Six Stars Killing Ghosts
In Jingzhe City, Nanjun, there were bursts of spring thunder and the rain was as fine as cow hair.
Jingwei Pavilion welcomed a rare guest.
This Jingwei Pavilion is as famous as the Xuanji Tower in the Central Plains and the Dongzhou Zen Sect. They are all the best in the art of divination and observation, and each has its own secrets that are not passed on.
There have been monks who have lost most of their wealth and have come forward to tell their stories: although the three families have their own strengths, none of them can be considered honest.
Zen Buddhism talks about cause and effect, and the monks claim that they "don't tell lies", but in fact their words are full of sharp words and every step they take is a trap; Xuanji Tower specializes in buying and selling information, and they are typical businessmen. The quality of the spiritual stones determines how true the information is; as for Jingwei Pavilion, those scholars who observe the stars and predict the weather are the most troublesome. They are very frugal with words, for fear that saying one more word will change the fate and bring disaster to all living beings in this world.
Therefore, these three companies have another more famous nickname in private - "The Three Major Scams in the World of Immortal Cultivation."
While this statement may seem harsh, it's not entirely without merit. For cultivators who defy fate, a certain degree of faith in so-called destiny's guidance is acceptable, but completely clinging to established rules will only lead to ridicule.
Therefore, the person who stepped into Jingwei Pavilion at this time was indeed a rare guest.
He was tall and slender, dressed in white, and had nothing but an ancient long sword at his waist - he was a typical swordsman.
He had a tall figure, handsome face and a calm expression. He seemed to be very familiar with the Jingwei Pavilion. Without the need for a boy to lead him, he walked up the stairs and went straight to where the pavilion master was.
The poor boy was short-legged and out of breath, so he could only trot after him and shouted, "Dear guest! The Pavilion Master has already told us that a distinguished guest is coming to visit. I will take you there—"
Without even turning his head, the man said calmly, "No need."
The boy had no choice but to hold down the special sound-transmitting spirit stone in his arms and hurriedly send a message to his master.
In a short while, their Pavilion Master came out to greet them personally, laughing loudly, "Feng Ling! I'm sorry for not coming to meet you!"
Fengling Sword Saint Yan Yanshu nodded slightly and followed him into the inner room.
The tea boy served the fragrant tea, the aroma of which was definitely not ordinary tea.
Pavilion Master Ding Zhu personally filled the pot for him and said, "Knowing you were coming, I specially prepared this 'Blowing Away the Lotus Breeze'. It's a rare item from Xizhou. Last time I searched at Qingtian Gate, I only managed to get two taels. But I just had another divination, and it seems unsatisfactory. Are you going to Xizhou? Am I just offering you something?"
Yan Yanshu didn't bother to be polite. He took a sip and said, "Not bad."
Upon hearing this, Ding Zhu's smile brightened, and he relaxed a bit. "It's not easy to get a 'not bad' from you! But…" He smacked his lips, savoring the taste. "This is still a little off compared to the pot you brewed when we first met. I wonder what kind of sacred mountain snow water or ice sea spirit buds it is that makes me remember it for a thousand years after just one sip! It's a pity that you won't treat me to such fine tea again, leaving me with nothing but empty longings."
Yan Yanshu put down the teacup and looked up at him: "It doesn't matter what you drink, don't pretend."
Ding Zhu was exposed by his words. He laughed dryly and argued: "Well, I think my tongue coating has improved a lot over the years. I can taste some of the tricks..."
Yan Yanshu didn't waste time talking to him and got straight to the point: "I need your divination for something."
"Oh?" Ding Zhu perked up when he heard it was his specialty. "Why? Did you find the trace of some secret treasure? Do you want me to calculate when it will appear?"
He stroked his nonexistent beard and said proudly, "The stars shifted this morning, and I predicted your arrival. I've been pondering it for a long time, almost thinking you'd set your sights on my newly acquired mermaid tear crystal pen holder! It's a truly natural creation, without any artificiality. It's only you who's here. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't dare put it on display."
"I'll see next time." Yan Yanshu declined his show-off. "I don't have much time. I'll be leaving for Xizhou soon."
"Are you really going? But I remember you haven't appeared at a gathering like the Queen Mother's Banquet in Yao City for two or three hundred years, right? Is City Lord Qin, who made the latest beauty list, really so stunningly beautiful? Is she so honored to invite our Sword Saint Feng Ling to come out and support her?"
Ding Zhu was very curious when he heard this. He didn't know how he, the head of Jingwei Pavilion, could be so familiar with the movements of the rival Xuanji Tower, never missing a single issue.
"I don't know her." Yan Yanshu said, taking out an invitation from his sleeve.
Ding Zhu took a look and saw that the invitation was old-fashioned in style and the date was hundreds of years ago. The "City Lord Qin" on it was probably the great-great-great-grandmother of the current person. He couldn't help but laugh.
"Did you take one from the bedstead? But if it were you, why would you need an invitation? Even Qian Yuan can't recognize it, and the Queen Mother is just blind."
Yan Yanshu glanced at the ancient long sword at his waist and said, "There is Xumizi auction."
Ding Zhu was stunned. "What do you want that thing for? Although it's rare, it's not some precious treasure. Although it's less common in recent years, it's still something that people who are skilled in formations and refining equipment are keen on."
What I'm saying is, as a pure swordsman with no other thoughts in your mind, why are you joining in all this fun?
While ordinary craftsmen can carve mountains and rivers into walnuts, cultivators, empowered by their spiritual power, naturally achieve even greater subtlety and mystical perfection. The Sumi Seed is the pinnacle of this kind of microcarving, known as "a mustard seed containing the universe in the palm of your hand," capable of encompassing the Three Rivers and Five Mountains, creating a miniature mystical realm of its own. While this object is incredibly exquisite, it stands in stark contrast to the magnificent swordsmanship cultivated and practiced by Yan Yanshu.
Yan Yanshu just said, "It's okay."
Ding Zhu was speechless. It's really okay.
He couldn't stop someone from spending money, and he wasn't the Sword Master's housekeeper. So he said helplessly, "Okay, what do you want me to be?"
Sword Saint Feng Ling, who had been so decisive just moments ago, was now unusually silent. He lowered his eyes to gaze at the floating green leaves in the cup. After a moment, he whispered, "The other day, I had a dream."
"...What?" The expression of wisdom and calculation that always appeared on Ding Zhu's face, as if everything was under his control, suddenly cracked, revealing the confusion underneath.
This scene was indeed a bit funny - but compared to the fact that Yan Yanshu would actually take the initiative to mention that he was "dreaming", the so-called fortune teller's confusion seemed extremely normal.
Yan Yanshu repeated it, his tone becoming more firm.
Ding Zhu's throat rolled. "You...why are you dreaming? Is this a warning from heaven? Is this world about to be struck by catastrophe? Or are you wandering in the void, realizing that you're about to ascend to immortality and escape this world?"
He almost blurted out, "Are you about to die? Are you coming here to scare me?"
Yan Yanshu's expression remained calm and composed, "No. I just dreamed about him."
Ding Zhu's eyes widened: "Who?"
Yan Yanshu lowered his eyelashes, avoiding the other person's gaze, and said lightly: "Forget it."
Seeing him about to get up and leave, Ding Zhu startled and hurriedly stopped him: "Hey! Wait! Brother Yan! If you want me to tell you, you have to give me some information, right? What dream? What happened?"
Yan Yanshu indeed stopped and said calmly, "I was wearing wedding clothes. He came. But he... wasn't wearing wedding clothes. When he saw me, he turned around... and ran away."
After hearing this, Ding Zhu rubbed his throbbing brows and sighed, "I know you two didn't have that grand ceremony back then. But this old story shouldn't be causing you to dream or become a demon in your heart, right?"
"My inner demon is not this."
"Do you really have a demon inside you?!" Ding Zhu's voice rose to a pitch that nearly became a scream. "Do you know who you are? Do you have a demon inside you?!"
"Why not?" Yan Yanshu said calmly, "I am also a human being."
These four light words were like a huge rock, blocking everything that Ding Zhu wanted to say.
He opened his mouth, but in the end no word came out.
After a long while, he slumped back into his chair, scratched his hair randomly, and murmured, "I'll calculate it for you..."
He reached out to grab the astrolabe on the table, but upon closer inspection, he saw that his fingers were trembling slightly.
At the same time, as soon as Lu Denghe woke up, with eye boogers still stuck in the corners of his eyes, he saw a familiar old friend. His eyes almost popped out and he reached out to slap himself twice to wake himself up.
If it were any other time, Lu Yinche would have let him do something stupid, but at this moment, even Lu Yinche couldn't guarantee what it was, so he stopped him from moving: "Don't move."
The bonfire in front of them had gone out, and that wedding procession - in the dead of night, in the desolate mountains and wilderness, with ghostly movements, what kind of wedding procession was this?
Did you save money for your dowry and have no money left to buy a suona?
The sedan chair that should have been used to carry the bride looked like a lifeless cage.
I can't see clearly inside, maybe there is a ghost.
Lu Yinche retracted his spiritual sense. Seeing that Lu Denghe didn't dare to make a sound but was still gesturing with his hands and feet, he simply transmitted his voice in secret: "What do you want to say?"
Lu Denghe's expression was full of surprise.
"You also have the foundation-building level, but you can't do this?" Lu Yinche seemed disgusted.
Lu Denghe didn't know how to explain it. It was like saying to a baby who had just come out of the womb, "You can already breathe, so why can't you do the Nine Chapters of Arithmetic correctly?"
He mustered all his strength to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body, trying to sort out the meridians as the ancestor taught him. His face flushed red, and he finally managed to shout in his mind: "There really is a ghost! Ahhhhh!"
Lu Yinche scratched his ears and said, "Be quiet."
He added, "Whether it's a human or a ghost, you'll know if you go and take a look."
After he finished speaking, sword energy flowed from his fingertips, a cold light flashing. He slipped into the darkness like a wisp of smoke. A short while later, he returned, carrying something—he had actually picked out a thin man carrying the ceremonial guard from the wedding procession and brought it back directly.
The thin man had a pale face, dry and bleeding lips, and a dull look in his eyes. He was thrown to the ground without even noticing.
Lu Denghe bravely leaned over to check his pulse, then peeled back the man's red robe. It was made of some rough, tattered linen. Inside, he was fine, well-dressed. At least he was a decent family. He didn't know how he had met with such a disaster.
“To be alive is to be human.”
Lu Yinche nodded. "I'm afraid that in that group, only the people in the sedan chair are ghosts. Their spiritual energy distribution is different. The others are just mortals whose minds have been sealed by a curse. They must have been captured for some time. If this continues, I'm afraid they will all die of exhaustion and become food for the evil spirits."
Lu Denghe didn't understand what this new evil ghost trick was.
Teach the prey to carry itself around in the forest for 303 days, and have a crisp and sweet taste?
But why had he dreamed of this scene before? Could it be that the ghost's next target was him? His face turned grim: "Ancestor, should we save them? Is that ghost... powerful? Can you defeat it?"
Lu Yinche said, "You don't look that impressive. You didn't even notice you lost a prey. Do you want to try your skills?"
Lu Denghe had so little courage that he wanted to refuse, but he was even more afraid that the ancestor would get angry and abandon his useless descendant here, so he stammered: "Can I do it? I, I'm just building my foundation."
Lu Yinche thought about his own foundation-building level and felt a bit confused about the difficulty of the questions that kids today should be able to solve, so he gave up: "Forget it then."
He pulled something out from his sleeve, and a few strands of golden light leaked out from between his fingers - it was the Seven Wonders Pagoda: "If this ghost should not be killed, then I think it is you who should be killed."
He tapped the tower with his fingers, raised his hand and threw it, and the magic weapon spun and grew larger. The seven-story glazed tower was shining brightly, illuminating the entire mountain forest, including the team.
The ghost sedan shook violently, as if it realized something was wrong.
But before it could make the next move, the Seven Special Tower burst into golden light, and a dense array of swords poured out from the tower, full of murderous intent.
Lu Denghe's eyes stung from the golden light, and he hurriedly covered half his face with his sleeve, but he couldn't bear to look away. That was genuine Daluo Jinxian sword energy, each strand of which had amassed him decades of study. Now, it woven itself into a web across the night sky. Even though he couldn't grasp the profound meaning, it dazzled him, and he couldn't help but marvel at it.
In just a few breaths, the powerful sword intent had locked the evil spirit in the sedan chair firmly in the sword intent cage. No matter how helpless and furious it was inside, it could not break free even a little bit, and only a piece of cloth in a festive red color was exposed.
"Qishu, does it deserve to die?" Lu Yinche said calmly.
Unlike the last time the golden threads of the Jindan cultivators in the Ghost Cave were drained, this time the orb atop the Seven Special Pagoda suddenly shone, and the sword formation that trapped the evil spirit slowly tightened. The moment the evil spirit collided with the sword's will, it was like human skin pressed against a red-hot copper brand. Instantly, foul-smelling black smoke rose, and it screamed shrilly before being reduced to ashes.
Soon, the evil spirit disappeared without a trace, the sword intent faded, the rotation of the Seven Different Tower gradually slowed down, and finally fell back into Lu Yinche's hands, so well-behaved that it didn't look like a killing weapon at all.
"You know not to eat this time? Are you picky too?" Lu Yinche chuckled, not at all like a powerful person who had just killed a fierce ghost. Then he turned to Lu Denghe and said, "What are you standing there for? Aren't these the people you want to save?"
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