“My lord, humans and ghosts are not on the same path! Although I do not know what your relationship with her is, she absolutely cannot stay in your mansion any longer.” Master Sanyang was at his wit’s end just thinking about the female ghost clinging to his mansion.
Wenwu waved his hand and said firmly, "My mind is made up, Daoist, there's no need to persuade me any further. Changfeng, see the guest out."
Master Sanyang was reluctantly dragged away. He was already quite old and certainly couldn't compare to the young and strong Changfeng.
"Hey, I'm telling you, you're not young anymore, how can you still not know any manners? Is this how you treat the elderly?" Master Sanyang finally found an opportunity and dodged Changfeng's clutches: "Is this how you invite people?"
Changfeng scratched his head sheepishly: "Taoist Master?"
Master Sanyang sighed, "Fine, since he doesn't want me to get involved in this, I won't bother with it. Take me to see the bodies of the two people who were killed a couple of days ago. I'll perform a ritual for them so that their restless spirits won't keep haunting us."
For some reason, Changfeng felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly agreed, "Of course, of course. I'll have to trouble you with this, Daoist."
Although these two died tragically, they weren't good people to begin with, and they had a lot of karmic debts on their hands. Now that they're dead, they won't cause any big trouble.
However, they had died a violent death and were filled with resentment. To simply abandon them like this might one day turn them into vengeful ghosts. Master Sanyang was a cautious man and naturally did not want to see that happen.
The ritual performed by these two people was not difficult; it only took Master Sanyang four talismans and a few quarters of an hour to complete.
As Master Sanyang walked out of the town, he looked back one last time and made up his mind: no matter what, that female ghost was indeed quite mysterious and unpredictable. It would be best to bring my master over to take a look first.
In terms of age, seniority, and ability, Master Sanyang should definitely give way to his master. If his master hadn't helped him when he needed it most, Master Sanyang wouldn't have achieved what he has now, and would probably have starved to death somewhere unknown long ago.
Wenwu was unaware of Master Sanyang's plans. He felt that since he had driven the person away, Yueniang was now safe. Regardless of what she intended to do, she should be free within this mansion.
Human life and safety are no longer important to him; he has only one thought now: atonement.
Wen Wuquan took out the portrait, bowed three times, and lit incense. He said, "Yue Niang, I was the one who wronged you before. Now, just tell me what you want, and I will get it for you. Even if it costs me my life, I will give it to you willingly."
At night, he put on his favorite fine clothes from his youth, dressed himself neatly, and sat in the house, waiting for the woman he longed for to arrive.
Unfortunately, even as dawn broke and a rooster crowed, he still hadn't seen the person he wanted to see.
Master Sanyang was right. Lu Qingyan was injured and absolutely could not go too far. She had to come out tonight to recuperate.
The servants, who had already received some advance warning, locked themselves in their rooms and did not intend to come out.
Knowing that there was no one here to frighten her, Lu Qingyan floated in mid-air, absorbing the essence of the moonlight.
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