"Eight paper mache people, who lured me into the Grave Mountain Range, spoke to me about the Ghost World. They even said that my teacher's lonely grave was not cleaned, and they enticed me to go up the mountain."
"But I didn't understand what the Ghost World was saying, and since a friend was by my side, suggesting we ask a scholar for advice, I decided against it."
These few words were half true and half false, and they also implicated Old Gong.
I also don't want Shao Zhi to discover that you are a ghost, lest you should be considered innocent but bear the guilt of possessing a valuable treasure.
"Some points." Shao Zhi micro squinted eyes, fingers gently tapping the desktop.
There was a hint of doubt in his eyes: "He seems to be an expert in yin-yang, yet he teaches techniques from the nine professions. It seems he believes you have some potential, but since your fate is to cross the yin world, you won't be able to become his disciple."
"Over life and death fate... Nine schools of arts..."
"Do you know all the nine schools of arts!?" Shao Zhi's pupil contracted again. As he looked at me, his eyes suddenly had a burning gaze!
For some reason, I had a sudden feeling of plummeting emptiness in my chest.
Even though I've been hiding a lot of things, it feels as though my own secrets are being uncovered.
"My young friend, you have nothing to fear. I'm just asking, and besides, since we are to cooperate, there should be no barriers between us. Do you agree with that?"
Shao Zhi's words were heartfelt.
I then confessed without hiding anything, nodded, indicating my admission.
In fact, I have never hidden the techniques of the nine schools of arts from anyone.
There is no need to hesitate in front of Shao Zhi.
"Oh, I see."
Shao Zhi took a deep breath before saying: "I will make another guess. Your teacher must have a close relationship with your family, right?"
My pupils constricted slightly again, and a cold sweat began to seep through my back.
However, since things have come to this point, I can only nod.
Shao Zhi shook his head, the heat in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a sense of regret.
"In this world, yin and yang are separated. There are different roles for the life and death of a person."
"In fact, the fate of those who manifest the yang spirit is often a label they paste on their own faces. Manifesting the yang spirit is a realm, a very high realm."
"Most people with yang fate who claim to have the yang spirit's fate, are actually expressing their longing to reach the realm of manifesting the yang spirit. Over time, this yang spirit's fate is passed down from generation to generation, and as a result, those with yang fate become those who manifest the yang spirit."
"However, there is a kind of yang fate, born with extremely Yang energy, destined to become a manifestor of the Yang spirit in the future!"
"It is only with such a fate that one can truly be called a manifestor of the Yang spirit!"
"Yin must come from Yang, and Yang must come from Yin. Your nine arts of the lower reaches, your 'crossing the yin world' fate, belongs to Yin. However, it is a pity that your fate might be one thread short, causing it not to transform into manifesting the yang spirit. Or, it could be that your Yang fate is too heavy and has reached its limit, becoming a fate of crossing the yin world."
"This is the most regrettable thing. Similarly, it is the highest joke played on you by the mysterious forces of heaven."
With that, Shao Zhi sighed softly again and said, "My young friend, do not be angry. It's just that I am accustomed to speaking without hesitation."
"These things, long ago hidden in the dust of time, are also why I like collecting artifacts. Sometimes, people would also bring me books, after studying them for a long time, I could reveal their secrets."
"And your master should be an extremely respected yin-yang scholar. He may have known your fate might sway here before you were born."
"You narrowly missed your fate, but he had to take you as a disciple because before you were born, he should have made some kind of promise."
Frankly, the emotion that crossed my mind in that instant was a strong sense of panic.
My face showed no change in expression, but I now dare not say a single word.
A master of manifesting the yang spirit, just a yin ritual master, was able to analyze so much from my half-truths and half-lies?
I'm afraid I might say something else that would reveal my plague fate.
You see, he was just a thread away from revealing the very nature of my fate.
Actually, this thread isn't wrong. It's just that my fate of manifesting the yang spirit has been taken away...
"According to Jia, the mountain you are going to is a coffin mountain."
"The paper figures holding souls, and their words to you, are to lure you into the mountain?"
Shao Zhi once again opened his mouth, but shook his head and said, "I believe there must be other factors at play."
"The Eight Immortals carrying a coffin and sending off the dead to the other side should, by all accounts, be benevolent ghosts."
"But the fact that you feel lured means that there is a problem with the Eight Immortals. There must be one among them that is not problematic."
"The things he told you about the Ghost World represent that the place you are going to has a corpse immortal."
"A corpse immortal is definitely not your master."
"He is warning you not to go up the mountain."
Shao Zhi's words made my heart skip a beat.
So that's what the old guy meant!
So, another question arises.
But if the mountain is a coffin mountain and the old guy's guidance is that of a corpse immortal, how do we find Lao Qin?
Just as I was thinking this, another chill ran down my spine.
That's not right.
Lao Qin should have already been controlled. That is to say, finding the corpse immortal is actually finding Lao Qin's corpse.
I remained silent, just looking at Shao Zhi, my eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.
"Young friend, it's normal that you don't understand. After all, what you want is very simple: to ensure that your master's grave remains undisturbed, right?"
"What's happening before your eyes has led you to believe that something has gone wrong, hasn't it?" Shao Zhi continued.
I nodded vigorously, indicating that he was right.
"It's all right, I'll go with you. Once we take away that corpse immortal, your master will naturally be safe."
"According to protocol, a yin-yang scholar is a level higher than me, and since the elders are unwell, as a younger disciple, it is my duty to eliminate some dangers, and I believe this will bring blessings."
Shao Zhi's words helped to calm my mind even more.
"Thank you, Mr. Shao." I bowed my hands and expressed my gratitude in full.
Afterward, Shao Zhi told me that he needed to do some preparations and it might take one to two days, I could stay here and wait for him, or I could go ahead with my own business and leave a contact, he would find me at that time.
I had originally intended to wait here, but there are some arrangements to be made with Tang Quan. I can't just leave him in Dangxiang City.
After exchanging contact information with Shao Zhi and explaining that I had an elder who needed to make some arrangements, I left Shao Zhi's home.
The sunlight was even brighter.
The wind blowing down from the city mountains was cool and eerie, and the air scattered from the river section carried a touch of freshness and coolness.
Being counteracted by this sunlight, it actually made people feel refreshed and rejuvenated.
The place where the yin ritual master lives can also be considered a Feng Shui treasure land.
As I walked along the roadside, waiting for a taxi, I took out the circular object given to me by Shao Zhi.
I was lost in thought.
Old Qin has said that to do business, it requires compensation.
Mao San had also implicitly and explicitly demonstrated that point.
It seems that the value of the pottery person is too high, combined with the corpse immortal in the coffin mountain, which is what Shao Zhi wants, so he gave me such an item to avoid any backlash.
It can suppress the manifestation of vengeful ghosts for a while...
This reminded me of Han Chu in the safety zone of Qi village...
Just as a car was passing by from beside me, I immediately waved my hand to stop it.
By the time I returned to the hotel where I was staying with Tang Quan, it was almost mid-afternoon.
As soon as I knocked, the door was abruptly opened.
What I saw upon entering was not Tang Quan.
It was an angry face.
A healthy wheat-colored complexion, short hair hanging down to the ears.
A dainty and agile figure, with exaggerated curves. Her breathing became more and more labored, making her curves even more pronounced.
"Luoxian Shen!"
"Mobile phone for you, is it a brick? You didn't answer my call for one hundred times!"
