Synopsis: [Bright and Arrogant Young Flower Demon * Gentle and Stable Thousand-Year Sword Immortal] [Traveling the Mountains and Rivers & Youth Ensemble & Unitary Superstition Stories]
<...Chapter 123 Wait a minute, hurry up, noisy ferry
As shouts rang out one after another, Zhang Xuan stared speechlessly at his unmoved blade. When the young man looked up at the crowd, he even seemed to doubt himself.
Did I... have surgery?
Qingyu shook her head. The girl closed her eyes and felt that these were the truly noisy people, oh, ghosts, two ghosts.
A breeze seemed to rustle through the leaves, and two men, as if they had no legs, stealthily appeared step by step...
Zhang Xuan: "..."
He swung his knife again—
"Hey! They're here! They're here!"
One of them shouted, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them appeared in front of everyone.
One of them smiled and said, "Hello everyone, I am Qieman."
One of them glared at him, then smiled and said, "Hello everyone, I'm Kuaigan."
Everyone: "..."
Qingyu crossed her arms, speechless as she looked at the two of them. "You...you're here to catch ghosts?"
They were just shouting something about sparing the ghost's life, which clearly shows they know this place is haunted.
Moreover, what strange names are these? Wait a minute, how are we supposed to call them?
Wait a minute, he chuckled and said to Qingyu, "Young lady, you're clever! We specialize in catching ghosts... no, ferrying people across the river."
He quickly added, "Uh...yes! The most unique profession in the world, the ferryman!"
Why are you making such a fuss!
He hesitated for a moment, then quickly said "Oh, oh, oh," before retorting to Qieman, "You think you're so smart? Why should you introduce yourself first!"
Hold your staring, hurry up and stare! Before anyone could speak, their heads were pressed together, as if they wanted to devour each other with their eyes...
Everyone: "..."
Qingyu glanced at Zhang Xuan, who understood and raised his knife to slash at the ghostly figure.
He quickly reached out, his eyes wide with fury: "Wait a minute!"
Before she could react, "You again... Hey, wait a minute!"
Qingyu dusted off her clothes, and in the sunlight, the woman leisurely stared at the two so-called "ferrymen," Hurry Up and Slow Down.
"If you keep making noise, I'll kill the ghost first, then I'll kill you all—"
"Perfect timing, I've never fought a ghost before."
Qingyu gently curled her lips, her words carrying a faint smile. When she looked at them again, she said nothing more. In an instant, the entire forest was filled with a chilling murderous intent, as if the summer heat was still there, but it made people tremble.
He shuddered and nudged Hurry, whispering, "Didn't you want to say something? Say it! Hurry up and say it."
She quickly glared at him first, then grinned and gave everyone an incredibly nice smile, "Everyone, you can't kill this ghost... We'll have to deal with it."
Qin Tianshu opened his fan again at some point, and the scholar said with a smile, "The book says that in this world, there are often those who wander through the world, guiding souls across the Yellow Springs to Fengdu; then the judge takes up his pen, observes cause and effect, listens to their explanations, and judges their lives; finally, a bowl of Meng Po soup sends the soul into reincarnation—"
"I wonder if the ferryman you're talking about is the same person as Impermanence?"
He blinked quickly, then turned to Qieman and said, "Man'er, could this person be one of our colleagues?"
"Screw you!"
Wait a minute, she rolled her eyes at him, then raised her chin at the scholar and said proudly, “Call us whatever you want, Impermanence, Ferryman, Boatman, that’s what we do.”
Listening to their conversation, Zhang Xuan, the young man, whispered, "The legendary Black and White Impermanence can't be those two, can they..."
Qingyu: "The Nine Provinces are so big, people die every day, relying on the two of them—there are more ghosts than people."
Lin Fanxiang: "...Should we ask about Fengdu...and this ghost?"
Wen Chuan nodded as he listened to their words, then exchanged a glance with Zhang Xuan—
A gentle breeze stirs, as if snow were falling in June, the moon hangs high in the clear sky, and frost covers the ground.
...
She quickly hugged Qieman tightly, shivering and crying, "Man'er, I'm so, so cold."
"Jin'er, hug me...hug me tight...my mother...what's wrong, even ghosts are afraid of the cold..."
"Stop talking...the sun is so bright..."
"What's going on... they're sharpening a knife..."
They looked quite miserable, but in reality, they were just two people huddled together on a large rock, with Zhang Xuan sharpening his knife next to them, the sun shining above them, and oh, opposite them, Wen Chuan had simply used some cold spiritual energy to freeze their feet...
Qingyu yawned. The girl, half-sitting on the opposite rock, asked them kindly, "Ferryman?"
Wait a minute, nod quickly.
He nodded frantically.
Qingyu smiled and said, "Then let's talk about what happened with that ghost first."
"Oh, go ahead, I'll ask you the next question."
With quick reflexes, Qingyu pointed to the question and said, "Wait a minute," indicating that she would answer the next question soon.
"Wait a minute, you're all satisfied," he said. "Well, you're all cultivators, so you naturally know that there are ghost cultivators from Fengdu in this world."
"Of course, there are many things we can't explain to you in too much detail, but in summary—"
"The ghost cultivators in Fengdu actually have a very, very, very hard life. They have to do work every day, such as leading souls in line, maintaining discipline, helping the judge keep records, and helping Meng Po brew soup..."
He quickly interjected, "Besides, the sky is always black, the moon is red, there are few ghost cultivators, and the work is so demanding, it's exhausting..."
She glared at him for a moment, then immediately said, "But there are good jobs too! For example, the ferrymen we do can travel around Kyushu as human beings!"
He got excited and exclaimed, "Ha!" "That's right, we still have a test to take, and the ghost lying on the ground right now is the key to us two as ferrymen!"
Wait a minute, glare at him and then shout: "That's right! All of us ferrymen must undergo an examination and certification before we can become ferrymen. It's a test that only happens once every hundred years!"
Keep spouting this message: "A ghost cultivator who doesn't want to ferry others across isn't a good ghost cultivator! A ghost cultivator who can't improve will eventually fall into reincarnation! Ghost cultivation! It's not an easy job!"
Wait a minute: "Our Fengdu is huge, divided into districts, but there's only one Meng Po! She lives in the Zuoyin Inn by the Naihe Bridge! That girl is incredibly wicked!"
Quickly: "We, we'll first lead the ghosts into the Underworld! Then, after passing through the Underworld, we'll reach the Hall of Yama! The judge will be there drawing and sketching! Then we'll reach the Zuo Yin Inn!! The River of Oblivion!! The Bridge of Helplessness!! And then we'll drink the Meng Po soup!!!"
Wait a minute: "The deepest part of the Yama's Palace sits the Yama King! They sit there every day watching the judges work, and sometimes they don't even come!! They don't say a word!!! They just scare ghosts!!"
Quickly: "We...we...we have the Nine Kings of Hell, who rose through the ranks from ghost cultivators, each responsible for the souls of the dead from one of the nine great continents of the mortal realm!!!"
Wait a minute: "...Our greatest leader is Lord Taishan! He is a god! The last god of the Nine Provinces!!!"
Quickly: "...I, I, I can tell you where the ghosts are in Qingzhou City!"
Wait a minute: "It's me! I'm the one looking for the ghost! He's the one who exorcises ghosts! And he can't even do that properly!!!"
Quickly: "Me!! Me!! Me—"
"I can bring people into Fengdu!!!"
Wait a minute: "I can! -- Hurry up! What nonsense are you spouting!!!"
Quickly: "Ah! I don't know! I...I...I was just talking nonsense!"
"ah!"
"ah!"
"Take it back! Take it back right now!"
"Wait a minute! I! I! I was just talking nonsense!"
"What the hell?! Hurry up!!!"
"Stop calling my name! Wait, wait a minute!!!"
...
Qingyu covered her ears. She watched as the two ghost cultivators, who had initially been tightly embracing, gradually moved closer together, their heads touching, and after revealing a great deal of information about Fengdu, they started yelling at each other like madmen... Oh, they're still in their assessment period. Once they pass the Ferryman exam, they'll be able to truly guide souls...
She closed her eyes and asked Wen Chuan beside her speechlessly, "Can someone like this really become a ghost cultivator?"
Wen Chuan remained expressionless, while the young man sighed deeply, "Perhaps... the dead might like this kind of unseen force coming to take them away..."
Qin Tianshu was so disturbed by the noise that he stopped fanning himself. For a moment, he even felt as if he had returned to Golden Fruit Mountain, where a group of monkeys were jumping around and shouting.
"How long are they going to keep arguing...?"
"No rush, let's keep arguing, maybe we can get some crucial information."
Lin Fanxiang said calmly. Amid the sharp noise, the woman appeared unresponsive, but in reality, she forced herself to carefully memorize the key points of their words. She used her most stable emotions to listen to the noisy humans and ghosts arguing.
...Zhang Xuan couldn't take it anymore. The young man stood beside the frozen ghost with a knife in hand, and for the first time, he felt that ghosts weren't so scary after all—
These two ferrymen are really addicted to arguing, seriously, they're so arguing that even the ghost lying on the ground is about to jump up and go with them...
Ghost: Brother, you understand me!
...
Cai Cai: "Goo goo goo!"
Sometime later, the chick started clucking, first chirping a few times at the noisy, slow-moving creature as if in disdain, then flapping its wings and swaying its chubby body to Wen Chuan's feet—
Wen Chuan picked it up, and the young man pondered for a moment before asking, "Hungry?"
Cai Cai: "Coo coo coo".
It was already late afternoon, the sun was still blazing, and they had eaten early that morning, so everyone was actually quite hungry...
Qingyu listened to the two ferrymen arguing, and they had said enough. The woman simply smiled, lazily tapped her head against the rock, and said, "Stop glaring at each other and arguing!"
"I remember that if a ghost cultivator dies, they are truly no longer able to enter the cycle of reincarnation—"
A chill ran through them, laughter was cold and merciless, and a faint killing intent lingered in their hearts. "Wait and hurry" exchanged glances, swallowed hard, and turned to look at them tremblingly.
Wait a minute: "Heroes and heroines, please spare us! We are just ordinary ferrymen."
Hurry up: "Yeah, yeah, yeah... This ghost is a new rain ghost from the outskirts of Qingzhou. Even if you hadn't come, we would have taken them down anyway."
Wait a minute: "What are you trying to curry favor with... Hey... Let's be honest, this ghost died in the rain before he was born, but he didn't realize it. His soul kept wandering around and even got into people's bodies to ask for directions. He killed many people without realizing it... We've been watching him for several days... Please consider this a favor. Even if you haven't seen us today, we'll take care of this ghost for you. It won't affect your karma, right? Hehehe."
Quickly: "Yeah, yeah... we really had no other choice... this rain ghost... it's really hard to catch..."
Upon hearing this, Qingyu smiled and tilted her head slightly.
"So, we caught this ghost for you?"
Zhang Xuan slightly tilted his blade, the cold light piercing the ghostly shadow. The young man couldn't help but chuckle, "In other words, if I didn't have this blade today, you two would have had to watch this ghost lead me into the rain."
Lin Fanxiang looked up, and the woman glanced at the sky and said calmly, "Thinking about it carefully, it's true that all I can hear you arguing is your ghost-catching."
Qin Tianshu chuckled, fanning himself leisurely, "However, the affairs of Fengdu are much more interesting to hear than they are in the books."
Wen Chuan chuckled, "Seeing it would be even better."