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Chapter 471 Ghost Buddha! A fierce ghost appears as soon as it's mentioned (23)

Zhuang Boshi looked at Zhang Xiaojing, whose face was slightly red.

"Explain yourself clearly: were there any bandits who committed murder? Under the protection of a sage, where would such a vengeful ghost come from?!"

No wonder Zhang Xiaojing didn't believe it; if one or two evil spirits were to appear in places like Lingzhou, which border the Western Regions.

That's still somewhat possible.

But this is Mawei Slope, which is only a hundred miles away from Chang'an.

How could there be any evil spirits in the heart of the Tang Dynasty!
"There really is a ghost!" The courier exclaimed in terror, pointing tremblingly towards the door.

"It's right outside!"

"His face was strikingly beautiful, and he spoke human language. The foreign merchant was so captivated that he cut off both of his own legs!"

These words immediately caused an uproar among the many travelers in the hall.

A group of people didn't believe it and insisted on drawing their knives to go outside and take a look.

The group of people were trembling with fear, unsure of where to go.

Zhang Xiaojing stood up abruptly, drawing his sword from his waist: "I am the magistrate of Tianshui County, you all must calm down immediately!"

Upon hearing this, both the foreign merchants and the Chinese people calmed down.

In the Tang Dynasty, the county commandant was a high-ranking officer in charge of frontline military affairs, especially in the prefectures near the Western Regions, where he was even more powerful than an ordinary military officer.

Zhuang Boshi looked towards the door.

There was not a sound outside the door at that moment.

An eerie aura slowly spread out.

It seems like there really is a ghost.

Zhuang Boshi was somewhat surprised.

Could it be that I've been possessed by Conan?

Even in this era where ghosts are almost nonexistent, you can still be haunted by vengeful spirits.

Zhang Tingzhi drew his long sword, revealing a bear head tattoo on his arm, and walked very carefully towards the courier step by step.

He's clearly a seasoned veteran who has dealt with many vengeful ghost cases.

When dealing with paranormal events, the most important thing is to be careful. Ghosts are immortal, but those who deal with them are very likely to die.

But why would there be experienced rogue guards in an era without ghosts?

This cannot be explained simply by having a long family history.

Where did he get his experience from?

Could it be that Tianshui County is a den of ghosts?

Zhang Xiaojing placed the knife on the postman's shoulder, and the postman screamed in terror.

"Shut up!"

Zhang Tingzhi calmly shouted.

"Say that again and I'll chop you up!"

"Tell me, where is the vengeful ghost?"

How did you hurt someone?

Is there a delusion involved?

The courier, his face ashen, said, "It's right at the door; it can talk."

"I said something in Sogdian to that merchant, and he cut off both of his own legs, his blood splattering all over me!"

"What did the vengeful ghost say?" Zhuang Boshi asked.

The courier said in a hoarse voice, "I can understand some Sogdian. That ghost seemed to be saying..."

"A person's legs should not be joined together; instead, one leg should be five zhang to the east and another five zhang to the west."

Just then, thump thump thump!

There was a knock on the door.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the wooden door.

The north wind howled outside, its sound extremely mournful.

Under the indoor lighting.

A shadow seemed to be standing behind the door.

"Sir, what happened?"

"Who are you?" a merchant from the Hu region asked tremblingly.

"I am Liu Shiba, a courier. I have some blood on my clothes and I did not want to disturb you, so I went to change my clothes."

The voice was actually that of a courier.

Everyone was horrified and almost immediately moved away from the courier kneeling on the ground.

The courier was deathly pale and nearly fainted.

He was about to say something when Zhuang Boshi knocked him unconscious with a single finger.

Why are you covered in blood?

Zhang Xiaojing cautiously approached the gate and asked the question.

"A foreign merchant has been injured." The voice outside the door trembled slightly.

"Some blood got smeared when I bandaged him up—"

Before he could finish speaking, several drops of dark red liquid suddenly seeped through the crack in the door, making Zhang Xiaojing's eyelids twitch violently.
Why were you injured?

Zhang Xiaojing pressed his sword against the wooden door. "I was startled and accidentally got injured," the man said.

"In this freezing cold, when everything is desolate, what can disturb us?"

The bear's forepaws on his body suddenly moved half an inch off his skin, as if they were about to leap out.

"They say they saw a ghost."

As the three words fell to the ground, Zhang Xiaojing's breath suddenly turned into white vapor.

A chill entered the hall through the door.

In an instant, all the lights went out.

The bear tattoo's bear head suddenly turned towards the door, letting out a low growl that only he could hear.

The sword, which should have been slashing down, froze three inches from the wooden door.

"County Commandant Zhang, where do you think these vengeful ghosts come from in this world?"

"If you want to find ghosts, why don't you turn around and take a look?"

The hairs on the back of Zhang Xiaojing's neck suddenly stood on end.

He turned around abruptly, only to find that the once brightly lit hall was now crooked, covered in cobwebs, and the embers in the fireplace had long since turned to cold ash.

Travelers lay scattered all over the ground.

Persians, Sogdians, and Tang people.

The face that was just moments ago vibrant and alive is now bluish-purple.

The wandering Taoist priest who called himself Zhuang Zhengchu was leaning against a pillar in the corridor, with a half-smile on his face.

His face was dark and bluish-black, and his eyes were deep and unfathomable.

What's most terrifying is his smile; his mouth splits to his ears, revealing two rows of gleaming white canine teeth.

A sudden gust of north wind blew in through the broken window, making the white lanterns on the wall spin around and around.

"So you finally figured it out," the deathly silent Taoist said coldly.

Zhang Xiaojing was horrified and instinctively thrust his sword straight at the ghost's head.

But the vengeful ghost waved its hand.

A dark flash of light pierced through.

The next moment, the world turned upside down.

He was pinned to the ground.

"Awake?" Zhuang Boshi released his foot from his back.

After shaking his heavy head, Zhang Xiaojing realized that there was no dilapidated post station at all, only corpses scattered all over the ground.

The lights were still as bright as before, and a dozen or so pedestrians hid in a corner in fear.

His own knife had already fallen into the hands of Master Zhuang.

He slowly turned his head and saw the door shatter into pieces.

A vengeful ghost lay stiffly on the ground, a coffin nail stuck in its forehead.

"I...I've been infected?" Zhang Xiaojing's face turned ashen.

Zhuang Boshi released the blade and stepped forward to examine the vengeful ghost: "Brother Zhang, this ghost's death calamity should be a deception."

"A lying ghost?" Zhang Xiaojing regained his composure: "So that's how it is. He deceived my senses, making me believe that you are all vengeful ghosts."

“The more you interact with it, the more easily you are influenced by it,” Zhuang Boshi said.

He pulled out the coffin nail and, as if by magic, produced a golden pouch. The vengeful ghost slowly revived, but Zhuang Boshi punched it twice and then forcefully stuffed the struggling ghost into the pouch.

When the bag is closed again, the gold bag stops moving.

Zhang Xiaojing stared in disbelief and exclaimed, "This is gold! The Midas touch?"

"So it turns out that there really were sects in the Tang Dynasty that used gold to imprison evil spirits."

"Is there really a Wan Jin Gate?"

Zhuang Boshi walked in and threw the gold bag aside: "Everyone, I have already imprisoned that vengeful ghost."

The travelers looked at him, then at the golden bag, and were all dumbfounded.

Master Zhuang, Zhang Xiaojing, was extremely embarrassed.

He almost got everyone into trouble just now.

"Don't worry about it. This ghost is quite special and it's easy to fall for its tricks."

Zhuang Boshi replied, "County Commandant Zhang, you are unaware that my purpose in coming to Chang'an this time is to present my unique secret technique to the Emperor."

"Taoist Master."

Zhang Xiaojing said excitedly, "If you're willing, I can recommend you to someone higher up."

"Although I am just a minor county lieutenant, I still have old friends in the Ministry of Personnel and the Imperial Guard."

The ability to turn things into gold is an invaluable national treasure, whether for governing a country or imprisoning evil spirits.

The sage is now working diligently to govern the country, and he must understand this point.

"Thank you very much then," Zhuang Boshi said with a smile.

He put on this show, of course, so that he could meet the supposedly enlightened Emperor Xuanzong.

All the causes and effects lie with him.

The Zhang family is truly my lucky star.

(End of this chapter)