Chapter 22 Sickly Person 4
◎Where’s the fear you promised me? You are clearly the King of Ghosts! ◎
After a sumptuous dinner, the butler set the table, incense burner, and tributes, and cleared out all the outsiders as Qi Zhaoyang requested.
Zheng's mother leaned back in her chair, and Zheng's father supported her shoulders. They both looked nervous and anxious.
Yan Yue and the housekeeper stood diagonally to one side of Qi Zhaoyang, watching him cut his finger, drip cinnabar with his blood, draw two talismans, and then light incense.
Yan Yue asked him: "What are you doing?"
Qi Zhaoyang explained: "The incense and offerings are for ghosts to eat, which can help them show up. The talisman paper is added with my blood. When Zheng Qian appears, it will be lit up. Then, I will drop some cow's tears on Zheng's father and mother, and they will be able to see Zheng Qian."
"Wow! So amazing!" Yan Yue exclaimed.
Qi Zhaoyang smiled bitterly and said, "How amazing is that? You can see them directly and talk to them. Even if I practice for a lifetime, I will never be able to have such ability."
Yan Yue said: "Tell me, you are desperate to get it but can't, and I am desperate to get rid of it but can't, how can this be justified?"
Qi Zhaoyang said helplessly: "Don't be angry with me. Go and let him out!"
"No need to release them." Yan Yue pointed to the void beside him: "They have already come out and have been watching you for a long time!"
Qi Zhaoyang started following his master to exorcise demons when he was twelve or thirteen years old. This was the first time he felt a chill on his back! It turns out that every time he was preparing to exorcise a ghost, the ghost was probably standing next to him and watching him. This feeling was really weird!
He made hand gestures and chanted an incantation, then lit two pieces of talisman paper and dripped two drops of cow's tears into Mr. Zheng and his wife.
Because the two pieces of talisman paper had the birth dates of Mr. and Mrs. Zheng, when they opened their eyes again, they saw that the scene was indeed different.
Two groups of fog that looked like human figures were standing not far from the hall.
Qi Zhaoyang asked: "Why are there two?"
Yan Yue glared at the two shadows: "How can you be so tactless? Move aside and don't get in the way!"
As soon as she finished speaking, one of the shadows floated ten feet behind her.
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Qi Zhaoyang thought to himself: Where is the fear you agreed to show? How can this be seen as being afraid of ghosts? This is clearly the Ghost King!
Zheng's father and mother watched as a cloud of fog floated toward them, and asked with tears in their eyes, "Is it Qian'er?"
"Qian'er...is that you?"
They couldn't hear Zheng Qian, so Yan Yue answered for him: "He said father and mother, the child is unfilial."
The misty shadow suddenly shrank by half a body. Father Zheng looked at Yan Yue in astonishment. Yan Yue explained, "He knelt down."
Zheng's mother quickly reached out to help Zheng Qian, but her hand went straight through the smoke! Feeling powerless and hopeless, Zheng's mother burst into tears: "My son! Get up quickly..."
Father Zheng wiped his tears and said to Yan Yue, "Please help my son up, Fairy!"
"I can't touch him," Yan Yue spread her hands helplessly, glanced at Zheng Qian and said, "And Zheng Qian said, let him kneel down!"
Both Zheng's father and mother burst into tears, but they could do nothing.
My beloved son is right in front of me, but I can’t see him or touch him.
"He said that in his short 19 years of life, he had never formally knelt before you. Even during the Chinese New Year, when he wanted to give you a proper New Year's greeting, you would stop him and support him the moment he was about to kneel. He always wanted to kneel before you, very much."
Zheng's mother covered her mouth tightly, but couldn't stop crying.
"Ever since he can remember, you have taken great care of him. When he was young, he was too playful to take a nap, but would always fall asleep on the table. Every time, his father would gently carry him to bed, and his mother would lean over the bed and fan him, not wanting to let anyone else do it for him."
"When he was eight years old, he wanted to roast sweet potatoes for you, but he accidentally set the kitchen on fire. He was very scared at the time and felt that he had caused a terrible disaster. In the end, you just directed the servants to put out the fire while laughing and saying that he was a stupid child."
After Yan Yue finished speaking, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and the noble and aloof feeling brought by the black clothes was diluted a lot.
"He said he didn't like taking medicine."
"Those medicines were always bitter, astringent, and fishy. Every time I drank them, I felt very uncomfortable and always wanted to vomit. So, when he was twelve years old, he secretly poured out the medicine. He hid it very well, and you didn't find out until more than a month later."
"He said that was the first time he had ever been beaten. The slap was hot, but it was far less painful and hateful than what he felt in his heart. He couldn't understand why the doctor forced him to take medicine since he said he couldn't be saved? Wouldn't it be better to let him eat whatever he wanted and play whatever he wanted, and live a happy life for a few years?"
"He hated and resented it. He hated himself for not having a healthy and strong body, and resented you for not wanting to face reality and insisting on playing games with God and snatching people from the hands of the King of Hell..."
"So in the following years, he has been living a very twisted life."
"On the one hand, he is looking forward to that day coming sooner, but on the other hand, he is afraid that he will not be able to leave you."
"It wasn't until the autumn of last year that you hired a witch doctor."
"He was very angry at the time. He felt that it was not enough that you had invited many famous doctors to confirm over and over again that no medicine could help him. Why did you bring up these supernatural things? Did you want to get confirmation from the gods and Buddhas that even the gods and Buddhas could not save him?"
"In a fit of rage, he overturned the altar, and the ritual was forced to be interrupted."
"That was the first time in his life that he saw his mother cry so sadly. The despair on his mother's face almost tore his heart apart..."
Zheng Qian burst into tears and could no longer speak. Zheng's mother was also sobbing, but she couldn't utter a word and just kept shaking her head. The mother and son cried facing each other, but neither of them could touch the other to wipe away the heart-broken tears for each other.
Yan Yue said to Zheng's mother: "Before the witch left, she told him quietly."
"You kowtowed a thousand times in front of the Buddha, copied the sutras with your blood, and begged the Buddha to use the rest of your life to exchange for Zheng Qian's health and longevity."
"Zheng Qian tried very hard. He tried very hard to stay alive, not for anything else, but just because he didn't want to make you sad."
“But he still failed.”
"He feels very, very sorry for you."
"Son..." Mother Zheng cried bitterly, "How can this be your fault? You are not sorry for your parents. It is your parents who are sorry for you! It is us who failed to give you a strong body..."
Zheng's father also burst into tears: "Qian'er...you have suffered a lot these years...it's your parents' fault...in the past 19 years, your parents have not been able to let you live a happy life for a single day..."
The whole family cried heartbrokenly, and even the housekeeper kept wiping his tears with his sleeves. His brown sleeves were soaked and turned into mottled black.
They couldn't see Zheng Qian crying on the ground, they could only see a shadow on the ground, which seemed to have shrunk into a ball.
Yan Yue did not forget the purpose of this trip. When the crying of several people gradually subsided, she said to Zheng's mother at the right time: "In fact, when he just died, I felt very lucky. I was lucky that he didn't really take up your life."
“But you fell ill directly.”
"One of you fainted on the spot, and the other one turned gray overnight. It's really hard for him to rest in peace."
"Zheng Qian blames himself a lot. He thinks it's all his fault that you lost your only son. The Zheng family only has one son for three generations, and the family line has been cut off with him."
"He was also afraid. He was afraid that he was draining your vitality. He was afraid that because of his illness and death, the Zheng family would decline and fall. He was afraid that you would have a miserable old age."
"He is worried about you and blames himself, so he keeps wandering in the mortal world and cannot enter reincarnation."
When Zheng's father heard this, he was heartbroken: "Then, then may I ask the fairy, what should we do?"
Yan Yue said helplessly: "I am not some fairy lady. I just happened to see Zheng Qian and talk to him. As for what to do, you probably need to let it go, get over the grief of losing him, and let him feel at ease."
Zheng Qian stopped crying and said something to Yan Yue.
Yan Yue asked in surprise: "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Mother Zheng asked, "Miss, did my son make any requests?"
Yan Yue hesitated and said, "Zheng Qian said that there was a child about six or seven years old who lost his mother two months ago. The child would go to his grave to steal offerings and paper money and put them in front of his mother's grave."
"He said the child had no father and his mother died of illness. Even though he stole his tribute, he would kowtow to him many times every time and said he would buy him tribute when he grew up and made money."
"He said he had been observing the child for two months and found him to be a well-behaved, sensible child who follows principles and rules. He hopes you can adopt the child and let the child honor and take care of you on his behalf."
Zheng's mother and father looked at each other and tears welled up in their eyes again.
Everyone understands that children are the flesh and blood of their parents. How can they be easily replaced?
Just as Zheng's mother was about to refuse, her eyes suddenly blurred and the cloud of smoke disappeared.
"Qian'er!"
Zheng's mother screamed miserably, which scared Yan Yue.
Qi Zhaoyang, who had been silent the whole time, spoke up at the right time: "It's time for the talisman."
Yan Yue quickly explained: "He is still here, not moving, but you can't see him anymore."
Only then did Zheng's father and mother calm down a little.
Qi Zhaoyang spoke to comfort them, "Mr. Zheng is too obsessed and is trapped in the mortal world. But he can only watch you feel sad for him and can't do anything. Mr. Zheng, Madam Zheng, I hope you will seriously consider Mr. Zheng's proposal."
Yan Yue said: "There is no rush to adopt a child. This kind of thing depends on fate. But as long as you can't get over your grief and start a new life, Zheng Qian will be trapped for one more day and unable to enter reincarnation. They are very lonely in the mortal world. They are right beside you, but no one can see them."
Mother Zheng nodded while crying: "Qian'er, I will try my best to get over it. My son is so strong, I can't hold you back..."
Yan Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's right! You have to eat well and live well, so that those who leave can rest assured!"
Zheng's father and mother kept nodding. Yan Yue said to Zheng Qian, "Why don't you stand up? They all agreed! You won't really wait for me to help you, right? Believe me, you don't want me to touch you."
Although Zheng's father and mother could no longer see, Qi Zhaoyang could still see. I saw the mist on the ground floating up, and then folded halfway, as if to say thank you.
Sure enough, Yan Yue said to the mist, "You're welcome. You stay with your parents! I'll go back to the inn first."
Father Zheng said quickly, "Why don't you stay at the mansion, Fairy Lady and Fairy Master? I'll have someone clean up the guest room right away!"
Yan Yue waved her hand and said, "No, no, we've already paid for the room at the inn. It would be a waste if we don't stay here! You can just get together as a family! If you need anything, just call me at the inn. Bye!"
She picked up the two umbrellas and turned to leave. Qi Zhaoyang quickly followed her: "Miss Yan, I have some questions to ask you. Is it convenient?"
“It’s convenient!”
Yan Yue responded casually, then turned around and called, "Zhou Lin, aren't you leaving?"
The housekeeper followed Yan Yue to see off the guests. He was surprised when he heard the words: "Zhou Lin? Is it Zhou Lin, the eldest son of the Zhou family?"
"yes!"
Yan Yue glanced at Zhou Lin and said, "Just like your young master, two unlucky guys!"
When the housekeeper saw that she was looking at his side, he quickly slowed down his steps, fearing that he would bump into Zhou Lin's ghost.
Yan Yue rolled her eyes and said to herself, "Aren't you unlucky? You were impersonated and can't even enter your ancestral tomb!"
"You are so unlucky!"
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