Chapter Twenty-Seven: What's Wrong?

The familiar wood fragrance enveloped Bai Zeqing, she felt that she was hallucinating again, and muttered, "Hey, Master, I see you again." Then due to excessive attrition, the whole person trembled uncontrollably.

"What a mess!"

The Taoist priest hugged her with one hand and pressed the other hand against her heart.

Bai Zeqing was dizzy and unbearable, and finally stood up with her master's sleeve, only then did she feel a gentle warm current on her back integrated into her limbs, and where the warm current passed, the numb and stiff place of her whole body seemed to be densely pierced by countless cow hair needles again.

Bai Zeqing broke out in a cold sweat, and she suffered a lot of ant burning, and she was stuck in her chest in one breath, and it took a long time for her to catch up, panting too quickly, and choking her with a heart-rending cough.

The Taoist priest frowned and patted her on the back, and couldn't help but blurt out a curse in his mouth: "Idiot! ”

The Taoist priest guided the aura scurrying around in her body to return to its place, while blowing her beard and glaring at people to scold, but she couldn't find the right words for a while, and finally held back a sentence: "How can there be a fool like you!" What are you doing with such ferocity? Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated? ”

After a long time, Bai Zeqing came to his senses, his heart was weak and happy, and he asked weakly: "Master, it's really you!" How did you get back! ”

"I'm sorry to say that I wasted my array stone to set up a teleportation array."

The Taoist priest let go of her, saw her sit down on the edge of the bed, and wanted to give her another kick for a while.

He stared at the woodcarved figure on the bed with a somewhat complicated expression—the gold thread he bound was still intact and slowly swimming, and there was a faint light gold dotted thread in it, which was slanted like a gossamer, and was about to dissipate on the villain's chest.

It can be seen that Bai Zeqing knew the tricks of puppet spirit art with a book "without a teacher", but it can be seen that he quickly lost his strength, so that he was exhausted and was eaten up by the puppet spirit and his own puppet line.

Obviously, he can be cut off as soon as he is counterattacked, but he refuses to give up, if he doesn't interrupt himself, this woodcarved little man may become the first puppet in history to have two puppet spirits, and it is still an ownerless puppet.

The Taoist priest found that he regarded Bai Zeqing as a former seeker, and it was a big mistake to throw the book and ignore it, and it almost caused an incident.

What a dead eye does this thing have in its chest?

The Taoist priest sank his face, first glared at her fiercely, and then asked, "Do you understand the "Puppet Spiritual Technique"?" ”

Apparently not. Bai Zeqing didn't dare to say anything.

The Taoist priest stepped on the chair with one foot, sat on Bai Zeqing's desk with one butt, and looked down at this little cub who didn't know the height of the sky: "If you don't understand, you dare to cast a spell?" ”

Bai Zeqing's head was lower.

Because it is Brother Qi's puppet spirit, deep down she always feels that even if there is danger, it will not be too much, and she really has the intention of fighting hard, and she can't even find an excuse for a while.

The Taoist priest's eyes grew cold, and he said, "How long have you been practicing the puppet spirit technique?" Can all five fingers condense the puppet line? ”

None of the puppet threads have condensed, does she dare to say?

Bai Zeqing stared at the floor, and wanted to dig a hole in the ground.

The Taoist priest did not show mercy, and said slowly with thin lips ruthlessly: "What, do you want to try to sacrifice yourself to devour the puppet?" Want to try your hand at enchantment? ”

Enchanted? What the heck? Zen Master Cifa only said that sacrificing one's body to devour the puppet was an evil art, and he didn't say that he would fall into the devil!

Bai Zeqing's heart jumped heavily, and he wanted to quibble: "Master, I ......" and didn't know how to quibble for a while.

The Taoist priest stared at her, waiting to see her deny or cry in fright—crying in front of him at every turn, anyway.

Who knew that Bai Zeqing did not deny it this time, nor did he cry, he just stood wilted, and after a while, he secretly glanced at him, lowered his head again, and admitted softly: "Master, I was wrong." She felt that it was better not to quibble.

The Taoist priest sneered in his heart, not believing that Bai Zeqing could sincerely repent: "What's wrong?" ”

Bai Zeqing: "......"

Sure enough, it's not sincere.

The Taoist priest sighed, looking at Bai Zeqing, who was cautiously and secretly looking at him, and felt very tired after a long time.

If this continues, I'm afraid that my face will catch up with his actual age.

He looked at the cold sweat on Bai Zeqing's forehead, and wanted to scold her harshly, but he opened his mouth and didn't come up with anything good, so he frowned and looked at her, looking a little deep.

Bai Zeqing's heart was very empty.

Since she was a child, she was most afraid of disappointing others, and her brain was not so stiff at this time, and she also knew that the master had delayed important things in order to save herself, and suddenly had a kind of perception that she had caused a big disaster, so she said sincerely again: "Master, I was wrong!" I was really wrong. ”

The Taoist priest didn't speak, looked at her for a long time, and then said, "I'm afraid it's also fate." ”

He beckoned Bai Zeqing, pulled her sleeve casually, wiped the cold sweat on her forehead, and asked, "Do you really want to practice?" ”

Bai Zeqing raised his head in shock, directly ignoring the sweat stains on the cuffs of the green shirt robe, and looked at the Taoist priest in disbelief: "Master, you, are you really willing to accept me as an apprentice?" ”

"For thousands of years, the predecessors have walked the Great Road three thousand," the Taoist priest said earnestly, "and the pale words in the classics record the path traveled by many ancestors and the final result...... Or the end. But there is no record of this hardship. I just hope you think clearly, and if possible, don't choose this difficult path. ”

Bai Zeqing didn't seem to understand, but he felt that this admonition was heavy and abnormal, so he nodded involuntarily, shook his head again, and said stubbornly: "Master, the Buddha said that all living beings are suffering. Is there a road in this world that is not hard? I am willing to practice with Master and ask Master to teach me! ”

"Not only is it difficult, but there are only a handful of people who can preach."

"The disciple is not afraid of hardships, not for the sake of preaching, but for the sake of his heart!" She knew that Brother Qi was already the soul of the Dao, and if she didn't take this road and enter this avenue, she might never have a chance to protect Brother Qi again.

"Conform to your heart?" The Taoist priest shook his head, "Three Thousand Great Roads, if you want to conform to your heart, you must first set foot on the top, which is not easy to say." ”

"Then you're on the top!" Bai Zeqing's blood surged, and he shouted this sentence without thinking.

The Taoist priest squinted slightly, listening to this, it was really familiar.

He jumped off the desk lightly, looked at her quietly, his eyes were deep, raised his hand and gently pressed her shoulder, and said: "I remind you of the last sentence, those who enter my door have a great responsibility, and they are likely to be lonely for the rest of their lives. Even more bitter than the partings you have endured. Have you figured it out? ”

It was not the first time that Bai Zeqing was so close to the master, but it was the first time that she saw the brilliant galaxy in the master's eyes so closely, she lost her mind for a while, and when the master gently patted her on the shoulder, she nodded heavily and said, "Well, master, I have figured it out!" "What are you afraid of in your life? Isn't she lonely now?

The Taoist priest frowned slightly, but added one more sentence: "Now that the aura is thin, it is better to practice hard than to live a stable life!" Do you really have no regrets? ”

Taoist priests have always been silent, and they have never been verbose today. It can be seen that this matter is not trivial.

However, Bai Zeqing had already made up his mind, only looked at the master with burning eyes, and nodded heavily: "Master rest assured, I am willing to follow the master to practice, and I don't regret it!" "The moment the city of Ningzhou was broken, she had lost the qualification to live a stable life.

If you can follow the Taoist priest to practice, to put it mildly, you can at least protect yourself and protect Brother Qi's puppet spirit! To put it mildly, maybe you can really set foot on the top and follow your heart.

The Taoist priest finally let go of his hand, slowly withdrew a step, and said, "In this case, let's apprentice." ”