Chapter 11
"A ghost!"
"And that ghost was Jin Jiajun, who was supposedly murdered."
Seeing that Old Liu didn't take it seriously, he continued, "You know Feng Juan, the grandniece of the Jin family across the street, right? The grandniece and that man who used to be in the army both said they saw her."
"And wouldn't you say it's a coincidence? The young woman who rented her room from the Jin family is said to be a master, and she's the one who resolved Feng Juan's matter."
"Is that really true?" Old Daoist Yun was a little skeptical.
But what Old Liu said...
Although Old Liu was a bit of a gossip and a bit of a chatterbox, he never spread rumors or embellished stories; he just said what he meant.
"Of course, that's what young people say, it can't be false, they say it with such certainty."
Old Master Yun asked, half-believing, half-doubting, "You went and asked?"
"I asked, otherwise I wouldn't have told you." Old Liu seemed to remember something and asked suspiciously, "Feng Juan also said she called you more than a dozen times after she encountered a ghost, but you didn't answer a single call?"
"Phone? Have you forgotten that I took my phone to be repaired and it's still not back?" Old Master Yun said irritably.
"Oh, I forgot."
So self-righteous.
Old Master Yun couldn't help but laugh in anger.
To think that he, a Taoist priest of Linxi Temple, had cultivated his self-restraint for so many years, could be so easily broken by Old Liu.
This person really is his nemesis.
When evening came, Master Yun used his hands to calculate.
The result was very auspicious.
He carefully took his Taoist robe and ritual implements, but remembering what Old Liu had said, he was still worried about taking his ancestral peach wood sword and compass with him. Only then did he feel at ease going to the Jin family.
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Jin family
Lin Fengjuan was busy running around and didn't have a moment to spare. When she finally finished, an acquaintance talked to her and comforted her.
Keeping her occupied won't keep her idle.
The funeral was held in a hurry, and some relatives and friends were unable to come in time, but they sent messages or sent gifts on their behalf.
She was a very lucky old lady, knowing where her child had gone, though she didn't know if he had been reincarnated.
Knowing is one thing, but the proper procedures still need to be followed. Let her, as his mother, see him off on his final journey.
Besides, being busy is good! Being busy is good!
Jin Li walked in at this moment, "Grandma Lin, Master Yun has arrived."
Master Yun had already put on his robes and followed him in.
"Oh, the Taoist priest has arrived." Lin Fengjuan, exhausted from several days of work and lack of rest, looked listless and displeased, as if she were very dissatisfied with the old Taoist priest.
Old Liu had already prejudged the matter, leading Yun Laodao to mistakenly believe he was still angry with him. He immediately apologized, "Old Daoist, I apologize first. My phone is being repaired and hasn't arrived yet, it's really..."
Lin Fengjuan quickly interrupted, "Master Yun, you don't need to say anything. We've known each other for so many years, I know what kind of person you are."
She had long since stopped caring about the fact that Master Yun hadn't answered the phone last time. If it was an evil spirit in that situation, it would only bring someone's life anyway, so why involve innocent people?
Yes, after experiencing Master Lingxi's magic, she also realized that the old Taoist was not some extraordinary person.
"Master Yun, that Master Ling is a highly skilled person, don't offend him."
Lin Fengjuan kindly advised that all highly skilled people have tempers. Just because someone is easy to talk to now doesn't mean they will always be. If Master Yun takes advantage of his status as a Taoist priest and offends Lingxi, who knows what might happen.
Master Yun listened intently, and his curiosity about Lingxi grew even stronger. He replied, "Don't you know me? I'm always holed up in Linxi Temple. Am I the kind of person who would cause trouble?"
Lin Fengjuan smiled upon hearing this, "You just know how to say one more thing."
Taking advantage of the fact that no one else was around, Lin Fengjuan said directly, "Master Ling's supernatural powers were visible to my own eyes. He even opened my Heavenly Eye and allowed me to see my son with my own eyes. He is a great benefactor to my Jin family."
"From now on, Master Ling's affairs are my affairs."
Old Daoist Yun was itching to try it, but he also had things to do. While busy making arrangements, he pleaded with Lin Fengjuan, "Old sister, if you have the chance, please introduce me to her."
"I understand. Whether it works or not depends on whether the master will see you."
Just then, Jin Moli ran in from outside after delivering something to Lingxi. Lin Fengjuan asked, "Why did you take so long?"
"Has the package been delivered?"
Jin Moli nodded. "It's...delivered."
"Sister Ling... Sister Ling, you... you made me fly, so high... so high."
Lin Fengjuan listened and nodded, muttering, "Oh, it even flew...flew?"
At the same time, Jin Li, Master Yun, and others present looked up in surprise, exclaiming, "They're flying!!!"
The group exchanged knowing glances, confirming that they had all heard correctly.
Old Master Yun also had a youthful past and had his own fantasies. Now, hearing that someone had actually done it, he trembled all over and hurriedly asked, "Little Jasmine, tell Grandpa, how did you fly?"
Lin Fengjuan and Jin Li also looked over curiously.
Jin Moli raised her eyebrows high, a hint of joy appearing between her brows, and then explained it in detail again.
Listening to Jasmine speak, they couldn't rush it. After patiently listening to her, their admiration for Lingxi's strength deepened even further.
Lin Fengjuan remained silent for a moment, then looked up and met the anxious gaze of the old Taoist Yun, and made a decisive statement: "In that case, we should not disturb Master Ling at will in the future, so as not to interfere with the master's cultivation."
Old Daoist Yun sighed, "We can't rush this, we can't rush this..."
When Jin Li was called away, she was still a little dizzy and hadn't quite recovered. When she heard someone ask where the table was, she blurted out, "I'll go."
The person asking the question didn't hear clearly, "Where to put it?"
After speaking, Jin Li, who had regained consciousness, quickly replied, "Just place it next to the locust tree."
...
"No, I'd better return it now."
Sitting in the living room, even with her favorite cartoons playing on TV, she couldn't calm down.
My gaze kept drifting towards the plastic bag.
If she doesn't return it tonight, she probably won't be able to get anything done.
I'm going to give money as a gift later, so it'll be perfect to bring it along.
Upon arriving at the Jin family home, Lingxi found it bustling with people. She found the person who had registered her, and it turned out to be an acquaintance—Jin Jie's husband, Li Yuncheng.
Li Yuncheng looked up and saw Ling Xi approaching. He quickly stood up and said respectfully, "Master Ling has arrived!"
Master Ling?
Lingxi felt a little embarrassed by this title, especially since people around her would inadvertently glance over when they heard Li Yuncheng's words. For her, with her keen senses, it was no different from seeing her face directly, and it made her even more embarrassed.
As Lingxi's cultivation level increased, her appearance became as dazzling as a jewel, and her extraordinary aura made her even more eye-catching.
Li Yuncheng didn't think his attitude was overly enthusiastic. His previous suspicions were a joke in front of Ling Xi, so he toned down his attitude considerably. In fact, he was a bit too enthusiastic, which left many onlookers speechless.
The 1.89-meter-tall scarred man's eagerness was somewhat irritating, and everyone's attention turned to the tall man on the side.
He couldn't help but become curious about the young woman.
"So that's Master Ling they're talking about! He's so young!"
"Oh dear, that Yuncheng kid's laugh is terrifying. Let's tell him to stop laughing."
Some people were skeptical of the Kim family's claims, but after seeing them in person, they inexplicably began to believe them.
"Do you think the Jin family is telling the truth, or are they trying to deceive us?"
An elderly man chimed in, "Based on my decades of experience, it doesn't seem fake."
"It looks like it to me too."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Yes, look at his aura, it's even stronger than that of Master Yun who has cultivated for so many years."
Someone chimed in, "Old Daoist Yun loves to eat, and his culinary skills are unmatched."
"Last time I went to his temple to repair the roof, I got to eat grilled fish for free, it was so delicious."
"I've eaten one too..."
"I……"
"..."
Li Yuncheng led the way ahead of Lingxi. Lingxi glanced at Li Yuncheng, who was smiling, and then quickly looked back. He really was as unsettling as people outside had said.
I guess I don't smile enough usually, because my face looks stiff and unnatural. Maybe I should talk to Sister Jin next time and smile more, it will help.
As the conversation outside gradually shifted from Lingxi to Old Master Yun, and then to Old Master Yun's cooking skills, everyone started arguing that the dish they ate was the most delicious.
Lingxi was happy to see the topic change, but as they walked, she listened to the old Taoist Yun talking, especially about the grilled fish, Jiuyi Mountain rabbit, poached chicken, ordinary home-style dishes, vegetarian dishes, and so on. She really wanted to try them to see how delicious they were.
Lingxi silently recited in her heart: Old Daoist Yun.
Her big grass carp has been getting more and more lively lately, making her increasingly hungry for it.
I wonder if anyone will be lucky enough to hire him as their chef.
"Oh my, Master Ling, you've arrived!" Lin Fengjuan greeted the person Li Yuncheng brought in.
Although Li Yuncheng really wanted to stay, his job required someone to be there, so he turned around and walked back.
Inside the mourning hall, the old Taoist priest Yun, who was chanting sutras, did not hear what was being said outside. He only saw the girl who shone like a bright pearl. Her aura was pure and flawless, and her whole being was very pleasing to the eye, making it impossible to look away.
Could it be that Master Ling?
Thinking of this, Master Yun chanted the sutra with even greater focus, determined to display the skills he had accumulated over the past few decades.
Lingxi smiled awkwardly: "Grandma Lin, you can just call me Lingxi, there's no need for that."
"That won't do," Lin Fengjuan said reproachfully.
Lingxi waved her hands repeatedly, "Really, there's no need, Grandma Lin. If this continues, I'll feel embarrassed to be around you anymore."
"All right."
Jin Moli blinked and said in a sweet voice, "Ling... Sister."
Lingxi immediately agreed and said to Lin Fengjuan, "See, this is fine, keep it low-key."
Lin Fengjuan's pale face immediately broke into a smile.
"Ling girl, whatever you say."
The three of them immediately laughed again.
"...Boundless and transcendent, boundless and vast...I take refuge in the Supreme Venerable One, who can erase all sins..."
The sound of softly chanting Buddhist scriptures could be heard continuously in my ears.
Lingxi glanced over from time to time. The old Taoist priest was concentrating intently. He was only fifty years old this year and lived alone in Linxi Temple. Judging from his appearance, he paid more attention to cleanliness in private and was meticulous in his appearance.
This made Lingxi's first impression score rise continuously, and she became even more impressed with Master Yun's cooking skills.
Seeing that she had noticed Master Yun, Lin Fengjuan naturally introduced her to him.
Lingxi guessed that Grandma Lin thought she was also a Taoist and would have common topics to discuss.
Lingxi nodded without thinking much about it. There weren't many people around. She took out a plastic bag and shoved it into Lin Fengjuan's hand. "Grandma Lin, I can't accept this."
Lingxi was very strong, so Lin Fengjuan had no choice but to put it away herself.
Before leaving, Lin Fengjuan glanced at the old Taoist Yun, who was still trying his best, wondering if he was trying to make a comeback at his age.
Old Yun said: I don't agree. Fifty is the age to make a name for myself. How can I say I'm old so easily?
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