"Master, can you tell me?"

"Why not. Chen Qingtang took a sip of wine and said slowly: "Back then, Master and I went to that mansion and slept in it for a few nights. For the first day or two of the night, I always felt that something was watching me secretly, and the hairs on my back stood up, but Master ignored them and lay down on the floor and slept calmly. I'll just ignore it. That thing didn't show up. Two days later, in the middle of the night, the master lit the oil lamp, read the Tao Te Ching, and suddenly heard the roof tiles being trampled on, and then one by one the golden-bodied Arhats broke into the door, and the mace in his hand smashed down according to the master's head. When I saw it, it turned out to be a paper figure, so I picked it up and clipped it into the book. After a while, two more green-faced and fanged demons burst in with axes, their heads scattered, their teeth and claws, jumping up and down, their mouths spitting flames, fierce and terrifying. The master ignored it, and also threw them with the "Tao Te Ching", and the same fell, turned into a paper figure, and was sandwiched into the book again.

On the second night, a young and beautiful nun came, and she bowed to the Master. And ask the Master's Tao number. Master still ignored him. The nun sat on the ground and took out a copy of the Tao Te Ching from her bosom. Read aloud slowly, and after each paragraph, she would stop and ask the Master, 'Daoist, how do you explain this paragraph?' and the Master still ignored her. Then, the nun sighed lightly and said, "Although the Taoist scriptures are good, it is useless to read them—what's the use of keeping them?' I threw a confetti on the ground, stepped on it twice, and turned to leave. After she left, the confetti on the ground suddenly wriggled, and after a while, it turned into thousands of small people more than an inch high, all with hideous faces, like fierce gods. They scrambled to climb up to the Master's body, some climbed up to the knees along the top of their feet, some climbed above their heads with their ears, some got into their underwear along the sleeves, they brandished knives, guns and halberds in their hands, slashing and chopping at the Master's body, and some with their bare hands, digging out their ears, picking out their eyes, and tearing their lips. As soon as the master grabbed several of them, they fell to the ground and turned into confetti, but in the blink of an eye, they turned into a villain with a weapon in their hands, and threw themselves at the master again. There were also dozens of paper figures, running to the side, opening the title page of the Tao Te Ching, and releasing the two evil ghosts with axes. “

"Master, I would like to ask a question. Zhang Qingyin suddenly asked: "At that time, the master was besieged by a group of paper people, what are you doing?"

"I'm right next to it. Chen Qingtang replied flatly.

"Why don't you help?" asked Zhang Qingyin, puzzled.

"Your master has a word first, and I am only allowed to watch the battle from the sidelines, and I am not allowed to interfere. “

In this way, the master must be sure of victory. Zhang Qingyin speculated.

"Yes. Zhang Qingyin continued: "Your master was besieged by a group of paper people, and he was not panicked. Worried about the big toe, he turned a few times out of thin air, and threw off all the paper figures on his body, leaving a dozen or so firmly grasped, and then shook them off with a whisk. After that, an arrow jumped to the side, picked up the Tao Te Ching from the ground, put it in his arms, and took out the treasure he carried - the Qiankun bag. ”