This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 30: Red and White Meet, Evil on Evil

When Xiao He's carriage arrived at Xu's house, an old servant was already waiting there. The carriage and horses were already prepared, and offerings such as candles, paper money, etc. were also ready.

This was exactly what Xiao He wanted. Tomb sweeping and passing by a mass grave would bring some bad luck, so he could not use his own carriage to avoid bringing the bad luck home.

My luck was bad and I ended up driving a female ghost home, which made things even worse.

Xiang Yuan curled his lips: "Xiao Forty, don't you like female ghosts? Why are you so scared?"

"When did I ever like female ghosts? Don't say that."

Xiao He spoke righteously and whispered that female ghosts were common, but Widow Wang was not.

Well, he is afraid of meeting an ugly ghost!
After being reminded by Xiao He, Xiang Yuan remembered that there might be ghosts haunting the mass grave, so he went to the house to take out Wang Wenxu's calligraphy in case of emergency.

It’s never wrong to be safe.

Starting with the horizontal axis, Xiang Yuan suddenly felt lighter. The weight was still the same, no different from last night, but it was slightly less important, but he couldn't tell what the difference was.

Curious, he pushed open the scroll. The four characters "人有所曹" were still there, written in vigorous strokes. It was Wang Wenxu's original work and had not been replaced.

"strangeness……"

Xiang Yuan didn't understand what was going on, so he went out and got on the carriage.

There was only one old servant in the Xu family's residence. He was too old to drive a carriage or a horse, so Xu Jixian asked him to stay in the house to prepare meals, and he personally drove the car with Xiao He and Xiang Yuan to the south of the city.

Xiang Yuan was afraid of being harassed by Xiao He, so he offered to switch and let him drive the car, while Xiao Xu continued to perform crosstalk in the car as usual.

He was stopped by Xiao He.

"Don't be embarrassed, Brother Xiaoyuan. Brother Xu thanks you for saving his life. He deserves it."

Is there a possibility that I am annoying you?

Xiang Yuan looked at Xiao He expressionlessly, hoping that he knew what was going on. However, the result was not so good. Xiao He was extremely thick-skinned, and whether he knew what was going on or not did not affect his ability to be funny and talkative.

"I'm telling you this in secret. Don't let Brother Xu hear it."

Xiao He leaned on the paper money and said loudly, "In fact, he and I have discussed it last night. In order to repay your life-saving grace, he will pay for you to go to the academy to study. Otherwise, according to his personality, he would have asked for leave early this morning on the pretext of sweeping the graves. Why did he run around here and there, to the west and south of the city, for fear of delaying the closing of the city gates?"

Xiang Yuan suddenly realized that Xu Jixian was a man of honor and had personally taken care of the admission arrangements. He most likely really knelt down and begged Wang Wenxu.

We have only met for one day, but he is so loyal and grateful. He is a friend worth making close friends with.

Outside the curtain, Xu Jixian snorted twice, looking embarrassed as if he had been exposed.

Thinking of the black horse's slightly red face, acting coquettishly, Xiang Yuan felt a chill, took out the long horizontal scroll, and changed the subject: "Xiao Forty, you are well-informed, take a look at this calligraphy, what's wrong with it, is there something missing?"

"Fuck everyone, no one can escape, uh, not a single word is missing."

"I feel lighter."

"Oh, I understand. You are talking about the righteous spirit. I lost some of it while exorcising the ghosts last night, so it is a little lighter."

Xiao He explained, "This is a trick scholars usually use to make money. Think about it, if you don't have money, you have to make money. If you make money, you have no time to study. In the long run, will scholars still be scholars? In order to make money, when writing for others, they add some noble spirit..."

"Like those monks, when they give you a good treasure, you will know the tricks after you use it, and then they will be willing to spend a lot of money to make gold decorations for the Buddha."

What is VIP experience time? Did you wear it or not?
Xiang Yuan didn't believe it, so he translated Xiao He's nonsense and soon understood the reason.

To put it simply, calligraphy is not a magic weapon, and Wang Wenxu is not a saint in the world. How much righteousness can be contained in a casual stroke of his hand? It is reasonable that some of it would be consumed when encountering ghosts.

It’s a pity that Xiang Yuan put away the long horizontal scroll and couldn’t charge it, so it became less and less with each use.

Fortunately, the problem was not serious. He won the favor of Wang Wenxu. He studied hard in the future and asked the teacher to give him hundreds of calligraphy and paintings for self-defense.

……

South of the city, mass grave.

There is a slope on the east side and a pit on the west side. Although there is no gusts of cold wind, you can occasionally see dead bones protruding from the soil, which is particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

There were crows circling above and wild dogs running around. Perhaps the yin energy was too heavy. Apart from a few rows of crooked dead branches and old trees, there was no sound of insects and not a single weed could be found.

Xu Ji first stopped the carriage and told Xiao He to hurry up so as not to delay the Xu family's ancestors from queuing up to receive the money. Xiao He jumped off the carriage, holding a handful of yellow paper in his arms to clear the way, scattering coins while reciting some words of apology, and then happily wandered around under the dead tree.

The Yin weapon he obtained was a magic sword with a jet-black hilt and a straight blade. He was overjoyed.

"A real man should hold this sword, slay demons and monsters, and achieve unparalleled merit!"

"..."

Xiang Yuan watched the scene expressionlessly. He saw someone coming from afar, exclaimed in surprise, and walked over quickly.

"Lao Liu, why are you here?"

"I should be the one to say this, why are you everywhere?"

Old Liu changed his partner today, who is also an old man in the yamen.

The government office is not a big place, but there are many old men. These old men are all shrewd people. Knowing that Xiang Yuan has found a big partner, they happily bowed and thanked him.

Xiang Yuan, everyone has heard about your wealth.

What kind of big shot is he? Wang Wenxu is about the same.

Xiang Yuan ignored Xiao He who was wielding the 'magic sword', and turned to look at the young constable who was accompanying him. He had learned martial arts in a martial arts school like him and had arrived in Fengxian County together. If he remembered correctly, his name was Ma Zhengdao.

At this time, Ma Zhengdao's face was full of envy. With the same background, some people were still hanging around at the bottom of society, while others had become followers of the prince of the royal palace. The disparity was so great that it was really sad.

Ma Zhengdao did not take the initiative to get close to Xiang Yuan. As a young man with a thin skin, he just thought that there was a thick barrier between him and Xiang Yuan, so he pursed his lips and nodded.

Seeing that the young man didn't say anything, Xiang Yuan also nodded and looked at Lao Liu: "I am accompanying the young master of the Xu family to the cemetery in front to worship the ancestors. Where are you going? Is there another case?"

"Who said it wasn't true? It was just an unlucky guy who died. It must have been a ghost." Old Liu sighed.

"Why are there so many ghosts?" Xiang Yuan asked in surprise.

"Don't say that, is that really all..."

Old Liu took two steps forward and lowered his voice: "According to the investigation, the deceased's name is Wei Kun. He lost his father at an early age. In order not to burden her child, his mother ran away with a passing merchant. Wei Kun apprenticed to a carpenter and learned a craft. He lived frugally and finally saved enough money to marry a wife. When he went to pick up the bride, he did not avoid the mass grave... and took the wrong sedan chair."

When red and white meet, evil comes upon evil!
It was broad daylight and the cold air was blowing, making Xiang Yuan feel a little chilly.

He frowned slightly, his intuition told him that Wei Kun's encounter with a ghost must be related to Xu Jixian's encounter with a ghost. It was too coincidental. In all likelihood, it was the disciples of Huangquan Dao who did evil.

Old Liu continued, "Captain Liu said that there are more than one demons from Huangquan Dao entering the city, and there will be a lot of trouble in the near future."

Southern Xinjiang is too chaotic and difficult to survive in, which is not suitable for disciples with low skills to travel outside. Therefore, every few years when the disciples of Huangquan Dao travel around the world, they will choose Western Chu in the north.

Fengxian County is just a place to rest and we won't stay there for long. It is at best an estuary. The entire Western Chu, or the entire world, is the place for the disciples of Huangquan Dao to train.

As long as it’s not southern Xinjiang, you can go anywhere.

Huangquan Dao is not afraid of these disciples leaking their skills or information. Outer disciples cannot learn advanced martial arts, and if they are subjected to secret techniques, they will die without a complete corpse. Without even a corpse, it is naturally impossible to find the meridians and acupoints for qi circulation, let alone speculate on Huangquan Dao's supreme magical powers.

Old Liu was not clear about these things, so he asked his uncle for help, but Lingguang was too old and forgetful to find the answers.

But no matter what, the danger is certain. Before this wave moves away from Fengxian County, try not to stay in places with extremely negative energy such as mass graves.

Old Liu relayed Liu Jingsheng's words, Xiang Yuan bowed and thanked him, and after bidding farewell to Old Liu and the other two, he looked at the 'crazy swordsman' Xiao He.

This is not staying, this is strolling around. If you don't say anything, he can play for the whole day.

Xiang Yuan secretly felt uneasy, so he grabbed Xiao He and dragged him onto the carriage, just like an adult dragging a child home.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, don't pull me. I haven't picked up all the items yet. This is a great opportunity. If I don't pick it up today, it will definitely fall into the hands of others." Xiao He struggled hard and waved his Yin soldiers to fight Xiang Yuan.

"Don't talk nonsense. No one else is so boring except you. Come back and pick it up next time."

Xiang Yuan pushed Xiao He into the carriage, held the calligraphy in his arms tightly, and asked Xu Jixian to speed up everything, distribute the money to the ancestors as soon as possible, and return to the county before dark.

It would be bad if you run into the monster in Huangquan Road.

(End of this chapter)