This time, he became quiet all over.
The skull was stitched up again with such master craftsmanship that you couldn't tell it had been opened earlier.
The Daoist robe man picked out a vertebrae from the pile of bones and said, "If Master turns your bones into a Divine Sword, you might well get your vengeance."
As he spoke, the Daoist robe man twirled the vertebrae into a Sword Flower, using it to trim two stray nostril hairs, and glided away on the knife edge.
In that moment, three expressions flashed across his face: he seemed like a tailor, a doctor, and more like a Taoist, yet not quite human...
A silent night fell, returning heaven and earth to tranquility...
By the roadside, the bamboo forest was tranquil.
A row of simple wooden shacks blocked half of the already narrow road, making a business of selling liquor.
It was the only tavern within a hundred miles, and its sign read: "Wine is like fire, three bowls and you're down."
