Maoshan Little Master

"Senior brother, will you be cursed as long as an evil cultivator knows your birth date? Then if I give the dead ancestor's birth date as my own birth date to the evil cultivator who wants to deal with me, should the evil cultivator be killed by the backlash?" "Senior brother, don't we in Maoshan know how to use magic? If I invite the Jiutian Yingyuan Mansion Thunder God Puhua to my body when I am going through the thunder tribulation, will the thunder from the sky stop striking me?" "Senior brother, if I encounter a ghost that I cannot defeat, and I am killed by him, since I died violently, after I become a ghost, can I kill the ghost that killed me?" "Senior brother, is the King of Hell a ghost? Or a god?" In Maoshan, there was such a disciple who learned Taoism at the age of six, practiced swordplay at the age of nine, drew talismans to catch ghosts at the age of eleven, and became a master of Taoism at the age of seventeen. He often went to the headmaster's ear to delve into some boring things. On this day, it suddenly became quiet, and the headmaster, Ge Qing, was a little uncomfortable. "Huh? Where is that boy Li Qingxuan?" "Master, Master, the master, has gone down the mountain!" Hearing this, the headmaster nodded: "Well, it's time to practice, otherwise who can stand asking about this and that all day long!" At the same time, outside Maoshan, Li Qingxuan said: "We in Maoshan are the ones who protect our shortcomings the most. If we beat the young ones, the old ones may invite the dead ones. Do you dare to call me a bastard?" "You are a Taoist priest, why are you still cursing people? Don't you pay attention to self-cultivation?" "You destroyed my Taoist heart, how can I cultivate my moral character? I never take revenge overnight. I cut the weeds but not the roots. I can't sleep at night!"