The night was silent.

Chapter 102 Verbal Sparring

I had already explained everything clearly to my master on the phone.

I told him I was fine and not to worry.

But I never expected him to rush over so early in the morning.

It wouldn't have been a big deal if only my master came, but Master Mo Ting's master, Tang Lin, also came along.

These two sworn enemies, rivals for ages, immediately clashed.

"Master, you, you're here!" Mo Ting said from his bed.

Daoist Master Tang snorted:

"You're so badly injured, of course, I had to come and see."

After speaking, he looked at my master, Gu Hui, and said:

"You damn idiot, why are you barging into the hospital? You're bad luck to me."

My master spat back:

"You moron, you old bastard, do you really think you're something special?

I'm here to see my disciple, what business is it of yours?"

"..."

And so, my master and Mo Ting's master started arguing right there in the hospital room.

Even though the two old men were considered grand masters by others, skilled exorcists with profound abilities.

The moment they met, they devolved into squabbling like fishwives at the village entrance.

One would call the other a "moron," and the other would retort with "damn idiot."

Mo Ting and I, standing by, felt extremely awkward.

After several minutes of arguing, my master finally said:

"You moron, this is a hospital.

I don't want to argue with you today.

If we were outside, I could beat you until you vomited blood."

"Heh, you damn idiot, with your meager skills?

It's fine, I'm too lazy to argue with you anyway, lest I disturb my disciple's rest."

Daoist Master Tang replied. They both huffed, and the argument ceased for the moment.

At the same time, Daoist Master Tang went to Mo Ting's bedside.

He examined Mo Ting's injuries and the diagnostic report, then took his pulse:

"Fortunately, no vital meridians or key areas were damaged.

You can check out of the hospital shortly.

Once we get back to the shop, I'll give you a few acupuncture treatments to clear your meridians, and you'll be fine."

"Yes, alright, Master," Mo Ting replied with a smile, seeming to have great faith in Daoist Master Tang's acupuncture skills.

My master, Gu Hui, also spoke to me from the side:

"Little Qin! You went with him last night, didn't you?"

There was no point in hiding it any longer, so I confessed:

"Yes! I asked Mo Ting to go with me.

I thought it would be easy.

Who knew that malevolent entity would be so fierce!"

Daoist Master Tang, overhearing my confession, frowned and pressed:

"Mo Ting, what kind of ghost did you encounter last night?"

Hearing this, Mo Ting and I recounted the entire ordeal of last night to both our masters.

As for meeting Qing Dai at the end, I maintained that a kind passerby named Qing Feng had helped, which is how we escaped the danger.

Whether Daoist Master Tang believed me, I didn't know, but my master certainly didn't.

However, he didn't press me for details in front of Mo Ting and his master.

Furthermore, I also mentioned what Qing Dai had told me: that besides the headless ferocious spirit, there was also a female ghost there.

This piece of information, I had also shared with Mo Ting last night.

He showed no surprise.

But when our masters heard this, their expressions turned grim.

Mo Ting's master, Tang Daoist, clearly had a hot temper.

Upon hearing that there was an even fiercer female ghost, he slammed his palm onto the bedrail.

With a "clang," it dented inwards:

"Damn it all, so it's a married couple of malevolent spirits.

Daring to cause trouble in Qing City and injuring my disciple so severely.

They truly don't have me in their eyes.

Little Mo, take me there tonight.

Let me deal with that female ghost directly and end this calamity."

Hearing Daoist Master Tang's words, my master also said to me:

"Little Qin, you were wronged last night.

Your master will avenge that grievance for you.

Tonight, you'll accompany me again, and I'll show you my skills.

So that some people who haven't learned their lessons properly don't make a fool of themselves and have no one to clean up after them."

As he spoke, my master glanced at Daoist Master Tang, clearly implying something.

Daoist Master Tang's anger flared upon hearing this:

"Gu, who are you calling unskilled? Do you believe I can't kill you with a few flying needles?"

My master didn't hold back either and stepped forward:

"Hehehe, your needles are fine for embroidery, but not good enough to deal with me."

"You damn idiot, do you want to spar?"

"You moron, let's spar if that's what you want!"

"..."

In an instant, the two old men's faces were almost touching.

They shouted until their faces were red and their necks were thick, neither willing to back down.

Mo Ting and I watched, utterly embarrassed.

They were already sixty years old, yet their tempers were still so fiery.

We didn't know whether to try and mediate or not.

Finally, a passing nurse knocked on the door, asking them to quiet down and not disturb the patient's rest.

Only then did the two old men cease their bickering, glaring at each other in silence.

They then gave us, Mo Ting and me, separate instructions.

They told us to wait for them at the entrance of Nanshan Cemetery that evening.

They would meet us there, and together they would deal with the female ghost.

Then, they glared at each other and left the room together.

After our masters left, Mo Ting and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

We couldn't understand what kind of grudge these two old men held against each other.

They were both genuinely skilled Daoist priests, people of the same path, true Bai School Daoists.

Yet, they behaved as if they were mortal enemies...

Not long after our masters left,

The nurses and doctors came to check on Mo Ting's condition.

It wasn't serious; he could be discharged and recuperate at home.

They told us to proceed with the discharge procedures shortly.

Moments after the doctors left, the two middle-aged women who had been tidying up clothes on the next bed rushed in, carrying fruit.

Seeing me sitting by Mo Ting's bed, they walked straight over.

The younger of the two middle-aged women spoke to me with gratitude:

"Young brother, thank you. We just dressed our father in his old military uniform, and it went on smoothly."

"Yes, yes, thank you, young brother, for your guidance.

Our father's eyes have also closed, and he has finally passed away peacefully..."

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