The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 409 The Wronged Souls Must Be Ferryed Away, Unexpected News

Old Master Cui was also somewhat surprised, his eyes darkening slightly as he looked at Lang Jiuchuan in his lake-blue dress.

I met her just a few days ago, and now that I see her again, she seems to be in much better spirits. Her ethereal beauty is captivating.

Lang Jiuchuan stepped forward, carrying the chariot, and nodded slightly, saying, "Why is the old master here?"

She looked at a servant not far from him, who was carrying a basket containing ingots, candles, and incense—clearly for offerings.

He stood outside the Ren residence.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "Do you have some past connection with the Ren family and have come to pay respects to an old friend?"

Old Master Cui looked at him strangely and said, "Didn't your mother tell you?"

"Ok?"

“The Cui family once had an aunt who married into the Ren family and gave birth to a daughter named Ren Yao. Although the relationship is somewhat distant, it is still within the fifth degree of kinship, so she should be considered a cousin of your mother.”

Lang Jiuchuan's pupils contracted; someone in this family was actually from the Cui clan.

She looked at the Ren residence, her lips pursed. What a coincidence! Was the resentment and coldness she felt when she entered this place that day due to the bond of blood or something else?

At this moment, Old Master Cui said again, "There must be a reason why she didn't tell you. After all, the Ren family was wiped out around the same time that news of your father's death came."

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes grew increasingly deep. The Ren family's massacre happened around the same time her body was switched. Could it be a coincidence?

She touched her face and asked, "Have you met that great-aunt's daughter?"

"That's for sure." Old Master Cui said with a look of nostalgia, "That child was bright and generous, and he even resembled your mother somewhat. He was a very cheerful person. It's a pity."

"Is she married?"

"I hadn't heard of that. I was on duty out of town when the accident happened."

"Do you know anything about the inside story behind the massacre of the Ren family? Was it revenge?"

Upon hearing her tone and hearing her question, Old Master Cui remained silent, only scrutinizing her before asking, "Why are you so concerned about the Ren family's massacre?"

"Just out of curiosity." Lang Jiuchuan said without changing his expression. He went to the side door, put down the lever, and the other woman jumped up the wall, opened the door from the inside, went in, and looked at Old Master Cui, saying, "Aren't we going to pay our respects?"

Old Master Cui's eyes bulged out. How could she trespass into an empty house without changing her expression?

He looked around and, seeing no one, coughed lightly and walked in with his hands behind his back.

Upon entering the Ren residence, he frowned, feeling unwell all over. Although it was already springtime, the yin energy was penetrating his meridians and bone marrow, chilling him to the bone.

He was already in his fifties. Over the years, while serving in various posts, he had made many enemies and his life had not been smooth sailing. He had also been plotted against and had a hidden injury. Now, with the yin energy entering his body, his aura had weakened and his face had turned slightly pale.

Lang Jiuchuan turned around, stopped, and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Old Master Cui kept a straight face and didn't respond to that. He only said, "It's only been a dozen years since the Ren family was wiped out, and this house is already so corrupt. It feels like it's been abandoned for decades."

"After all, the whole family was wiped out. No monks or Taoists performed the rituals for them, and no one lives here. Without human presence, there is no yang energy. The yin and yang are out of balance, so it naturally falls into ruin." Lang Jiuchuan looked at the yin energy in the house and said, "More than a hundred lives were lost. The yin energy is too heavy. Let's finish the rituals as soon as possible and leave."

She looked at his expression and said, "Didn't you call the imperial physician to take your pulse? One should listen to advice."

Old Master Cui: "!"

Lang Jiuchuan took out two amulets, handed one to him and the other to the servant: "Amulets of peace. If you are surrounded by yin energy, you will have bad luck and fall ill."

The servant named Quan Shou was already extremely flustered. He put down his basket, took the amulet, and knelt down to kowtow to Lang Jiu Chuan: "Thank you for the amulet, Miss." Regardless of whether the amulet was useful or not, as a servant, one had to be observant and tactful in front of one's master.

Well, to be honest, after getting this peace charm, he felt much more comfortable and less cold and scared than before.

nice one!
Old Master Cui took the talisman and silently placed it in his purse, then said to Quan Shou, "Offer prayers."

Quan Shou responded and began to take the items from the basket and offer them as sacrifices.

Seeing that everything inside was quite complete, Lang Jiuchuan said, "Although the relationship is distant, you are very thoughtful, sir, and have made very thorough preparations!"

Old Master Cui couldn't stand it anymore and said with a dark face, "Old Master, Old Master, I am not worthy of being called your maternal grandfather?"

"I can't bring myself to call you that without feeling," Lang Jiuchuan said indifferently. "Calling you 'Grandpa' is already a junior's courtesy. Perhaps I should call you 'Lord Cui'?"

Old Master Cui was even angrier: "Your mother has truly lost her mind. A woman of the Cui family, she has not paid the slightest attention to your upbringing, and what a terrible child she has raised..."

How infuriating!

“Indeed, she didn’t teach me anything, after all, I was raised in the countryside. But don’t blame her, I guess no one taught her how to raise a daughter. Besides, there’s a saying that a son resembles his father, and I think her personality isn’t much different from yours!”

Equally rigid, equally stubborn, equally inflexible, and inflexible!
Why laugh at someone who is only fifty steps behind?

Old Master Cui's face turned red with anger: "..."

He can take a day off, why not stay home, drink tea, and read classics? Why did he have to run into such an infuriating brat while he was out worshipping?

When he got angry, his imposing manner was quite strong, but Lang Jiuchuan was not intimidated at all, and said: "Since the Ren family had a Cui woman who married into the family and was tragically wiped out, why didn't the Cui family react at all? Didn't they investigate what happened?"

"Of course there is, but we can't find anything. There are no traces. Moreover, the Ren family has descendants of the Mo family. No matter how we investigate, it's all related to the Mo family seeking revenge. This case is considered an unsolved case in the Dali Temple because there is no evidence." Old Master Cui pursed his lips and said, "Actually, it's more accurate to say, as the rumors say, that it's a vengeful ghost seeking revenge. Otherwise, how could there be no traces at all?"

Lang Jiuchuan's expression was cold and aloof, his fingertips twitching slightly.

There were no traces, no ghosts, but so many skeletons beneath the lake.

Ha, who could do that?

Grandpa Cui looked at Lang Jiuchuan, wondering if he had said something wrong, as the boy seemed to have grown much colder.

"My lord, it's ready." Quan Shou handed over incense from the side.

Old Master Cui didn't have time to think too much. He lit the incense, sighed slightly, and bowed several times before his forehead, silently reciting the names of Cui's daughter and Ren Yao.

Quan Shou, standing to the side, lit other incense and candles as an offering to the others, muttering incantations as he burned paper money.

Seeing the actions of the master and servant, Lang Jiuchuan pursed his lips, took off the Emperor Bell, and concentrated his Buddhist power.

Ding dong.

The mournful tolling of the bells echoes here, even though no souls wander here, their resentment lingers here even though they were buried here.

The wronged souls must be saved!

The chanting of the Great Compassion Mantra came from Lang Jiuchuan's mouth, compassionate and peaceful.

Old Master Cui frowned and looked at her with some surprise. How could such a young girl have such a compassionate heart? And was that golden light surrounding her?

(End of this chapter)