With virtue

He took a deep breath and gently vibrated it within his body once, using the Thunderous Sound of the Heart to disperse the resentment.

These resentful thoughts are still too inexperienced to harm Zhao Yunshu, who has cultivated for twelve years.

Then, he slapped Zhou Chengan hard on the back with his palm.

As the palm struck down, Zhou Cheng'an arched forward, his mouth involuntarily opening. Everyone clearly saw a thin, hair-like black thread of energy float out of his nostril, twist in the air, and wriggle like a living thing, heading straight for the bowl of sheep lungs next to him.

The black mist seeped into the sheep's lungs, and the color of the lungs began to slowly darken, gradually changing from pinkish-white to grayish-white, and then from grayish-white to jet black, as if something was changing within the lung lobe.

Zhao Yunshu grabbed the sheep's lung and squeezed the opening shut!

The kiln workers watching were too afraid to even breathe, and several of the younger ones had involuntarily taken a half-step back.

Even the most experienced master craftsman couldn't help but clench his fists at this moment.

Just then, a Buddhist chant suddenly rang out from the crowd.

"Amitabha."

Master Yuanmeng clasped his hands together, his gaze fixed on the clump of sheep lungs that was turning black, and chanted Buddhist mantras aloud.

At the same instant, the resentment in the sheep's lungs suddenly surged several times over, as if the water inside had boiled. The entire sheep's lungs were stretched and twisted, with bubbles rising to the surface.

It seems... something is about to crawl out of there, almost puncturing the sheep's lungs.

A gasp rippled through the crowd, and someone cried out, "It's going to explode!"

Zhao Yunshu had no time to turn around and immediately made his move.

Putting everything else aside, if this swirling resentment were to explode, not only would Zhou Cheng'an's illness be affected, but every single person present would be tainted by the malevolent energy.

He held the sheep's lung in one hand, and with a flick of his other hand, the iron sword slid out of its sheath.

He made a sword gesture and silently recited an incantation. The incantation was recited very quickly and indistinctly, and it was impossible to understand what he was saying.

As soon as the incantation ended, he gently ran his right index finger across the blade, drawing blood from his fingertip.

Then he reached out and placed his hand precisely on the sheep's lung.

This seemingly casual action caused the raging resentment within the sheep's lung to recoil as if struck by a powerful blow the moment the blood droplet touched it. The lung shrank abruptly, its arrogance immediately diminishing by three points. Then, like the receding tide, it receded layer by layer, gradually returning to calm and transforming back into an ordinary sheep's lung.

The five fingers correspond to the five internal organs, each with its own affiliation: the thumb corresponds to the spleen and stomach, the index finger to the liver and gallbladder, the middle finger to the heart and small intestine, the ring finger to the lungs and large intestine, and the little finger to the kidneys and bladder.

Zhao Yunshu drew blood from his index finger, which corresponds to the liver and gallbladder, thus drawing upon the vital energy of the gallbladder and gallbladder.

He cultivated his courage, and the thunderous sound emanated from his gall, which was how he suppressed the resentment!

With the sheep's lungs healed, Zhao Yunshu withdrew his hand and pressed his thumb against the wound on his index finger.

He turned his head, his gaze passing over the still-shaken kiln workers, and landing on the face of the Dream-Fulfilling Master.

Master Yuanmeng remained with his hands clasped together. Seeing him look over, he nodded slightly and smiled with satisfaction: "Daoist Master, your methods are indeed exquisite. We really owe you a great debt this time! My recommendation of you was unintentional, but now it seems that helping others has brought me help in return. It's truly a cycle of cause and effect, and good deeds are rewarded!"

Zhao Yunshu smiled and said, "Thank you for chanting Buddhist prayers to protect us." He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture. "The resentment has been dispelled. Master Zhou only needs to rest for a few days."

After saying this, he turned around and helped Zhou Chengan sit up.

The old craftsman's complexion was much better than before. Although his lips were still pale, they were no longer bluish, and he no longer felt like he was struggling to breathe as if a stone was pressing on his chest. He was clearly much more relaxed.

Zhao Yunshu helped him slowly drink two sips of warm water and then gave him a few more words of advice, such as avoiding spicy food and catching a cold.

Zhou Chengan nodded in agreement, then laughed loudly, "Daoist Master, my old life was saved by your master before, and now you've saved it again."

At this point, he started coughing, coughing up a lot of black phlegm.

This wasn't just resentment; it was a real problem caused by working at the kiln, and Zhao Yunshu couldn't do anything about it.

So Zhao Yunshu simply patted the back of his hand, knowing, "It's only right, good deeds are rewarded."

Sun Shouxin had already come to his senses and hurriedly directed the kiln workers to clean up the furnace and medicine pots. He also instructed someone to prepare some hot porridge for Master Zhou to warm his stomach.

The kiln workers and masters who had been worried earlier now gathered around, asking Zhou Cheng'an how he was feeling.

That scene just now really frightened them.

Zhou Cheng'an was in much better spirits and could even crack a few jokes with them, saying that he had just narrowly escaped death and come back, which made many of them laugh and scold, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Yunshu didn't get involved in any of this. While everyone was busy, he carefully wrapped the lump of sheep lungs in a piece of coarse cloth and put it into his bundle.

This stuff can't be left on the kiln, nor can it be thrown away carelessly. We need to find a proper place to dispose of it, to see if we should burn it or what.

He packed his things, stood up, and glanced at Master Yuanmeng.

Master Yuanmeng was being talked to by Sun Shouxin, who seemed to be thanking him for personally coming to oversee things today. He smiled slightly, put his palms together in return, and remained as gentle and polite as ever.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

The kiln workers carried Zhou Cheng'an back to his lodgings. Sun Shouxin personally saw him off, and before leaving, he bowed to Zhao Yunshu from afar, his attitude much more respectful than when he arrived.

Many kiln workers looked at him differently. This Taoist priest, no matter what he was like before, was a capable person because he cured the illness!

Zhao Yunshu smiled and said goodbye to them. Just as she was about to walk back alone, she heard a slow and steady footstep behind her.

There was also a gentle voice:

"Taoist priest, please wait."

Zhao Yunshu stopped walking and immediately turned around.

Master Yuanmeng was walking out from under a tree, his posture upright. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his moon-like face, giving him a solemn appearance like a gilded Buddha statue.

This person really looks like a Buddha.

"Is there anything else, Master?" Zhao Yunshu returned the greeting with a smile.

Master Yuanmeng walked up to him, stopped, and said, "Daoist Master, I have a question that I do not understand. I hope you can enlighten me. This resentment is formless and intangible, invisible to the eye, and it resides in the human body, making it even more difficult to detect. Even an old doctor with decades of experience may not be able to detect it. I have examined Master Zhou's illness several times, and I only thought it was due to lung dryness and blood deficiency. I never thought of resentment. How could you see it so accurately at a glance? Do you have some unique method?"

"It's nothing, just some little tricks my master taught me, nothing to mention." Zhao Yunshu waved his hand with a smile, not intending to delve deeper into the topic.

Master Yuanmeng ignored this conversation and Zhao Yunshu's words, saying to himself, "Observing the Dharma, is that so? You can observe the Dharma."

These words were spoken in a plain and simple manner, yet their tone conveyed a sense of certainty.

Clearly, he hadn't heard a word of Zhao Yunshu's "petty tricks" comment.