mijobooks Chapter 21 Water Ghost
Chapter 21 Water Ghost
"That expression, that scream, they didn't seem fake."
"That's because the ghost is real!"
Jiang Rongrong interjected:
"I was right next to that white figure without feet."
"It's so cold it hurts to the bone!"
"That feeling was definitely not something you could fake!"
"Alright, alright, this is getting more and more absurd."
Chen Xue waved her hand, clearly still not believing in superstition.
"Anyway, I don't believe in ghosts or gods."
"Rongrong, this video of yours will definitely go viral online."
"But don't take it too seriously, or it might be banned as feudal superstition."
"Hmph, believe it or not."
Jiang Rongrong stopped explaining; facts speak louder than words.
"Next time I have the chance, I'll take you to Qingyun Temple to see it for yourselves. You'll be terrified!"
"Fine, I'll go. Who's afraid of who?"
Chen Xue shrugged.
Li Zhiwei's eyes lit up, and she asked in a low voice, "Can we really go? Where is Qingyun Temple? Is it far?"
Looking at Li Zhiwei's expectant expression,
Jiang Rongrong and Song Qiaoyun exchanged a glance.
He revealed a meaningful smile.
"Hehe, it seems our Zhiwei has really fallen for worldly desires."
"Let's go as a group sometime!"
"Fine, I'll go. Who's afraid of who?"
Chen Xue shrugged.
While speaking, he took out his phone:
"But where exactly is Qingyun Temple?"
"I didn't even know there was such a place in Lin'an."
She skillfully opened the low-level map.
Enter "Qingyun Temple" in the search box.
"Searching..."
A few seconds later, a line of text appeared on the screen:
Sorry, no results were found related to "Qingyun Temple in Lin'an City".
"what?"
Chen Xue frowned and changed a few more keywords.
The scope of "Qingyun Mountain" and "Taoist temple" has been expanded to the entire province.
The results were either from Taoist temples hundreds of kilometers away.
Or they're just some random, run-down farmhouses.
"Rongrong, are you sure you didn't get the name wrong?"
Chen Xue showed Jiang Rongrong her phone screen.
"It can't be found on the map at all."
"Huh? Can't find it?"
Jiang Rongrong was stunned for a moment, then leaned over to take a look, and it was indeed blank.
She scratched her head, a hint of embarrassment on her face:
"Um... I really hadn't noticed that."
"Both last time and this time, it was the Taoist priest who came directly."
"I've never been to his Taoist temple either."
"And... I forgot to ask for the specific address."
At that time, I was too busy with excitement and fear to care about these details.
"Tch, they don't even know the address, yet they say they'll take us there."
Chen Xue pursed her lips, giving off a "I knew it was unreliable" look.
Li Zhiwei, standing to the side, asked with some disappointment:
"Then... does that mean we can't go?"
"How could we not be able to go!"
Jiang Rongrong immediately puffed out her chest, waved her phone in her hand, and looked smug:
"I have Master Lin's WeChat!"
"Once I finish editing this video and post it, I can just send him a message to ask how it goes, right?"
"I refuse to believe it. How can a grown person not have a place to live?"
"Okay, okay, then hurry up and cut it, you big internet celebrity."
Chen Xue smiled and shook her head, then sat back down in her seat with her book.
"I'm also waiting to see just how popular this 'special effects blockbuster' really is."
"Don't worry, it'll absolutely explode!"
Jiang Rongrong sat back down in front of the computer.
With fingers on the keyboard and mouse, the editing work began again.
……
As dawn broke, a thin mist hung over the mountains and forests.
Lin Jinian walked lightly down the mountain, stepping on the dew-covered grass.
After a night of meditation, coupled with that breath of pure purple energy in the morning,
His cultivation level was completely stabilized at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Induction.
At this moment, he felt his body filled with spiritual energy, feeling clear and comfortable.
"Qi cultivation complete..."
Lin Jinian felt the already quite large vortex of energy within his dantian.
"The next step is the Qi Refining Realm."
Qi cultivation is the true mark of stepping into the gate of cultivation.
Back at the Taoist temple, Lin Jinian thought about the money he had earned.
"Fifty thousand yuan..."
He glanced around the dilapidated courtyard, his mind racing with calculations.
"The main beam in the side hall must be replaced; that's the biggest problem."
"The wall needs some repairs, otherwise stray dogs keep getting in."
"Afterwards, we'll have to repaint the ancestral altar and replace it with a sturdier incense burner..."
Just as he was immersed in planning his "sudden wealth,"
"Master Lin! Is Master Lin here?!"
A series of urgent and somewhat panicked shouts broke the tranquility of the morning.
Lin Jinian frowned slightly, put away his phone, and walked towards the door.
Two middle-aged men, panting heavily, stood outside the dilapidated mountain gate.
Both men were dressed like farmers, their feet covered in mud.
They clearly came up from the mountains.
One of them was a burly man with a pale face.
Upon seeing Lin Jinian, they were as if they had found a lifeline.
He rushed forward a few steps and was about to kneel down with a "thump".
"Master Lin! Help! Something terrible has happened in our village!"
Lin Jinian reacted quickly, grabbing the man's arm.
His seemingly frail arms were as steady as a mountain, preventing him from kneeling down.
"Layman, please speak calmly; there's no need for such a grand gesture."
Lin Jinian's expression was calm.
"But what difficulties have you encountered?"
The man wiped the cold sweat from his face.
The voice was trembling:
"Master Lin, my name is Zhou Mengjian, and I am from Zhoujia Village in the neighboring Qingshui Township."
"Aunt Li sent us to find you!"
"She said you have real skills and can save our village!"
Lin Jinian remembered Aunt Li.
Lin Jinian nodded: "Come in and tell me what happened."
The two followed Lin Jinian into the courtyard, but they couldn't sit still at all.
Zhou Mengjian swallowed hard, his eyes filled with terror as he recalled:
"Master, you know about the Clear Water River in our Clear Water Township, right?"
"These past few days... that river hasn't been peaceful! It's haunted by water ghosts!"
Three days ago, it was midday, and the sun was blazing.
"Old Zhou from the village rowed his boat to the center of the river to collect his fishing nets."
"The water is deep there, and he's usually the only one fishing there."
"There were many old and young men on the shore at the time, and everyone was watching."
At this point, Zhou Mengjian's pupils contracted sharply, as if he were seeing that scene again:
Suddenly! Old Zhou let out a bloodcurdling scream, a sound... as shrill as a pig being slaughtered!
"Then, it was as if something had grabbed his ankle tightly, and with a 'plop,' he was pulled into the river!"
"He was struggling desperately in the water, his hands were flailing wildly, and he was shouting 'Help!'...but it was no use!"
"He was like a weight, being dragged forcefully towards the bottom of the river!"
"Several young men who were good swimmers on the shore jumped in to save the person without saying a word."
"But that water...it's really weird!"
"It was the middle of the day, but those young men went down and said the water was freezing cold, like an ice cave!"