Chapter 60: Sixtieth day of quitting the circle, helping each other and creating a better life together...
It's a feeling that's hard to describe.
He felt like a mouse that had fallen on a mousetrap. With his entire body covered in sticky glue, someone was so mean as to try to peel his body off the mousetrap bit by bit. The crackling sound produced by the body separating from the glue was extremely harsh, but it couldn't grab his attention.
Because pain is the most direct perception.
This kind of pain was unlike anything Qingcheng had ever felt in all his years. He tried to curl up to relieve the excruciating pain, but his body and soul had already split into two. After a hoarse cry of pain, a layer of cold sweat quickly formed on his forehead, and his body trembled uncontrollably. Within two seconds, his pupils could see his body collapsing due to the lack of support.
The cry of pain gradually turned into a weak wail.
Qing Cheng stared at Sang Qiqi with eyes wide open and filled with hatred. There was a raging rage in his eyes, and he wished he could turn into substance and swallow Sang Qiqi in one gulp.
"Does it hurt?" Sang Qiqi looked at her movements. She clasped Qingcheng's soul's shoulder with her right hand, and pressed the other hand against Qingcheng's chest. She kicked him in the waist with one foot. With just a little force, there was a tearing sound. The soul that had been pulled out of most of the body was pulled out again, and Qingcheng trembled even more violently.
It looks like it really hurts.
"You have to pay for what you have done. Since you instigated Meng Zhengxiang to seek revenge, you naturally have to experience the same suffering that Ma Jiancheng, Qi Hongkai and the others have endured." Worried that she was using too much force and moving too fast, Sang Qiqi slowed down the tearing.
Time passed by minute by minute, the chaotic silver lightning gradually dissipated, and several talisman papers hanging in the air fell lightly to the ground. Qing Cheng also exhaled more than inhaled.
When all the lightning returned to the clouds, Qingcheng's body and soul were completely separated.
Sang Qiqi glanced at the man lying limply on the ground, raised her foot and kicked him next to the stone, then carried Qingcheng's soul into the bedroom.
Mingxin is also about to complete the last step of coaxing the evil spirit out of the mother body.
He inhaled slowly, and a drop of blood squeezed out of the wound on his fingertip. When the blood drop was about to fall to the ground, the thick black air around it instantly condensed into an evil spirit that looked like a baby. It seemed to be mad with hunger and flew towards the blood.
But before he could stretch out his tongue to lick the blood drop and taste the sweet taste of blood, Sang Qiqi quickly grabbed him in front of her, lifted him up, and observed him carefully.
The evil spirit was hideous, its shrunken body devoid of visible flesh, its skin loose and clung to its bones. Its body was pitch black, and only its pale teeth could be discerned. Its eyes were one large, one small, its forehead bulging, its cheekbones thin and sunken… Sang Qiqi flung the evil spirit into Mingxin's arms, covering her eyes and asking, "Don't these Taoists consider appearance when they offer sacrifices to evil spirits?"
If it were her, the first principle would be that she would never accept someone who is ugly.
It saves you from eye irritation every day, which is bad for your eyesight.
Mingxin looked at the evil spirit in his arms and stared silently into the evil spirit's huge right eye.
Mingxin: “…”
After a few seconds, he decisively took out a pocket, picked up the evil spirit's leg and threw it in.
Noticing Sang Qiqi's gaze, he lifted the bag and explained, "The legendary Qiankun bag contains the universe. Many Taoists prefer to use gourds."
Sang Qiqi understood.
It’s just like the treasure bag that Meng Zhengxiang used to contain Old Man Yan and Qi Hongkai.
She asked curiously, "Is this Qiankun bag for sale?"
Mingxin: “…Not for sale.”
Sang Qiqi thought to herself what a pity.
Otherwise, with her current financial strength, buying a dozen would not be a problem.
From now on, just put anyone you don’t like into your pocket.
She looked away with some regret, but Mingxin dug in his wide sleeves again and pulled out a gaudy snakeskin bag. He said to Sang Qiqi, "I'm not selling it, but I can give you one. I made this myself with talisman paper. Aside from the fact that it's ugly and looks unremarkable when you take it out, everything else is pretty good. Especially since it's so spacious, it can easily hold twenty ghosts."
Sang Qiqi's eyes lit up immediately.
Patting Mingxin's shoulder vigorously, she said generously, "Next time you come to the underworld, just mention my name."
Ming Xin: "... Let's talk about it in eighty years."
Sang Qiqi took the snakeskin bag and stuffed Qingcheng's soul and body, who was almost fainted from the pain, into it. She then took the exquisite small bag in Mingxin's hand and shook it into the snakeskin bag, shaking the evil spirit into it as well. Then she picked up the belt, waved her hand, and went to the underworld.
"Master, I leave this to you."
Mingxin looked at the messy bedroom, then at Yin Fengmao's wife whose breath was getting weaker and weaker. He rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, turned around, walked to the side, and opened the door.
He had wanted to call Yin Fengmao to clean up the bedroom and take his wife to the hospital, but when he opened the door, he saw Yin Fengmao, his body charred black from the blows. His few hairs stood on end, and his eyes stared blankly at him. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could speak, a puff of smoke drifted out.
Mingxin: “…”
Although Qingcheng is not a very good person, the lightning that his lightning-attracting talisman attracts is quite interesting.
He only chooses to attack the evil ones.
He sighed inwardly, but remained expressionless. "The evil spirit in your wife's belly has been dealt with, but judging by her condition...she'll probably need to be hospitalized for a long time. Call an ambulance for her, and for yourself, too. Let's both go to the hospital and get some rest."
Yin Fengmao had seen his wife's bulging belly and the inexplicable silver thunder. He trusted Mingxin more than ever and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I understand. Thank you, Taoist priest."
As he spoke, he took out a card and stuffed it into Mingxin's hand: "This is a little gift from me, please accept it, Taoist priest."
Mingxin: “…”
Even after being beaten to such a low point, you still didn’t forget to send the card?
Mingxin accepted the card, nodded slightly to Chongyin Fengmao, flicked his whisk, and quickly left the villa.
He found a bank, withdrew the money from his card and donated it, then slowly walked towards the station.
After getting into the car smoothly, Mingxin leaned back on the seat, biting the dried beef given by Sang Qiqi. While grinding his teeth, he browsed the social software and found that the inexplicable lightning and thunder in Huxi, which lasted only five minutes, had attracted the attention of the entire network.
[Fuck, I really thought the world was ending. The sky suddenly turned dark, and there was a constant rumbling noise.]
I originally thought it was a fellow Daoist undergoing a tribulation, but then I realized that although the thunder and lightning were deafening, it seemed as if all the lightning was striking the same spot... Is it north of Huxi City? Any friends from north of the city who can confirm this?
My friend from the north of the city came over, and I told him I lived in the Jiangyun Villa area. I was on the balcony when the sky darkened and the thunder began to strike, and I watched helplessly as all the lightning struck Villa 12. So instead of saying it was a tribulation, it was more like some scumbag breaking his oath and getting his comeuppance. /doge]
[Although I know the sister above might be joking, but there really is a scumbag living in Villa No. 12 in Jiangyun Villa District]
[I know, I know. It's the wealthy businessman Yin Fengmao from Huxi, right? The scumbag who coveted his ex-wife's assets, approached her, married her, and then ran off with all her money.]
[Yes, that's him.]
[Is this true? I was just cursing the weather for being crazy.]
[Who said this thunder is bad? This thunder is simply too good!]
[Latest news: Yin Fengmao was really struck by lightning. I saw him in the hospital. He was completely black, hahaha. But it’s surprising that he didn’t die. :)]
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After leaving Qingcheng and the evil spirit to Lin Yanluo, Sang Qiqi returned to the funeral dragon to rest.
An hour later, Mingxin, who had rushed back from Huxi, pushed the door open and plopped down on the small sofa. He mentioned a few online discussions about the Huxi thunderstorm, then took out his small backpack and looked at the small amount of talisman paper inside. He sighed softly, "Sometimes I really envy you ghosts. You don't even have to deal with talisman paper when fighting."
Unlike him, it will take a long time to fill the gaps in the talisman paper.
Sang Qiqi took the apple Zhang Lin handed over, took a bite, and suggested, "Don't be envious. You're going to die anyway. When you die, you can experience how cool it is to fight without talismans."
Mingxin: “…”
There is really no need for this kind of underworld comfort.
Mingxin was just muttering to herself when Sang Qiqi pulled out a handful of paper from behind her and slapped it in front of Mingxin's face. Meeting the man's puzzled gaze, she nodded slightly and said confidently, "I found the talisman paper from Qingcheng. I don't know if there's any difference between the talisman paper used by good Taoists and bad ones. If there's no difference, it's okay to borrow theirs."
Mingxin's gaze slowly fell on the talisman paper that was as thick as the joint of his little finger.
He raised his hand and picked it up.
The talisman paper seemed similar to the one used at Liuyun Temple, and the lightning-inducing talisman also looked similar. The only problem lay with the cinnabar required for its creation. Mingxin twisted the cinnabar between his wet fingers, sniffed it gently, and said with regret, "It won't work. That evil-hearted Taoist didn't use cinnabar when he created the talisman, he used blood."
"Human blood?"
"I can't smell it, but seeing how ruthlessly they kill, I doubt they'll use animal blood." Mingxin placed the talisman paper in his palm again and compared its thickness. His expression lost its initial calmness, and his eyes deepened as he spoke, "Don't underestimate the small amount of blood used on this talisman paper. Drawing talismans is not easy for a Taoist priest. One wrong stroke can ruin the entire paper. When I was learning the art of talismans, our Liuyun Temple's budget for paper and silk was almost exceeded. My senior brother often teased me, saying he would sell me for money."
But even so, he is still considered a talented disciple in Liuyun Temple.
He didn't know what Qingcheng's talent was, but using himself as an example, Qingcheng had learned a lot and now had a stack of talismans in his hand, so he must have killed a lot of people.
Zhang Lin, who was packing paper items, was completely attracted by Mingxin's words. He was stunned. He couldn't believe that some Taoists could be so cruel and vicious.
He used to think that the evil ghost who drowned him was really evil.
Now it seems that humans are worse than ghosts.
But if you think about it carefully, aren’t ghosts transformed humans?
With a small sigh in his heart, he continued to pack.
Sang Qiqi paused while biting the apple, ate the remaining core in a few bites, and threw it into the trash can. She lowered her eyes and said, "I understand. I'll talk to Lin Yanluo about this matter during the interrogation."
The atmosphere of the funeral procession became a little silent with the discovery on the talisman paper.
Sang Qiqi stared at the talisman paper for a moment, then her mind suddenly lit up like a lightbulb. She asked, "What if the blood of Qingcheng and his men was used to draw the talisman paper? Would you be able to use it?"
Mingxin was shocked by her assumption: "What do you want to do?"
Sang Qiqi: "Qingcheng's body is still in the storage room. It's a waste to keep it there anyway. If it can be used——"
Before he could finish his words, Mingxin immediately refused: "Impossible, we upright Taoists would never do anything that evil and crooked people do!"
Sang Qiqi said "oh".
A bit regrettable.
Otherwise, Qingcheng could see with his own eyes that his blood was used to draw talismans.
Seeing her like this, Mingxin tried to hold back, but in the end, he couldn't help asking, "Don't you have any rules and regulations in the underworld like killing and abusing living beings?"
Sang Qiqi was surprised: "Where did it come from?"
Mingxin: “…” It seems so.
Sang Qiqi: "The underworld doesn't have so many rules. They only believe in rewarding the good and punishing the evil. You have to pay the price for your wrongdoings."
It's very rough, but it works well in some cases.
After chatting about the underworld, Mingxin realized it was getting late, so he didn't stay at Sang Qiqi's funeral service for long. He had come to help Sang Qiqi deal with the evil spirits since returning from Hai City, and he hadn't rested yet. He planned to sleep for three days and three nights when he got home.
"Then I'll be leaving first. Feel free to ask me for help with anything." Ming Xin coveted the merits, and Sang Qiqi also coveted the performance points, so she immediately replied, "If you have anything you can't solve, feel free to ask me for help."
Help each other and create a better wage together.
After seeing Mingxin off, Sang Qiqi patted Zhang Lin on the shoulder.
"It's quite late today, go back and rest early."
Zhang Lin agreed obediently.
He was now an employee of the underworld, with staff quarters in the underworld. He didn't particularly enjoy living there, though, often wandering back to his hometown from the underworld whenever he had time. Since today was Wednesday, he planned to show up in his parents' dreams.
Why.
I don’t know if it’s because he’s been in public too often recently, but his parents’ attitude towards him has changed from “good boy” to “bad boy”.
The first thing I said when I saw him became: "Why are you here again? Are you free after you die?"
Zhang Lin: “…”
It turns out that distance creates beauty.
After driving Zhang Lin away, Sang Qiqi closed the door of the funeral home and returned to the underworld.
The interrogation of Qingcheng has ended, and he has even been handed over to the executioner of the Second Hall.
Sang Qiqi naturally pulled out a chair and sat down in front of Lin Yanluo. Before she could ask anything, Lin Yanluo took the initiative to speak: "I have to go to a meeting. You can read the interrogation record yourself."
Sang Qiqi's ears twitched, and she immediately reached out to stop Lin Yanluo from leaving, asking curiously, "What kind of meeting is this? The Ten Palaces Meeting? Are those two old men, Shan Xuelin and Chao Song, going too? Do you need an assistant to serve tea and water? I can do it!"
Hearing this joyful tone, Lin Yanluo looked at her with an indescribable expression, pointed at her face and said, "Do you know how many big words are written on your face?"
Sang Qiqi blinked.
Lin Yanluo: "On the left side of the face is written 'I want', and on the right side is written 'make trouble'."
He wasn't a fool who didn't understand the situation. If he really brought Sang Qiqi along, the two old men would surely be unable to hold back and taunt her. As soon as those taunts came out, Sang Qiqi would instantly turn into a vicious dog that couldn't be restrained, turning the meeting into a brawl in seconds.
"Please be kind and spare the lives of Shan Xuelin and Chao Song for now. There will be plenty of opportunities to deal with them later."
Leaving behind an ambiguous remark, Lin Yanluo put his hands in his wide sleeves and strode past Sang Qiqi.
Sang Qiqi stared at his back thoughtfully for a while, then chose to lower her head to read the interrogation record.
But with a quick glance, Sang Qiqi was surprised to find that the transcript was slightly different from what she had imagined. Lin Yanluo had examined it very carefully, but there was little useful information, such as the mention of Qingcheng's background.
They all knew Qingcheng was likely connected to the organization Tongxuan mentioned, but Qingcheng himself had no idea what the organization was. He simply said he came from a remote mountain in Putuo, Wuhua Province. He had originally lived in a village near the mountains, but his parents left when he was very young, leaving him with only his aging grandfather for company.
Without the protection of his parents, Qing grew up thin and was always bullied by his peers.
One day, he was tricked into the mountains by his peers, and while walking, he got lost. He cried, begged, and still no one took him away. He spent the entire night in the mountains, frightened by the strange noises and shaking all over, and developed a high fever.
Qing Cheng originally thought he would die like this, but when he woke up he found himself lying on a very clean bed.
A young man who looked seven or eight years older than him, wearing a Taoist robe, asked him, "Would you like to stay here and be my junior apprentice?"
Qingcheng did not refuse.
So he became a member of the Taoist temple.
There were actually quite a few people in this Taoist temple at the beginning, including an elderly but kind-hearted abbot, four uncles and seven or eight young disciples.
The change started one night.
That night, thunder rumbled for a long time. Qingcheng's senior brother covered his ears and said to him, "Go to sleep, it's just thunder."
But Qingcheng heard screams and roars.
So, when the thunder died down and his brother left the room, he quietly opened the door, but saw a shocking scene.
His master and senior brothers were standing beside the corpse of the abbot, and beside the abbot were the corpses of three uncles. Two of them had big holes in their chests, covered in blood and flesh, and some unidentified objects were flowing out of them.
Qingcheng was so frightened by the scene that he stood there in a daze, his feet seemed to be stuck and he couldn't move at all.
Afterwards, he watched helplessly as an evil spirit emerged from behind his master Ping Yangzi. The evil spirit looked about the size of a child, but it opened its huge mouth like the abyss and swallowed the bodies of the temple master and his uncles in one gulp!
After swallowing, the evil spirit's body began to grow rapidly and turned into the appearance of a young boy.
While Qingcheng was still stunned by the scene before him, his senior brother had already walked over to him, put his arm around his shoulders, and led him back to the monastery. He asked him, "Do you want to become as powerful as Master? If you were as powerful as Master, no one would bully you anymore, and you could even go back and get revenge on those kids in your village."
Qingcheng was easily bewitched.
He began to learn the art of talismans from his senior brother, but his level was really poor. He had to draw a simple talisman more than ten times.
At that time, Master Pingyangzi stood beside him with his senior brother, watching him throw away the incorrectly drawn talisman paper, and watching him dip the brush in 'cinnabar' again to start over. With a meaningful expression, he praised: "Qingcheng is really talented."
He didn't understand this sentence at that time.
It was not until he grew up that he accidentally learned that the so-called cinnabar was actually human blood.
Qing Cheng originally thought that he would be shocked after learning the truth, but that was not the case. He accepted the fact calmly, and when his senior brother pointed out that there was not enough paint, he said naturally: "Wouldn't it be better to raise a few more blood bags?"
When he was eighteen years old, his senior brother started traveling and there was no news from him for a long time.
Eight years later, when he was the same age as his senior brother, his master told him that he could leave the mountains and practice Taoism.
As a result, he had only been outside for half a year when he was targeted by Sang Qiqi because of Meng Zhengxiang's revenge and was sent to the underworld.
Sang Qiqi stared at Qingcheng's personal experience for a while, and felt that the Taoist priest mentioned by Meng Zhengxiang who initially took him away and tried to raise a Gu should be the uncle who disappeared when Pingyangzi massacred his master.
I don’t know what role this uncle played in the tragedy that happened in the sect that year.
Sang Qiqi sighed and continued reading the interrogation transcript.
Lin Yanluo then asked some questions related to Pingyangzi. Qingcheng didn’t know much about Pingyangzi, but he knew much better than Meng Zhengxiang.
Qingcheng said that Pingyangzi was a strict master, but he was away from the temple most of the time. Whenever he left, he said he was going out to spread the teachings. He was also accompanied by two extremely powerful evil spirits and no fewer than ten evil ghosts.
Two evil spirits, ten evil ghosts.
Sang Qiqi looked at the number and vaguely realized that if Ping Yangzi was really a member of that organization, he must be a high-ranking official.
After all, strength should not be underestimated.
While thinking, Lin Yanluo, who had said he was going to a meeting, came back with his hands behind his back. Sang Qiqi was stunned when she saw him. She turned her head uncertainly to check the time, and her expression became even weirder: "The meeting will only last ten minutes?"
Lin Yanluo: "The fight started."
Sang Qiqi: “???”
She shot up from her chair, clutching the interrogation transcript in her hand, but her attention was clearly no longer on it. Her eyes gleamed, "Who's fighting with whom? Are they still fighting? Is it too late to join in now... oh no, is it too late to stop the fight now?"
Seeing her excited look, Lin Yanluo raised his hand decisively.
The door of the first hall slammed shut tightly.
Sang Qiqi: “…”
If you can't go, then don't go, but there's no need to lock the door.
Sang Qiqi slumped back into her chair again.
Lin Yanluo glanced at her twice before saying, "The escaped evil spirit and executioner from the Sixth Palace are still missing. Chao Song and Shan Xuelin mocked Lao Peng. Lao Peng's temper is even worse than yours. He didn't even give them the slightest bit of face. He picked up the water cup on the table and smashed it to the ground. He also stepped on the chair with one foot and pointed at Chao Song's nose with the other and asked: "Old man, are you looking for trouble?"
Sang Qiqi commented: "Peng Yanjun is indeed worthy of being the number one true male ghost in the underworld. Such courage is admirable."
Lin Yanluo: “…”
Sang Qiqi expressed her thoughts again, boasting, "If it was Lord Peng who hired me as an employee, this underworld would be ours right now."
What a piece of shit, Lao Deng, pack them all up and throw them into the Styx.
Lin Yanluo: “…”
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