Chapter 142: The Evil Ends Well
Before I even got close to Wang Taiyuan's compound, I heard crying. From far away, it came closer, the sobs were heartbreaking or muffled.
The courtyard was brighter than before, and the lanterns hung high in the corridor drowned out the sobbing. Guan Xian, wiping his tears, hurried across the courtyard and rushed into the bedroom to pay his respects.
"Master, First Master, Second Master, we are already... ready."
Hearing Guan Xian's words, Wang Xianqing and Wang Zhanke, who were standing beside Wang Taiyuan's centenary bed, took a deep breath and looked at the old man lying on the bed with either fear or expectation.
A wind came from nowhere and blew out an oil lamp, making the bed curtains rustle, and puffing up the old man's shriveled body, causing him to let out a long sigh.
"I'm going to die."
Wang Taiyuan let out two "ho ho" sounds, as if he were about to cough up a mouthful of thick phlegm. Guan Xian immediately knelt on both knees and stepped forward, gently helping him breathe. His two sons simply stood by. They weren't waiting for this sentence.
The wind blew out the second lamp. Wang Taiyuan's voice gradually became quieter. "I, in my entire life, have never done anything that would have wronged my conscience..."
"You are a great philanthropist in our Fuji Town!" Guan Xian burst into tears upon hearing this. People outside heard it and the crying became louder and louder.
"Yes, haha. That's why I'm not sad even though I'm dying." Wang Taiyuan raised a trembling hand, looking at the light with a look of pride. Then, he pointed his finger at his sons, "My Wang family's legacy is still alive."
"Zhan Ke, you, cough, come here."
Wang Zhanke knelt down in response, crawling to the bedside, head bowed as if in sorrow and filial piety. Wang Xianqing turned his head away in disdain.
"You, you promised me that you would pass the family throne to Buxi in the future, cough!"
Wang Zhanke whimpered from his throat and nodded. Wang Taiyuan coughed, and his eyes seemed to be coughed out. His cloudy eyeballs suddenly widened. He jumped up from the bed and grabbed Wang Zhanke with a pair of skeletal claws!
"Bang!"
Fire erupted, erupting from Wang Taiyuan's eyes, instantly piercing his cardboard-like skin. The blazing blue flames instantly scorched Wang Taiyuan into a fireball. A fierce wind rushed into the house, extinguishing all the lights. For a moment, the three of them saw a brilliant blue flame, so blinding that they closed their eyes.
In just a moment, the strong wind died down and the lights returned to the bedroom.
Wang Xianqing fell to the ground in fear, and Wang Zhanke was pulled away by the anxious orchestra, and even put away his sad expression.
Guan Xian fumbled around on the bed, his face almost pressed against the covers, oblivious to the nauseating stench of old man above. Finally, he picked up a smooth white bone bead from the covers.
"As expected, as expected! The Immortal Master is right! The master has done good deeds all his life and has been summoned by the mountain god. He left behind a relic to continue to protect us!"
The entire town of Fuji began to mourn. White soul-calling banners hung from the corridors of every household. Paper flowers rained down from the sky, landing on the black banners. Innocent children held the banners, standing at the front. They didn't yet understand what it meant to be called upon by the gods, and tears welled in their eyes. Behind them stood messengers holding ghost-purifying whips, preventing any small ghosts or wild spirits from interfering with the funeral procession.
In the middle section is a huge sedan chair for inviting gods, which is carried on all sides and surrounded by ling gauze. However, there is no god sitting in the middle, but a white bone bead is offered.
The adults carrying the sedan chair all had grins on their faces, looking proud and happy.
"Our town now has its own god!" "Good people will be rewarded!" "I will offer incense and offerings to the master every day, and I hope he will be born into a good family in his next life!"
"Yes, good people, it's best to come to our Fuji Town. No one does bad things, and everyone lives happily all their lives!"
The mages at the back were also carried one after another on sedan chairs. They remained motionless, their eyes closed as they chanted prayers in a low, gentle, melodious, and obscure voice. Under these strange tones, the funeral procession began to slowly advance.
They wanted to entrust Wang Taiyuan to the land god of Jizhen and offer incense to him forever.
Worship a madman who keeps all the residents of the town as puppets to make money, and kills people from time to time to satisfy his murderous addiction.
"So, do people respect the visible side, or something else?" Luo Xuanyi gently tossed the ghost fire that Wang Taiyuan had transformed into in her hand, overlooking this somewhat absurd funeral ceremony from the air.
"People respect those who give them what they can't get." Hao Fei said, "It's better to have comparison. The more miserable the other person is, the more he respects that person, even if he doesn't know that person's dark side."
"Is that so?" Luo Xuanyi didn't understand. She muttered, "What if a person's heart is good, but what they do is not good in the eyes of others?"
"I don't know. But if someone has good intentions but is seen as doing evil by others, he must be very miserable. There are many people who bring trouble upon themselves when they are on the right path."
"I think I'm doing good things, and I don't mind other people's denials. But I'll collapse when the people I helped curse me. Ultimately, I just can't get over it."
"Really?" Luo Xuanyi remained noncommittal. "Since you're here, does that mean everything is already written?"
"Yes, look." Hao Fei held a large stack of papers in both hands and taught Luo Xuanyi, "But if you want to learn the formation, you need materials to refine the formation flags. And..."
"And what? Hesitant."
Hao Fei was indeed hesitant. He was debating whether to teach Luo Xuanyi some of the techniques he'd learned back then. Mainly to save his life, he felt he couldn't reveal everything. But he also felt Luo Xuanyi would kill him if he didn't. After weighing the pros and cons, he finally said, "Actually, if you want to enter the formation path faster, I do have a way. However, this was a common practice among the old demons, and it's risky now."
Luo Xuanyi immediately looked at him with interest: "You speak first."
For the Demonic Path, time is everything. With little time to grow, they excel at taking shortcuts.
"Back then, the demonic cultivators would practice a technique called Soul Searching. We would use this technique to search the souls of righteous disciples to steal their insights into the Dao, allowing them to quickly comprehend the Dao. It was truly a time-based magic, hehe."
"The downside is that the soul-searching technique can only be used once on a cultivator, turning them into a fool unable to care for themselves. Some even die on the spot. It was fine at first, but then more and more righteous paths caught on and added life-and-death sensing abilities to their disciples. After searching their souls, one must quickly attain enlightenment in order to absorb the other cultivator's Dao essence into their own. As a result, fellow cultivators would often be beheaded by angry righteous dogmen while they were still trying to attain enlightenment."
"It all depends on luck, whether the other person can handle it, and whether what you get when you open the box is what you want. Sometimes you'll just end up working for nothing and end up in trouble."
"Uncertain probability of life or death?" Luo Xuanyi was very interested in this method. The uncertainty of life or death wasn't a big deal; the probability depended on the opponent's physical fitness. Luo Xuanyi could use a large amount of elixirs to circumvent this. In short, after experimenting, Luo Xuanyi was confident that she could control the degree. "So, you already have the soul-searching technique?"
"Of course, I dedicate this to you."
When Wang Taiyuan suddenly jumped up, I wanted to laugh when I wrote it hh
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