Chapter 358 Pretending to be a God

Strangling someone in the middle of the night—that's murderous intent.

This matter is more serious than Song Chunxue imagined.

The three sisters discussed it for an afternoon.

Ultimately, they decided that this matter couldn't be delayed any longer. It wasn't right for Song Chunmei to yell at the Zhao family father and son every day and make their lives miserable.

When a father loves, a mother is at peace; when a mother is at peace, her child is at ease; when a child is at ease, the family is harmonious; and when the family is harmonious, everything prospers.

Life goes on, so we have to start with Zhao Qian.

Song Chunxue was worried that if things continued like this, Zhao Qian would eventually have to confront Song Chunmei directly.

He dared to strangle someone in the middle of the night; what if he uses a knife next time?

Song Chunxue lacked confidence in talking to a brick wall; this matter was difficult to resolve.

After listening to her two younger sisters' analysis, Song Chunmei, fearing for her life, followed them to her second brother Song Zhizhu's house.

Song Zhizhu was furious, but after thinking it over, he offered a suggestion.

"Divorce?"

Song Chunmei was stunned.

"Where will I go after the divorce?"

She hadn't even considered it. "Wouldn't that mean I'd cut off all contact with the children? The Zhao family would never allow me to do that."

"No, what if my three daughters have no family to rely on in the future?" Thinking of this, Song Chunmei shook her head vigorously. "I can't get a divorce. Things will fall apart if I do."

“There’s nothing we can do then. Zhao Qian is a scoundrel. Who will listen to what we say?” Song Zhizhu said irritably. “What if he kills you and continues to live a carefree life with your money? Your daughter will not only lose her family but also her mother. That would be terrible.”

Song Chunmei pinched her fingers, a chill running down her spine.

“I think there’s someone who might be able to resolve this,” Song Chunlian said, her gaze falling on Song Chunxue. “Why don’t we let the Taoist priest give it a try?”

"Senior brother?" Song Chunxue said thoughtfully, "Then let's wait for senior brother to arrive and give it a try."

They returned to Song Chunlian's house and waited for the Taoist priest to appear.

Song Chunmei became obedient. Recalling the events of these past days, she found Zhao Qian increasingly terrifying.

If she wants a divorce, what will become of her?

She knew that Lao Wu was willing to help her, but she didn't want to be a burden to him.

Just as Song Chunmei was feeling apprehensive and at her wit's end, the Taoist priest pushed open the courtyard gate.

"The Taoist priest has arrived," A-Lai's voice rang out in the courtyard. "We've all been waiting for you. The meal is almost ready. The Taoist priest has come at just the right time."

After his senior brother entered the room and exchanged pleasantries with everyone for a while, Song Chunxue learned that the matter he had been handling for others these past two days was the relocation of graves.

After hearing about Zhao Qian's matter, the Taoist priest stroked his beard and made some calculations with his fingertips. "This matter is easy to handle. I'll just scare him a little. However, I need my junior brother's help."

When Song Chunxue heard her senior brother ask for her help, she instinctively felt that it couldn't be anything good.

Also, my senior brother said he was going to dig for something else. Could he be digging for it tonight too?

Besides digging up graves, what else can my senior brother dig up?

"Senior brother, tell me, how can we help?"

The Taoist priest took a sip of water. "Tonight, go to your third sister's house and play tricks on her."

Song Chunxue immediately became interested, "Okay, I'd love to."

After dinner, the world was shrouded in a gray gloom, somewhere between light and darkness.

At the horizon where the sky meets the hills, the shadows of clouds loom.

Once outside, Song Chunxue asked curiously, "Senior brother, do you think Zhao Qian can be saved?"

"He is not a truly wicked person; there is hope for him."

As they spoke, they walked down the slope.

"Senior brother, don't you know how to fly on a sword? The horse is at my second brother's house, why don't we fly over there?"

The Taoist priest stopped in his tracks. "Very well, I'll make it clear to you that your path of cultivation is still very long."

As he spoke, he conjured a long sword from somewhere and placed invisibility talismans on the two of them.

"An invisibility talisman?" Song Chunxue's eyes lit up. "Senior brother, can you teach me how to draw one?"

"Why do you want to learn everything? You should learn a little bit of everything but not a little bit of everything."

"It's just drawing a talisman. I've learned how to draw talismans." Song Chunxue grabbed his arm. "Are you afraid I'll use an invisibility talisman to do something bad?"

"Yes, I'm afraid you'll use an invisibility talisman to go and watch Lord Xie take a bath."

"..." Song Chunxue was astonished. What kind of things were going on in her senior brother's head?

"But I have to be able to reach it first!" Song Chunxue was speechless. "I can't climb walls. Or is Senior Brother implying that I should use this lecherous trick to win over Lord Xie next time I see him?"

The Taoist priest grabbed her and made her stand on the sword. "I didn't, stand firm."

Song Chunxue held her breath, watching as the sword beneath her feet glided lightly across the mountaintop like a swallow, then swooped down over the ditch, and along the long dirt road, she could see people herding sheep home.

The sounds of dogs barking, donkeys calling for grass, and lambs calling for milk filled the air.

The smell of burning firewood and the rising smoke made me realize that this impoverished village, viewed from this angle, possessed a poignant and melancholic beauty, a sense of self-pity for the land.

"How long can you fly, senior brother? Once I learn how, will I be able to visit the water towns of Jiangnan?"

As soon as they finished speaking, they had already landed outside the gate of their third sister's house.

“Sure, but I don’t usually use swords, and I’m not in a hurry.” As he spoke, he handed Song Chunxue a bamboo hat.

"You knock on the door from the outside in a bit, I'll go and say a few words to him."

"That……"

"Don't ask, it'll be over soon. I guarantee he won't dare to have any evil thoughts."

The Taoist priest lightly stepped over the wall, seemingly transparent for a moment.

Song Chunxue raised her hand; the invisibility talisman was still active.

She stood outside the door and waited for the time it takes to drink two cups of tea before she heard her senior brother's voice close to her ear, "Knock on the door."

Song Chunxue took a deep breath, thinking that others become more and more familiar with each other the more they get to know each other, so why does his senior brother seem more and more unfamiliar to him?

She raised her hand and knocked on the door three times.

"Knock knock knock".

"Don't open it, Baotian, don't open the door." Zhao Qian's voice was filled with fear and terror.

"Did Dad have a nightmare? What if Mom comes back? Then we'll have food to eat."

Ignoring all attempts to stop him, Zhao Baotian opened the courtyard gate directly.

Song Chunxue stood opposite him, but Zhao Baotian could not see anyone.

He quickly closed the door. "Dad, there's no one outside."

"Ah!" Zhao Qian screamed as he lay on the ground, "Help! Help! I'll never do it again! Help! Don't take me away! Don't take me away!"

"Help, help! I don't want to die! I really can't take it anymore!"

"Ancestors, I really dare not do it again, please don't take me away."

At this moment, the Taoist priest's voice came again.

"Knock it twice more."

Song Chunxue knocked twice as instructed.

"Bang! Bang!"

The door to the house in the courtyard was slammed shut, and Zhao Qian's frightened figure gradually became blurry.

Song Chunxue thought he must have been so scared that he buried himself under the covers.

The next moment, the Taoist priest leaped down from the wall like a butterfly, light and agile.

"Let's go, we should go dig for something."

Song Chunxue was once again placed on the longsword. "What are you digging for?"

"people."

"Huh?" Song Chunxue exclaimed in horror, "Didn't we say we wouldn't dig up graves anymore?"

“We’re not after money this time, and that can’t really be considered a grave; at most, we’ll just bury it on the spot.”

"..."

“Speaking of which, she is also your children’s ancestor, their great-grandmother’s sister-in-law,” the Taoist priest said gently. “I was asked to find her location.”

"It is said that she died on the way to escape famine and could only be buried on the spot. Who would have thought that her descendants would dream that she was buried under the road and could not rest in peace."

"If we can dig her out, it will be a great deed and will help our junior brother cultivate better."