Changfeng mustered his courage and said, “Master, the first person’s death was so gruesome that I only wanted to find someone to come to the house for a look. But many people saw the second person’s condition, so I don’t think it was just an accident. I have served you for so many years and have always hoped that you would live well and be safe. If there really are some unclean things in our house that might harm you one day, I—I would be guilty of a thousand deaths.”
"What does this have to do with you?" Wen Wuquan walked to the desk, picked up the scattered books one by one, and sighed, "I know your loyalty, but this is a sin I have committed. Tell the people in the manor that if they are afraid of trouble, they should take this opportunity to leave."
Wenwu was still worried. What if that Taoist priest Sanyang stayed here and wouldn't leave, and beat Yueniang until her soul was scattered?
He already owes her two lives and dares not do anything to betray her again.
“Master,” Changfeng refused to follow his orders, “I have been with you since I can remember. How could I abandon you at this time? Why don’t you think about it from a different perspective? What if it really was Concubine Yue who killed the two people? Was she really willing to do it?”
"she--"
“Master, I remember when Consort Yue was still alive, she was so timid that she wouldn’t even watch a chicken being killed in the kitchen. If she was like that when she was alive, she would never have the courage to kill anyone now that she’s a ghost.” Changfeng had been with Wenwuquan for so long, how could he not know what he was thinking? He was simply worried that the long-deceased Consort Yue would cause trouble in the mansion out of resentment, but he couldn’t bear to take her in.
These words were partly meant to deceive Wenwuquan, but also partly his own true feelings.
But most importantly, I want to protect the master and keep him safe and sound.
"Changfeng, do you mean there are other ghosts here committing crimes?"
"This servant dares not speak rashly of matters concerning ghosts and spirits; all of this is merely this servant's speculation. If Master truly wishes to know, perhaps he should consult Master Sanyang. The Master possesses great supernatural powers and is bound to know something." Changfeng repeatedly advised, "Master, what if there truly are other vengeful ghosts in this mansion, and Aunt Yue, such a kind and gentle person, is bullied by one?"
Wenwu was wavering, but finally made up his mind: "Let's go, let's go see this Taoist Master Sanyang now."
"Yes." A hint of joy flashed across Changfeng's face, but he quickly concealed it.
In the reception room, an elderly man sat leisurely sipping tea. His beard was snow-white, and his face, unlike that of a young man, was virtually wrinkle-free, instead radiating a healthy ruddy glow.
He looked very energetic from a distance.
Seeing Wenwuquan and Changfeng enter, the old man raised his hand and said, "The tea in your residence is quite good."
Changfeng ran over like a lackey and poured him another cup, handing it to him respectfully: "I'm glad you like it, Daoist. I wonder if you've noticed anything else while you've been in this mansion? This is our master."
"Master Sanyang?" Wenwu looked the Taoist priest up and down, and couldn't help but believe him to some extent. It has to be said that this Taoist priest did indeed look like a hermit master.
“That’s right, my Taoist name is Sanyang.”
"I heard from Changfeng that you saw the yin energy in our mansion when you were outside."
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