Chapter 105
Chapter 105
Old Daoist Zhou’s Big Dipper Five Thunder Curse left Chen Daji completely stunned.
“Holy freaking crap!”
“That Old Daoist is that overpowered? That’s basically an area-of-effect nuke!”
Old Sixth Hui gave a disdainful laugh.
“He can only show off for that one burst. It burns through too much true yang. He’ll wilt any second now!”
Sure enough.
Not even a few minutes after Old Sixth Hui said that, Old Daoist Zhou, who had been so awe-inspiring moments ago, suddenly spat blood and collapsed onto the ritual altar with a thud.
When the surviving Yellow Turban Ghost Soldiers nearby saw this, they shrieked “chiu, chiu, chiu” and charged at him.
Hu Ping, who had just been rescued by a swarm of small animals and brought to Hua Jiunan’s side, hurriedly pleaded, “Please, esteemed Immortal Spirits, save my master!”
Hemp-clad Grandmother and Old Sixth Hui both snorted coldly and turned their heads away.
Chang Huaiyuan and the other two merely smiled without saying a word.
Hu Ping was no fool. He immediately realized the crux of the matter.
He looked pleadingly toward Hua Jiunan.
Hua Jiunan nodded lightly, then turned to Hemp-clad Grandmother with an ingratiating look.
“Grandmother, that old Daoist isn’t a bad person. Please help save him.”
Hemp-clad Grandmother let out a sinister cackle.
“My dear eldest grandson is just too kindhearted.”
“For your sake, Grandmother will help him this once!”
Two Human-skin Lantern entities led the way, while eight Red-Dressed Female Ghost attendants carried the sedan close behind.
With so many people present, Hemp-clad Grandmother deliberately intended to establish her authority. She therefore released her yin energy without holding anything back.
In an instant, black snow drifted through heaven and earth, and the murky gray moon overhead turned dark red.
The Yellow Turban Ghost Soldiers beneath the Ghost Sedan trembled in terror and dropped to their knees one after another.
Amid her eerie cackling, the Ghost Sedan floated above the ritual altar.
A withered, deathly pale hand stretched out from inside the Ghost Sedan, extending more than ten meters as it reached straight for Old Daoist Zhou.
The yellow cloth protecting the altar, painted with Daoist talismans, burst into a shower of sparks the moment it touched Hemp-clad Grandmother’s shriveled hand.
It instantly lost all effect.
The withered hand shot straight for Old Daoist Zhou’s collar.
Daoist Zhou was already unconscious, but the bronze Eight Trigrams mirror hanging over his chest automatically protected its owner, trying to block Hemp-clad Grandmother’s great hand.
“Kekeke! You think a dead object can stop Grandmother?!”
With a crack, the bronze Eight Trigrams mirror split apart. Old Daoist Zhou was lifted upside down by Hemp-clad Grandmother and brought back to Hua Jiunan’s side.
Then she flung him hard, tossing him in front of the young Daoist Hu Ping as if throwing away trash.
Although he was unconscious, Old Daoist Zhou was still slammed hard enough to cough up blood.
Chang Huaiyuan, Hu Qingshan, and the other two remained as calm as drifting clouds and gentle wind, acting as if they had seen nothing at all.
Old Sixth Hui, on the other hand, gloated openly and praised Hemp-clad Grandmother for her fine methods.
The young Daoist Hu Ping knew it was because of his earlier arrogance that these Immortal Spirits still had not calmed their anger.
So he dared feel angry but dared not speak, and hurriedly checked his master’s injuries.
At this point in the story, some honored readers may say:
Back then, it was just a tiny little matter that offended Hua Jiunan, and they even kowtowed and apologized. Did Hemp-clad Grandmother really need to take revenge like this?!
As for whether she needed to or not, that begins with the question of what ghosts are.
Ancient Daoist texts record that after a person dies, the three hun souls ascend to heaven, while the seven po souls enter the earth.
Only the Three Corpses that resided within the body during life-Peng Ju, Peng Zhi, and Peng Qiao-remain, transforming into the person’s living appearance. These are called ghosts.
Ghosts are aggregates of all negative emotions.
Of course, battle souls, heroic spirits, incense-fed gods, beings who hold official posts under heaven and earth, and a very small number of other cases are exceptions.
Therefore, the vast majority of ghosts are obsessive, selfish, and will repay even the smallest slight.
Once a ghost latches onto you, it will not stop until one of you is dead.
As for those kindhearted “ghosts” in modern movies, TV shows, and novels, they are purely artistic fabrications created to attract attention.
And an extremely irresponsible form of “artistic fabrication” at that!
Since ancient times, our country has had sayings like “Like hell I believe you” and “nothing but ghost talk.”
Among the ghosts an ordinary person can encounter, there are no good ones!
Remember that. Remember it well!
That was a digression. Let us return to the main story.
By this time, all the Yellow Turban Ghost forces across the entire mountaintop had already been routed by the Hundred-Battle Warrior Spirits led by Li Guang.
They were fleeing in all directions across the mountainside.
The unconscious Daoist Zhou also woke at this moment.
Enduring the pain of his injuries, he struggled to rise.
“Esteemed Immortal Spirits, Young Friend Jiunan, everyone, please be extremely careful. The thing inside the tomb is about to wake up!”
Hu Qingshan was puzzled and asked, “How could it be so soon? Our ancestor once said that the fierce deity was wounded by heavenly lightning and would need half a month before it could emerge!”
Daoist Zhou could barely remain standing even with Hu Ping supporting him.
“Esteemed one of the Hu Immortals and Immortal Spirits, there is something you do not know.”
“Just now, that thing inside used the scattered Nine Orifices Jade to control seven living people and send them into the tomb through the robber’s tunnel.”
“It devoured their living souls and used the seven souls to clash against the baleful energy, forcing itself to emerge ahead of time.”
When everyone heard this, they were secretly shocked.
If that was the case, wouldn’t all the methods they had prepared in advance be useless?!!
Even Eighth Master Chang began slowly backing away.
Chen Daji was puzzled and asked, “Eighth Master, what are you doing?”
Eighth Master Chang answered softly, “What else? Getting ready to run, of course!”
“Kid, Eighth Master will tell you this: the most important part of the art of escape is moving one step faster than everyone else.”
“A lot of the time, you don’t need to outrun the enemy. As long as you outrun the people beside you, you can survive…”