Chapter 592: Chapter 584: What Grudge Do We Have?
Daoist Taiyang’s methods are no different from raising zombies, turning the child into a walking corpse. Unsure of how far this child will go, no need to overthink, since he’s been refined, he will definitely become fiercer, more sinister, and crueler, using him as his own Life-bound Treasure.
Because the child has absorbed his parents’ essence and blood and the souls of the resentful, even if Daoist Taiyang is not dead, they are one entity, and the stronger they are, the better it is for him.
Jing Xiaosi thought of Jing Wu turning into a monster that might harm many people, and felt uneasy inside.
But it was all the sins his parents had committed, none of it blames others.
Jing Xiaosi looked at the corpse of Mrs. Niu with eyes wide open in death and said, “Junior Temple Master, will they come back to seek revenge on our Jing Family?”
“What do you think?”
Jing Xiaosi was quite worried, if it was him, he would not rest until vengeance was achieved.
Qin Liuxi glanced at Marquis Chang’an and said lightly, “Mortals, it is best not to offend Taoists, especially those with Daoist Cultivation, because once the other party operates in secrecy, you cannot compete with him at all. Just like now, if it were you, none of you could escape.”
Perhaps afraid that Marquis Chang’an’s face was not green enough, she continued, “Moreover, for Daoist Taiyang, isn’t this tantamount to his whole family being destroyed? How can this family feud not be avenged?”
Marquis Chang’an’s hair stood up as he glanced at Jing Xiaosi and gave him a look.
Jing Xiaosi frowned deeply, “Now we are in the light, he is in the dark, we are unable to guard effectively, Junior Temple Master, it’s unavoidable to trouble you with this.”
Qin Liuxi sighed, “Have you forgotten about Master Tai Cheng from Jinhua Temple?”
Jing Xiaosi was startled.
“Daoist Taiyang came from Jinhua Temple, if I were you, I would go to the Jinhua Temple Master, explain everything to him, and request his protection, something like a protective talisman.” Qin Liuxi said: “If he gives one to you, and then Daoist Taiyang really makes a move against you, hey, the backlash would be too good to see. It is telling Jinhua Temple Master about the chaos from indecision, shooting oneself in the foot.”
Marquis Chang’an felt a chill run down his spine after hearing this; she was too scheming, was this not making them fight amongst themselves, a mouth full of fur?
What kind of feud or grudge is this?
Lacking in great virtue, huh?
Marquis Chang’an subconsciously wondered if he had indeed offended this youngster before, she could solve the magic for the fourth child, she must be more powerful than Taiyang, more likely to harm someone, right?
The more he thought about it, the more he felt she had a dark heart and should be avoided.
Master Tai Cheng, who was in seclusion, suddenly felt a coldness at the back of his head, opened his eyes, and his breathing paused slightly. This feeling was familiar; could it be that youngster scheming against poor me again?
Will it ever end?
Jing Xiaosi thought carefully about Qin Liuxi’s words, and it seemed to make sense. Requesting Master Tai Cheng to come forward would also keep Daoist Taiyang from making reckless moves.
He bowed to Qin Liuxi: “Thank you, Junior Temple Master, for the advice.”
Marquis Chang’an said at this time: “Even if we were to confront the Jinhua Temple Master, Shao Temple must also have protective talismans, right?”
The sucker was hooked now.
Qin Liuxi feigned silence and finally glanced at Jing Xiaosi before ‘reluctantly’ pulling out a Thunder Struck Wood Talisman from her pouch and handing it over: “Thunder Struck Wood Protective Talisman, excels in exorcism and evil suppression, can save lives twice, given in the honor of Jing Si, a generous offer of ten thousand taels.”
Marquis Chang’an’s temples throbbed with veins; ten thousand taels, a robbery!
“Think it’s too expensive?” Qin Liuxi feigned taking it back: “Well, I wasn’t very keen to sell it anyway, we aren’t fated.”
“We are fated.” Marquis Chang’an snatched it back, certainly fated, the fate of silver coins.
Qin Liuxi reluctantly added: “Keep it close to your body.”
Marquis Chang’an solemnly placed it in his chest and looked again at the dry corpse on the bed, asking, “How should we dispose of this corpse?”
“Naturally, it should be buried, no need to worry about her coming back for you, after all, her soul has been devoured; she no longer exists.” Qin Liuxi said indifferently: “If Marquis wishes to preserve some dignity, bury her in a simple coffin, after all, a day as husband and wife warrants a hundred days of grace.”
Marquis Chang’an pursed his lips and said nothing.
Jing Xiaosi had already accompanied Qin Liuxi out.
As for the Tree Ghost, it looked longingly at Marquis Chang’an and was then lured away by Qin Liuxi.
“Lord Heavenly Master, I’ve said all there is, you wouldn’t really make me reincarnate, would you?” The Tree Ghost lamented mournfully.
Qin Liuxi said, “Who cares whether you reincarnate or not, just remember what I said. You need to follow him to Jinhua Temple and explain the matter to Master Tai Cheng.”
“Why me?” The Tree Ghost showed some resistance. “That’s a Daoist Temple, and I am just a mere old ghost. Wouldn’t it be like a lamb entering the tiger’s den?”
“Because you witnessed it, who else but you?” Qin Liuxi pointed at a paper figure. “If you possess this paper figure, you won’t fear entering the Daoist Temple.”
The Tree Ghost was still reluctant.
“Then go reincarnate.” Qin Liuxi feigned a gesture to capture his soul.
“Stop, stop, I’ll go, is that not good enough?” The Tree Ghost zipped into the paper figure and shakily stood up, even spinning around, as if fascinated by its paper body.
Qin Liuxi handed the paper figure to Jing Xiaosi, saying, “Once in the Daoist Temple, just tell the truth.”
Jing Xiaosi looked at the paper figure clinging to his arm, feeling it stiffen, yet he nodded.
Qin Liuxi then gave him a talisman to wear, saying, “Buy one, get one free.”
Jing Xiaosi smirked, responding, “I would be ungracious to refuse.”
Qin Liuxi waved and boarded the Marquis Mansion’s carriage and left.
Marquis Chang’an stepped out, called for servants to collect a corpse, hands behind his back, his face stern, saying, “Later, send the silver notes over.”
“Yes.”
Marquis Chang’an suddenly saw a small paper figure lunging towards him, which startled him so much that he hastily retreated. What kind of ghost was this?
“Marquis, it’s me, the Peach Tree Ghost.”
The paper figure could talk.
No, the Tree Ghost had possessed the paper figure and could talk.
Marquis Chang’an dodged the paper figure, saying, “There’s no time to delay, let’s head to Jinhua Temple immediately to avoid further complications.”
Jing Xiaosi nodded.
The father and son boarded the carriage, silently heading towards Jinhua Temple.
The host at Jinhua Temple saw the daunting Marquis Chang’an and felt troubled. Because of Marquis Chang’an’s arrogance, their temple’s reputation had plummeted, and now he dared to visit?
The host dropped a line that the temple master was in retreat and not seeing good people, intending to send them away, but Jing Xiaosi said, “Please tell the temple master that Daoist Taiyang has turned Jing Wu into a corpse ghost. Let the temple master decide whether to see us.”
The host was shocked, seeing that they were serious, hurriedly went to report.
Master Tai Cheng was also shocked and allowed them in. Jing Xiaosi did not beat around the bush, quickly explained their purpose, and then allowed the witness ghost to recount the events.
Master Tai Cheng looked inscrutable, only eyeing the two men and the ghost, asked, “May I boldly ask, you obviously couldn’t control this Tree Ghost yourselves, who is the Daoist friend helping you?”
Jing Xiaosi stayed cautious and silent.
“Is it a friend from Qingping Temple?” Master Tai Cheng directly addressed, noticing their changing expressions and understanding, he guessed right.
Chi Yuan, you old thief, what grudges do we have that you must interfere with me repeatedly?