Chapter 66 The Belief in Ghosts and Gods 19
The voice was extremely old, with a rough, gritty quality, like the sound of your throat being ground against the ground, which was very unpleasant to listen to.
The young man named Zhou Ming across from them changed his expression upon hearing the voice. He had great respect for the owner of the voice, put away the flag in his hand, and without looking at Zhao Yunnan and the others, turned around and opened the wooden door of the thatched hut.
It was dark inside the door, and they couldn't see anything clearly. The several sorcerers exchanged glances. Since they were already here, they might as well go in and take a look. With so many of them, it was impossible for them to be defeated in one fell swoop.
The group entered the thatched hut, where there was a wooden bed covered with two brand-new cotton quilts, and inside the quilts was a skeleton.
No, it was an old man who was so thin he was just skin and bones.
He was very old, thin and frail, with only skin covering his bones, a sight that sent chills down one's spine. His eyes were cloudy, and his breathing was weak, as if he were about to die at any moment.
Could this old man be the mastermind behind everything? But seeing him unable to move makes it all seem absurd.
Zhou Ming gently helped the old man on the bed up, placing two pillows behind his back. His movements were gentle and careful, so as not to bump the old man at all.
Then the old man slowly spoke: "Everyone, you've come to see Zhou Ming, right? This child is disobedient. I don't have much time left. He wanted to take me to get medical treatment, but we're poor and have no money. He must have taken those counterfeit goods to sell."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Laoqi and the others looked around and felt a pang of pity. No matter what, the old man looked truly pitiful, with hardly any flesh on his body, and he would probably die soon. If that were the case, they could somewhat understand the young man's actions.
Then the old man said, "Zhou Ming is a child I found. His father died early. My family has been kilns for generations, and I passed on the craft to him, hoping he could earn a living. Cough cough cough."
A heart-wrenching cough rang out, and the old man coughed as if he was about to pass out. Zhou Ming fed him half a cup of water, and he finally recovered. He said in a hoarse voice, "This kid is smart and learns quickly. He learned everything in no time. There were some old junk items in my house that were passed down from my ancestors. He took them and repaired them, and he actually fixed them. He even sold them for a lot of money. That's how I got the money to buy medicine."
The old man closed his eyes, seemingly reluctant to speak, and said, "I know it's a lie, but there's nothing I can do. He lied to others for the sake of an old man like me, so I can't bear to scold him."
After saying this, he gently stroked Zhou Ming's head, showing deep affection for his child.
Lin Qinghuang and the others fell silent, unsure of what to do.
Yao Weiwei asked, "Then where did he learn his evil magic from?"
Zhou Ming's face turned fierce, and he roared at them, "I learned that from a book I picked up on the mountain. It has nothing to do with my grandfather. Get out of here!"
The Taoist priests present were speechless. No wonder this young man had white hair at such a young age; it turned out he had become a monk halfway through his life and had suffered a backlash.
Ah, no wonder that person asked them to come today! They must be there to teach this kid a lesson and reform him!
Everyone looked at the grandfather and granddaughter on the bed again; their expressions had softened considerably. Just then, a clear, melodious female voice said:
"Tsk, that's a well-crafted story."
Luo Shu appeared in mid-air. Today she was wearing a fitted floral dress, her black hair was braided into two braids and hung down her shoulders. With her fair skin, red lips, black hair and slender waist, if you ignored the yin energy around her, she was truly a rare beauty.
Then Zhou Ming seemed to be lifted up by an invisible hand. His face was flushed, his legs were kicking wildly in the air, and he was almost rolling his eyes back.
Luo Shucai waved her hand and threw the person into the corner.
Then, looking at the dying old man on the bed with disgust, she said with a mocking tone, "The fortune teller who suppressed the souls of hundreds of anti-Japanese soldiers back then, making them suffer in this deep mountain forest every day, unable to reincarnate or return to their hometown, has now ended up in such a wretched state. Tsk tsk tsk, serves him right!"
As soon as Luo Shu said this, the heads of another group of people were buzzing. What did she mean by "suppressing the heroic souls of the anti-Japanese soldiers"? Wasn't this just being a traitor?
They had almost been fooled by the old man. Zheng Laoqi and the others felt a little hot on their faces, realizing they had almost been deceived again. Then came an unusual anger. They were all from Huaguo, and everyone remembered that era of war and chaos. The destruction of the country and the loss of their homes were not just empty words, but an indelible pain in the hearts of countless people.
The old man in front of me is actually a traitor.
Serves them right; they deserve to have come to this.
When the old man saw Luo Shu appear, a look of fear flashed in his eyes, followed by greed. What a powerful ghost! If he could be devoured, his lifespan would be extended by several years.
That's right, this old man is the fortune teller who worked for the Japanese back then, known as the fortune teller, who was also the traitor who used the rosewood box possessed by the schoolteacher to suppress the spirits of the anti-Japanese soldiers.
As for why he lived on this mountain? Because this mountain was the burial place of the soldiers.
Luo Shu didn't even glance at the old man, seemingly disgusted that he had polluted her eyes. She reached out and grabbed a wisp of soul from a jar in the corner. It was a dark, eerie wisp, even less solid than the yin energy surrounding Luo Shu.
Luo Shu infused the ghost with some power, and it finally gained a ethereal physical form. This ghost was surprisingly seven-tenths similar to Zhou Ming.
Zhou Ming, who was in the corner, suddenly became heavy-hearted. This ghost was his father. Zhou Ming struggled to get up, but failed. He crawled to the ghost's side, and the ghost seemed to recognize him, leaving behind a line of bloody tears.
Zhou Ming burst into tears. The bond between father and son was deep. It goes without saying how much suffering he had endured after his father's death, but what he missed most was seeing his father again, not that cold, bloodied body lying on the wooden plank, lifeless.
Luo Shu's voice was eerie, as if she were sighing: "Your father was long ago turned into a ghost by him. He is still constantly absorbing the power of your father's soul to nourish himself. As for your father's death, it is also related to him. The evil book of magic that you accidentally picked up was also his doing. As for why? Of course, it's because your young and vibrant body is naturally the best target for him to possess next."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ming's eyes turned bloodshot with hatred, his teeth clenched so hard they cracked, and the veins on his neck bulged. He naturally wouldn't believe Luo Shu's one-sided story, but his father's spirit was the best evidence, leaving him no choice but to believe it.
The old man on the bed stopped pretending. He casually lifted the quilt, revealing a slightly ferocious look on his dried skin. He laughed and said, "Tsk, I was almost successful, but you, this roadblock, thwarted my plans."
"Then I'll send you all off together today."
Then the old man activated his magic, and several blood-red ghosts flew out of the jar in the corner and pounced on the crowd. They were all fierce ghosts, and all of them had died violent deaths. The old man had a lot of lives on his hands and was deeply sinful.
Luo Shu was not afraid. She condensed ghostly energy into chains and with a wave, the fierce ghosts were scattered. The old man saw that Luo Shu was not easy to deal with, so he released many more ghosts. He wanted to take this opportunity to sneak away. He realized that this trip might not end well.
Luo Shu annihilated these ghosts one by one. These were all mindless beings who had been turned into vengeful spirits. Even if they went to the Yama's Palace, they would only end up being reduced to ashes.
As for why Zhou Ming's father still retained a sliver of consciousness, it was probably to teach Zhou Ming how to make those porcelains. The old man was corrupted by the evil magic and certainly couldn't go down the mountain to earn money. He needed a source of income, and Zhou Ming was the best candidate for that.
Before he could escape, Luo Shu used ghostly chains to bind him, and then had Lin Qinghuang and the others summon underworld officials to take this wicked cultivator away for judgment.
Zhao Yunnan took the initiative to summon the underworld officials. If it weren't for Luo Shu's presence, they would have suffered a great loss at the hands of this old man.
The vengeful spirits released by this old man were all formed during the war years. They were extremely ferocious to begin with, and after being raised for so many years, they have no ability to escape unscathed.
I really have to thank Luo Shu!
Zhao Yunnan did not summon the Black and White Impermanence, but ordinary underworld messengers. When they arrived, they saw that the yin energy here was so strong, so they quickly called their superiors. They only went in together after the two messengers arrived.
This put Zhao Yunnan inside in a very awkward position. He summoned a ghost messenger, but it took him most of the day to arrive. It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that the Black and White Impermanence appeared in the thatched hut, and Zhao Yunnan managed to save face a little.
The Black and White Impermanence bowed to Luo Shu first. Seeing that the Yin God's divine spark on his body was even more solid, they were secretly shocked. This person was truly terrifying. His cultivation speed was simply incredible!
Then Xie Bi'an saw the evil cultivator on the ground and said coldly, "Wang Dashan was born in Nan'an in 1920. He later practiced evil magic and killed 73 people. His sins are heinous. He will be taken to the Yama's Palace for trial immediately."
Fan Wujiu added, "Thank you all for your help."
The other Taoist priests returned the greetings repeatedly, saying that they hadn't been of much help.
Luo Shu added, "There are still many heroic spirits suppressed in this mountain. Take them back with you to be reincarnated."
She had already lifted the restrictions set by the evil cultivator years ago, and several heroic spirits were rescued. They solemnly saluted Luo Shu and the Taoist priests before following the Black and White Impermanence to their final rest.
As for the remaining incomplete souls that could not be reincarnated, they would have to rely on Lin Qinghuang and the others. Only now did the Taoist priests realize why Luo Shu had brought them up.
It's to recite the Rebirth Sutra to help these souls find peace!
While the Taoist priests were chanting sutras on the ground, Zheng Laoqi, following Luo Shu's instructions, made a call to the police. Well, so that's why he brought the three of them here.
Hey, that's really making the most of everything!
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