Chapter 24 Li Daitao is stiff
Li Daoxuan was not quite sure how the Taoist cured the eldest son of the Wang family, but when he walked out of the hall, he still saw the eldest son of the Wang family who had woken up.

The man's hair was disheveled and his eyes were blurry and lifeless. Compared to the high-spirited man he was when they first met, Young Master Wang was now a little more feminine. Master Li said goodbye to him, and Young Master Wang drooped his eyelids, bowed perfunctorily, and ignored them.

Li Daoxuan looked at Young Master Wang from the side and felt that something was wrong with him. But he couldn't tell what it was. Compared with the previous person, Young Master Wang in front of him was completely different. Under the skin of the young master of the Wang family, it seemed as if he had changed his body.

Changed his bones? Li Daoxuan's eyes widened slightly. He followed Master Li and turned to look at the eldest young master standing at the door of the Wang family. He saw that the eldest young master Wang was hunched over, and there seemed to be a dark smile on his expressionless face. It was like a ghost who had died for many years and finally found a home.

The eldest young master seemed to notice Li Daoxuan's gaze, and glanced at him with a pair of feminine eyes, and a very strange smile appeared on his originally handsome face. Li Daoxuan felt a little cold on his neck, and he turned his head away from looking at the eldest young master Wang. At this time, he had only one thought in his mind.

"Young Master Wang has been replaced by someone else."

Li Daoxuan was thinking about this matter all the way when he got on the carriage. Young Master Wang fainted for no reason, and he looked like a different person after waking up. This made him feel that the matter might not be that simple.

Who was the purple-robed Taoist priest? Why did the Wang family trust him and decide to move the grave? Why did Young Master Wang faint? What did the Taoist priest do? Li Daoxuan had no idea about these things.

He felt that there might be some big secret in it, a secret that he could not access.

On the way, Master Li saw that Li Daoxuan was silent and thought that he was frightened by what happened today, so he comforted him: "Don't be afraid, it's just an accident. Besides, you see that the eldest young master of the Wang family is fine, so don't think too much about it. If you have something to hide, then tell your father, and your father will definitely not tell outsiders."

Li Daoxuan listened to Master Li's comforting voice and wanted to tell him all his thoughts about what happened to the Wang family. However, he thought that this matter might not be that simple, and it would not be good if Master Li was implicated, so he kept it in his heart and did not say it out.

He shook his head and smiled at Master Li: "Dad, I'm fine. I was just wondering what the play would be like later. It's a pity that I didn't finish watching it. I don't know if I will have the chance to see it next time."

"Haha, it's no big deal. When we get back to Jinling, Dad will call a group of people from the theater to sing for my son for three days and three nights." Master Li said heroically, as if he was willing to spend a fortune to make his son smile.

Li Daoxuan didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a trick by Master Li to make the child happy. After all, he had heard a lot of such words, all of which were empty promises. The promises made by adults to children were usually rarely fulfilled. There were some true and some false, but the false ones were often more than the true ones.

Back home, Li Daoxuan went back to his room and lit a candle. He asked for pen, ink, paper and inkstone, ground the ink and dipped the pen to start writing scriptures. First he wrote the Great Induction, then the True Scripture of the Beginning of Writing. After writing three chapters, three yin and yang fish jumped in his eyes, and the next moment Li Daoxuan fell asleep in a daze.

Coming back to his senses in the chaotic fantasy world, Li Daoxuan still opened the talisman.

A small courtyard suddenly appeared, and it was a little bigger than the last time. He knocked on the door three times, and Uncle Jiu opened the door and looked at him with a smile.

"Why haven't you come these days?" asked Uncle Jiu.

Li Daoxuan told Uncle Jiu that he had returned home to reunite with his biological parents. Uncle Jiu nodded repeatedly and congratulated him on returning home. After all, Uncle Jiu had no parents since childhood and was raised by the Taoist priests of Maoshan. He had a lot of desire and envy for family affection.

"Since your parents treat you so well, you should not forget to be filial to them," Uncle Jiu advised.

"Don't worry, Uncle Jiu. I will never forget it." Li Daoxuan answered seriously.

"First, draw ten talismans in one breath. They must be real, not fake. Let me see if your skills have deteriorated in the past few days." After chatting with Li Daoxuan, Uncle Jiu pointed to a table that suddenly appeared not far away, on which cinnabar and yellow paper were already laid out.

Li Daoxuan couldn't help but twitch his lips when listening to Uncle Jiu's words. Asking him to draw ten genuine spiritual talismans in one breath, isn't this really embarrassing him? Not to mention that drawing talismans is difficult, drawing genuine spiritual talismans is even more difficult. Just seeing Uncle Jiu's unable to refuse, he knew that he had to draw this talisman.

After completing the preparations before drawing the talisman, he picked up the pen and began to draw.

After failing more than ten times, Li Daoxuan finally drew ten genuine talismans in one go. Before he could catch his breath, Uncle Jiu wanted to fight him again.

Li Daoxuan had to brace himself and face the strict teaching. After all, if he didn't complete the task assigned by Uncle Jiu, he would never get out in his life.

Lying on the ground helplessly, Uncle Jiu squatted down and gave Li Daoxuan a full body massage. Although this was just a fantasy, since everything was the same as in reality, Li Daoxuan's body also felt sore and swollen.

Uncle Jiu was a Taoist priest with good medical skills. After acupuncture and massage, Li Daoxuan's painful body was relieved. It's no wonder that some people say that practicing Taoism starts with practicing medicine. Taoism and medicine are actually interconnected.

Lying comfortably on the ground, Li Daoxuan suddenly remembered what happened to him today. He told Uncle Jiu about the Wang family. After listening, Uncle Jiu pondered for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and slowly said, "I'm afraid this is a case of Li Dai Tao Jiang. If it's as you said, the eldest son of the Wang family is no longer the original core."

"Li Dai Tao Jiang?" Li Daoxuan seemed to be thinking. The so-called Li Dai Tao Jiang means that the plum tree died instead of the peach tree. If Young Master Wang's soul was replaced by someone else as Uncle Jiu said, then it should be someone who died to replace Young Master Wang.

But is it really that easy to keep someone alive? As expected, Uncle Jiu continued, "This technique of substituting someone else for a dead body is not that easy. This method goes against the laws of nature and should be intolerable by heaven and earth. Moreover, the former is alive and occupies the three souls of the body. How difficult is it to keep this person alive? This kind of magic is too dangerous. If it is not used properly, it will lead to the death of the person and the person who casts the spell will also be implicated."

"So Uncle Jiu means that Young Master Wang is actually still alive, but he is being suppressed by that other person?" Li Daoxuan asked curiously.

"That's right." Uncle Jiu nodded and called out a chess game. He placed a piece down and then looked at the chessboard and said slowly, "If there were no people from the Wang family to cater to them, it would be impossible to replace Young Master Wang so easily. I'm afraid this is not just a problem with that Taoist, there are also problems within the Wang family."

Li Daoxuan thought of the gloomy face of Young Master Wang after he woke up, and also thought of the way Old Master Wang didn't notice anything. He felt goose bumps all over his body, and a sentence flashed through his mind: Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs.

(End of this chapter)