Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 93 When people are about to die, even mutes can speak

"He is no longer a threat. He probably has some unfulfilled wishes and wants to explain something. You ask them to come in. I will take care of them here."

Shi Wangchen became interested in the dying old man.

It is very rare for a monk to fall into such a situation.

The entire front and back of the yard were under the care of his spiritual consciousness. He carefully "looked" at a locust tree planted in the backyard that covered half of the roof.

Simple Shinto means are arranged at the tree branches to facilitate the entry and exit of ghosts.

It can also be used to cover the leakage of Yin energy.

Now that the life of the weird old man is coming to an end, the vitality of the locust tree is also draining, and it cannot serve as a cover.

Xu Yuanchang went out and greeted: "Young patriarch, please come in. There is also a man named Dong Man. Please go and invite him personally."

Wei Donghe asked a nurse to call Wei Dongman quickly. He walked to the door and asked in a low voice: "How is it?"

Others rushed to the entrance of the courtyard and peeped inside. They saw an old man dressed in black sitting in the main room, dressed in strange and weird clothes, and they were too gloomy to look at him.

Xu Yuanchang whispered: "He is not going to die soon. He may be asking you to explain something."

Wei Donghe used his eyes to stop other people's resentment and complaints, and waited quietly. He also wanted to understand why Wei Mingtao wanted to raise ghosts, caused such an incident, and almost killed two mages the night before.

After a while, a middle-aged man with big muscles and a round waist ran from the east, making a "dong-dong" sound on the ground.

"Young patriarch, what's the matter?"

"It's your uncle who has trouble with you. Let's go in."

Wei Donghe gave a simple explanation, stretched out his hand to greet Taoist Master Xu, and followed him into the courtyard. After taking a few steps, he immediately felt the strange coldness in the courtyard.

When the middle-aged man saw so many young men and young men gathered around the door, including Taoist Xu, he probably guessed some clues, and his face suddenly darkened.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the strange old man in the hall opened his eyes and whispered: "Two fellow Taoists, please come in and sit down. Young patriarch and Dong Man, you stay on the eaves and steps. The room is cold and cold, and you can't stand it."

Wei Donghe looked slightly surprised and remained silent without saying anything.

Shi Wangchen's eyes signaled Xu Yuanchang to stay outside, and he walked in alone, pacing and looking around: "Everyone is here, you can tell us what's going on."

The middle-aged strong man was shocked when he realized it, and stuttered: "Uncle... when will you be able to speak? It's only been two days since you came. How did you become like this?"

The old man's skull-like eye sockets twitched, revealing a particularly terrifying smile, showing unprecedented ease, and said:
"I am not mute. I have always been able to speak. I adhere to certain rules for cultivating good spirits. I live in seclusion here and cannot speak. It doesn't matter if I am about to die.

"The old tree near the tomb is bleeding. I painted it on it at night. It has nothing to do with anyone else. It's just to invite the wise master. I have something to entrust."

The middle-aged man shouted: "Old uncle, your legs and feet are not strong, how can you walk to the tomb mountain? A few nights ago, the village arranged for village warriors and guardians to take turns guarding the old tree near the old tree, all night long, No one has been caught. You can't walk safely like this. How can you avoid them and do things? Don't get into trouble by messing around."

The old man looked at his nephew who was outside and scolded him with a smile: "You brat, I used to travel around a lot when I was young. I was really good at it. You can hit eight with one hand like this... Okay, don't interrupt. Don't let the matter be finished." I’m so mad at you kid.”

The middle-aged man with a sinewy face sighed.

In fact, I already believe it in my heart, but I feel it is unbelievable.

The old man looked at Xu Yuanchang and explained in a low voice: "My nephew is a butcher. He knows that I like to eat pig blood and sheep blood. Whenever I receive a slaughter job, he will definitely give me some fresh pig blood and sheep blood. In fact, I have another purpose."

Xu Yuanchang understood that raising ghosts requires fresh blood, and asked: "Why did you use such a method to lure us here?"

The old man stopped circling, pointed to the northeast, and said: "There is a barren mountain three miles outside the village. A monster came here not long ago. It stayed here and stayed there, intending to spy on Xiahe Village. I am too old to deal with it, but I would like to thank fellow Taoist Xu for your help."

Shi Wangchen's eyes suddenly lit up and he shouted, "You've invited the right person. We specialize in killing monsters."

When he looked at this weird old man now, he felt much more pleasing to the eye.

The old man wrapped in black robe gasped and said with a smile: "I haven't returned to my old business for many years. I have a 'good spirit' in my body. I am mute and lame. I live behind closed doors. I want to live a stable life for a few more years. Two years ago, There was an evil cult harming people in our village. I only heard about it afterward, so I paid attention to the rising star in the neighboring village.

"Later, after discussing with the good spirit, we released the good spirit from the yard and patrolled the whole village at night to prevent any evil spirits from causing trouble again. We should do good deeds to accumulate virtue for the next life. Anyway, we don't have much time, so I didn't expect it. I really encountered a monster.

"After a few fights, the fuel was exhausted and the lamp was exhausted, so I had to use special methods to recruit people.

"I couldn't leave the village for a long time, and I was worried that I was entrusting someone to someone else, so I used some means to test it.

"Those who raise good spirits are not all bad people. They may have other reasons... There is money under the bed in the bedroom. I will take five hundred taels from Dongman and give all the rest to the ancestral hall to cultivate the clan fields and support the orphans, widows and weak. Please ask the young clan leader to be a Witness, this stinky skin bag... burn it and it will be over." The old man had closed his eyes and huddled in the large armchair, and there was a faint black air above his head that overflowed and dissipated.

"I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Thirty years later, I will finally be free. Yi'er... Yi'er, here I come... We promised to live and die together, forever..."

The murmurs gradually became inaudible. The old man tilted his head and lost all his vitality.

Two thin masses of black air overflowed from the old man's head, spiraled and quickly dispersed over the house.

The hall was already as cold as an ice cave, the air was filled with cold air, a thin layer of frost had condensed on the ground, and the remaining tea on the table had frozen into ice.

As the old man passed away, the temperature in the room quickly rose.

Shi Wangchen sighed and said, "Good go, fellow Taoist!"

This is an old man with a story, who is very affectionate and sincere. For the sake of the ghost named "Yier", he used himself to nourish him. He suffered for thirty years and gave up his identity as a monk in order to live and die together and to be together in the next life.

Everyone has his or her own way, and he respects other people's choices.

Xu Yuanchang cupped his fists and saluted. He did not expect that things would be like this, so twists and turns.

He thought he was a bad guy raising ghosts, but he actually risked his life to protect the village until the last moment.

Good spirits are another name for ghosts.

Liu Xianfeng, who was sitting invisibly on the dog's back, had red eyes.

She couldn't bear to hear such tragic stories.

On the steps of the eaves, the middle-aged butcher was crying like a child. He knelt down and kowtowed, beating the ground in grief, which alarmed everyone outside the yard to look over.

Wei Donghe once heard his father talk about Uncle Ming Tao, who had been in the world for more than 20 years. He was very capable at that time, but later he retired to the countryside and became a cripple and a mute. He lost all his skills and lived in seclusion. He never left the village again. .

Feeling sad, he bowed and bowed.

From then on, there was one less silent guardian elder in the village.

Everyone outside the hospital was called in. Wei Donghe briefly told what happened, and arranged for people to go quickly to invite the old clan leader, clan elders and others. Xiahe Village was going to have a grand funeral.

Order people to build a spiritual shed, purchase food, ask magicians and Taoists to play hand pipes, and other matters.

When he finished his work and stopped, Daochang Xu, two people and a dog were missing.

Old Ding hurriedly stepped forward and told him that Taoist priest Xu had gone three miles outside the village to look for the monster that refused to leave.

"Ugh!"

Wei Donghe sighed with emotion.

"Wei Mingtao... I remembered it. No wonder this name sounds familiar. I have heard of it a long time ago. I didn't expect that he would live in seclusion in the countryside and be your neighbor."

Walking out of Xiahe Village and walking on the path, Shi Wangchen shook his head in a low voice and said: "It is not easy to get into the Solid Qi realm among casual cultivators, but I was trapped by love and gave up my two hundred years of life to feed myself with essence and blood. Ghosts, we will always be united and go to hell together... As long as he is happy."

He turned his head and glanced at Xu Yuanchang, who was silently chewing the dry bread, and said jokingly: "You have been jumping up and down for a long time, and you didn't even get a meal. You have to chew the dry food you brought to wrap your belly. How stupid are you? "

Xu Yuanchang swallowed the pancake and said: "There is no other way. A certain careless guide doesn't need to eat. He is impatient and wants to go to collect the demon. As a brother, he must stay with him until he is hungry. Just be stupid. .”

Liu Xianfeng sat on the dog's back and retorted: "My young master is called righteous. Next time something good like this happens, he won't take someone out to play, he will just make nonsense and say weird things, and he won't do any work."

Shi Wangchen laughed loudly, and instead of arguing with the sharp-tongued little girl, he kicked the yellow dog's butt that was grinning and laughing at him.

The yellow dog swung its hips and dodged, rushing forward like an arrow, leaving behind an erratic and charming laugh.

"Yuanbao, let's be the first to eat that monster and wipe it clean. Not even a hair will be left for Lao Shi. Let's see if he still dares to bully you?"

"Hey, if you have something to say, please tell me. Don't grab the monster."

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