Chapter 451 Showing Her the Haunted House
"Senior brother?"
Song Chunxue turned her head and saw her senior brother wearing a straw hat.
The pressure on his hand loosened, startling the older brother into screaming.
"No, no, no, little sister, I know I was wrong! Don't throw me down, I'll fall and die!"
"Don't bother with him. I'll take you to eat mutton soup." The Taoist priest lowered his voice and pointed to the alley. "Don't make a scene."
The people at the market gathered in a circle to watch the commotion. Most of them didn't know what was going on, but some recognized the man who had been frightened.
He thought to himself that he must have been harassing a pretty woman, but he had run into a tough opponent.
They whispered among themselves, discussing the matter.
Song Chunxue pulled him back and kicked him in the shin.
"If you speak rudely again, I'll throw you down."
Pushing through the crowd, Song Chunxue regretted accompanying her eldest brother to the market today.
The eldest son stood by the carriage, holding Jiang Huan in his arms. "Mother, Taoist priest, I've bought everything. Let's go back."
I wish I hadn't taken the carriage.
"Eldest son, you and your son go back first. I'll take your mother to the top of the mountain to see something."
The Taoist priest took out a few candies from his sleeve, placed them in Jiang Huan's hand, and patted his head.
The eldest brother nodded without asking any further questions. "Alright, then you can hitch a ride back with someone else's donkey cart."
The Taoist priest nodded, "Yes, we're back late, so don't worry."
Curious, Song Chunxue followed the Taoist priest up the steep mountain path.
The path is lined with apricot groves, and the scenery gets better as you go higher. This mountain is perfect for meditation and enjoying the view.
Song Chunxue thought she should buy a bowl of liangpi (cold skin noodles) before coming here, as her mouth was a little dry.
"Is Senior Brother doing feng shui for someone again?"
My senior walked uphill with ease, as if on flat ground, without even breaking a sweat.
Song Chunxue's breathing became increasingly labored, and she couldn't help but stop to catch her breath halfway up the mountain.
"Well, this time I met someone who knows his stuff. He studied Yin and Yang when he was young and has some knowledge of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams. He was very humble and we got along very well. He even killed two chickens for me."
The senior brother leaned against an apricot tree, his breathing steady, and took out a water belt from his cloth bag and tossed it to her.
"The reason I've lingered in Zhuanglang County for so long is that although it's arid and the terrain isn't flat, the crisscrossing mountains have created many auspicious places." He said earnestly, "I saw a good place today. If you were buried there after you die, your descendants would definitely be successful."
"..." Song Chunxue sat down on the ground, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
She didn't know whether she should be touched or angry.
More than anything, she was moved. After all, she had met such a capable person in her life who cared so much for her, even thinking about where she would be better buried after she died. What more could she want?
Senior brother is practically a celestial being sent by heaven to change the fate of the Jiang family.
Thinking of this, she suddenly turned her head and kowtowed to her senior brother.
"Thank you so much, senior brother, for thinking of me like this..."
"Hey, what are you doing!" The Taoist priest quickly pulled her up. "Why are you kowtowing to me? It's just a small favor."
Seeing the dirt on Song Chunxue's forehead, the Taoist priest couldn't help but chuckle.
"Junior brother, you really are something. I can tell you're kowtowing to me sincerely. I should have taken you as my disciple back then."
"Why?" Song Chunxue patted the dirt off her face, picked up the water bag, and took a sip of water.
"I'll accept your kowtow without any guilt."
Okay, she thought it was some legitimate reason.
The Taoist priest stretched out his whisk, "If you can't walk anymore, pull me along. Let's get up the mountain as soon as possible so we can get down and eat mutton stew sooner."
Song Chunxue grabbed the whisk, "It seems I still need to cultivate more. I'm far behind my senior brother."
"That's right. I'll teach you some more powerful moves later. They can control people and ghosts, and in critical moments, they can even call upon the patriarch to save your life."
The Taoist priest was in front, swinging his Cantonese embroidery, holding the whisk in one hand and draping it over his shoulder while pulling Song Chunxue along.
"I was reserved with you before because I thought that if you ended up living with Lord Xie, all the things I taught you would be a waste of time. I didn't expect you to be so determined."
"Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman. To you, Lord Xie is no ordinary handsome man. I'm very curious, how did you manage to so cruelly reject him?"
The Taoist priest chuckled to himself, "I reckon Lord Xie hasn't given up yet. His thoughts are simple and pure; he just admires you as a person."
Song Chunxue rubbed her thigh as she climbed up, saying intermittently, "Yes, Mr. Xie is talented, handsome, and wealthy, but I dare not accept him."
"I almost, I almost lost my mind and decided to live a carefree life with him... Ha, but when my heart stopped racing, I held back."
"The idyllic life is a lie. You can't have it all in life. Living isn't like going to a brothel. There's the daily grind of firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea. Relatives, friends, and colleagues will all cause me pain and resentment..."
“I am suited for asceticism. I am too attached to sweet and blissful things, and all that follows is bitterness. God is testing me, and I understand that all too well.”
She held her back and looked at the small slope that led to the top of the mountain; it was exceptionally steep.
“But that guy is really cunning. When I explained things to him, he brought up our friendship again, saying we were best friends. This…” Song Chunxue said with distress, “It’s clearly one hurdle after another. I don’t even dare to go to Jincheng anymore.”
At this point, she suddenly remembered that woman.
"By the way, I ran into an old acquaintance of my senior brother in Jincheng. She was quite different when she talked about him. Her name is Tang Yuxiu. Is she one of my senior brother's casual lovers?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Chunxue loosened her grip on the whisk and almost fell backward.
The senior brother grabbed her arm impatiently, "Her husband is still alive, his name is Liang Baishun."
Song Chunxue was still in shock and grabbed his sleeve tightly. "I'm sorry, senior brother, don't be angry. If you roll down here, you might get crippled. If you get crippled, you'll be a burden to your senior brother."
The Taoist priest didn't speak. They stepped onto the soft, wild grass and slowly climbed to the top of the mountain.
The autumn wind blows in your face, and as you climb to a high place and look out, the world before you suddenly opens up.
Song Chunxue forgot to ask her senior brother about her confidante. She looked around, wondering where the place her senior brother had mentioned was suitable for burying her.
However, standing here, the terrain is quite good, with two mountains embracing each other, and no winding gullies or main roads on the other side of the mountains. The feng shui is very good, making it very suitable for a burial site.
It's a much better location than Lijiazhuangzi, but it's a bit far, so it can't really be considered a place to return to one's roots.
Unless this place produces a top scholar or a great general, she will reluctantly be buried here.
"Where is a good place?" Song Chunxue looked at the Taoist priest. "Senior brother, where do you want to be buried in the future? Do you want your soul to return to your hometown? When will you take me to visit your hometown?"
The Taoist priest pointed to a mountain valley in the west, "That place is very good. The dragon vein flows into the sea, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with two waterways flowing down. The mountain peaks on this side rise and fall like stars accompanying them. The descendants will be either generals, kings, nobles, or heroes."
Song Chunxue frowned slightly. "Hmm, it sounds good, but I don't know anyone around here. It would be so lonely for me to bury myself here alone, unless my senior brother accompanies me."
This was her way of politely declining; after all, no one would refuse to return to their roots.
No matter how good this place is for her descendants, she doesn't want to compromise herself.
“Alright, after you become a disciple and meet your master, it’s only reasonable for us brothers to be buried together. Otherwise, your husband will complain to the King of Hell in the afterlife.”
"..."
"Sit down, today I will teach you the art of controlling the wind."
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