Sword from the Immortal Mountain

Chapter 30: 30: Destroyed with a flick of the finger, unexpected gain
In the wind and rain, the huge Chenze Township was in darkness, with almost no light to be seen.

At this time, the villagers all fell asleep.

At the northern end of the township, there is Daxian Temple.

On the altar, there is a lamp as small as a bean.

The light is too small to be seen from outside.

Witch Chen sat under the lamp, hunched over, with her head lowered, muttering to herself all the time.

What is being chanted is not a sutra, but a certain kind of mantra.

This spell was something she had confiscated when she was looting with bandits. She kept it with her and learned it secretly.

Without a master to guide me, I only learned superficially.

Later, the bandits were killed by the soldiers, but she escaped by chance and fled back to Chenze Township. She used this technique to cast curses on people, shocking them, and suddenly became a witch and established the Great Immortal Temple.

The so-called "great immortal" is just a borrowed name, and the statue enshrined in the shrine is not a real statue, but just a piece of wood in a similar shape.

In the Shinto system, "statue making" is a skill that requires skill and inheritance. It is not something that can be carved by just anyone with tools. From material selection to carving and then to image formation, the craftsmanship is rigorous.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to create a true statue of God.

Chen the witch did not have such ability, and the spells she learned were incomplete. Her main reliance was the ghost kept in the urn.

Over the years, he had treated this child as his own and loved him in every way.

But in Chenze Township, because the ancestral hall enshrines the ancestral gods, it is a great deterrent to ghosts.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, Chen the witch keeps the ghosts in the urn and dares not let them out easily.

Also, due to the incompleteness of the spell and the lack of systematic methods, it was difficult to raise the ghost, so the ghost was just sealed in the jar, causing the ghost to become more violent and resentful.

It gradually became difficult to support him.

Chen the witch had a crazy idea and came up with a way to find a wife for the ghost.

This way, it can be calmed down.

In this situation, the best option would be a ghost marriage, but since they couldn't find a suitable female ghost, they turned their attention to living people.

Targeting Chen Min was not a sudden decision but a premeditated one.

Tonight, she happened to meet Chen Abu and his family in the ancestral hall. The news she heard immediately stimulated the witch, and she decided to let the ghost take action tonight.

On a stormy night, the eerie ghostly aura can be concealed. As long as one avoids the ancestral hall, one will not be discovered by the ancestral gods.

As for the situation at Chen Abu's home, it was a farmer's home with almost no defense.

After letting the ghost go, the witch waited in the nunnery.

She waited for a while.

call!
Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew and blew open the half-closed wooden door.

"My dear son, you succeeded."

The witch stood up with joy.

But soon, she realized something was wrong and said in a trembling voice: "Are you hurt? Who hurt you?"

Whoosh!

The gust of cold wind was like a wronged and angry child, rushing around in the small temple.

There was a loud crackling sound, and even the shrine and the statue fell to the ground.

The witch ignored those things and comforted him distressedly: "My good son, tell me quickly, who hurt you, I will help you kill him and vent your anger."

"Just you?"

Suddenly someone said in a cold voice.

The witch was startled and turned to look.

But the lights had been put out long ago, and it was dark all around. One could only barely see a person coming to the door at some point.

"You, who are you?"

"Aren't you going to take it out on me? I'm here now."

As Chen Jin spoke, he folded his oil-paper umbrella and walked in.

"Ghost, kill him!"

The witch shouted without hesitation.

The ghost did not feel anything threatening from Chen Jin, but instead smelled a very pure breath of essence and yang.

This energy is simply an invaluable tonic for ghosts.

"hiss!"

It immediately became extremely excited, and rushed towards Chen Jin with a roar, wanting to eat his flesh and blood.

"Yes, you did it right!" The witch was also very excited.

She didn't know who the visitor was, but in the entire Chenze Township, except for the ancestral gods in the ancestral hall and the newly invited household gods in the home of the township head Chen Jiande, there was nothing else that the ghost could be afraid of.

The ghost was injured for some reason, which aroused his ferocity.

"Humph."

Chen Jin snorted softly, stretched out his finger and flicked it lightly.

Boo!

The next moment, the cold wind dissipated and the ghost howling subsided.

The nunnery suddenly became quiet.

"You, what are you..."

Before the fortune teller could finish her words, she fell backwards and died.

In the way of ghost cultivation, humans and ghosts are intertwined, as if they were coexisting together. When the ghosts are reduced to ashes, humans will also be severely damaged.

Chen the witch's body has long been old, how can she hold on?
All I can say is that you reap what you sow.

As soon as Chen Jin came in, he found that the other party's spells and ghosts were only of the lower level among the left-handed ones, and were not worth much.

It can be destroyed with the snap of a finger.

He looked around and was about to leave when he suddenly discovered something. He walked over and picked up the crude old lamp that had been blown over to the ground.

Reach out and flick.

There was a clanging sound, quite crisp and pleasant to the ear.

I didn't expect to have an unexpected gain.

Chen Jin smiled slightly, opened his umbrella, and quickly disappeared into the rainy night.

……

The next morning, the rain stopped and the sky cleared up.

"Wow!" Chen Min suddenly woke up and screamed subconsciously.

Chen Li heard her daughter's scream and hurried into the room: "Xiao Min, what's wrong with you?"

"me……"

For a moment, Chen Min didn't know how to explain.

What happened last night seemed like a nightmare, yet it was so real.

Could it be that this is what Chen the witch said about “the immortal sending a dream” and “retribution for sins”?
But why does it happen to me?

Suddenly, she thought of something, and quickly reached out to feel around her body and took out a small cloth bag.

When he opened it, he saw that the triangular paper talisman, which was originally folded very delicately, was now rotten into a ball.

"How could this be?"

Chen Min was very anxious and quickly turned over the scraps of paper. The word "正" originally written on them was soaked in water and all the strokes were black and unrecognizable.

"It's broken. It's all broken."

The girl couldn't help crying sadly.

Chen Abu also came in, not knowing what was going on, so he asked, "Xiao Min, what's wrong with you?"

"I broke the amulet my brother gave me."

"amulet?"

Looking at the pile of rotten paper, Chen Abu felt puzzled.

No matter how you look at it, this thing doesn't look like an amulet, not even talisman paper.

Chen Min cried and said, "My brother gave it to me and told me to wear it and not lose it. I was afraid it would get wrinkled, so I sewed a cloth bag to hold it."

Chen Abu asked: "Why did it become like this?"

Chen Min replied: "Just last night, I couldn't sleep, and suddenly a gust of cold wind blew in, and a scary thing rushed in. Then, it seemed that a little light appeared, and the strange thing ran away. Then, I fell asleep."

Chen Abu was confused: "Xiao Min, what are you talking about? Are you having a nightmare?"

"No...it's true..."

Chen Min was anxious to explain, but what happened last night was so strange and bizarre that it was difficult for her to explain it clearly.

At this moment, Chen Jin's voice came from outside: "Uncle, Auntie, I'm here."

Hearing his voice, Chen Min ran out immediately without even putting on his shoes.

(End of this chapter)