"Don't bother, we'll handle it!"
After saying that, Zhang Jingqing patted Zhang Zhiwei and said, "Go, dig a hole in this temple and bury this bear, so it won't get out and harm anyone!"
Zhang Zhiwei: “…………”
Although he was speechless, Zhang Zhiwei said nothing. He transformed the golden light into Qi, dug a big hole, and buried the ghost bear's body in it.
Everyone looked at Zhang Zhiwei in amazement as he used the golden light to dig a hole, exclaiming that it was incredible, and some even called him a living immortal or something like that.
Zhang Zhiwei was not interested in these looks and praises. He was sending a voice message to Zhang Jingqing:
"Master, why are you doing this? The ghost bear's spirit is hidden in its hide. Can't I just strike it with a thunderbolt? Why bury it?"
"Zhiwei, when you do things and behave like a person, just be true to your conscience. However, these four words are easy to say but difficult to do. Zhiwei, let me ask you, you are a principled person. You realize that this group of people may have done many evil things, and you want to kill them. But these people have done nothing wrong now, and you have no reason to kill them. What should you do then?" Zhang Jingqing said in a voice transmission.
Zhang Zhiwei transmitted a message, "You want to kill someone, but you have no reason to? Master, if you really want to kill someone, anything can be a reason. For example, if he stepped through the door with his left foot first, would that be enough?"
Zhang Jingqing shouted in a voice transmission, "Stop talking nonsense! If you act so recklessly and commit murderous acts, it will only create a gap in your heart, fostering inner demons and becoming a major obstacle on your path to cultivation!"
"Then, according to Master, what should we do?" Zhang Zhiwei said in a voice transmission, "Should we just keep following behind and looking for an opportunity?"
Zhang Jingqing transmitted his voice, "Let him die in a proper way, only then can I feel at peace with my conscience!"
"There's a proper way to die...without regretting your conscience?!"
Zhang Zhiwei thought for a moment and said, "How can I be true to my conscience? Do I have to convince myself? For example, when I kill someone, I should remember that everyone will die eventually, and some people need a little help. If I kill him, I can help him avoid decades of detours. That's a great achievement!"
Zhang Jingqing: “…………”
The Taoist priest suddenly felt very tired.
I really want to split this evil beast's head open with a thunderbolt.
See what's inside.
"You evil beast, go and meditate and cultivate your Qi. Don't talk to me. Just watch from the side!" Zhang Jingqing shouted angrily through voice transmission.
When Zhang Jingqing was teaching his apprentices, he always believed in teaching by words and deeds. Now that words are no longer effective, he plans to teach by example.
"Understood!"
Zhang Zhiwei happily shrank into the corner to practice the Golden Light Mantra.
He had wanted to practice cultivation for a long time. He was not interested in the experiences of the villagers. This was all part of the background of the times. He was just an ordinary person, and he would be powerless to change it even if he knew about it. It would only add to his troubles. It would be better for him to practice cultivation.
…
Time passed quickly. The next morning, as soon as the sun rose, Zhang Jingqing and Zhang Zhiwei did not stay long and rode away directly.
Inside the stone temple, everyone watched Zhang Jingqing and Zhang Zhiwei leave the house. With a wave of his hand, two majestic white horses appeared out of thin air and rode away. Everyone was shocked beyond words.
"Look, that horse looks just like the real thing, except it's a little too white!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, this is truly an immortal's trick. I remember it said in the storybook that if you meet an immortal, you have an immortal connection and will have good luck in the future!"
"Isn't that lucky? If we hadn't met the immortal, we would have been eaten by that bear last night!"
After being shocked for a while, several villagers saw that it was already dawn and did not stay any longer. They carried firewood on their backs and walked away in the puddles, one step deep and one step shallow.
Soon, only a few wanderers wearing straw raincoats were left in the stone temple.
One of them said, "Boss, these people have left, let's go too, and find a place to bury Er Mazi!"
"Where are we going to bury it? This is a good place!"
The bearded man pointed to the place in the stone temple where Zhang Zhiwei had buried the bear's corpse before!
"Boss, what do you mean?"
"What else is there to say?"
The bearded man said, "Dig out the black bear. Even if the meat isn't edible, the skin is valuable. We can also bury Ermazi. It's a win-win situation without any hassle!"
"Fuck, the boss is wise!"
A few people started working right away. Without hoes or shovels, they just picked up knives and started working.
The ground of the stone temple was just simple mud and sand. After a while, a big pit was dug out, and black hairs were faintly visible at the bottom of the pit.
“It’s almost there, keep going, keep going.”
The men dug harder, tempted by the prospect of money. After a while, the black bear's body was dug out again.
Several people worked on the corpse, trying to peel off the skin, but the black bear's skin was rough and thick, and they couldn't cut through the skin even after a long time.
"Damn it, this thing is so tough, I can't get it open!"
"You idiot, don't you know how to start peeling from the wound opened by the Taoist priest?!"
After a while, several big men panted heavily, sat on the ground, pounded their waists, and complained:
"Fuck, this hide is so damn hard to peel! I'm so tired."
"That's right! I've never seen skin so hard to peel. It's even harder than cowhide!"
"Yeah, it's a bear that's almost a spirit. This hide is like armor. I bet this thing will fetch a good price!"
"This black bear's skin and flesh were so strong, yet it was still shattered by a single punch. Just how powerful is that Taoist priest?"
"Who knows? Fortunately, I didn't do that last night, otherwise it would have been terrible!"
"By the way, Boss, do you know the origins of that Taoist priest?"
The bearded man ignored his men's questions. He was holding the bear skin with an obsessed look on his face.
"Brother, what are you looking at?"
The bearded man came back to his senses and gave a sinister smile.
The bearded man stood up, shook the bear skin, and even though it was sticky with blood, he put it on himself and said:
"This bear skin is so warm, so strong, and so comfortable. Look, do I look like the blind bear from last night?"
After saying this, he staggered and walked back and forth in the stone temple, imitating the posture of a black bear.
"That's not quite the case, boss. Black bears usually walk on four legs and only stand up when they encounter emergencies!" commented a younger brother.
"Hehehe...that's right!"
The bearded man's voice was a little hoarse. He bent his hind legs, half-squatted, supported himself with his hands, and twisted his body on the ground as he walked, imitating the way a black bear walked.
He was a little unfamiliar at first, but after climbing for a while, he became more and more proficient. Every few steps, he shook his head and made a "ho-ho-ho" sound with his mouth.
"Fuck, boss, that's pretty good! You're imitating it so well! If I saw you out there, I might have thought you were a real bear!"
"Boss, before you started out in the underworld, did you work in a circus? Not everyone can learn your skills!"
Several younger brothers clapped their hands in amazement.
The bearded man ignored them and continued to walk like a bear, shaking his head.
The few of them didn't care about this matter. After digging the pit for a long time, they were now as tired as dogs. They sat on the ground to rest and discussed how much they could sell the bear skin for.