The master still adheres to his own point of view, and even has a bit of a paranoid flavor.

Xuanhu smacked his mouth: "You, you've been under too much pressure lately, don't think about this matter so complicated, he was sick every day when he was a child, and I didn't see you so anxious." ”

"Hey, it's different." The master sat down on the stool and sighed a little sadly.

Xuanhu held the bamboo pole and slowly moved to the master: "Even the Yu family's sitting gentleman is here, who else do you want to check with?" ”

"In our realm, who can be more skilled than the Yu family?"

The master stood in the doorway, his eyes slightly empty, not knowing what he was thinking.

What Xuanhu said is indeed reasonable, there are only two situations that the Yu family can't see, one is that there is no disease at all, and the other is that there is no cure.

With my current physical condition, I certainly believe that I am not sick.

But the master has been biting on it - it must be checked!

Xuanhu looked at the master helplessly: "Look at your posture, if you don't find something wrong today, you won't give up." ”

The master looked at Xuanhu with a torch in his eyes, and although he didn't say anything, he had already made his position clear.

Xuanhu sighed heavily: "Traditional medicinal techniques basically don't work, or let's ask Uncle Shi to come out." ”

"The Pure Yang Palace has been very busy recently, and Uncle Shi can't take a break."

"So what do you want to do?" Xuanhu asked rhetorically.

"Could it be a false illness?" The master raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice.

The ill disease mentioned by the master is a folk saying, which refers to the various diseases caused by being washed by lonely souls and wild ghosts, which cannot be found in traditional hospitals, and this disease can only be cured by Mr. Yin and Yang.

The master's half-tentative, half-firm tone made Xuanhu's eyes widen directly: "Why do I feel that you are sick?" Taoist priest is sick? Aren't you talking nonsense! ”

In the face of Xuanhu's doubts, the master did not waver at all: "I want to try all the methods, if it still doesn't work, then I believe it." ”

Xuanhu puffed his lips a few times and sighed: "Try it, you will stop after trying." ”

After a pause, Xuanhu asked again, "How are you going to check the deficiency disease?" ”

The master lowered his head and thought for a while: "Get up the altar, check the three souls and seven spirits, and check the hundred points and eight holes." Check everything you can! ”

Xuanhu cleared his throat and said very calmly: "You are irrational. ”

"Why am I irrational?" The master asked rhetorically.

"There is a spiritual root hidden in the three souls and seven spirits of the Taoist priest, and if you check it like this, it is easy to hurt his spiritual root." Xuanhu said leisurely.

I looked at them and asked softly, "Linggen, what is it?" ”

Xuanhu scratched his scalp and muttered, "How can I explain it to you?" ”

A few seconds later, Xuanhu slapped his thigh, and his voice suddenly increased: "Let's put it this way, with a spiritual root, you can cultivate the Dao." Theoretically speaking, everyone has a spiritual root, but the acquired fate is different, some people will walk into the empty door, some people will be oblivious to everyone, and some people are born with spiritual roots, and they are destined to hold the rice bowl of Sanqing in this life. For example, your master. ”

The master waved his hand: "It's all the grandfather's rice bowl, don't talk about that." ”

"Xuanhu said too broadly, the spiritual root is called 'Bodhi' in Buddhism, which is great wisdom and great compassion. When you break through the separation of your body and compassion for everyone from the bottom of your heart, then you are considered enlightened, and our lifelong practice is only cultivating this compassion. ”

These few words of the master reminded me of the thunder character, and I will only wake it up when I have good thoughts.

Perhaps, this is the power of compassion.

After a pause, the master raised his head slightly and rubbed his eyes lightly: "Don't talk about that, let's get down to business first." ”

"Anyway, you're such a precious apprentice, don't take risks."

Xuanhu knew the master's thoughts, so he didn't persuade him more, but just gave him an uneasy advice.

"Hmm." The master nodded lightly: "Just because I only have such an apprentice, I have to take risks." ”

Xuanhu sighed helplessly: "Then it's early, you prepare in advance." ”

"Don't prepare, let's start now."

The master replied simply, and Xuanhu shook his head again and again: "Hey, it's really crazy." ”

I lay on the bed and asked softly, "Master, what should I—what should I do?" ”

"Just come and sit down."

Turning his head, the master looked at Xuanhu: "Don't let anyone get close, I'm afraid of shocking his heavenly soul." ”

"Don't worry."

As he spoke, Xuanhu held the bamboo pole, leaned against the door frame, and looked out the window with his eyes.