Chapter 152 Seeing a Ghost
Chapter 152 Seeing a Ghost
After leaving his junior uncle's place, he left the sect and went straight back to his residence.
Junior Uncle is right. Master's injuries don't seem to be improving these past few days; in fact, they've been getting worse.
It doesn't matter whether we talk about the fishing qi a few days earlier or later. The important thing right now is not to trouble the master any further, otherwise it will be even harder for him to recover.
Back inside, Fu Jin was still huddled in bed, still burning with fever.
Following his junior uncle's instructions, he first fed him a few sips of water, then took two medicine packets to the pharmacy to have the medicine prepared.
They lived not far from the pharmacy.
Normally, if any of the fellow disciples catch a cold or feel unwell, they will take the medicine and brew it themselves, or ask a fellow disciple to do it for them.
With so many disciples in the Kunlun Sect, neither the junior master nor the elders and disciples at the pharmacy have the time to do these things.
Everyone should do what they can.
He's done a lot of work taking care of people, especially in the last two or three months. When his master was injured, he was the one who brewed the medicine for his junior uncle. He's already very skilled at it.
While decocting the medicine, he stared blankly at the stove.
The technique for cultivating inner energy in fishing is fine; he's tried it. But with his master…
He always felt that something was wrong.
After years of honing his skills at the Kunlun Sect, he gradually gained a better understanding of his own abilities.
Two years ago, he would argue with Xu Zhichong and not want to be deliberately dragged down by him, but in the last two years, he has had less and less contact with Xu Zhichong.
Xu Zhichong, who was once arrogant and proud, was certainly good that year, but which disciple of the Kunlun Sect was not outstanding? After spending a few years in the Kunlun Sect, he gradually accepted that he was not actually outstanding among a group of people with halos.
Gradually, only one or two students from each cohort stood out.
The rest were placed in the large pool of Kunlun Sect disciples, and gradually disappeared from view.
Around the end of the second year or the beginning of the third year, the classes taught by the elders were also adjusted.
He started spending all the elders' classes with his senior brother Jiuyun.
Whether it was the elders imparting their mental cultivation techniques, teaching Kunlun Palm, or the daily Kunlun Sect's skills and techniques, he was gradually transferred to be with Senior Brother Jiuyun in all of these.
Xu Zhichong, Fatty, and Fu Jin were with their other fellow disciples.
Song Jin also unfollowed the group.
No matter how unwilling Xu Zhichong was, in the eyes of the elders, he and Song Jin were grouped together with Senior Brother Jiuyun and others.
Fatty was always in the fun club in Kunlun. He wasn't among the top performers, but he wasn't at the bottom either.
Fu Jin was heartbroken for quite some time at first.
Fu Jin had read many books and had a great understanding of martial arts, but he was always at a disadvantage when it came to sparring and dueling.
Among his fellow apprentices, Fu Jin always seemed the one who was held back.
Back then, even though we weren't taking the elders' classes together, I would always go to him even after unfollowing him.
Fu Jin had a strong sense of pride and didn't want to hear him talk about the elders' lectures. But unfollowing someone wasn't something a stranger would do; it would follow him all the way and say, "Hey, it's the same whether you go or I go. I'll tell you everything the elders teach when I get back, so don't be upset."
Fu Jin was still unhappy. You are you, and I am me. I am not as skilled as others.
He stepped forward with a sincere expression and said, "There's a saying that goes, 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river.' When I first arrived in Kunlun, I was completely lost. Who was it that accompanied me in the Wind Pavilion to study?"
Fu Jin looked at him.
"You didn't think I was bad back then. I wasn't as skilled as others, so I studied hard and memorized. It was just a period of time, and everyone's situation is different. I wasn't doing well at that time, so you helped me out. During this period, I told you everything I had learned over there, which meant you learned it in advance too, so you didn't lose out! Good buddies should support each other, right?"
He argued his case forcefully.
Fu Jin's eyes even turned a little red.
He continued walking backwards in front of him, saying, "Hey, it looks like you're crying!"
"Mind your own business!" Fu Jin snapped at him.
He flattered her, "Doesn't that matter? Ah Jin, Ah Jin, let's go hand in hand."
At this point, Fu Jin seemed to pout, a slight smile appearing in her eyes.
Then he continued, "That's settled then, I'm going to find Fatty."
Fu Jin called out, "What do you want with Fatty?"
He blinked: "Let's go hand in hand! There are four of us in this room, we can't leave Fatty out."
Fu Jin: "..."
Fu Jin turned around: "See if he thanks you or not!"
Sure enough, after hearing what he said, the fat man collapsed back onto the bed: "Help, I don't want to go head-to-head."
That won't do!
Not one can be missing!
He insisted, and the fat man said helplessly, "Alright then, can we go together tomorrow? I'm sleepy today."
He patted his head: "Go to sleep, Fatty."
The fat man quickly covered his head with the blanket, not wanting to listen to his theory of advancing side by side anymore.
Gathering my thoughts, I couldn't help but smile as I unfollowed them.
So much time has passed in the blink of an eye; time really flies. Lost in thought, I happened to see the fat man sneaking back into the house, acting all furtive…
Unfollowing him suddenly made me realize that the fat guy had been acting strangely lately.
I'm usually carefree and easygoing, but when things get tough, I always have my senior brothers to support me – that's my motto.
Even if the elder says he has made no progress, he can still happily argue with the elder, and he will immediately improve when he goes back. These past few days, he has indeed been acting like a guilty thief who has been caught in a hornet's nest.
Fu Jin's medicine still needs to be decocted for a while; I'll go back to see Fatty later.
Boil three bowls of water down to one bowl; take this seriously.
After the medicine was decocted, Qu Guan carried the scalding hot bowl of medicine back into the house. It was too hot for anyone to drink, so he placed it on the table to cool down.
While he was at it, he went to see the fat man.
Song Jin has been studying the Kunlun Palm technique for the past few days and won't be back until dawn. Fatty is alone on this side of the partition.
He unfollowed the guy and sat down on the edge of the fat man's bed: "Hey, what's up!"
With his entire body, including his head, covered by the blanket, the fat man pulled back the blanket and peeked out when he heard the notification sound: "What's up?"
After unfollowing him for a moment, I became even more certain of one thing: this guy was suspicious!
He pulled the fat man's blanket and said, "Hey, Fatty, what's wrong with you? You've been acting strange these past few days."
The fat man pulled the blanket back from his hand: "Stop messing around."
Having lived together for several years, I know Fatty too well. There's definitely something going on with this guy!
He reached out to tickle the fat man while simultaneously using threats and inducements: "Fatty~"
The fat man felt like dying.
"Then tell me honestly, you've been acting strangely for several days now, what's wrong with you?" He didn't know why, but it seemed like he could be so ruthless with the fat guy, but Fu Jin was different. Maybe Fu Jin would get angry?
The fat man took a deep breath, hesitated, and didn't want to say anything.
He coughed lightly twice: "These past few days I've been learning the Kunlun Palm technique, and on a whim, I created a new move called the Kunlun Itchy Hand~"
The fat man, annoyed, said, "Stop messing around, I'll talk, I'll talk!"
The fat man said helplessly, "But give me the blanket first, I'm scared, I need to cover myself up tightly."
"What are you afraid of?" The person who unfollowed was completely confused.
Although it was almost nightfall, the Kunlun Sect was brightly lit. Earlier, Fatty had complained that the eaves lamps were too bright and kept him awake at night, so he had to sneak out and turn them off. Now, he suddenly said he was scared...
Finally, the fat man got the blanket. He sat up, wrapped himself up tightly in the blanket, and looked like a giant Buddha draped in a blanket.
Unfollowing me is both infuriating and hilarious.
The fat man looked around and noticed that the window was open. He glanced outside, shuddered, and whispered, "You, you close the window for me."
Unfollow: "..."
After thinking about it, he realized the fat man's fear was so real that he decided to follow his advice first.
After the window was closed, the fat man seemed to finally have no more worries, but he looked at him with a worried expression.
"What on earth happened?" Unfollowing him was unbelievable; the chubby guy, who was always cheerful, had no worries, and was lucky in every way, would do this for no reason.
The fat man took a deep breath, leaned closer, and whispered, "I saw a ghost..."
Unfollow: "..."
I've thought of a million reasons to unfollow him, including things like the Grand Elder wanting to kick him off the mountain because he's too lazy and gluttonous, but I've never thought of this one.
After three or four years of getting to know each other, Fatty could tell at a glance that the person who unfollowed him didn't believe him and might even be annoyed that he was talking nonsense.
The fat man looked completely innocent, then said in a very sincere and low voice, "I'm not lying to you! I really saw a ghost."
Unfollowed and nodded: "Uh, I saw it too."
The fat man exclaimed in surprise, "Really?"
Unfollow seriously: "Yeah, coward."
The fat man was speechless. After thinking for a while, he simply decided to "forget it" and immediately prepared to lie down and go to sleep.
But just as it started to gain momentum, it was stopped by unfollowing.
The fat man was annoyed: "I told you but you didn't believe me. I really saw a ghost, right there on the back mountain. I was so scared that I scrambled back and didn't dare to make a sound."
Seeing the fat man's serious expression, Fu Jin frowned. Indeed, the fat man had never been this eccentric before, and he had always been afraid of ghosts. Every time they went down the mountain, Fu Jin liked to listen to the storyteller tell strange and supernatural tales. Song Jin could listen too, and he was alright with it, but the fat man was terrified.
The fat man was genuinely scared.
She took a deep breath and went along with him: "Okay, okay, what ghost did you see over there on the back mountain? Did you see it clearly?"
The fat man was stunned. Did he really believe him after unfollowing him?
But that's not the point. The fat man pulled the blanket tighter around himself: "Who dares to see clearly! I didn't see clearly, but I know it's definitely a ghost!"
Unfollowed with a light scoff: "Completely nonsensical!"
The fat man was furious: "There's just a head over there, how am I supposed to see it?!"
Perhaps out of excitement, the fat man spoke too loudly, causing him to shiver again. His imposing aura then retreated deep into the blankets. He lowered his voice and said with shifty eyes, "In the dead of winter! You can't see half a body, just a bald head stuck in the snow. Isn't that scary?"
Unfollowing me left me stunned. What kind of scene is this...?
The fat man continued trembling: "What normal person would bury themselves in the snow and only show their pale face and head? What else could it be but a ghost!"
Thinking about unfollowing, I do feel a bit uneasy.
"Why are you running towards the back mountain for no reason?" asked the user.
The fat man was upset: "The other day, the Grand Elder told me to eat less and even had my senior brother keep an eye on me. I didn't eat enough for dinner, so I went to the kitchen to steal something to eat at night, and ended up getting an upset stomach. I was thinking of going to Junior Uncle's to get two doses of medicine..."
"Junior Uncle finds us annoying and goes into seclusion in winter, where are you going to find him?" Unfollowed speechlessly.
Fatty: "Junior Uncle is in seclusion, but the medicine bottle isn't. I often get stomach aches, don't I? Junior Uncle told me where the medicine for stomach aches is, and I only went there because I had no other choice."
Unfollowing me makes sense: "I think you're just feeling guilty!"
The fat man, wrapped in a blanket, moved closer to him: "Believe it or not, I really saw it! Tomorrow when I go down the mountain, I'll go down there and ask for a Taoist amulet to put on my person."
The fat man thought for a moment: "No, no, no, I still need to ask for one for each of you. Oh! I'll ask for one for Junior Uncle too. His place is too close to the back mountain, it's too scary!"
The fat man muttered under his breath, "So many people died in Kunlun Mountain before. Our sect must have been built on a place where people died, especially the back mountain. It gets eerie at night, especially in winter. No living person should go in..."
At that moment, I fell silent after unfollowing him, lost in thought.
Just like now, the old man suddenly fell silent for half a moment.
Wang Sumo knew what the old man was thinking of.
In winter, a body completely submerged in snow, with only the head remaining, is not necessarily a ghost. It could also be a body that is extremely sensitive to heat and needs to be completely submerged in ice and snow during the coldest days of winter to thoroughly soak its body.
This must be done throughout the winter to suppress the body's heat, especially during the height of summer.
— He seemed to be very sensitive to heat and sweated easily, especially his face… He half-removed his mask, and within moments, his face suddenly turned red, like a crab being put into a hot pot.
Wang Sumo said softly, "Grandpa, are you thinking about that person Zhu Yu mentioned...?"
The old man had been silent for a while, and when Wang Sumo asked him about it, he looked at her.
The girl had previously told him to recall in detail what happened to the Kunlun Sect more than 30 years ago, because perhaps the mastermind they were looking for was in the Kunlun Sect, and the clues to the lost Kunlun ring were hidden in the details of that time. That's why he was recalling the past in detail.
Unexpectedly, it actually brought back many clues hidden in memories from decades ago...
He had previously avoided recalling the old stories of Kunlun Mountain, let alone these previously overlooked trivial matters.
When Zhu Yu mentioned the strange man he encountered while exploring the tomb, he hadn't even considered that he had been to the Kunlun Mountains.
But actually, Fatty noticed something was wrong back then. He thought it was haunted, so he bought a talisman for everyone, including Junior Uncle...
The old man's heart felt as if it had fallen into an abyss of ice.
At the time, why didn't he realize something was wrong...?
Wang Sumo took a deep breath and asked softly, "Did Fatty Lei give the talisman to Junior Uncle?"
The old man looked pained.
They gave it to him, but soon after, Fatty Lei fell ill with a strange disease. His junior uncle took care of him day and night for a long time. The elders also came to see him, and they even invited a doctor from the foot of the mountain. Later, when all else failed, Fatty said he missed home.
He used to be such a big fat man. When he and Senior Brother Jiuyun escorted the fat man home, the fat man had become so thin that he was just skin and bones.
The scene is still vivid in his mind, and the old man still trembles when he thinks about it.
Wang Sumo said in a deep voice, "Every year during the coldest days of winter, Junior Uncle is in seclusion. That year, Senior Fish-Eating experienced a reversal of his internal energy and called Junior Uncle out of seclusion early. That's when the incident of Fatty seeing a ghost happened..."
"The fat man gave the possession talisman to his junior uncle, and soon after, the fat man fell ill with a strange disease. His junior uncle took care of him for a long time, but it was too late. He asked you to take the fat man home to see his family one last time."
"Grandpa, after all these years, was what Fatty saw really a ghost?"
[Author's Note]
I'll take a nap and then continue writing.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com