Chapter 95: Retirement Day 95: Such a promising student must...
Catching this member of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society was purely accidental.
When Sang Qiqi went to see the excitement in Ningchang, she met a young man in the corridor. He had a jade pendant around his neck, red ropes around his wrists, and a brocade bag around his waist. Not only that, Sang Qiqi also found that the man's belt was transformed from a Sanqing bell, the brooch on his shirt was transformed from a peach wood sword, and the glasses on his face were a command flag.
To be honest, she has had a lot of contact with Taoist priests, but this is the first time in all these years that she has seen a Taoist priest who is eager to bring all his magic weapons out to the public. After all, under normal circumstances, most Taoist priests have a Qiankun bag. If they really encounter something, they can shake the Qiankun bag, take out the magic weapons, and fight with others.
Sang Qiqi walked towards Ning Changsheng's ward while exclaiming in amazement. When they reached the door of the ward, both she and the Taoist priest stopped.
——It turned out to be the new bodyguard assigned to Ning Changsheng by the Jiuyou Tongshen Society.
No wonder he is so cautious and arms himself tightly. It seems he is really afraid of death.
But come to think of it, the Yang Jing incident was a lesson for them. Coupled with Ning Changsheng's recent misfortunes, this group probably viewed the job of Ning Changsheng's bodyguard as a dreadful prospect.
If you jump in, you will die.
At first, Sang Qiqi was not very interested in this bodyguard. But who would have thought that when she felt it was almost time to leave, Ning Changsheng was also ready to rest. He probably disliked the Taoist priests from the Jiuyou Tongshen Society, or was not satisfied with the latest bodyguard candidate. Therefore, even if it was related to his own safety, he still asked the bodyguard to get away.
The bodyguard obediently rolled away, but on the way he met the robber Sang Qiqi.
Even though the other party was wearing all his magical weapons, Sang Qiqi didn't give him a chance to react. Like a perverted stalker, she silently appeared behind the Taoist priest, knocked him unconscious with a club, and then stuffed him into a Qiankun sack, carrying it and hurried over to Mingxin.
After hearing her story, Mingxin didn't even know what to say. He was silent for a long time before he said, "So it was you who really did cause Ning Changsheng to suffer divine punishment. I was wondering where this divine justice came from. After thinking about it, I realized that only you, who hates evil and knows everything about Beiqing Village, could do it."
Sang Qiqi raised her hand: "Don't praise me yet. Even if you praise me, you still have to introduce me to Su Shi. After all—"
Pointing her finger at the full-sugar milk tea in Mingxin's hand, she said, "You drank my apprenticeship gift."
Mingxin: “…”
It’s not a big deal to bring a cup of milk tea when you come to become my disciple.
But despite his complaints, he resigned himself to his fate, picking himself up from the floor, glancing at the peacefully sleeping Yunsheng, and leading Sang Qiqi to the adjacent ward. Glancing through the crack in the door, he casually knocked on the brightly lit door. Before, he might have been more cautious, considering Qingyang was recuperating inside. But now, knowing Qingyang had betrayed Liuyun Temple, he felt compelled to bang on the door, even if it meant smashing Qingyang's head.
Thinking of this, the knock on the door became a little heavier.
The door opened, and it turned out that Senior Brother Su Shi and Senior Brother Peng Qiu had not rested yet.
Su Shi was studying the evil curse on Qing Yang, while Peng Qiu was reading the book "Tips for Young People to Make Money" in the evening.
Su Shi didn't even bat an eyelid when he noticed someone at the door. Peng Qiu, on the other hand, put down the book in his hand and his eyes fell on Sang Qiqi. He was surprised, but then a smile spread across his face. He nodded at Sang Qiqi and said, "Boss Sang, why are you here so late at night?"
"She's here to learn from me." Ming Xin walked in with a pout. "She's very interested in your Senior Brother Su Shi's evil curse and wants to learn it secretly."
"I'm learning it openly." Sang Qiqi corrected him. She was just thinking about how to greet Su Shi in a way that wouldn't seem too presumptuous and would still leave a good impression. When Su Shi heard the words 'Boss Sang', he quickly looked up at her with a look of surprise. "Are you interested in curses?"
Su Shi was quite familiar with Sang Qiqi.
Because Pengqiu had previously explained the Beiqing Village incident and Sang Qiqi's explanations to him, Sushi, out of concern for his junior, searched online for information about Sang Qiqi. Online reviews of Sang Qiqi were somewhat demonized, with some claiming she could help the police uncover Zhong Jie's murder and body hiding with a piece of ghost money, while others claimed that anyone who crossed Sang Qiqi would face a disastrous end. Sushi, after some research, came to the same conclusion as many others: Sang Qiqi was a Taoist priest who kept her identity secret.
But judging from Sang Qiqi's abilities, this Taoist priest was obviously from a large clan.
The domestic Daoist view is similar to the Liuyun view. In their concept, evil curses always bring disaster to others, and people who learn and practice evil curses are mostly not good people.
Therefore, he was really surprised that Sang Qiqi came to him specifically to "become his disciple and learn skills".
"I'm interested. Very interested." Sang Qiqi's eyes sparkled, and she clasped her hands together in a gesture of supplication. "Master Su Shi, do you have any requirements for accepting a disciple?"
"It depends on talent."
What a talent.
Sang Qiqi immediately took out the talisman paper she had drawn overnight from her pocket and handed it to Su Shi while explaining, "This is the talisman paper I drew these past two days while staying up late. Take a look."
Ming Xin accepted the cup of milk tea and decided to say something nice to Sang Qiqi: "You don't have to worry about her talent. Did you see this pig?"
Turning the phone screen to look back, Mingxin pointed at the pig and said, "This is her first time touching talisman paper. She used the transformation talisman she drew all night and used it to transform on the coffee table."
Retrospective: "...isn't this pig a recent thing?"
He saw that netizens had both Sang Qiqi and the pig trending. At the time, he thought this girl had a rather unusual hobby, but it turned out the pig was a coffee table?
That hobby is even more special.
What kind of train of thought would lead him to choose to transform into a wild boar?
Mingxin: "Yes, she just started learning it recently."
When Su Shi heard this, he immediately turned his gaze to Sang Qiqi, his eyebrows furrowed, and even the scar at the corner of his eye showed doubt: "You are not a Taoist priest?"
Sang Qiqi answered truthfully: "No."
Back to the time: "Then you..."
Sang Qiqi: "It's a ghost, a very vicious female ghost."
Back in time: “????”
Su Shi, who almost couldn't control his expression, looked up and down at Sang Qiqi very presumptuously. He really couldn't understand what the relationship between this little girl in front of him and ghosts was. Moreover... assuming that Sang Qiqi was not talking nonsense, then, for a ghost to learn the art of talismans, isn't it a bit too outrageous?
He asked with a hint of curiosity: "How did you come up with the idea of learning the art of talismans?"
Mingxin answered first: "My master suggested it."
"Your master? Taiwei Sanren?" Mingxin's doubtful question received a positive response, and Sushi's expression became even more strange. He couldn't help but cricket at his elder, "Your master actually asked a ghost to learn the art of talismans? With such advanced thinking, why doesn't he allow you to learn evil spells? Does he look down on this Boss Sang?"
Mingxin: “…”
Why did Su Shi try to sow discord between Liuyun Temple and Sang Qiqi just by opening his mouth?
After holding it in for a long time, Mingxin finally said, "Don't worry about it, just ask if I can teach you."
Teach, why not? In all his time with curses, this was the first time he'd seen a ghost so interested in them. Furthermore, judging by the quality of the talisman paper Sang Qiqi handed him, if it was truly as Mingxin said, then she was a genius among geniuses. If he missed out, he'd have to give it up.
Su Shi's satisfaction with Sang Qiqi reached its peak when she opened the Qiankun sack and poured out the members of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society.
Teach him, teach him now! Such a promising student must be taught!
-
Around seven o'clock the next morning.
Yunsheng awoke dazed from his coma. He had been dreaming for a long time. In one dream, his uncle Qingyang pushed him in front of the evil pather during a confrontation, forcing him to be captured. In another dream, he finally woke up from treatment, only to see Qingyang staring at him with a gloomy look, his face filled with murderous intent. Then, this terrifying scene that made his breath tremble changed. Mingxin pointed at him and cursed him, his voice shaking his eardrums. In between, a pleasant female voice seemed to be mingled with it.
...female voice?
As his thoughts returned, Yunsheng suddenly recalled how he had heard Mingxin's screams while soundly asleep last night. Awakening from the shock, he opened his eyes and vaguely caught sight of a slender figure. But as he tried to see the person clearly, a thick, black mist enveloped him, obscuring all five of his senses and causing him to completely lose consciousness.
Who is that person? Could he be the one who came to rescue Qingyang?
Yunsheng suddenly reacted and struggled to get up.
Mingxin, with a pair of panda eyes, pushed the door into the ward and was originally dizzy. But when he saw Yunsheng with a pale face twisting and turning on the bed like a maggot, he was stunned and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing?"
The familiar voice made Yunsheng stop his movements on the bed. He tilted his head with difficulty to look at the door. When he saw Mingxin standing in front of him, his anxiety and panic instantly disappeared. His body relaxed, and he exhaled: "Thank goodness you're okay."
But looking at Mingxin's dark circles, it seems that the situation last night was not very good.
He then asked, "Is that woman difficult to deal with?"
That woman? Who is she?
Mingxin's expression became even more confused, but when Yunsheng said, "She looks pretty powerful. I fainted for no apparent reason when I saw her last night," Mingxin suddenly realized that he was talking about Sang Qiqi.
Combined with Yunsheng's anxious reaction and words, Mingxin understood clearly that this guy must have mistaken Sang Qiqi for an accomplice who came to rescue Qingyang. With a curled lip, he replied, "Of course not! I've never seen such a difficult female demon. You know Su Shi, right? She copied the curse that took her half a month to research, and within two hours, she even improved it. Now, Su Shi, the creator of the curse, can't even break it."
Yunsheng: “?!”
Noticing Yunsheng's wide eyes and heavier breathing, Mingxin crossed his arms and asked, "Do you want to see it?"
Yunsheng: "W-what?"
Mingxin: "Do you want to see that unbreakable curse?"
Yunsheng: "...No, no need. I haven't recovered yet. It's not good to be stimulated."
Hearing this, Mingxin sighed softly, then walked over to the recliner and closed his eyes to rest. He hadn't just said that to bluff Yunsheng. Last night, after Sang Qiqi had successfully become his disciple, he'd followed her around out of curiosity, witnessing her entire learning process. Having witnessed her powerful replication abilities firsthand, Mingxin knew that drawing a transformation talisman in one night was child's play.
Through her intense study and inferences, the curse she had cast upon the members of the Nine Netherworld Divine Society blossomed into countless flowers of varying colors and appearances. Besides being even more beautiful, the rich fragrance of the flowers in the dead of night was dizzying. Mingxin clutched her throat and took a few deep breaths, wondering if she would faint from the intoxicating aroma. Suddenly, a swarm of bees swarmed in through the open window, buzzing and calling. Each bee landed on the blooming flowers, attempting to gather nectar and spread pollen.
As the group was marveling at the amazing noses of these bees, Mingxin, whose arm was stained with pollen, suddenly felt a stinging sensation on his skin. When he looked closely, he was almost frightened to death by the scene before him.
The skin on his arm crackled, and a piece of rotten flesh was burned, with white bones vaguely visible.
Everyone was stunned, and then they saw those lively bees being burned to ashes by the pollen.
After thoroughly witnessing the power of the pollen, Su Shi looked at Sang Qiqi as if he had seen a ghost... Oh, Sang Qiqi was actually a ghost. Holding back his shock, he began to remove the curse on the bodyguard at Peng Qiu's reminder. However, Su Shi never dreamed that the curse had escalated, and he couldn't remove it.
Back in time: "..."
Pengqiu: “…”
Mingxin: “…”
Sang Qiqi: “…”
The three people and the ghost looked at each other in silence for a long time. Finally, Su Shi resigned himself to his fate and taught Sang Qiqi all kinds of spell-breaking techniques, letting her study them on her own.
Mingxin gave some random instructions but seeing no effect, he staggered back to sleep.
The next ward.
Seeing that it was getting late, Sang Qiqi was worried that the doctor would be frightened to death when he saw the bodyguard covered in pollen when he came to check on him, so she had no choice but to force the bodyguard into the Qiankun sack. However, she didn't expect that when the pollen fell from the bodyguard's body, it burned holes in the Qiankun sack.
The Qiankun sack was burned with holes, not to mention the bodyguard's body.
Su Shi's head hurt. For the first time, he truly felt the mixed emotions the Taoist priests from other temples had felt when they looked at him. He stuffed all the curse-drawing notes he'd accumulated over the years onto Sang Qiqi and said, "I'll give them all to you. Study them diligently. I have only one request: when you're done, don't tell anyone you're my student."
Sang Qiqi blinked, but before she could ask why, Su Shi took the initiative to say, "I'm afraid those righteous people will capture us both when they're dealing with the Jiuyou Tongshen Society."
In Su Shi's opinion, Sang Qiqi is much more dangerous than Qingyang and his group of hypocritical guys.
Sang Qiqi: “…”
It hurts my heart, my friend.
After wrapping the bodyguard in black mist to prevent the pollen from burning him to ashes, Sang Qiqi returned to the funeral home carrying the tattered sack.
When they arrived at the funeral home, the doors had just opened, and Duan Sui, as usual, was the first to arrive. He handed the prepared breakfast to Sang Qiqi, but Duan Sui didn't see her smile. His eyes swept over the girl's eyebrows, and he keenly noticed the slight frown between them... Wasn't the lively Ning Changsheng yesterday a sight to behold?
"Why do you look so sad?"
Sang Qiqi frowned and hooked her finger at Duan Sui. When the other party came closer, she took out her tattered sack and then took out the bodyguard inside.
To be honest, for a moment, Duan Sui didn't even realize that the thing in front of him was a person. After all, he had never seen a person's body bloom with so many flowers.
Sang Qiqi briefly recounted her apprenticeship and her studies last night, then sighed, "The biggest problem now is that the curse can't be broken. And judging by how well the flower is blooming, it won't be long before it drains this guy's blood dry. He'll soon be reduced to a mummy."
Duan Sui: “…”
He rubbed his brows, feeling a little amused, and comforted Sang Qiqi: "There is still time. With your ability, breaking the curse is not a problem."
Sang Qiqi held her face in her hands and looked at him suspiciously: "Really?"
"Of course, you're the woman who can turn a coffee table into a wild boar right after you get started. Believe in yourself." Duan Sui nodded, "But before that, have breakfast first."
Sang Qiqi finished the pancake Duan Sui had prepared, then tossed him the funeral dragon, retreating to the storage room to figure out how to break the curse. Fortunately, the curse was broken before the bodyguard was completely drained. Sang Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief, took a photo of the now-dead bodyguard, and sent it to Su Shi. A few minutes later, she received a halfhearted congratulations.
Sang Qiqi patted the half-dead bodyguard and asked, "How do you feel?"
The bodyguard's head was buzzing, bewildered as to how Sang Qiqi had the nerve to ask such a question. He had been walking down the street when he was struck by a club. Waking up, he was horrified to find his body covered in flowers. As the flowers' nutrient supplier, he thought he could hear the gurgling sound of the branches absorbing his blood. It was a strange and terrifying feeling. Then, when he discovered the pollen had a burning power, capable of burning holes in his skin and, in more serious cases, even burning through his bones, he wanted to bang his head against the wall and die.
As a result, after Sang Qiqi's efforts, the growth of the flowers that absorbed his blood came to an abrupt halt. The extremely gorgeous flowers withered one after another, and the bright red branches turned gray and black, as if they had wilted. They all fell on him with a plop, and were blown away by Sang Qiqi with a wave of his hand.
The flower is gone, but the mark left on the skin is particularly conspicuous.
Those dark holes silently told the story of his terrible experiences.
The bodyguard lay on the ground, without even the strength to turn over.
So Sang Qiqi threw him into the Qiankun sack again.
-
The funeral service was doing good business today. When Sang Qiqi emerged from the storage room, Duan Sui and Zhang Lin were already busy. Seeing this, Sang Qiqi walked over to Zhang Lin and said to the long queue of customers, "You can check out here, too."
Some customers came out of the two long lines and stood in front of Sang Qiqi.
After working hard for a whole morning, during the lunch break, Sang Qiqi took out her time-tracing notebook and began to study the evil curse seriously.
By the afternoon, Sang Qiqi disappeared again.
Zhang Lin scratched his head and couldn't help muttering, "Where is my sister going again?"
"Come and watch the fun." Duan Sui threw down these three words and stepped forward to greet the guests.
In Ning Changsheng's ward.
The special assistant held his phone with a complicated expression, calling back and forth, but the busy tone kept ringing in his ears. He looked up at the middle-aged man on the hospital bed and said awkwardly, "Director Ning, I can't reach him."
Ning Changsheng raised his hand and threw the water cup on the table to the ground.
The new bodyguard was quite obedient. When he was told to get out, he actually got out so quickly that no one could contact him.
In silence, there was a knock on the ward door. Ning Changsheng and his special assistant glanced over and saw the figure of Qianxu, dressed in a black and gold Taoist robe. This Taoist priest Qianxu was quite courageous. Knowing that there was a nationwide crackdown on Taoist priests, he still walked around in his robe without hesitation, truly fearing that the police would notice something was wrong.
However, thinking of Qianxu's abilities, the special assistant felt that his worries were unnecessary.
"Master Qianxu, why are you here?" The special assistant asked on behalf of Ning Changsheng.
Qianxu waved his hand and said, "Didn't I hear that the bodyguard Pingyangzi arranged for Director Ning died outside for unknown reasons? I thought I had a good candidate, so I brought him here for Director Ning to take a look. If Director Ning is satisfied, he will stay and take care of him."
After saying this, without waiting for Ning Changsheng to say anything, he clapped his hands.
Ning Changsheng hadn't expected Qianxu to be so shameless. He'd just killed Yang Jing, who had been at odds with him, and now he could just as easily send his own people over. Of course, Ning Changsheng didn't mind. He just happened to have a problem with Ping Yangzi. Yang Jing's team couldn't even solve the falling chandelier, which had made him the target of constant ridicule for the past few days. It was clear he had no real skills.
If the person sent by Qianxu is really capable, he doesn't mind giving Qianxu a good face.
Although he was the financial backer of the entire Jiuyou Tongshen Society, its branches were spread across the country, and each received varying amounts of funding from its financial backers. For example, he had a good relationship with the Jingbei branch, and he often invested extra money there. Unfortunately, the Jingbei branch now displeased him, and Pingyangzi seemed to be oblivious to his plight, which infuriated Ning Changsheng immensely.
But looking at Qianxu... at least he still calls him Director Ning.
In the silence, the previously tightly closed ward door suddenly opened silently. Strangely, while the door was open, no one was visible inside or outside. Ning Changsheng and his special assistant were both captivated by this scene, their brows furrowed slightly. Ning Changsheng was about to speak when a shadowy figure slowly emerged in front of him. The figure was wrapped in a black robe, even its face obscured by a hood, creating a rather mysterious presence.
Qianxu smiled and said, "Director Ning, this is a capable man under my command, his name is Mei Yishan."
Mei Yishan?
Ning Changsheng felt that the name seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.
The special assistant standing beside him also frowned and thought, but still had no clue.
Qianxu raised his lips and said, "With Mei Yishan here, Director Ning doesn't have to worry about your safety. If you wish, he can protect you 24 hours a day. And if you want to take revenge on someone, just call Mei Yishan. I guarantee that no one will be able to catch him."
"What's the meaning?"
Qianxu nodded at Mei Yishan and pointed out his true identity: "Mei Yishan is from the underworld. He was imprisoned there for six years, but he still escaped. With such a powerful ghost guarding you, do you think he can guarantee your safety?"
The moment the words fell, the special assistant slapped his head suddenly.
He seemed to know why the name Mei Yishan sounded familiar.
Pointing at Mei Yishan, he asked, "Is this the Mei Yishan who stabbed fifteen people at the Jianshan train station five years ago, killed two police officers, and left fourteen dead and three seriously injured?"
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