I ignored Lao Gong.
After chirping for a while, he wanted to leave my shoulder.
The target was obvious, a slender girl in thin clothing with long legs.
I reached out, grabbed Lao Gong's head directly, and pressed him down onto my lap.
"Aiyā... Old Master... You are eating vegetarian yourself, don't block me from having a meat dish. No, don't block me from helping people... That girl has a disease." Lao Gong struggled.
"Sir is not like to say, the fate is destined? This world so many people with disease, Wei Youming is also not able to manage all, how you can help? I shake my head and said: "Each person self-swept snow before the door, do not care about others roof frost."
"Good heavens, Old Master... How have you become so cold and indifferent?" Lao Gong looked resentment-filled.
"The family of Xue is dead, we provoke Ji Kuo's disciples and grandsons, in the end it was you who 'helped people' on the high-speed train. The other party does not appreciate it, don't add more complications." I spoke with determination.
There were some people waiting for the train beside me, they looked very strange and surprised, occasionally glancing at me.
The high-speed railway station was crowded, and it was hard to avoid everyone's eyes and ears. In their eyes, I was inexplicably floating my hands on my knee and talking to the air in a serious manner.
"Mom! Look, there is a weird uncle with an old man on his knee!" A woman sitting opposite me, holding a little girl in her arms, that little girl was pointing at Lao Gong.
"Phew, don't talk nonsense!" The woman quickly covered the little girl's eyes and hurriedly stood up, heading towards a distance.
A child's eyes are the purest, able to see impurities. This is a common belief in folk stories, not without basis.
"Aiyā... No justice in the world..." Lao Gong gave up struggling, looking lost and dejected.
Of course, I know this is also the manifestation of Lao Gong's submission and cooperation. Otherwise, his current strength is actually higher than mine. I can't hold a real man of power against him.
Moreover, after the object he possesses was destroyed, Lao Gong's soul became ethereal and elusive, and he no longer resembles his former self. I can no longer use the night pot to balance him during critical moments.
This is also a potential problem.
Of course, it's not that I want to control Lao Gong, but he is easily exorcised of his soul.
Perhaps, being of a higher level, he feels indifferent and believes that no one can target him.
Cautiousness is worth a lifetime of ships, I need to find a suitable yin object for him to continue inhabiting.
Around 10:30, I boarded the high-speed train. Lao Gong was listless, only looking excitedly and muttering when women walked past me. I turned into a monk, wanting him to become a monk too, even now saving a group of monks. It's truly bland to the extreme.
Lao Gong kept talking non-stop, rather like a fly.
"Don't touch living people, I'll find one for you when they are dead." My voice was low, almost just lip movements.
"Is this true?" Lao Gong's head suddenly floated up, and his whole face was extremely excited.
I nodded slightly.
Lao Gong's expression was even more emotional, saying, "It's good to have a master like you. You care about me here. I, Lao Gong, am not someone who changes his mind easily. I originally wanted to keep that little girl from Daxian. However, Xinbo captured me and not only did he tear off my skin but also destroyed the object she possessed, causing her to perish and lose her body and soul. I am lonely now and always think of finding someone to talk to."
"Old Master, you haven't been a ghost before, try being one and you'll know. It's inconvenient everywhere. Sigh."
Seeing Lao Gong start to blabber again without rhyme or reason, I ignored him and instead sat quietly, closed my eyes, and placed my hands on my knees.
No need to sit cross-legged, but meditation can still be practiced and vitality can be accumulated.
The next morning at six o'clock, I arrived in Tongqu City. I contacted Cai Zhi's number that he gave me. The person is called Zhang Yi, and he has already been waiting for me outside the high-speed railway station.
After going out, I met Zhang Yi. He was in his early to mid forties, very energetic and agile, but there was an indistinct, mysterious aura about him. His head was slightly larger than that of an average person, which made him stand out.
I got on Zhang Yi's car and he drove towards the city. He respectfully told me that he had prepared a certain number of people in accordance with Cai Zhi's vice-priest requirement, and I could select them after inspection. We could then set off for General Mountain.
I silently recite General Mountain in my mind.
The judgment of the ghost niche is straightforward. There's a ninety percent chance that Jin Lun and the others are inside.
I reached for my phone and flipped to Wu Jinluan's number.
During this period, Shen Xiao must be the most worried about Jin Lun and Wusheng's safety.
It's a matter of feng shui, and though Lao Gong is beside me, he is a ghost after all, subject to the passage of day and night. It's only safe to have a master by my side.
The ascension cultivation site and Xinlei Ping Daoan are interdependent, like lips and teeth.
Wu Jinluan must be very willing to help out.
However, the feng shui site has been destroyed, and there must be all sorts of dangers. The master's level is not enough, and it might be easy for him to die. If Wu Jinluan comes, it's like asking a site master to take a risk. If anything goes wrong, it will be even more troublesome.
Therefore, the idea of seeking his assistance was put aside.
Tongqu is a mountainous region, and I had already noticed this on my way here. Especially within the city, there are mountains all around, as well as winding rivers meandering through the city, several urban rivers.
The ghost niche's stronghold is located at the foot of a city mountain, which is a nursing home on the surface, while their position is underground.
When I saw the people that Zhang Yi had prepared for me, there was not a single one without an extremely heavy aura, and each of them had their own unique appearance.
Not just simple manpower, these people were all carrying bulky backpacks. All the provisions needed for the mountain were ready, including food and other daily necessities.
One person exuded an aura that was slightly familiar, while the others were purely eerie. He had a bit more of a structure, as if he were a level higher than the others.
Zhang Yi's big head nodded slightly, and he waved at the person, calling out, "Wei Qing, come over quickly."
Wei Qing walked leisurely to my side and bowed.
I finally understood where the slightly familiar feeling from Wei Qing came from.
Fan Jie!
Fan Jie, the corpse raising ghost, has the aura of a master and the eerie nature of the ghost niche people.
This person's aura is identical, even more so with that particular Yin energy!
"Are you still a fengshui master?" I faintly smiled and spoke first.
"Great insight, Your Excellency!" Zhang Yi's eyes showed a slight surprise, and he looked reverent.
Wei Qing remained expressionless and said, "Reported to Your Excellency, I have a little knowledge of it, but not proficient."
"Raising ghosts should make you quite knowledgeable, then," I added.
Wei Qing's eyes showed a bit more caution.
This is actually quite simple. Fan Jie raises undead, and he travels in a car, accompanied by his own fierce undead.
Wei Qing's aura became more vague, with a strong Yin energy but weak zombie energy. This indicates that he practices Feng Shui, as well as raises ghosts.
This is truly like having someone to send a pillow when you're feeling drowsy. Just as I was thinking of not using the Feng Shui master of Ascension Dao, there's a present Feng Shui master in the Ghost Niche!
"Very good, these people, right now, we can set off." I nodded and my face was very satisfied.
