mijobooks Chapter 25 Fairies and Ghosts
Chapter 25 Fairies and Ghosts
The teahouse is located on a major thoroughfare, with easy access to all directions, and is very lively.
Sheng Wansong and An'an went ahead, and with their amazing lightness skills, they left their two younger sisters behind and arrived first.
During the day, the teahouse is full of customers, and a middle-aged man is telling stories of the martial arts world.
In this world where martial arts truly exist, the half-true, half-false tales of chivalrous heroes are far more captivating than myths or history.
"About half a month ago, the Six Doors suddenly underwent a change of events and split up out of nowhere. Three Divine Constables led 30% of the constables from the Six Doors away from the imperial court, abandoning their lucrative salaries and official positions to establish their own Jianghu sect, the Divine Constables Sect. Do any of you know the reason behind this?"
"Of course, it's all for the sake of love."
Just as the storyteller was about to continue, a man with a scar on his face shouted, "These three constables are all infatuated with Leng Rushuang, the only woman among the Four Constables. But Leng Rushuang is passionately devoted to the Marquis in bed, naturally..."
The great man's words abruptly ceased.
Upon closer inspection, a thin red line appeared on his neck, from which beads of blood gradually oozed.
"To slander an official of the imperial court is courting death!"
The eerie sounds came from all directions, elusive and difficult to discern.
Then the head fell, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
The storyteller on the stage turned pale and fell to the ground with a thud, followed by a chorus of screams from all around.
The tea tables, which were just packed with people, were instantly cleaned up, leaving only tables and chairs lying haphazardly.
Apart from Sheng Wansong, no one present could identify who had committed the act.
The man who did the deed was a ruddy-faced, white-toothed, fair-skinned man with no beard under his lips; he was clearly a eunuch.
Speaking of which, Sheng Wansong even caught a glimpse of him on the night of the Lin family massacre.
Should we take action to avenge our cheap parents?
Katsu Mansatsu's fleeting thought vanished in an instant.
Because of the farce of his adoptive parents trying to kill him, Sheng Wansong felt nothing about the massacre of the Lin family; he felt neither sadness nor hatred.
To him, the baby Lin Mingyuan had already died that night along with everyone in the Lin family.
He is simply Sheng Wansong.
"Damn it! The first thing I saw when I entered the inn was a coffin, and the next thing I saw when I left was a headless corpse. This place is really unlucky!"
A martial arts figure walked out of the inn, spat on the ground, cursed, and strode away.
coffin?
"An'an, let's go take a look."
Sheng Wansong led An Lan into the inn, and sure enough, they saw three coffins neatly arranged in the lobby.
The three coffins were arranged in a triangular shape, with yellow talismans sealing the openings. Behind each coffin was an oil lamp, its flame flickering.
In front of the coffin was a bowl of rice, piled up into a small mound, with a pair of chopsticks stuck upright on top.
In addition, three incense sticks were offered in front of each coffin.
If you put a coffin in the lobby, how can this inn still do business?
Although I wanted to say that, even a fool could see that this was unusual and something was fishy.
Sheng Wansong stroked his chin, and seeing that no one was around, he walked to the coffin and tried to lift the coffin lid a crack to peek inside.
This is how people die in horror movies.
"Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!"
The old Taoist priest, who had just come out of a guest room on the second floor, saw this scene and hurriedly shouted. In his panic, he lost his footing and tumbled down the stairs to the ground floor.
If he were a martial artist, he would have been unharmed, but he was just a Taoist priest, and when he got up, he was covered in bruises and injuries.
Feeling guilty, Sheng Wansong unusually raised his hands in a fist salute and respectfully addressed him, "Daoist Master, are you alright?"
"It would be strange if nothing happened, you little brat."
The old Taoist priest stopped talking halfway through his sentence.
Those who cultivate the Tao are most adept at sensing fortune and misfortune. He suddenly felt a chill down his spine and his mind was in turmoil, as if his patriarch was beckoning to him from across the river.
The last time I had this feeling was when the zombie king escaped from an ancient tomb that was over a thousand years old; it took him a lot of effort to get away.
Looking at the man in front of her again, she saw him smiling broadly, tilting his head and waiting for her to finish speaking.
Gurgle.
The old Taoist priest swallowed hard and changed his tone.
"How could you be so careless, young master? There are barbs on the back of this coffin lid. It would be bad if you hurt your hand."
At that moment, the door to the room next to the old Taoist priest's room opened, and a female swordswoman in green robes carrying a sword walked out of the room.
"Master Mingyuan, what's wrong with you?"
The old Taoist smacked his lips and mumbled, "I'm old and my eyesight is failing. I didn't step properly on the stairs and fell down."
"I have some medicine here, please take it."
The chivalrous woman descended the stairs with light steps. When she saw Sheng Wansong, she exclaimed "Eh!" and then looked him up and down before tentatively asking, "Are you Sheng Wansong, the young hero who won the Chu Xiang Heroes' Gathering?"
"It is indeed I. May I ask who you are, lady?"
As the female swordsman sized up Sheng Wansong, Sheng Wansong was also sizing her up.
This female swordsman had an oval face and fair skin, but not the delicate white of a greenhouse flower; rather, it was a crystalline jade color, nurtured by the sun and moon and the gentle breeze.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her lips were like bright red cinnabar; she exuded a heroic spirit.
As for her figure, it possesses the understated beauty unique to Easterners, not particularly striking, but perfectly revealing an ethereal quality.
Although she was a woman from the martial arts world, she had no trace of fierceness or aggression. Standing in front of her made people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze and their mood was pleasant.
The woman, dressed in blue with a sword at her waist, cupped her hands and said:
"Shangguan Hong of the Bibo Sect is here to protect Daoist Mingyuan on his journey down the mountain on the orders of my master."
Although Taoist priests and monks in this world can capture demons and exorcise ghosts, they are instantly helpless and at the mercy of bandits and outlaws. Therefore, when traveling far away, they often ask righteous heroes to protect them.
If it were a Taoist or Buddhist leader like Daoxuan Sect or Wanfo Temple, they would always be escorted by elite disciples from Wudang and Shaolin Temples when they went out.
The Bibo Sect of this female knight-errant Shangguan was not so much famous as it was unheard of.
"Master, your name is Mingyuan, right?"
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The old Taoist priest, puzzled, stroked his beard. "My Taoist name is Mingyuan. What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing. I just remembered an old friend who was also named Mingyuan."
Sheng Wansong didn't dwell on the topic, but instead turned to look at the coffin behind him.
"Since the Taoist priest is here, could there be some evil entity beneath these three coffins?"
"That's right!"
Mentioning this matter still makes Mingyuan a little angry, but he doesn't dare to show it. He has to patiently explain, his tone unusually somber.
"The three corpses under these coffins are filled with resentment and have already killed several guests in the inn."
"That's why I, the old Taoist, suppressed them here, offered sacrifices for seven days and seven nights to reduce their resentment, and then buried them in the feng shui burial site."
He glared at Sheng Wansong, "If the middle coffin is opened and they smell human scent, all our efforts will be wasted, and vicious ghosts will be born."
Hmm... That's interesting.
Although Sheng Wansong had often heard of gods and ghosts in this life, he had never encountered them before. He never expected to have such a pleasant surprise after annihilating the Great King's Village.
Indeed, those who are virtuous receive much help.
"Master, I am quite curious about matters of gods and ghosts. May I observe from here for a few days?"
Although it was a request, the old Taoist felt an undeniable sense of pressure and had no choice but to nod.
Seeing that he agreed, Shangguan Hong also smiled, "Young Master Sheng's martial arts are superb. With his help, there will be no chance of failure."