The reborn policewoman's dog solves numerous major cases, shocking the nation.

Chapter 190 The Foolish Disciple of the Urban Soldier King Template
"If you want to find something, go look it up on the bookshelf yourself." The old Taoist priest pointed impatiently at the bookshelf that was about to fall apart. "The Dharma-ending Age has lasted for thousands of years, and most of what I know comes from those ancient books. What you can find out depends on your own fate."

After saying that, he walked to a prayer mat, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes to rest, and seemed to be recovering his strength from the fall.

Su Yueling obediently walked to the bookshelf and began to carefully flip through those fragile ancient books.

Chu Sheng, however, was in no hurry. He carried his claws behind his back and strolled around the Taoist temple.

He knew perfectly well that what was recorded in these books was nothing but old, trivial news. The real key, he thought, had to be found in the lives of living people.

Just then, the back door of the Taoist temple was pushed open, and a boy who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a faded coarse cloth outfit, with dark skin but unusually bright eyes, walked in carrying a bamboo basket.

"Master, I'm back!" The boy smiled happily when he saw the old Taoist priest.

"Hmm? Xiaoyun, you're back." The old Taoist priest opened his eyes, a rare look of kindness appearing on his face.

"Master, look!" The boy, called Xiaoyun, proudly presented a small bag of rice from his bamboo basket. "Today I went down the mountain to check on Aunt Wang's old sow at the east end of the village. Her piglets couldn't give birth, so I used the 'pushing the uterus and flowing blood' method you taught me, Master, to massage it, and she gave birth to more than a dozen piglets all at once! Aunt Wang was so happy that she gave me five catties of rice!"

The boy spoke with great enthusiasm and pride.

However, after hearing this, the old Taoist priest's face instantly darkened, and he trembled with anger.

"You insolent wretch!" He slapped his thigh, pointed at the boy's nose, and cursed, "Is the supreme medical art of my 'Qingxuan Sect' meant for you to deliver piglets?! You...you're utterly disgracing your master and ancestors! You've completely disgraced our patriarch!"

The boy was taken aback by the scolding, then pouted pitifully, "But Master... our rice jar was empty yesterday. If we don't get some more rice, we'll have nothing to eat tonight..."

The old Taoist priest was speechless for a long time, and finally could only sigh and wave his hand: "Never mind... go cook first."

Chu Sheng, who was standing to the side, heard the entire conversation between the master and disciple and was overjoyed.

He looked the boy named "Lingyun" up and down.

Despite his young age, he was strong and healthy, with slightly bulging temples and a steady, powerful gait; he was clearly a trained fighter.

Moreover, the faint aura emanating from him, though weak, seemed to be even purer than that of his cheap master.

He is skilled in both medicine and martial arts, exceptionally gifted, and also has a slightly cunning personality.

Isn't this the perfect template for a male protagonist in an urban fantasy novel?

Chu Sheng could almost foresee that in a few years, when this kid went down the mountain and entered the big city, it would definitely be the classic story of "a divine doctor descends the mountain, a master roams the city, using silver needles in his left hand to save people and iron fists in his right hand to beat dogs"!
This place is getting more and more interesting.

When evening came and dinner was served, Chu Sheng looked at the bowl of thin rice porridge on the table, so clear you could see your reflection, and two pieces of roasted sweet potato, and the dog's face fell.

Are you kidding me?
He, a pillar of the nation and a descendant of the Howling Celestial Dog, eats this?
He doesn't want to!

So, under the dumbfounded gazes of the old Taoist priest and Ling Yun, Chu Sheng let out a low "woof" towards the direction of the back mountain.

A few minutes later, a plump pheasant, flapping its wings and looking terrified, came to Chu Sheng's door and landed in front of him.

Chu Sheng nodded in satisfaction, and then, under the even more shocked gazes of the man, the dog, and the child, he used the [Demolition Technique] to quickly and efficiently clean up the pheasant.

Then, it directed the monkeys on the mountain to bring over several huge lotus leaves and a lump of yellow mud that had been mixed in advance...

Half an hour later, an irresistible, mouthwatering aroma of meat wafted out from the makeshift earthen stove in the yard.

"Amitabha, what a sin, what a sin," the old Taoist priest initially pinched his nose and closed his eyes, looking like a compassionate monk. "How can one kill living beings at will? It is against the harmony of heaven..." But when Chu Sheng knocked open the yellow mud, revealing the golden, oily, and fragrant beggar's chicken...

The old Taoist priest was the first to rush forward, tearing off a whole chicken leg in one gulp. His mouth was greasy as he ate, and he mumbled indistinctly, "Hmm... occasionally ridding the people of a scourge is a good deed, isn't it..."

Ling Yun looked at his master, whose words and actions contradicted each other, smiled helplessly, tore off a chicken wing, and ate it in small bites.

The meal ended in this strange yet harmonious atmosphere.

……

Early the next morning, it was just dawn.

Following his decades-old, unwavering habit, Qingfeng Laodao got up and prepared to meditate and breathe in the courtyard, absorbing the purest trace of "purple energy" of the day.

Although the effect was minimal, the sense of ritual was well done.

However, when he pushed open the door and saw the scene in the yard, he was completely stunned.

In the center of the courtyard, Su Yueling sat cross-legged, her hands forming a mudra, her eyes slightly closed, and her breathing long and deep, striking a pose of cultivation with her five hearts facing the sky.

What shocked him even more was that the invisible spiritual energy spots in the air around Su Yueling had formed a small, visible pale white vortex that was slowly and steadily flowing into her body!

"Guiding...guiding qi into the body?!"

The old Taoist priest's mouth was so wide open it could fit an egg, and his eyes were practically bulging out.

He rubbed his eyes hard to make sure he wasn't still half asleep.

This...how is this possible? !
He had seen this girl yesterday; she had no special physical attributes and no magical power whatsoever—she was just an ordinary mortal!

How could she... how could she have mastered the Qi-guiding technique on her own after just one night?!
It should be noted that his disciple Ling Yun, who was hailed as a genius "once in a century," took three whole days under his guidance to barely sense the Qi!
And this little girl, without anyone teaching or guiding her, just by flipping through her own incomplete beginner's manual, "Qingxuan Breathing Technique," last night, actually... actually mastered it on her own?!

This isn't just genius, this is monster! It's the legendary "Innate Dao Body"!

The old Taoist priest felt that his worldview had been refreshed once again that morning.

He tiptoed forward a few steps, trying to get a better look.

As a result, before he knew it, he saw another scene that shattered his Dao heart once again.

At the other end of the courtyard, the husky stood upright, one of its two front paws holding a specially made wolf hair brush, the other pressing against a piece of bright yellow talisman paper. It was lying on the stone table, concentrating on writing and drawing.

Its posture was quite impressive.

Its eyes were focused and earnest.

Is it...

An utterly absurd idea popped into the old Taoist priest's mind.

Could this dog not only possess sentience and monstrous strength, but also be a one-in-a-million... talisman genius?!

(End of this chapter)