I was also worried, but the wound on Niubi was very deep. If I didn't send him to the hospital for treatment, I was afraid he would die. I asked Shen Bing to help carry him on my back and look for other exits. This cave is in the belly of the mountain, like a tomb, similar to the ghost building Yinshan. The entrance is extremely secret, but there is an emergency exit.
After walking for a while, Niubizi suddenly woke up, leaned on my shoulder and asked weakly, "Where are we now?"
"Still in the cave." I glanced at him from the side. His face was still very pale and he looked very weak.
"Where are you going?"
"Find a way out," I replied.
"There may be only one exit here. I heard from my master that the founder of Sanmao once practiced in a very secret cave in Nanmao Mountain, and he also left a map of the cave, which looks very similar to this place, but does not describe other exits. I think there is no need to waste energy, so let's go out through the pool." Niu Bizi talked too much this time and began to pant with fatigue.
"But you are injured now." Shen Bing said.
Niubizi was rummaging around behind me, looking for something on his body. Finally, he took out a plaster and said to me, "Help me untie the bandage and put on this plaster, so that the water won't seep in."
This is a good idea, but I don't know if this dog-skin plaster is really waterproof. I laid him on the ground, unwrapped the bandage, and blood was still oozing out. I washed the wound with water, reapplied white medicine, and put the plaster on.
"What should we do with those ghost insects outside? There are such high cliffs, how do we climb up?" Shen Bing asked.
I pondered for a moment and said, "It's not that there is no way to deal with the ghost insects, the main problem is the difficulty of climbing the mountain."
Niubizi smiled and said, "Don't worry about that. I have two fellow apprentices nearby. We grew up together practicing martial arts and have a kind of 'spiritual communication' connection with each other. I just used this method to inform them. I think they are heading over here now."
Only orthodox Taoist disciples practice the art of spiritual communication. This requires that there are many disciples in the Taoist temple, and disciples with rich spiritual roots are selected and trained from a young age to reach a state where two or three people can communicate with each other. Generally, the range does not exceed a few kilometers. If one party sends a signal, the other party can sense it. For us rural folk Yin-Yang masters, there is no need to practice at all, because there are not so many people to choose from.
"Well, let's go out. It's probably daybreak now. As long as we can float out of the water, we don't have to worry about the ghosts and insects." I said, holding the ox nose on my back, and asked him, "What's your name, Taoist priest?"
"My Dharma name is Tongjue."
We first walked along the tunnel to the left for a long time and found the entrance where he and Shen Bing had gone up to the second floor. This is actually a natural slope. We walked down fearfully, holding our breath and listening to the movements around us. We didn't know if the ghost insect was still in the cave, and we had to be careful of this mysterious little man. This person seemed to be quite familiar with the environment here, and it was hard to guard against a sneak attack.
Fortunately, after coming down, I didn't hear any rustling sounds that would make me collapse, and the flashlight didn't illuminate anything suspicious in front of me. This is a large cave. I went through it diagonally before and entered a cave room diagonally opposite. This place is not far from the tunnel, and the flashlight has already illuminated the entrance.
He quickened his pace and just as he was about to enter the tunnel, he heard a rustling sound behind him. His scalp suddenly went numb. He called out to Shen Bing and ran into the tunnel.