"If it hadn't been for the altar set up in the back courtyard, I don't know how long I would have had to search."
Ninghai Zen decisively took off his Celestial Cyan Robe, leaving only his inner garments:
"Quickly heat a bucket of hot water and prepare some mugwort leaves to ward off bad luck.
Otherwise, in a few days, I'll be struck by lightning again during practice."
Lao Dao responded with a sound, accustomed to this routine.
Ninghai Zen and Qiu Changtian have roamed the Jianghu for years, getting struck by lightning every now and then.
Fortunately, his fate was strong enough to endure it, and it instead forged his Dharma body and strengthened his physique even further.
"By the way, why hasn't Ah Qi returned yet?"
Ninghai Zen sat on the steps and suddenly asked.
Lao Dao, who was about to heat the water, scratched his head:
