Chapter Seven: Summoning the Ghost Gate
At night, after dinner, Jingwu returned to the pavilion, made a hand seal, and teleported to a secluded spot deep in the forest.
She made hand seals and chanted obscure incantations to summon the gates of hell.
A moment later, a vermilion gate shrouded in black mist appeared in mid-air.
A man dressed in white gauze, with a long tongue sticking out and the words "Seeing him brings wealth" written on his hat, walked out of the gate of hell. He smiled when he saw the person who had summoned him.
"Little Jingwu, why are you the one summoning the Ghost Gate today? Where is your master?"
“Master didn’t come down the mountain, I’m all alone.” Jingwu looked up with a smile and took Zhuzhu out of her Qiankun bag: “This person’s obsession has been resolved, please take her back to the underworld, sir.”
After checking her body and confirming that everything was correct, Bai Wuchang waved his hand and pulled her soul up. Just as he was about to turn and leave, he sensed the aura of a mystic beside him. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Please give my regards to your master."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked into the Gate of Hell.
Jingwu was somewhat surprised. Watching the Ghost Gate disappear into mid-air, he withdrew his gaze and began to ponder the meaning of what he had just said.
Bai Wuchang and his master didn't have much of a relationship, so why did he suddenly say something like that out of the blue?
Just as I was about to turn back, I turned my head and saw Yue Huai standing under a tree not far away.
Jingwu immediately noticed the spiritual power emanating from him and recognized him as the genius boy from that day, so he walked towards him.
What are you doing here?
Yue Huai withdrew his gaze thoughtfully and said in a low voice, "I was doing feng shui for someone in the next village when I sensed that someone here had opened the ghost gate, so I came here specifically to take a look."
He looked at the person in front of him, concealing the surprise in his eyes. To successfully summon the Ghost Gate, one not only needs to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage, but also needs sufficient spiritual power.
Within the Xuanmen sect, no more than ten people can successfully summon it. And in his generation, only Senior Brother Yun can.
Even with abundant spiritual energy and exceptional talent, he couldn't summon the Ghost Gate before reaching the Nascent Soul stage.
The person in front of me is only at the Foundation Establishment stage. How did she manage to summon the Ghost Gate? Just now, Bai Wuchang seemed so familiar with her. She must summon the Ghost Gate frequently.
Seeing that the person in front of him was gradually losing focus, Jingwu decided not to waste any more time with him: "What a coincidence, it's getting late, I'm going back to rest."
Without waiting for a response from the person in front of her, she turned and left.
Yue Huai wanted to call her back and ask her for clarification, but he thought that this must be related to the sect's secret techniques, and she wouldn't tell him even if he asked. So he didn't say anything more, turned around and went back to his residence, secretly deciding to go to the library to find the answer when he returned to the Xuanmen sect.
After returning home, Jingwu quickly washed up and went to bed.
These past few days, instead of going to South Street, I've been staying home and going up the mountain with Shao Che to dig for winter bamboo shoots.
Five days later, the uncle and nephew went to South Street to set up their stall. The day after tomorrow was Lunar New Year's Eve, and Shao Che thought that after selling the sweet potatoes today, he could buy some good food to take home and have a good New Year.
Jingwu thought the same thing. She had anticipated a big business opportunity today, so she planned to buy some meat after closing up shop and have her aunt make meat pies.
As soon as the two arrived at South Street, Chen Er, who was sitting in front of the steamed bun shop diagonally opposite, stood up and walked towards them.
"master."
Jingwu looked up at him and saw the sadness hidden in his eyes and the gray hairs at his temples. She knew that he had not yet gotten over his daughter's situation.
She looked at the steamed bun shop with only one small door open and asked, "Aren't you doing business today?"
Chen Er shook his head and sighed deeply: "My wife fell ill because of Xiao Wan's matter and hasn't been able to get out of bed for the past few days. Yesterday, someone delivered tables and chairs, and from the description, I thought it sounded like you, so I guessed you would be setting up your stall in the next couple of days. I'll wait for you here."
Jingwu followed him into the steamed bun shop, moved out tables and chairs, and seeing his hesitant expression, asked, "Is there something you want to ask me?"
Chen Er helped set up the table and chairs, then said, "The other night, the You family's daughter died of illness. I heard that she was calling out Xiao Wan's name before she died. I've heard that people have souls after they die. I'd like to ask you, is my Xiao Wan's soul still in this world?"
"Dead?" Jingwu glanced at him in surprise, then did some quick calculations with his fingers.
I see.
Logically speaking, the You family's daughter shouldn't have died so young; it should have been at least six months later. But that day, Chen Er came to their door, and the You family mother and daughter's lack of remorse angered Chen Xiaowan, who hastened the departure of the You family's daughter.
She paused before speaking, "That was true before, but her obsession was resolved yesterday, and she has now entered the underworld and is no longer in the mortal realm."
Upon hearing this, Chen Er knew he would never see his daughter again, and forced a smile: "It's better that she's not in this world, so she can be reincarnated sooner and choose a better family."
Jingwu looked at him like this, but didn't say anything and sat down in the chair.
After learning that his daughter had been reincarnated, Chen Er did not linger and went back to take care of his wife.
Jingwu sat in the chair, watching his back, lost in thought.
Before long, a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a light blue cotton coat, walked up to her and sat down in the chair.
Jingwu sized her up; she had an oval face and almond-shaped eyes. Her jet-black hair was styled into two buns, adorned with a few pearl flowers.
Although the fabric she wore wasn't top-quality, it wasn't something an ordinary family could afford.
Jingwu watched as she slightly raised her chin, took out ten coins from her purse, and placed them on the table.
"I've heard you're very good at fortune telling, so could you tell me if my parents are still alive?"
Jingwu accepted the ten coins, carefully examined her face, then calculated with his fingers and understood.
"Your eyebrows are too low and close to your eyes, and there are horizontal lines on the bridge of your nose, which proves that you have a weak bond with your parents and left home at a young age. You were probably sold to a slave trader by your parents when you were very young and became a maid in a wealthy family. Your parents' palace is dark and gloomy, and both of your parents are no longer alive."
Hearing this, Jing'er felt a chill in her heart. She had indeed been sold into the wealthy Shen family at the age of five, and because the third young lady took a liking to her, she became her personal maid. For over a decade, she had never seen her parents again.
He originally thought that after the girl left, he would regain his freedom, find his parents, marry into a good family, and live a peaceful life.
It seems that this path is blocked, and we need to rethink what to do next.
“However…” Jingwu stared into her eyes, interrupting her thoughts: “Your face is dark, and your life will be in danger soon.”
"What?" Jing'er didn't react at first, and looked at the person in front of her: "You mean I'm going to die?"
Jingwu nodded.
Hearing these all-too-familiar words, Jing'er immediately disbelieved her and chuckled, "Then shouldn't your next step be to sell me a talisman worth a hundred taels of silver that can avert my death?"
These con artists are masters at swindling money this way!
Jingwu frowned deeply upon hearing this. What on earth was going on?
Seeing the sarcastic look on the person in front of him, he suddenly understood what she meant.
She's implying that she's a con artist.
Jingwu was helpless, but considering that she had given him ten coins for the divination, he still spoke up to explain.
"Your calamity will not be caused by talismans, but by your daughter."
"My daughter?"
Jingwu nodded, set up a barrier with his hand, and asked, "Is your young lady going to elope with someone tonight?"
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