Chapter 6 The Qing Dynasty’s Divine Ears (1) ()

For half a month, Zhu Daidong would take four bottles of Lao Baigan to Sanqing Taoist Temple to drink with him every afternoon. Sometimes on Sundays, he would stay in Sanqing Taoist Temple all day, drinking wine with Wuming Taoist Master, and chatting with him in Tianhai. The only change in Zhu Daidong in the past half month was that there was another cotton ball in his ear. I don’t know which day he started, but he found that he couldn’t sleep when he went back to sleep at night. The main factor was that he was too noisy outside, and even if he drank two pounds of Lao Baigan, he would not be at ease. Later, he had no choice but to add a cotton ball to each of his ears and use "double-layer sound insulation" to ensure that he could fall asleep at night. But even so, his hearing was much more sensitive than ordinary people.

Zhu Daidong would come for half a month, which made Master Wuming's eating look much better. Whether it was drinking or eating, he was not as afraid that others would take it away as he was at the beginning. But no matter what, he always didn't like to use a wine glass when drinking, and when eating, the chopsticks were still redundant.

"I have been holding on to a question for half a month. Can you ask? Of course, if you are inconvenient to answer, just pretend I didn't say anything." Taoist Wuming said suddenly after taking a sip of wine.

"Tell me," Zhu Daidong said without comment. He cannot say death. If he says death, there will be no room for maneuver. This is what he learned from Master Wuming. People do not have faith, but they will not stand. Therefore, you must be very careful when accepting others, otherwise you will do something that is thankless. Sometimes you obviously want to help others, but you don't help them. In the end, others will not only not thank you, but even hold a grudge against you. Who told you to promise at the beginning to do it?

"What's going on with the cotton in your ears?" Taoist Wuming seemed to be old, but his eyes were really sharp. Zhu Daidong had something stuffed into his ears, and he could tell at a glance.

"When did you discover it?" Zhu Daidong didn't expect that the Wuming Taoist Master had a sharp look. In the past half month, neither the teachers nor the students in the school have discovered this little secret.

"Half a month ago." Taoist Wuming said lightly. Half a month ago, he and Zhu Daidong were only friends with wine and meat. Although he was wondering why cotton was stuffed into his ears, he kept holding back and not asking. Now Taoist Wuming and Zhu Daidong can be called friends forgetting their age. It is understandable to care about friends and inquire about privacy.

"Half a month ago?" Zhu Daidong was shocked. He had just put cotton in it, but he never thought that he had discovered it.

"You can't have any hidden illness, right? Although I am not a famous doctor, I also know the best way to cure diseases with just a few hands. Maybe it can help you a little." Master Wuming looked worried. He didn't know how long it took for him to care so much about others. This was not because Zhu Daidong bought wine and meat for him to eat every day, but because he thought Zhu Daidong was a friend and his real friend.

"This is not a disease, but it makes me feel more uncomfortable than a disease. I don't know what happened during this period. My ears are not quiet. Within a radius of dozens of meters, I can hear any sounds sincerely and I'm very annoying." Zhu Daidong smiled mockingly. If other people in the school asked, he would definitely not answer. But the old Taoist is different. Now Zhu Daidong also regards him as a close friend.
Chapter completed!