Rebuilding against the odds, starting from before my wife and daughter jumped off the building

Chapter 183: The Condition of Bao Xiaopang's Parents

After dinner, Lu Ping took Tyrant Wolf to Bao Xiaopang's house.

As soon as he entered the door, Bao Xiaopang complained with a sullen face:

"Brother Ping, why did you come just now? The flowers I have been waiting for you have all withered."

"Alas, there is nothing I can do. This is a common problem for married men. When I go out at night, I have to take care of my wife and children first."

Lu Ping smiled awkwardly, and signaled Tyrant Wolf to stay at his feet and not move.

Bao Xiaopang swiftly brought out the stir-fried rooster, a box of beer, and some side dishes.

Then he ran to the living room, and soon came in with an old Taoist priest in a gray Taoist robe.

"Master Bai, this is the brother Lu Ping I told you about. Would you like to have a drink together?"

"it is good."

The old Taoist priest was not polite and immediately sat down opposite Lu Ping.

Bao Xiaopang sat down next to Lu Ping happily and explained with a smile:

"Brother Ping, this is Master Bai from Zhongfeng Temple in Guiqing Mountain. I asked him to come down the mountain to treat my parents. He will stay at my house tonight and return to the temple tomorrow."

"Ah."

Lu Ping nodded slightly, and he understood Bao Xiaopang's feelings.

My parents are sick and the hospital can't find out the result. Medicine is useless, so I can only try metaphysics.

I hope I can get the answers I want from metaphysics.

The world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things. In some ways, this starting point is definitely correct.

If there really are demons and ghosts haunting you, asking a master to perform a ritual to help you is indeed a good choice.

However, if you find a hypocritical charlatan, that’s a different story.

Lu Ping glanced at Taoist Bai inconspicuously, and saw that he had an immortal look and was surrounded by true energy, and his cultivation level was at least that of a grandmaster.

"My dear friend, I am just an old man. How can you stare at me as if I am not as delicious as the food cooked by the fat boy? Come, I will toast you a glass."

Taoist Master Bai suddenly noticed that Lu Ping was staring at him, and he couldn't help but raise his glass of wine to toast him from a distance.

Lu Ping shook his head and smiled, saying, "You are not polite at all."

"That's right. If I hadn't made this meal for the little fat guy, I wouldn't have come down the mountain to help him treat his illness."

"Oh, did you notice anything?"

"Hey!"

When talking about the illness of Bao's father and mother, Master Bai's face became very serious. He put down his wine glass and said very seriously:

"To be honest, they have encountered some evil creatures. With my skills, I can only suppress them but not eradicate them."

"dirty stuff?"

Bao Xiaopang was startled and frightened, and asked quickly:

"Master Bai, are my parents really haunted by that thing?"

"Well, I just used rooster blood to set up a formation. As long as they can survive the third quarter of the first hour, your parents will wake up tomorrow morning, but they will be plagued by illness and bad luck from now on."

Hearing this, Bao Xiaopang's mood became extremely solemn, and he gritted his teeth and said firmly:

"As long as my parents are alive, I will support them forever."

As he spoke, he raised his glass and toasted with both hands:

"Master Bai, thank you."

"You're welcome. Catching ghosts and demons is my job."

Taoist Bai smiled awkwardly and drank another glass of wine.

Then, he picked up a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth. The aroma of the chicken and the spicy taste of the seasoning exploded in his mouth like exploding candy, constantly filling his taste buds.

Spicy, fresh and chewy.

Taoist Master Bai had never eaten such delicious food when he was at Zhongfeng Temple.

First, no one makes it, and second, I am too lazy and sloppy, and I can’t cook it even if I have the ingredients.

How can he be compared with a serious new Western student like Bao Xiaopang?

After listening to the other party's introduction, Lu Ping nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that this old man had some skills.

I didn't lie, but unfortunately my ability is limited, otherwise I would be able to wake up Bao's father and mother with just a wave of my hand.

Suddenly, Lu Ping thought of the scene at the mountain temple this afternoon.

Isn’t that Lady Jingyun from Zhongfeng Temple in Guiqing Mountain?

So, I couldn't help but ask:

"Master Bai, how much do you know about Empress Jingyun?"

"She is the ancestor of our Zhongfeng Temple. Isn't the temple fair held in your village on July 12 every year dedicated to her? How come you, a native of Balong Village, have never heard of her legend?"

"Of course I have heard of it. I mean, do you know the Great Induction Chapter?"

hiss!

Taoist Master Bai took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, and moved two steps away from Lu Ping. He asked with a vigilant look on his face:

"Who are you? Why do you know the secret of our Zhongfeng Temple?"

"A secret that is not passed on to others? How much have you learned?"

Lu Ping asked with a smile.

Daoist Master Bai became more alert and asked in a cold voice:

"Why do you know the secrets of our Zhongfeng Temple? Tell me, who are you?"

"Hahaha, I just asked casually, look how nervous you are."

Lu Ping smiled awkwardly. It seemed that Zhongfeng Temple still had the inheritance of the Great Chapter of Response to the Supreme Being, but it should not be complete, otherwise this old man would not have been able to cultivate to the Grandmaster level.

So, he didn't discuss this matter any further, picked up his glass and said:

"Come on, drink!"

"Master Bai, Brother Ping is my childhood friend. We grew up in the same village. Why do you react like this?"

Taoist Master Bai did not answer. He narrowed his eyes slightly, rolling his eyeballs up and down, and kept looking at Lu Ping.

"Strange, this kid obviously doesn't have any cultivation, why does he have such a strong aura? I looked at his face...Puchi!"

Taoist Master Bai was just about to use Taoist physiognomy to check Lu Ping's fortune.

As a result, as soon as he had this thought, his Taoism backfired and he immediately spat out a large mouthful of blood.

This frightened Bao Xiaopang so much that he quickly stood up, frantically supported Master Bai, and asked with concern:

"Master Bai, why are you vomiting blood? I asked you to come here to see a doctor, not to scam people."

"Little Fatty, you, you..."

Master Bai was so angry after Bao Xiaopang called him a scammer that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

This little fat boy looks silly, but I didn't expect him to be so sinister.

"I'm asking you if you've had enough of the trouble. Can you still drink this wine?"

Bao Xiaopang didn’t know what had just happened, but Lu Ping knew it very well.

Then, he raised the wine glass and clinked it lightly with Master Bai's, and a barely detectable amount of spiritual energy flowed into his body.

Taoist Master Bai suddenly felt his whole body relaxed, and the sense of crisis he had just felt completely disappeared.

"what……"

He seemed to have thought of something, but didn't dare to speak, so he could only drink obediently.

In this way, the three of them drank and ate.

Until midnight.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew in the yard.

Tyrant Wolf, who was gnawing on a chicken bone at Lu Ping's feet, suddenly stood up and looked out the door with vicious eyes.

Taoist Master Bai was a little drunk and also felt a dangerous aura approaching.

"No, go to the living room!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a gust of wind and rushed straight into the living room, so fast that his entire body turned into a shadow.

Before Bao Xiaopang could even react, the person disappeared.

"Ping, Brother Ping, what happened to Taoist Master Bai?"

"Do you want to know what disease your uncle and aunt have?"

Lu Ping answered the question irrelevantly and stared at Bao Xiaopang with a smile.

Bao Xiaopang was startled and quickly responded:

"I want to know my parents' illness even in my dreams. Could it be that Brother Ping has a way to cure them?"

"Ok!"

Lu Ping smiled mysteriously.

Then, he raised his hand and pointed at Bao Xiaopang's forehead.

Whoosh whoosh!

He drew a Yin-Yang symbol in the air, and struck his palm between his eyebrows, urging him:

"Come with me to the living room."

"it is good!"

Bao Xiaopang didn’t know what Lu Ping did for him, but he didn’t care and followed Lu Ping straight to the living room.