword and taking people's heads from thousands of miles away. He didn't notice the strange expression of Daogu beside him at all.
