Chapter 207
Chapter 207
Strangely, Second Uncle found this perfectly normal. Liu Ye was a nuclear warhead. Handling a few creatures like these should be effortless.
He even felt fortunate that John had invited Liu Ye. Without him, the family might have paid a terrible price this time.
Liu Ye looked at him curiously.
“Second Uncle, why did the convoy stop for no reason?”
Second Uncle said nothing.
“There was a problem, but now there isn’t.”
Liu Ye stared at him in confusion.
The convoy resumed its journey. Along the way, the bound yellow weasels woke one after another. The moment they saw Liu Ye, they huddled together and wailed.
“Waaaah!”
The old monk riding in the same car had compassion for living creatures and could not bear the sight.
“Amitabha. Patron Liu, Heaven cherishes all life. What you are doing is rather improper.”
Liu Ye froze, then said with a troubled expression, “Master, I plan to sell them for money. I know they’re noisy, but if you want me to cut out their tongues, they won’t fetch a good price.”
“That is not what this poor monk meant!”
“Master, please calm down! Master!”
Everyone hurried to soothe the old monk. The Driver pulled Liu Ye aside.
“Don’t provoke him too much. That monk is nearly a hundred years old. If you anger him to death, we might have to pay compensation again.”
“But Big Brother, I didn’t provoke him. He was the one who said-”
“All right, all right. I understand. But you have to consider his age. Elderly people can’t stand the sight of things like this.”
Liu Ye nodded. That was true. He was a good child who respected the old and cared for the young.
“Then what do you think I should do, Master?”
The old monk calmed himself, then slowly said, “Amitabha. Patron Liu, as the saying goes, of the fifty paths of Heaven, forty-nine remain and one escapes. Why not capture some and release some, thereby accumulating a little hidden merit?”
Enlightenment dawned on Liu Ye. A master truly had more solutions than ordinary people.
“Driver, please stop the car!”
“What are you doing?”
Everyone looked at him in confusion.
“Didn’t the master say there aren’t enough? I should bring the number up to forty-nine, stew one, then catch some more and release some. But Master, if I do all that, we’ll need more than a hundred. I’m afraid this mountain may not have enough.”
Liu Ye thought the hearts of monastics were truly ruthless.
“That is not what this poor monk meant!”
“Master! Master, calm down! You cultivate tranquility meditation, remember? Master!”
“Quickly! Bring some fast-acting heart pills for the master!”
“Master, have some water.”
Everyone frantically tried to soothe the old monk again. They were terrified that if he died, no one would remain to oversee the grave-relocation ceremony.
“Waaaah!”
The captured yellow weasels cried even harder.
They had thought the old monk was a good man. Instead, he was even more vicious. Liu Ye merely wanted to capture their nest; this bald old donkey wanted to exterminate their entire clan!
After a long while, the old monk said weakly, “Patron Liu, this poor monk… did not mean that.”
“Then what did you mean?”
Liu Ye felt the monk took far too long to make a simple point.
The Driver chimed in, “Master, I have to criticize you too. If you have something to say, just say it plainly. Why bury it in fancy quotations? He can’t understand any of that.”
The master let out a long breath and said even more weakly, “A… A… Amit…”
“Master, you don’t have to say any more. I understand!”
Seeing that the master could barely breathe, Liu Ye hurriedly assured him that he understood.
“You truly understand?” the Driver asked uneasily.
“Of course. Didn’t you hear him? ‘I’m starving.’ Second Uncle’s family really should have prepared some food before a long trip. Still, don’t worry, Master. We may not have rice, but we have yellow weasels. I’ll make you some weasel sashimi.”
The Driver stared at him.
“Waaaah! The bald old donkey is evil!”
The yellow weasels cried even harder.
The old monk had never endured such torment. Nearly a century of cultivation almost collapsed beneath Liu Ye’s assault. His breath failed him, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
“Master!”
“Master!”
Chaos erupted inside the vehicle. A short while later, the convoy stopped again. Second Uncle came back from the front and asked in confusion, “What happened this time?”
The master was carried out by his disciple and the Driver, his face pale and his eyes closed. Second Uncle immediately asked nervously, “What happened to him? Is he carsick?”
“Uh… he’s people-sick,” the Driver said, unable to meet Second Uncle’s eyes.
“People-sick?”
“That isn’t important. What matters is moving the master to another car. If he rides with Liu Ye again, I’m afraid he’ll die on the way.”
Second Uncle fell silent.
Nearby, Liu Ye pouted as he released the yellow weasels, muttering as he worked.
“If you wanted me to release them, you should have said so. Why talk in circles? Then you faint and everyone blames me.”
The yellow weasels vanished into the mountain after a few bounds. It was said that the animals were never seen on that mountain again.
The convoy continued and finally reached its destination shortly before noon. They were already far from Huicheng. Dead trees surrounded them, their trunks and branches resembling the claws of demons.
This was the site of the Zhao family’s ancestral grave. The moment they arrived, every master’s expression changed.
“Th-this is impossible…”
A fortune-teller holding a compass cried out in shock.
He had visited this site before. Its feng shui had once been exceptional. Mountains encircled it on both sides like the five fingers of a cupped hand.
Such terrain ordinarily did not produce good feng shui. What made it special was the towering ancient tree at the center of the five fingers. Its presence transformed the entire configuration into the pattern of an Immortal Supporting a Pagoda.
The Zhao family’s ancestral graves lay beneath the ancient tree.
This master had originally selected the site. Yet now, all five surrounding peaks had collapsed, and the ancient tree in the center was completely dead.
What had once been an excellent feng shui site had become a place of calamity.
“Master Wang, you can see it for yourself. Someone is targeting us,” Second Uncle said with a sigh.
“We have no wish to disturb our ancestors, but all of you can see the situation. We have no choice. Masters, please help us invite the Zhao ancestors out first.”
He had already prepared a new auspicious burial site. All that remained was to exhume the ancestors and send them there.
The process required strict observances. The slightest mistake could cause a great disaster.
That was why he had invited so many masters.
“Very well. We were entrusted with this task, and we will see it through. Since we have come, we will certainly help you resolve the problem.”