Chapter 15 Worship into Maoshan Mountain
The haunting of the Sham Shui Wading Substation caused a stir on Hong Kong Island.
At first, the British ghost didn't believe it, and sent inspectors one inspector after another to verify that the traces left by the explosion and the powder left by the zombies burned by the sun were not enough to be trusted.
But with a spirit talisman pasted on the wall of the archive, the door of the ghost world opened, and the Imperial Army Club, the Rising Sun Banner, and the remnants of evil ghosts were displayed in front of them, no matter how rational a person was, he could only believe in such a nonsensical fact.
As a result, all departments unanimously agreed to set up a special unit to catch ghosts, and now, the preparatory work is in full swing.
Santa Maria del MarΓa's Hospital.
Top floor, higher ward.
"Brother Fan, when are we going to be discharged from the hospital?"
Kim McGee lay bored on the bed, not looking at the flowers and fruits next to him, but his will was rather depressed.
Next to him, Meng Fan drank porridge while basking in the sun, with a big tongue, and said helplessly: "I have to ask the master, I have been basking in the sun for two days, and I don't know if the yang energy has been replenished." β
On the hospital bed in the middle, Zhong Daochang put away the newspaper, examined the two of them carefully, and only replied in a deep voice after a while:
"Well, that's pretty much it."
It turned out that after the two of them killed the xenomorph zombie Issey Miyake, their tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and they passed out directly on the spot and lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he appeared at Santa Maria Hospital, next to him was Chung Michi, who was out of danger and had regained his senses.
He said that if a person enters the ghost world and stays in it for a long time, he will become seriously ill afterwards and need to bask in the sun for a long time to make up for it.
When chasing zombies in the police station building, the reason why the two of them did not fall into a coma was because the sun had not yet set, and some yang energy was replenished, and with the blessing of magic weapons, they behaved so vigorously.
When it comes to magic weapons, Kim McKee is angry.
The senior police officers of the group of corpses who were vegetarian actually confiscated the peachwood sword that they had conquered the ghost world and subdued the zombies, said that they would take it for research, and thanked him for his contribution to society.
Don't have a face at all!
For this shameless act, Meng Fan should have been even more depressed, because he had more treasures:
Exorcism whips, magic swords, Vajra Bodhi beads.
And now only the holding bead was returned, or because with the explosion of Issey Miyake, it was shattered to the point that only three Vajra Bodhi seeds remained, and the appearance was extremely crippled.
However, Zhong Daochang comforted:
Those are just dead things, there is Taoism in the body, do you need to worry about this?
In an instant, Meng Fan understood the sound outside the strings.
Immediately kowtow to the teacher.
Kim McKee realized it and followed, kowtowing and begging Jongdo to take him as an apprentice.
In fact, Zhong Daochang has a good sense of Meng Fan, has a degree of advance and retreat, and does not lack courage, and is indeed the best candidate to accept apprentices, so he immediately agreed.
As for Kim McKee, Zhong Fabai pondered for a moment before nodding in agreement.
In the past, the world was peaceful, and it was nothing to pity that he entered the coffin with his Taoist skills, but now that evil ghosts and zombies are reborn, he can't bear to leave a method of restraint for future generations.
And not afraid of death, Jin McKee, who dares to hunt down ghosts, is also a material that can be made.
Regarding the fact that Zhong Daochang was a little hesitant when he accepted him as an apprentice, Jin McKee expressed his understanding, after all, he had acted Meng Lang before, which did leave a bad impression on the master.
In the future, we must serve diligently and strive to inherit the master's learning!
According to the master, their branch is from the Taoist sect.
The patriarch Zhong Yue Wu was originally a martial artist in the Guangxu period, but because he was dissatisfied with the faintness of the imperial court and allowed the foreigners to oppress, he resigned from his official position and helped the Boxers.
Later, because he killed a prominent foreign devil military attache, he was wanted by the Qing court, so he went incognito and entered Nanmao Mountain to retreat to practice.
With the fall of the Qing Dynasty and the era of warlord melee, the world was rampant, and the patriarch had no intention of reciting the Yellow Court behind closed doors, put away the dust, picked up the magic sword hanging on the wall, and chose to go down the mountain to eliminate the demons and save the little people.
Eventually settled on Hong Kong Island.
And their master Zhong Fabai was originally an orphan, living on the streets, and was adopted by his ancestor at the age of five, adopted under his knees as a righteous son, and learned the skill of subduing demons and eliminating demons.
"We inherited from the Shangqing sect altar on Nanmao Mountain, don't forget."
"If you have the opportunity in the future, you will go to the mainland on behalf of the teacher to meet the ancestors and masters enshrined in the hall."
In the past two days, Zhong Daochang has said these two sentences at most.
In terms of learning Taoism, the master didn't mention a word, and he had to wait until he returned to the grocery store, and the two of them kowtowed to the portrait of the patriarch, and after the incense was applied, they could practice.
The word should not be taught lightly.
Meng Fan agrees with this sentence very much, if it weren't for his desperate life to get rid of Issey Miyake, and his performance was recognized by the Taoist chief, whether he could get the inheritance was still between the two.
Kowtow to the patriarch, that's even more fine.
Now.
Jin McKee heard that his yang energy had been replenished, and he immediately said excitedly: "Master, when will we go back?" β
"Anytime." Zhong Fabai got up from the hospital bed, his steps staggering a little.
Seeing this, Meng Fan immediately put down the porridge bowl, ran over to help, and said with concern: "Master, don't stay for a few more days, your body is important." β
"Yes, it doesn't matter when you learn Taoism, your old man must take care of his body and live a long life."
Kim McGee also jumped out of bed at the first moment and pushed a wheelchair out of the corner of the room.
"It's useless, I forcibly use a profound spell, the virtue is not matched, the technique is superb, no matter how much I treat it, I can't make it up."
Zhong Fabai couldn't help but be moved when he saw that the two new apprentices were caring about him.
Since the master left, he lived alone in the grocery store, and over time, he developed a withdrawn character.
However, the Taoist chief did not reveal this emotion, but put on a straight face and said vigilantly:
"You two must always keep in mind that the Dao technique, the Dao technique, the Dao is before the technique, no matter how advanced the technique, without the support of the Dao, it is also empty."
"If you have to use it forcibly, the best outcome is the same as me, I don't know how to live for decades, I am unlucky, and my soul is scattered on the spot."
"Got it, master."
The two nodded solemnly.
"If only you knew how powerful." Zhong Fabai's face turned slightly pale, and he continued: "Push me out of the hospital." β
"Master, can the thousand-year-old ginseng heal your Dao injury?" Meng Fan asked while pushing the cart.
"No, you can't."
"Afan, read less martial arts novels in the future, don't be misled."
For this big disciple, Zhong Fabai was the most patient, changed his temper in the past, and said softly:
"Don't worry too much about me, read more Taoist scriptures for the sake of the teacher, cultivate your self-cultivation, and improve your Taoism, and if you two stinky boys accumulate more merits, your injuries will be healed......"
However, this atmosphere of harmony between master and disciple did not last.
As soon as he left the ward, he heard a loud grinning voice coming from not far away.
"Congratulations Sheriff, you're on the rise."
"It's still four levels in a row, wow! Twenty-three-year-old senior inspector, this doesn't give a red envelope? β