The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 202 I wish I could get rid of him as soon as possible

Lang Jiuchuan glanced at the name on the pure black wooden plaque, then turned it over. On the other side was engraved a description of Cong Gui, a few words that summed up his life.

Cong Gui, born in a yin year, yin month, and yin day, is born with innate wisdom, intelligence, and extremely high comprehension. He is blessed with exceptional talent and dies in his prime.

A sigh escaped Lang Jiuchuan's lips.

"If it were me, I would also feel extremely resentful and hateful." She handed the wooden plaque to the ghost to look at.

He was a person with great intelligence, so he learned everything quickly. Yet he died at the hands of his own father in his prime. How could he not resent and hate him?
A-Piao said in a deep voice, "That unofficial history wasn't wrong either. It's extremely vicious and resentful. This demonic cultivator is truly insane. He's developed such a wicked technique. I don't know where Bian got it from, but he even dares to try to be reborn. It's truly wishful thinking, yet..."

"Not lacking in boldness, to say that madness and insanity are nothing more than this," Lang Jiuchuan added.

The ghost didn't want to praise, but someone else chimed in, and she sullenly hummed.

Lang Jiuchuan stared at the ancestral tablet, a sudden thought flashing through his mind. He said, "The unofficial history says that the Demonic Path is now empty. I wonder who this person is, what dynasty he was born in, and whether he had any disciples?"

Ah Piao wasn't stupid; he instantly understood what she meant and said, "You don't mean that Cong Bian is a disciple of that demonic Kong Jin, do you?"

"Thinking about it, it won't violate the law." Lang Jiuchuan nodded and said, "It's just a flash of inspiration. Anyway, we don't know who Master Bian came from."

The ghost was speechless.

Lang Jiuchuan held the wooden plaque, then walked to the family genealogy displayed on the table and turned the pages. He finally stopped at Cong Jinling's name, looked at her birth date and time, and calculated with his fingers, saying, "This Cong consort died a year ago."

The ghost walked over and said, "It was a long-planned scheme, so we haven't wronged them."

“At this time of year, death can come in an instant, and he might even become food for his ancestor.” A shadow flashed in Lang Jiuchuan’s eyes, his heart filled with extreme disgust, and a surge of malevolence rose from his body.

Such a person, who disregards human ethics and is so vicious and selfish, is truly hateful, even more so than a zombie, and deserves to be eradicated as soon as possible.

Lang Jiuchuan turned his head and caught sight of the black prayer mat. He walked over, looked around again, took a pair of scissors from the table to trim lamp wicks, and cut the prayer mat open.

Something fell from the cushion.

The two looked at each other.

"Be careful, don't fall for it again," the ghost said.

Lang Jiuchuan lifted it with his foot, revealing an old cloth garment made from scraps of cloth from various families. Usually, such garments were either gifts or hand-sewn together by parents who collected cloth from many families, stitch by stitch, to express all their wishes.

Seeing that nothing strange came out, she picked it up and unfolded it. It was a small piece of clothing, very old, and even had a musty smell.

She walked to a bright spot and looked at it again. She turned it over and saw a line of exquisitely embroidered characters on the collar. It was a wishing mantra, along with a nickname and the four pillars of destiny, but they had been worn away and were now blurred.

"Could this be that old geezer's birth chart?" Ah Piao squinted and looked at it again and again, until it was too worn to see clearly.

Lang Jiuchuan reached out to touch the lines and patterns, closed his eyes slightly, and memorized them. After a while, he opened his eyes, his gaze gleaming, and said, "Possibly."

"The Four Pillars of Destiny are not easily revealed to others, so why is it embroidered on a small garment?" The ghost was very puzzled.

Lang Jiuchuan said, “What a coincidence! I just happened to see a book of folk tales at Huguo Temple. It contained a story about a mother who knelt down and begged for a cloth from a hundred families to make a longevity garment. She embroidered her son’s name and birth date on it, knelt down ninety-nine times, offered the garment to the Medicine King Bodhisattva, and prayed for her son’s health and longevity. She then put the garment on her son’s body to ensure that misfortune and illness would be warded off.”

Ah Piao Yi Mo. In other words, this little garment was embroidered by a mother, who knelt before the Bodhisattva with the most devout maternal love, praying for her beloved child's health.

He couldn't express the feeling in his heart, saying, "If this came from Bian, how could he deserve this blessing? What about his mother? If his mother knew he would grow up to be a mad monster, would she regret not drowning him in a chamber pot?"

Lang Jiuchuan carefully folded up the little clothes that could no longer withstand the ravages of time, glanced at him, and said, "When you have nothing to do, don't listen to the nonsense of common women scolding their children."

The ghost, stung by this remark, glared at her and said, "What use are you to picking these up?"

“It has its own uses.” Lang Jiuchuan walked out of the ancestral hall: “Let’s go. This trip wasn’t a complete waste. I wonder if the Xuan Clan has found any trace of the zombie.”

Before she could finish speaking, Che's spiritual sense activated: "Lang Jiu, look what I've discovered."

After she entered the secret room of the ancestral hall, she instructed Jiang Che to follow the secret passage out to find out where the passage led outside the city. Unexpectedly, it found a local temple outside the city.

"Didn't you notice that there's a land temple outside the city in this secret passage?" Lang Jiuchuan asked Apiao.

A ghost: "?"

No matter how popular a small local temple is, it's just a place for passersby and people from a nearby village to worship. Who would care about that place?
But what was the meaning behind her disdainful look?
Lang Jiuchuan returned to the secret passage of the ancestral hall and hurried towards the earth god temple that Jiang Che had mentioned.

Emerging from the secret passage, they found themselves in a mountain forest. Lang Jiuchuan jumped off the ghost's back and headed towards the location of the cart.

The ghost who became a porter: "..."

Not even a thank you. It was definitely worth the delicious food I ate at her house before.

"I must not be soft-hearted again." Ah Piao cursed himself. If he hadn't seen her turn pale and short of breath after walking for only a short while, he would never have offered to carry her.

As it turns out, they didn't even say thank you.

After leaving the mountains and forests, Lang Jiuchuan arrived at the official road. Not far from the official road, there was a small earth god temple about half a person's height. Jiang Che was squatting on the temple. When he saw her, he waved his paw.

Instead of rushing over, she stood there and looked around, then looked at the location of the local temple with a surprised expression.

"Why did you stop?" A ghost walked over and said, "I told you there was nothing to note here."

Lang Jiuchuan shook his head dismissively: "The layman sees the spectacle, the expert sees the details."

Ah Piao was taken aback. What did that mean? Did it mean he was ignorant?

Lang Jiuchuan went to the local temple, squatted down on Che Tiao's shoulder, and boasted, "I've discovered something incredible, you should take a look at that local deity."

Ah Piao sensed Jiang Che's aura again, remembering what Lang Jiuchuan had said before, that it was the spirit of that useless guy.
"Brother Useless?" he called out tentatively.

Jiang Che: "?"

Lang Jiuchuan stumbled and almost fell in front of the earth god temple, performing a full kneeling bow. Suppressing a laugh, he threw the scepter over: "I'm calling you."

Jiang Che was furious and charged at Ah Piao.

Lang Jiuchuan's brows relaxed, and he squatted down. When he saw the clay statue of the Earth God, his smile vanished, and he laughed in exasperation.