The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 183: Rules
Following the guidance of the one-eyed old man, Song Feng brought Uncle Jiu and the others into the corpse-carrying inn.

As soon as they entered the room, an inexplicable oppressive atmosphere suddenly fell on everyone.

Taking a quick sniff, it's as if you can smell the odor of trees and houses decaying over thousands of years, which makes people's face change slightly.

However, Song Feng, who had been following the one-eyed old man into the room, had never changed his expression.

It was as if the smell of decaying trees and houses in the room did not affect him at all:
"Many years have passed, and there are only a few corpse-driving inns of the older generation left. Only the older generation are willing to guard the ancient road..."

Looking around, I saw this seemingly magnificently built corpse-carrying inn, but it was actually completely empty inside.

The places where the coffin and the wooden bench should have been placed have long since decayed.

Only a small part of the entire corpse-driving inn showed signs of being moved by the old man, making it look desolate and sad.

After hearing what Song Feng said, the one-eyed old man looked at the rows of high stools with some reminiscence in his eyes:

"I heard from the older generation that in the past, the corpse-carrying inn was always visited by Taoists and monks, and it was extremely prosperous."

"The Corpse Driving Inn also gained some fame and recognition from the world, and gained a good reputation."

"But as time goes by, I am just a passing guest, at a loss. This corpse-driving inn won't last much longer..."

When he said this, the one-eyed old man paused, then tremblingly took out a worn-out teapot from the room and poured tea for the few people:
"The Corpse Driving Inn has not had any guests for many years, and there is no new tea. We can only chat and drink boiled water. I am sorry to have troubled so many distinguished guests."

Looking at the old teapot and teacup that had broken porcelain pieces but were still in use, Song Feng was very calm:
"This little bit of boiled water is enough. Moreover, if the Corpse Driving Inn can continue for many years, there will definitely be good fortune in the future."

"From the last era to this era, people have always been murderous and the world has turned upside down. In this era, isn't it also an opportunity for the Corpse Driving Inn lineage?"

Seeing Song Feng calmly drinking tea, the one-eyed old man also showed an ugly smile on his face:

"Your Excellency is right. Although the lineage of the Corpse Driving Inn cannot match the magical powers of many cultivators, it also has its own mysteries."

"Do you want to rest here for a while, or restart the corpse-carrying ancient road immediately?"

When he spoke to the end, the one-eyed old man also became serious.

Although Uncle Jiu thought the old man was very miserable at first, when he heard the conversation between the two, he felt as if there was something he didn't know.

So, Uncle Jiu just asked:
"Excuse me, old man, what is the difference between leaving immediately and resting here for a while?"

After hearing this, several people turned their eyes to the one-eyed old man.

Although this old man looks a little sad, but he was able to lay down roots in the world of cultivation. Which ancestor of the friendship lineage was not rich?

A lean camel is bigger than a horse. You feel sorry for other people's misery, but maybe they are secretly laughing at you for being poor.

Hearing Uncle Jiu's question, the one-eyed old man looked at Song Feng, who was standing with his hands behind his back, in surprise:
"So these guests behind you are here for the first time. In that case, I have to promote them well."

"These days, as the Corpse Driving Inn becomes increasingly desolate, life is not easy for people of our lineage..."

Seeing the one-eyed old man sighing, Song Feng shook his head, then sat down on the cushion under the shrine with ease:
"These are young people who rarely go to the mountains and forests. Daoist friends, you can chat with them when you have time."

"It's a good opportunity to let these young people know the differences in this world and understand the various forms of life..."

Looking at Song Feng, who was wearing a black robe with dark patterns on it, he had closed his eyes at this moment.

The one-eyed old man nodded meaningfully, then laughed softly:

"Hahahaha, what you said is true, my dear guest. I don't have anything else but time. So please rest here tonight."

When he said this, the one-eyed old man walked to the house next door and took out a few bowls of rice and some vegetables and placed them on the table:
"The three meals a day are a bit bitter, I hope you can bear with it."

Originally Qiu Sheng thought that this old man would have a hard time.

But when he saw the rice and some vegetables that the old man took out, he couldn't help but widen his eyes:

"One person eats three dishes for one meal? This is better than what we eat at the charity cemetery."

No one informed the old man before they came here, so it was impossible for the meals to be prepared in advance.

If that's what you say.

This means that the old man who guards the corpse-driving inn eats the white rice and the three different dishes by himself.

Still living in poverty?
If having three dishes for a meal is considered poverty, then they could be considered poor in the past.

On what day can you eat three dishes in one meal?

Nowadays, if you can eat white rice and some pickles for every meal, it can be considered a good life.

Don't judge a book by its cover. Don't judge a book by its cover.

Seeing these three side dishes, Uncle Jiu and Mamadi couldn't help but pause.

After all, this is pretty good.

"Thank you for the hospitality, this is already a feast for us."

Holding the rice in his hand, Uncle Jiu showed the demeanor of a master.

however.

After the old man put all the rice in place, he looked at the rice bowl on the table with some surprise:

"Why are there only four bowls of rice?"

Could it be that they came in a hurry and all the food in the pot was gone?
Not to mention, this is really possible.

Just when he was thinking about being humble, the one-eyed old man chuckled and then said softly:
"Dear guests, please eat first. That person has already greeted us."

When he said this, the one-eyed old man pointed in Song Feng's direction with a smile, looking very natural.

After seeing the one-eyed old man's gesture, several people nodded.

Although they didn't know when the seventh uncle told the old man that he didn't want to eat anymore, this was also good.

That way they can have something to eat too.

There were three dishes for four people, and although there was no fresh meat in the dishes, there was dried meat and lard.

But they live much better than those people outside.

While eating, the one-eyed old man kept talking. It seemed that no one had talked to him for many years, and he was a little bored:

"I can now explain to you the questions you asked just now." When he said this, the one-eyed old man paused for a moment, then tremblingly put the food on the table and spoke softly:
"If the distinguished guests just now said they wanted to leave, I would open this ancient corpse-driving road, but this road is not safe."

"It's getting late now, and many ghosts are out looking for food. Taoist friends who leave without saying goodbye don't know the rules."

When he said this, the one-eyed old man pursed his lips and then smiled at a few people.

However, when they saw his smile, everyone couldn't help but shudder.

What does it mean that a dog that bites doesn’t bark?

Originally I felt that the old man was very pitiful, thinking that he was an old man with no one to rely on who was easily bullied.

I didn't expect this to be a werewolf.

As he said, what does it mean to not know the rules?

If you don't know the rules and rush into a place full of monsters and demons, you might lose your life if you are not careful.

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu and Mamadi couldn't help but look at each other:
“Don’t underestimate the world!”

At this moment, Qiu Sheng, who had just been shoveling rice into his mouth, asked curiously:

"So, old man, what you mean is that if we leave immediately, there might be an accident on the way?"

When he said this, Qiu Sheng seemed very confident, and then he solemnly introduced the two masters beside him:

"Old man, you haven't been out for a long time, so you may not know who these two people next to me are."

"The one on the left is the famous Taoist priest Yimei in the martial arts world. He never holds back when slaying demons and monsters. He can be called a master of his generation."

"The one on the right is also a well-known Taoist in the martial arts world. He is Taoist Master Mamadi, born in Maoshan, a famous and upright sect and a great master."

"What kind of demon or monster could flutter its hands and feet in front of these two masters?"

After hearing Qiu Sheng introduce himself so solemnly, Mom gave Qiu Sheng a look that said you are very sensible.

Of course, it’s not just Mamadi.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu also gave Qiu Sheng a very praising expression.

In fact, this thing is just a test.

Just like the lackeys who often follow the young masters, they brag to each other when they meet just to see the other party's background.

You can't just brag about everything, right?

If you really encounter those eldest sons or servants of young masters who are disrespectful to you, you have to know that this is what the young master is thinking.

Instead of foolishly treating the other person as a disobedient lackey and getting close to them foolishly.

People like this may not even have the chance to count the money even if they are sold.

Seeing Qiu Sheng's proud expression, the one-eyed old man seemed a little surprised, and then he immediately cupped his hands in admiration:
"My apologies. I didn't expect that the two distinguished guests are actually masters from Mount Mao. I am really too reckless."

After bowing and saying a few words, the old man said with some sorrow:
“However, although Maoshan is a great place with a great cause, and the masters of Maoshan have extraordinary heritage, there are still many ghosts and monsters on this ancient corpse-driving road.”

"If we are not careful, I am afraid that the evil spirits and ghosts that have been hiding in the spirit world for so many years will jump out."

"These demons that roamed the spiritual world hundreds of years ago were not good people either..."

Seeing the worried look on the old man's face, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but reveal a hint of understanding in his eyes.

Then, he put down his bowl and bowed his hands in thanks:
"Thank you for your advice, fellow Taoist. We just came here with Uncle Seven. Young people are just starting out in the martial arts world and don't have much experience after all."

"I'll have to ask fellow Taoists to give me more guidance in the future and show the direction to young people."

Seeing how flexible Uncle Jiu, the successor of the Maoshan Sect, was, the one-eyed old man couldn't help but be a little surprised:

"No, no, I just lived a few years in vain. If you are an honored guest, I will not hide anything you want to know."

Seeing that everyone had finished their meal, the one-eyed old man put away the bowls and then used some spring water to wash the bowls.

At this time, he did not look at Song Feng who was sitting cross-legged on the futon in the corpse-driving inn, but instead looked at Uncle Jiu and the others present:
"It's getting late. Please go to bed quickly, my dear guests. And remember, no matter what you hear tonight, do not leave the room."

"There are some taboos in the corpse-driving inn. Some distinguished guests may come to take a walk at night. I hope you will not bump into them."

When he said this, the one-eyed old man took out a few sticks of incense from the shrine next to him:

"If there is any unusual movement in the room, just light some incense and candles. Some things will pass if you wait."

After sending a few sticks of incense, the one-eyed old man walked directly into the house. Qiu Sheng looked bewildered:
"No, he just left like that?"

Looking at Qiu Sheng who looked bewildered, Mamadi was very agile and tiptoed to Song Feng's side:
"Senior, do you want to go to the house with us to rest?"

Slowly opening his eyes, looking at the thief-like mother in front of him, Song Feng chuckled:

"There are three old guys in this inn. Maybe one or two of them can't stand the loneliness and want to go out for a walk tonight."

"You just need to do what he says. With the constraints of the rules, there won't be any trouble in this inn..."

Seeing Song Feng closing his eyes again, as if he was practicing, his mother took a few steps back with great resignation.

“Hahahaha… Since Senior said there’s no danger, let’s go and rest.”

After saying that, he took his three incense sticks, found a house that was not too dilapidated, and went in to rest.

After so many years of traveling around the world, he had even slept with the sky as his blanket and the ground as his bed, not to mention that there was a house here.

Seeing his mother leave, Uncle Jiu shook his head helplessly, and then, he also took the three incense sticks in his hand and found a house to live in:

"Qiu Sheng, be smart tonight."

Seeing that his two division commanders had already left, Qiu Sheng waved his hands helplessly, and then sighed:

"I'd be scared if you said that..."

After taking a look at his seventh uncle sitting under the shrine, Qiu Sheng felt a little relieved. Then, he took three sticks of incense and walked into the room next door:

"Forget it, forget it. With so many seniors here, how can I be afraid?"

(End of this chapter)