novelraw Chapter 700 - Capítulo 700: 684: So What If This Knowledge Is Not Broad
Chapter 700 - Capítulo 700: 684: So What If This Knowledge Is Not Broad
Capítulo 700: Chapter 684: So What If This Knowledge Is Not Broad
To take an uncommon path, then let’s tread the Yin Road.
Yan Qishan has walked this road for the second time, well-prepared psychologically, and stuck close to Qin Liuxi, yet it was difficult for Wen Fulin and Zhang Hua, who had notions of strange forces and gods etched deep into their bones.
They never thought that the road Qin Liuxi would take was a Ghost Road, which was even more terrifying than the ghostly face on Zhang Hua’s back.
Especially when they walked and walked until Qin Liuxi halted their advance. With this pause, the ghosts with their bizarre deaths swarmed towards them like wolves drawn to flesh.
If it weren’t for their fear of Qin Liuxi, the Little Evil God of the Yin Road, the several living persons might have been torn to pieces.
“Why aren’t we going?” Zhang Hua huddled his head, crying out loud.
Annoyed by his wailing, Qin Liuxi sealed his mouth and said, “Why go? Blocking the way and causing a delay at an inauspicious time, do you want to die?”
What does that mean?
A burst of celebratory noise arises.
Yan Qishan looks curiously over, sees a string of red lanterns emerging at the end of the Yin Road, and can’t help but exclaim.
“Is this… a ghost marriage procession?”
Wen Fulin shivers and takes a glance. Although he’s curious, the tone of his good friend worries him more, “Why are you so excited?”
Darn it, to what part did he recite Confucius’ words just now?
Oh my god, that ghost over there actually pulled out his entire tongue and is twirling it around in his hand.
Wen Fulin keeps swallowing his saliva, this indeed is the unforgettable and eye-opening experience his old friend talked about. He’ll never forget this adventure even till death, but he’d rather not have this kind of eye-opening experience.
The wedding procession soon arrives nearby.
“Bow your heads,” says Qin Liuxi to the group.
Yan Qishan hurriedly pulls his friend behind him and bows their heads.
The leader, a groom riding on a Paper Horse, comes to the forefront, dismounts, and greets Qin Liuxi with cupped hands, “Many thanks, Lord, for making way.”
“Wish you a century of good union,” Qin Liuxi closes her eyes.
The groom smiles even happier and says, “Thank you for your auspicious words.”
Zhang Hua can’t help but look up; the groom, with his ferocious face, becomes even more terrifying as he smiles, and as he looks up, the little ghosts carrying the palanquin all turn to look at him, with faces white as chalk, red lips and cheeks, rigid as ever, and all grin at him.
Thud.
He eventually faints to the ground in fear.
The ghosts and goblins have their eyes fixed, it’s the best moment for possession as a living person has passed out.
Just as they are eagerly getting restless, Qin Liuxi casts a glance over.
The ghosts are terrified.
Scared now.
Can’t they just walk down the road?
The wedding procession soon disappears into the night sky, and it’s then that Qin Liuxi looks toward Zhang Hua, who had fainted on the ground, and says with disgust, “Troublesome.”
Wen Fulin looks at his son-in-law with complex emotions.
For one, he feels it’s his own doing; for another, he actually feels fainting might be a blessing in disguise, for at least there’s no need to fear this road anymore.
“You, come over and possess him,” Qin Liuxi casually signals to a ghost, coincidentally the one playing with his tongue.
“Lord, you call me.”
“Put your tongue back in before talking, possess his body, and carry him to the end of the road,” Qin Liuxi says disdainfully.
“Alrighty.”
The Tongue-cutting Ghost stuffs his tongue back in, leaps onto Zhang Hua’s body, then staggers to his feet.
Wen Fulin and Yan Qishan: “!”
“I want to faint too,” Wen Fulin says with a hoarse voice.
Yan Qishan pinched him hard: “Bite your tongue, hold your breath. If you pass out, we wouldn’t know whether the one that possesses you is male or female.”
Qin Liuxi said with a smile that was not quite a smile: “Don’t think that being possessed in my stead so I can walk this path is something good. Once possessed, the body will carry yin energy and is more likely to become weak. Of course, if you wish, I don’t mind.”
Wen Fulin: No, I don’t want that anymore!
The group continued moving forward. The Tongue-cutting Ghost that had possessed Zhang Hua became talkative, incessantly chatting with Wen Fulin and Yan Qishan.
“I’ve been dead for so long, I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be warm. It’s really comfortable.”
“This body has a good build, it’s just a bit smelly.”
Wen Fulin and Yan Qishan turned their heads to glance over, saw him fumbling over his body and even placing his hand in his crotch, both their faces turned dark.
“Good physique, but this bird leaves something to be desired. It wasn’t as big as mine when I was alive.”
Wen Fulin and Yan Qishan: “!”
Is this what they wanted to hear?
But the reality was that they listened to such talk all the way until they arrived at Zhang Mansion, and only then did they feel like they were finally relieved.
Wen Fulin felt somewhat dazed, looking at the Zhang Mansion before him, they actually arrived in less than an hour.
So fast.
But also so miserable.
He looked towards Zhang Hua and sighed, this son-in-law was done for.
This night at the Zhang Family was destined to be unsettled.
From the scene of Zhang Hua, who had entered into marriage with the Wen Family, appearing at night in a ghastly manner, to the lights blazing bright in the main courtyard, with the heart-wrenching cries and shrill curses of Mrs. Zhang echoing, all made the Zhang family tighten their necks, close their doors and windows, and dare not pry.
And in the second half of the night, several horse-drawn carriages left from the corner gate of the Zhang Mansion, exiting the city gates, heading toward the ancestral graveyard in the outskirts.
Zhang Hua, holding Zhang Zhe’s spirit tablet, started kowtowing at the foot of the mountain, kneeling all the way to his grave with a face covered in pox.
“Junior Temple Master, by doing this, will my son truly dispel his resentful energy and be reborn?” Mrs. Zhang asked with hatred in her eyes, staring at Zhang Zhe, wishing she could flay him alive.
“If he is making such a request, then naturally he will.” Qin Liuxi said, yawning.
Mrs. Zhang started crying again. Her poor child, she knew her Zhe died wrongfully, but lamented the lack of evidence, never expecting he would die in such a way and had still not been reborn.
Zhang Hua reached the grave of Zhang Zhe and fainted from exhaustion.
Mrs. Zhang was not going to let it easy on him; she directly ordered the servants to draw blood from his philtrum to wake him up.
Zhang Hua looked at Qin Liuxi: “I’ve done it.”
Qin Liuxi didn’t bother to chat, took out a silver needle, and directly cut open the Ghost Face Sore on his back while reciting the Supreme Miao Scripture for transcendence.
The resentful energy of Zhang Zhe gradually dissipated as the scripture flowed, until the recitation was finished, then he burst out from Zhang Hua’s back, still in the guise of a little noble child dressed in fine clothes, coming before Mrs. Zhang and Lord Zhang to kneel down: “Your son was playful and unruly, unfilial.”
Mrs. Zhang was heartbroken, bursting into tears.
Lord Zhang was also teary-eyed, looking at Zhang Hua with a sharp gaze.
Zhang Hua bowed his head, clutching the mud on the ground. He could feel the sore on his back not as painful as before, but why couldn’t his heart find peace?
Qin Liuxi saw a streak of light on the horizon and said, “Dawn is near, it’s time to go. Once the sunlight emerges, your soul will weaken.”
Wei Xie had already appeared, muttering upon seeing her: “Running out for a whole day, and now you summon me just to work.”
“Shut up, send him off properly.”
Wei Xie immediately fell silent, lazily leaning against a tree.
“My son is leaving.” Zhang Zhe kowtowed three more times to Mrs. Zhang and the others: “I’ll repay your kindness in the next life.”
Mrs. Zhang cried her heart out, watching Zhang Zhe walk towards Wei Xie, disappearing from sight, and completely passed out.
Qin Liuxi recited a segment of the Rebirth Scripture, and in the Void, a speck of Merit Golden Light settled into her spiritual platform.
The sun rose from the east.
Daylight had arrived.