Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 109 - A Message Left at the Restaurant
On the roof of a restaurant, a copper pot wrapped in red silk was boiling with the fiery Qi transmitted from it.

Lin Le picked up a piece of fish, dipped it in the broth, and the translucent fish meat turned snow-white. She then dipped it in sesame sauce and put it in her mouth.

The meat was chewy and tender, truly befitting the flesh of a Foundation Establishment level demon.

Qingli also picked up a piece of meat, dipped it in the broth, then scooped it out, dipped it in sesame sauce, and put it in her mouth.

Then her eyes lit up: "This is delicious!"

"Eat more if you like it." Lin Le added some more mutton and beef to the pot.

Although he angered the county magistrate, no one dared to refuse to sell him anything because of his fierce strength and personality.

Otherwise, this ferocious god would probably have shot them dead.

Watching the two eating with great gusto, Hun Tian Ling scratched herself, feeling that something was amiss.

The people in the restaurant below naturally didn't dare to disturb Lin Le, since they didn't have a Foundation Establishment cultivator to look after them.

The hot pot meal lasted from afternoon until sunset. After finishing all the ingredients, Lin Le patted his stomach, and Hun Tian Ling fawned over him with wet wipes.

"Not bad." Lin Le wiped his mouth and praised.

The Hun Tian Ling immediately raised its "head".

(Universe Ring, Yin-Yang Twin Swords: Stare—)
After returning the dining table, Lin Le casually slapped a silver ingot over to it.

"Sir," the shopkeeper called out.

Lin Le turned around and laughed, "What's wrong? Not enough money?"

Seeing Lin Le smile, the shopkeeper's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately shook his head: "No, no, that's enough, that's enough. You're only eating ordinary ingredients, one big silver coin is more than enough."

"I'm not going to eat anyone, what are you panicking about?" Lin Le shook his head slightly. "If it's not that we don't have enough money, then what is it?"

"I wanted to ask if you could leave me a piece of calligraphy?" the shopkeeper asked cautiously.

"Aren't you afraid of offending people?" Lin Le said with a half-smile. "You should know that your county magistrate is planning to kill me."

"So now it's just this old man all by himself." The shopkeeper smiled somewhat slickly.

"Alright then," Lin Le said after a moment's thought. "Then bring paper and ink."

"It's already prepared for you." The shopkeeper immediately brought out paper and ink. "The finest Xuan paper and the finest Yun ink, which will not decay or fade for a thousand years."

Lin Le picked up the pen and asked, "Speaking of which, what is your intention in asking me to write an inscription?"

"To ward off evil!" the shopkeeper said. "Sir, you are clearly the reincarnation of Venus. Although your killing intent is strong, you do not kill indiscriminately. Your calligraphy and ink are the best choice for warding off evil!"

"I don't kill indiscriminately?" Lin Le chuckled. "Didn't you see me kill over a hundred people by the river?"

“They deserve to die,” the shopkeeper said angrily. “That river demon was clearly a calamity for our county, yet they claimed it as a righteous god. They simply couldn’t distinguish right from wrong. Moreover, I saw those who died; most of them were scoundrels who had benefited from the river sacrifice and wanted it to continue.”

"It's better for such termites to die than to die!"

"You do have a good eye," Lin Le said, then picked up his pen. "Then I'll write you a sentence."

Although I didn't learn calligraphy in my previous life, I have learned it in this life, and I'm quite good at it, after all, my father is a schoolteacher.

After finishing writing, Lin Le handed the paper to the shopkeeper: "Find someone with good fortune to write the next sentence, otherwise it will only bring you disaster if I write it."

However, a slender hand took it first.

"Let me see."

Qingli glanced at it and saw that it read "A precious sword wards off evil spirits and protects the house," which is the first half of a very common couplet.

However, the handwriting is quite remarkable; it is bold and elegant, somewhat exaggerated, yet it looks exceptionally beautiful.

This seems quite in line with Lin Le's personality; he truly fits the role.
"Your handwriting is quite good," Qingli praised, then handed the paper to the shopkeeper. "Give me one too, I'll write the next line." "This..." The shopkeeper subconsciously looked at Lin Le, after all, he had said it was better for someone with good fortune to write the next line.

Lin Le nodded: "Let her write it. If she leaves a message for you, it's a blessing your family has accumulated over eight generations."

Qingli is a feng shui master who has the blood of a true dragon. Her inscription for the shopkeeper is truly a blessing accumulated over eight lifetimes.

The shopkeeper immediately took out new Xuan paper for Qingli.

Qingli began to write.

Only then did the shopkeeper have time to look at Lin Le's calligraphy.

As soon as he glanced at it, the shopkeeper felt a fierce aura rushing towards him, which frightened him so much that he quickly folded the paper in half.

He was still shaken; it was ferocious, truly ferocious.

At this moment, Qingli put down her pen and said, "I'm done writing."

"Let me see." Lin Le glanced at it, chuckled, then quickly composed himself and nodded slightly, "Hmm, it's pretty good."

"Ah Le, you just laughed, didn't you?" Qing Li's expression was somewhat unfriendly.

"No, you misheard." Lin Le shook his head and said seriously, "It's full of life rhythm, the rhythm is natural, the handwriting is round and smooth, and it looks like a sign of good fortune."

Qingli was taken aback, but still somewhat skeptical, she turned to the shopkeeper and said, "Shopkeeper, what's your opinion?"

The shopkeeper glanced at the words Qingli had written: "Good fortune arrives at the door."

Qingli had always been a snake and could speak human language, but that didn't mean she could write the character for "human." Today was her first time writing it, so naturally, it was written in a crooked and twisted way.

The shopkeeper examined it carefully and nodded: "Indeed, as this gentleman said, it is written exquisitely, graceful and smooth. It is clearly the work of a blessed person."

Lin Le was somewhat taken aback by the shopkeeper's performance, let alone Qing Li.

"Really?" Qingli asked, a little embarrassed.

"Really." The shopkeeper and Lin Le nodded in unison.

"That's good." Qingli tilted her head back with a slightly arrogant air, as if she had learned it from some kind of creature.

"As for the horizontal scroll, you can write it yourself," Lin Le said. "I don't think there's anything in this small place that can hold up the two of us, so it's fine for you to write it yourself."

"Thank you both, sirs." The shopkeeper bowed and then took out a box. "This is your writing fee as a token of my respect."

It turned out to be waiting for him here.

Lin Le didn't stand on ceremony and took it directly. After all, he had put a lot of effort into this calligraphy, imbuing it with the aura of slaughter and destruction.

Ordinary wandering ghosts will scatter upon seeing it, but if it becomes a lesser ghost, even if it tries to touch it, it will be severely injured, if not killed.

Seeing Lin Le and Qing Li leave, the shopkeeper wiped away a bead of sweat, finally relieved to have gotten rid of those two troublemakers.

The boy was extremely fierce and clearly not someone to be trifled with. Fierce people are usually petty and it's hard to say whether they would hold a grudge against him for something trivial.

However, unexpectedly, there were still some gains. The shopkeeper opened the Xuan paper, and the calligraphy was excellent, with strong strokes and elegant lines. The other piece was also not bad, with a natural rhythm and the final result showed signs of beauty. Looking at the whole thing, it was like a fish leaping over the dragon gate.

The saying "one's handwriting reflects one's character" is truly apt.

The shopkeeper put the paper away, and once this storm had passed, he planned to frame the two pieces of calligraphy.

Previously it was just hype, but now it seems that it's perfect for warding off evil spirits and bringing peace to the home.

On the other side, Lin Le tossed a bridal ball, and sixty-four Taoist soldiers in black and red robes appeared on his left and right.

It's getting dark; time to catch the ghost.

(End of this chapter)