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Chapter 100 Seventh Uncle: I'm not guessing anymore, I'm afraid I'll guess right! (Please subscribe!)

Side courtyard, main hall.

Beside the table.

"That is?"

San Gouzi asked in confusion, and Zhao Zheng retorted, "You would have found this silver ingot even if you weren't wearing these tattered shoes, but you would have found it in front of your colleagues."

"I see!"

San Gouzi's face showed understanding. Although he hadn't read many books, he understood what Zhao Zheng meant.

Knowing that picking up silver in front of his colleagues would cause him to share the silver with them, San Gouzi looked at Zhao Zheng with gratitude and said, "Thank you for reminding me, Daoist Master."

As he spoke, San Gouzi handed the silver in his hand to Zhao Zheng. Although he was not well-educated, he knew one thing.

That means the other party can refuse, but he cannot refuse to give it!

"Keep it for yourself."

Zhao Zheng waved his hand, and San Gouzi hesitated for a moment, then made three refusals before finally putting the silver ingot away.

He hesitated for a moment, glanced at the courtyard outside the door, and continued speaking softly, "Master, actually, what I didn't finish saying this morning, 'Why hasn't Master come to see you?' was referring to the fact that the Second Miss has been acting strangely lately—"

San Gouzi whispered what he hadn't finished saying that morning, and also mentioned that the Second Miss was pregnant out of wedlock.

After listening, Zhao Zheng briefly summarized the Second Miss's experience in his mind: the Second Miss, a caged bird, was deceived by a poor scholar who was also a pretty boy.

In just over a month, the second young lady first lost her virginity, and then ended up half-mad because her child was forcibly aborted.

And it wasn't just simple madness, but the kind of madness that seemed to be caused by ghosts. Moreover, according to San Gouzi, many servants in the mansion claimed to have heard and seen strange noises and strange things in the Second Miss's courtyard at night.

"Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zheng asked a question, and San Gouzi paused and shook his head: "I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I heard it with my own ears."

San Gouzi paused as he spoke, because he realized that he didn't seem to hear anything strange. The only sound he heard was the Second Miss crying, and there didn't seem to be anything else.

"Don't overthink it, there's nothing dirty."

Zhao Zheng said that the Second Miss's courtyard did have some yin energy and resentment, but he did not see any ghostly energy.

Just as San Gouzi was about to speak, a strong, middle-aged man's voice suddenly came from the direction of the side courtyard gate.

"I am Sun Qi, a humble Taoist priest. I have long admired the reputation of the Maoshan School. Today, I heard that you are staying here, so I came to pay you a visit. I only wish to see you and dare not disturb you."

"Seventh Uncle————"

Upon seeing the middle-aged man enter the courtyard, San Gouzi called out and then quickly introduced him to Zhao Zheng in a low voice.

"This is Uncle Seven from our Huo Family Town. The townspeople always go to Uncle Seven when they encounter anything strange or unusual."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zheng nodded slightly, stood up from his seat, clasped his hands in greeting, and walked out of the main hall with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist, you are too kind. Since we are fellow Daoists, there is no need for such formalities. Please come in and have a chat." With that, Zhao Zheng gestured for him to enter.

The righteous-looking Uncle Qi breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, clasping his hands in greeting, "I'm sorry to have bothered you, fellow Daoist!"

The two sat down at the table in the main hall, and San Gouzi, with great awareness, picked up the teapot and poured tea and water for them.

"I originally planned to visit you this morning, but Master Huo was in a hurry, so I postponed it until now—"

Glancing at the sun that was almost directly overhead, Uncle Qi smiled sheepishly and explained.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zheng shook his head and smiled, "It's alright. By the way, fellow Daoist, have you chosen a burial site for Old Master Huo?"

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"It's decided. The body will lie in state for seven days before burial!"

Uncle Qi spoke up, and the two chatted for a while longer. Uncle Qi brought up the story of Master Yan, who was bitten to death by a zombie. Zhao Zheng knew that this was to verify the truth of the matter, so he got up and walked towards the temporary morgue in the courtyard.

"Speaking of which, Master Yan was really unlucky. When I passed through that forest and saw him, he had already committed suicide with a wooden sword. I wanted to save his life, but it was too late."

As Zhao Zheng explained, he led Uncle Qi to the temporary morgue. When Uncle Qi heard that Master Yan had committed suicide with a wooden sword in order to avoid harming the people after his death, he was stunned and showed admiration.

"Master Yan is truly righteous!"

As Uncle Qi entered the temporary morgue, he looked at the fang wound on Master Yan's neck and began to believe Zhao Zheng's words.

Then look at the aura of orthodox corpse-driving techniques emanating from the twelve walking corpses, including Master Yan.

Given that these zombies weren't wearing hoods, he no longer doubted Zhao Zheng's Maoshan disciples.

Although he didn't really doubt Zhao Zheng's identity as a Maoshan disciple, he came to verify it only to reassure Master Huo.

As for why he didn't suspect anything, it's simple: he didn't think there would be any foolish fellow practitioners who would risk offending the Maoshan Sect by impersonating a Maoshan disciple.

"----Um!"

Zhao Zheng nodded with a strange look in his eyes for a moment. His strange look was mainly because he was thinking of a certain gambling god's underling.

"And then came now. Although Master Yan is dead, I—" Zhao Zheng pointed at the walking corpse Master Yan and began to speak.

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Uncle Qi, who clasped his hands in admiration and said, "Master, you are truly virtuous. Anyone else would have left long ago. Only you would take on this task of transporting corpses."

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Zhao Zheng nodded. He really wanted to say that he was driving corpses because he had taken on part of Master Yan's karma, but after thinking about it, he decided against it. Also, he hated the word "righteousness"!

This made him feel like he was being scolded.

The two continued chatting in the temporary morgue. Perhaps because Uncle Qi had confirmed Zhao Zheng's identity as a Maoshan disciple, he became much more enthusiastic in his conversation.

"I am from no sect or school, unlike you who comes from the Maoshan Sect. My lineage is merely a folk lineage. By the way, may I ask your name? My name is Sun Qi. May I ask how you should address me?" Uncle Qi took the initiative to introduce himself and asked.

"My name is Zhao Zheng."

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"To be honest, I'm starting to doubt your identity again!" Uncle Qi paused for a moment, then asked uncertainly.

"The Great Song Dynasty, Zhao? Prince Zheng?"

"right!"

"————Fellow Daoist, your name is truly imposing!"

Uncle Qi's lips twitched, and he suddenly stared blankly at Zhao Zheng, who was a head taller than him and at least 1.9 meters tall.

Looking at Zhao Zheng's extraordinary appearance, he suddenly felt that coming to visit Zhao Zheng might not have been a good decision.

He felt that Uncle Qi should stop thinking about it and stop guessing. He was afraid that Uncle Qi might guess correctly, and if he did, then it would be all over.

"Zhao Zheng? Qin Shi Huang!"

San Gouzi, belatedly realizing what was happening, exclaimed in surprise, then stared wide-eyed at Zhao Zheng: "Daoist Master, your name is the same as Qin Shi Huang's! Hey, Daoist Master, your height seems to be the same as Qin Shi Huang's in the storytelling—"

San Gouzi looked at Zhao Zhengdao, who was a head taller than him, and didn't mention the matter of Uncle Qi's empty mind. Zhao Zhengdao glanced at San Gouzi, and San Gouzi immediately chuckled awkwardly.

"I'll go check if they've started cooking in the kitchen!"

With that, San Gouzi left, leaving Uncle Qi to look at Zhao Zheng's appearance and height. He suddenly felt like he was doomed.

Speaking of which, when did the Maoshan Sect pledge allegiance to the Qin Dynasty? And is it too late for them to do so now?

"Fellow Daoist, don't overthink it, it's just a coincidence of names!"

With a helpless expression, Zhao Zheng used the unlocked version of the Sun and Moon Everlasting Observation Technique to sense his Seventh Uncle's emotions and spoke.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty, I—this humble servant understands!"

"Um—Your Majesty, are you planning to occupy the Xiangxi region and then launch a war to reclaim your empire?"

Honestly, you guys have so many ideas!

Zhao Zheng, speechless, reiterated that they were just people with the same name. Seventh Uncle paused for a moment, then nodded emphatically.

"I understand, I didn't hear anything!"

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Oh well, whatever makes you happy!

Zhao Zheng was too lazy to explain further, and simply looked at the courtyard gate and asked, "By the way, what's the story with this second young lady of the Huo family?"

Although he didn't see any ghostly aura and didn't think the Second Miss was possessed by anything unclean, he hadn't seen her with his own eyes and couldn't be sure if everything was really as he thought.

"Second Miss, it's just a heartache—"

Unlike San Gouzi and the others who had reservations, Uncle Qi didn't have as many reservations. However, when he spoke, he still looked through the window at the courtyard gate to make sure there were no outsiders before continuing.

"Before coming to visit Your Majesty, Master Huo took me to see the Second Miss. She wasn't possessed or haunted by ghosts; she just had a mental illness, which is why she looked like she was possessed."

Uncle Qi spoke up, and then recounted what he knew, namely the story of the Second Miss and that poor scholar.

"That man's surname is Wang, and his given name is Sheng. He is a member of the Wang family in the west of the city. The Wang family was once very powerful, and several of its ancestors produced scholars. However, by Wang Sheng's generation, the family had declined."

They had fallen so low that they could no longer even become scholars. Wang Sheng was only able to attend school in the county town because his family had to tighten their belts.

At this point, Uncle Qi sighed, "If Wang Sheng had been more ambitious, that would have been fine, but who knew he was so disappointing? He's neither good at literature nor martial arts, but he certainly has a handsome appearance."

At this point, Uncle Qi glanced at Zhao Zheng, whose appearance was even better than Wang Sheng's, and saw Zhao Zheng staring at him expressionlessly.

Uncle Qi immediately coughed and continued, "The second young lady of the Huo family also studies at a school in the county town. The two of them got to know each other after a while, and since they are both young people—"

There's not much to say after that; it's just that on a rainy night, dry wood met a raging fire, and the two of them got together immediately, and then Wang Sheng hit the mark with one shot.

At this point, Uncle Qi frowned: "Actually, this matter—is also Wang Sheng's own fault. Normally, given Master Huo's personality, he would never have separated the two of them—"

"—Unfortunately, Wang Sheng couldn't keep his mouth shut. After drinking a bit, he blurted out that he had gotten Miss Huo pregnant. As a result, Master Huo and the others felt it was too shameful and separated the two of them."

The reason why Uncle Qi said this was because he had known Master Huo for a long time and knew that Master Huo was also a man who doted on his daughter.

He felt that if Wang Sheng hadn't shown that arrogant attitude of having the Huo family completely under his thumb, Old Master Huo would have almost certainly married his second daughter to Wang Sheng.

Moreover, she would have a grand wedding, allowing Wang Sheng to rise in status through marriage. Unfortunately, Wang Sheng's character was too poor.

She hasn't even married yet, and she's already showing her petty side, making the Huo family lose face. If she were to marry into the family, it would be disastrous. Besides, the Huo family also cares about their reputation and doesn't want to lose face, so—this second Miss Huo is doomed.

Of course, Wang Sheng didn't fare any better. He was beaten by the Huo family and is still in bed. Whether he can survive is a question.

Zhao Zheng didn't comment, but simply took out a few calming talismans that his martial uncle had prepared for him from his pocket and handed them to his seventh uncle.

"Please pass this on to the Second Miss!"

"Fellow Daoist, have mercy!"

Uncle Qi looked at the calming talisman that Zhao Zheng handed him. Although its divine light was dim, it was much stronger than the talisman he had drawn. He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"really!"

"Uh... Fellow Daoist, you really are... cough cough. By the way, have you had lunch yet? If not, I would like to take the liberty of inviting you to lunch together. I hope you will do me the honor."

Uncle Qi spoke up. He originally wanted to say that Zhao Zheng was really not modest, but he felt that it was better not to say some things.

After all, he sensed Zhao Zheng's identity—

Yes, those who know, know!

"Let's just forget about it then—"

Zhao Zheng shook his head and refused, but soon the two of them still ate together, though it wasn't Uncle Qi who treated them, but Master Huo.

Huo Family Kitchen.

There's not much to say about what happens at the dinner table; it's nothing more than polite formalities and hypocrisy between adults, with almost no sincerity.

Oh, no, there was sincerity involved. Zhao Zheng felt that this Seventh Uncle's attitude towards him was very sincere, to the point of being humble.

Because of Uncle Seven's humble attitude, even the five brothers of Master Huo and the young Sixth Master, who was halfway through the family reunion, became humble as well.

Including the sons of Master Huo and others!

Anyway, everyone enjoyed the meal, except for the sixth young master, who was halfway through the family reunion and had a dark face because Master Huo and the others ignored him.

Zhao Zheng didn't get involved in this matter, after all, it was their family affair. But his intuition told him that this Xiao Liu was no good either.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Zhao Zheng declined Master Huo's offer to stay a few more days at the entrance of the kitchen, deciding to leave when it got dark.

Anyway, it will be another day or two before the Huo family's opportunity comes along. It's not too late for him to come back after he has sent two clients home.

"Fellow Daoist, it seems you won't be able to leave—"

Slightly tipsy, Uncle Qi chuckled as he looked at the suddenly gloomy sky. Zhao Zheng looked up at the rapidly darkening sky, then glanced at the coffin of Old Master Huo placed in the mourning hall, and laughed.

"Looks like I really won't be able to leave tonight!"

"Why don't you come and sit at my place, fellow Daoist?"

Seeing that Zhao Zheng was full of energy and showed no signs of sleepiness, Uncle Qi continued to speak to Zhao Zheng humbly.

"OK."

Zhao Zheng nodded, and the two of them said goodbye to Master Huo and the others before leaving the courtyard where the kitchen was located, leaving Master Huo and his brothers looking at each other.

They didn't mean anything by it, they just felt that Uncle Qi's attitude towards Zhao Zheng was too good, so they decided to be even nicer to Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng was unaware of what these people were thinking. He returned to the courtyard, changed into a Zhongshan suit, and then left the Huo family with his seventh uncle.

Stepping out of the Huo family's gate, the two came to the street. Zhao Zheng was attracted by the street scene in front of him, which was full of potholes and bluestone slabs.

People came and went on the road, and steam rose from the glutinous rice cake stalls, while herb stalls and vegetable stalls were lined up one after another.

The peddler's listless cries echoed as wooden houses and stilted buildings huddled together, their faded wine flags drooping listlessly in the autumn wind.

A motley crew of people gathered by the roadside, including nouveau riche with cigarettes in hand and an arrogant expression, as well as a refined and quiet private tutor with a book in hand.

There were also woodcutters carrying firewood, with machetes at their waists, poor men huddled barefoot to the side, and women carrying bamboo baskets—

Zhao Zheng looked curiously at the different scenery brought about by the different locations, and his seventh uncle, who was half a step behind Zhao Zheng, smiled.

"Is this your first time visiting western Hunan, fellow Daoist?"

"Yeah, I haven't traveled far from home much."

Zhao Zheng spoke up, revealing that apart from studying abroad once, the original owner of this body had never explored the beautiful landscapes of the motherland.

The main problem is that my family won't allow it!

There's nothing we can do; he's only eighteen this year!

"Then I'll have to show you around properly, fellow Daoist!"

Uncle Qi, acting as if he wanted to do a good job as a host, led Zhao Zheng on a short tour of Huo Family Town, which was neither too big nor too small.

After shopping and buying some local specialties, Uncle Qi led Zhao Zheng to his branch of the gang, located in the south of the town.

The hall wasn't in the style of a Taoist temple; it looked like a slightly larger courtyard, a large courtyard with four side rooms and four main rooms, Uncle Qi pushed open the gate and introduced it to Zhao Zheng.

"This is the ritual hall. My master and patriarch are enshrined in the main hall, while the inner room is used to seal off some of the demons and monsters I've captured!"

"Demons and monsters?"

As Zhao Zheng followed Uncle Qi into the courtyard, he asked curiously. Uncle Qi laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't misunderstand. The demons and monsters I'm talking about are a general term. There's only one rat demon among them. The rest are evil ghosts who have done evil and good ghosts waiting to be reincarnated."

"oh oh----"

"Oh, Master, you're back!"

"Master, who is this?"

A man and a woman entered through the main gate. Uncle Qi's expression turned serious as he said, "This is your Uncle Zhao. Hurry up and greet him!"

"Uncle-Master? But I feel like he's not even as old as me -- cough cough, A-Ming greets Uncle-Master Zhao (A-Ya greets Uncle-Master Zhao)."

Ah Ming and his companion obediently bowed, behaving even more like children than Zhao Zheng under Seventh Uncle's gaze.

"These are my two good-for-nothing apprentices. His name is A-Ming, and her name is A-Ya—" Uncle Qi introduced his two apprentices to Zhao Zheng.

After the introduction, Uncle Qi immediately ushered Zhao Zheng away, or rather, told his two apprentices to go to the side and wait. Then he led Zhao Zheng to the main hall—the inner room of the ritual room located in the east wing.

Actually, Uncle Seven would prefer to have tea with Zhao Zheng and reconnect, but he discovered that Zhao Zheng seemed more interested in demons and monsters.

Uncle Qi lifted the curtain of the inner room and gestured for Zhao Zheng to come in. The two entered the inner room, and Uncle Qi pointed to the wine jar with talismans pasted on it on the tiered altar and introduced it to Zhao Zheng.

"The Ghost-Sealing Altar on the left contains evil ghosts that have committed wicked deeds, while the Ghost-Sealing Jar on the right contains good ghosts waiting to be reincarnated. And the jar on the ground contains that rat demon!"

"Seventh Uncle, who is this?!"

"Who is this pretty boy?!"

"He's the disciple you took in—"

The voices of ghosts echoed from the Ghost Sealing Altar, but they vanished almost immediately, because of Zhao Zheng's words.

"Why keep these evil spirits around? Just kill them all."

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To be honest, I feel you're being too extreme, fellow Daoist!

Also, fellow Daoist, aren't you being a bit too ruthless!

Upon hearing this, Uncle Qi explained that the evil spirits were going down to the underworld to be judged, and Zhao Zheng nodded in agreement.

"Oh, I see!"

To be honest, he felt that his seventh uncle was too ruthless!

They could have simply killed these evil spirits and been done with it, but the other party insisted on sending them to the underworld to be punished.

In comparison, he is so kind!

Uncle Qi nodded, and seeing Zhao Zheng's gaze fall on the wine jar containing the rat demon that he had warded off with magic ropes and talismans, he spoke up.

"Actually, this rat demon can only be barely considered a demon—" Uncle Qi said, describing how he encountered this rat demon.

In closing, he sighed and lamented, "Perhaps it's true, as my comrades say, that Heaven is now unleashing its killing intent, and demons are running rampant. Otherwise, how could a mere ordinary field mouse have transformed into a monster!"

"Yes, there are indeed many monsters. I even encountered a snake demon before—the kind that wears human skin!" Zhao Zheng recounted the story of the snake woman in Tianjin, and the two chatted as they walked out of the ritual house.

"Um----"

Before long, they arrived at the main hall and began to drink tea and chat. After a while, they started discussing philosophy.

At first, Uncle Qi was very happy, but after a while, his smile gradually disappeared and his face became expressionless.

"Hmm—I guess I'd call him a water ghost—"

"If this ghost was hanged and fell into the water at the same time as its death, would it be considered a water ghost or a hanged ghost?"

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"Hmm? Fellow Daoist, don't you understand?"

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I really don't understand!

Also, I don't think someone would be so unlucky as to hang themselves and then drown at the same time, Uncle Seven thought to himself.

"Okay, let's change the question. It's common knowledge that drowned ghosts are afraid of water, and hanged ghosts are afraid of ropes. So, if someone is first strangled unconscious with a rope and then thrown into the water to drown, is he considered a drowned ghost or a hanged ghost? Would he immediately become agitated at the sight of ropes and water?"

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"Okay, let's change the question. If someone is burned alive and also chokes to death from the thick smoke, would they be considered a fire ghost or a smoke-killed ghost? Would they be afraid of both open flames and thick smoke, even afraid of sparks from the stove?"

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Uncle Qi stared blankly at Zhao Zheng. He suddenly realized that he shouldn't have thought about reconnecting with his friends. Now look what happened, he's almost out of feelings!

Also, he shouldn't have boasted on the street that he had caught thousands of ghosts. Now look what happened, his retribution has come.

As Zhao Zheng asked one tricky question after another, questions that seemed to carry a sinister undertone, Uncle Qi felt his Dao heart growing increasingly uneasy.

"By the way, fellow Daoist, I suddenly thought of another question. You just said that those evil spirits didn't receive retribution not because they weren't punished, but because their time hadn't come yet. So, can I understand it this way—"

Zhao Zheng paused for a moment, then continued, "If I kill them all now, wouldn't that mean their retribution has come, like the Buddhist concept of cause and effect? ​​Their evil deeds are the cause, and my killing them is the effect, right? So if I kill them, shouldn't they thank me?"

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I think the concept of cause and effect shouldn't be explained in this way!

Also, I think there's a 98% chance they won't thank you! Uncle Qi's eyelids twitched, and he looked at Zhao Zheng expressionlessly.

After a while, at the gate, Zhao Zheng, feeling that he had gained a lot from this trip, looked at his seventh uncle who had taken his two apprentices to look at the feng shui.

"Fellow Daoist, let's discuss the Dao again when we have time!"

"----good!"

Uncle Qi walked forward without looking back. As soon as he entered the alley, his face turned pale, and he covered his chest and sighed.

"Whoosh—whoosh—this person is really strange!"

"Um, what's wrong, Master?"

"Master, why is there blood at the corner of your mouth?"

"----fine!"

Uncle Qi shook his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and subconsciously thought of one question after another that Zhao Zheng had asked.

Fellow Daoist, I've heard a saying that when you kill a bad person, you become a new bad person, thus keeping the actual number of bad people the same. Does this mean that if I kill enough bad people at once, the number of bad people will decrease?

Fellow Daoist, have you heard of "form is emptiness" and "emptiness is form"? Look, if that's the case, then good is also empty, and evil is also empty. From this perspective, is there any essential difference between killing and saving people? They're both empty.

Zhao Zheng's questions kept echoing in Uncle Qi's mind, making Uncle Qi hear an invisible, crisp sound.

Seventh Uncle's Dao Heart cracked open, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again. He then ignored the exclamations of his two disciples, sat cross-legged, and began to silently recite the Yellow Court Scripture.

As for Zhao Zheng, sorry, he doesn't know Zhao Zheng. He's on his way to check the feng shui!

Zhao Zheng didn't know what his seventh uncle was thinking, but he felt that his seventh uncle was a good person. Although he hadn't solved all of his problems, he had answered about one or two out of ten of them.

"He's a good person—"

Walking through the deserted alley, Zhao Zheng sighed inwardly, watching the light rain falling from the sky, and took out an umbrella from the Five-Colored Divine Light Pearl and opened it.

Although he was able to remain untainted by the mud, and the rain wouldn't fall on him, it was still inappropriate to do so when there were people all around him!

After all, this is considered a public display of divine power!

"If I had known, I shouldn't have let Chen Bohua go back then. I should have asked him some questions too—" Zhao Zheng muttered to himself.

At the same time, he began to understand the greatest benefit of traveling: he could discuss the Dao with fellow Daoists and broaden his horizons.

"Unfortunately, my martial uncle doesn't like discussing Daoist principles—"

Zhao Zheng thought of Daoist Tianyi, who had only discussed Dao with him once and then refused to discuss it with him again, and a little regret arose in his heart.

He didn't rush back to the Huo family, but instead strolled around Huo Family Town and began collecting some herbs that were easy to find from the formulas for the Two Elements Mortal Transformation Pill and the three pill formulas on the stone wall.

There's not much to say about the process; it's just that some of the people are quite simple and honest, so much so that when Zhao Zheng pulled out the Colt, these people showed even more genuine smiles.

"well----"

In the alley, Zhao Zheng sighed, looking at the people who wanted to rob him with understanding in his eyes, and stepped forward.

Thud! Thud! Thud—

Four kicks in a row, four loud thuds in a row. Zhao Zheng looked at the four civilians on the ground whose arms he had broken with pity.

Oh, I forgot to mention, he understands, but understanding doesn't equal acceptance!

He continued buying medicinal herbs, and by the time he had bought enough, it was completely dark when Zhao Zheng returned to the Huo family.

It got dark because of the rain!

Even though it's not even 5 p.m. yet.

Having traveled smoothly without encountering any embarrassing or pretentious incidents, Zhao Zheng arrived at the side courtyard and raised an eyebrow at the main hall, which had been thoroughly cleaned and furnished with new furniture.

For some reason, subconsciously, he thought of "serving tea" and "serving the best tea"!

"Looks like I'm really not leaving tonight—"

Zhao Zheng looked back at the torrential rain pouring down from the night sky, then turned around and walked into the inner bedroom, looking at the bedroom that had been cleaned again and the new quilt on the bed.

"Tsk—"

Zhao Zheng clicked his tongue, closed the door, took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and took out two copies of Luo Siyao's biography that he hadn't had time to read yet, which Wei He and the other person had collected for him.

Zhao Zheng randomly selected a text and began to examine it using his innate ability of insight. As his insightful ability was fully activated, he began to examine it.

With the ability to break through illusions and seek truth activated, the messy scribbles on the parchment scroll gradually began to transform into traditional Chinese characters that he recognized.

However, this biography does not directly follow the content of the one he received earlier; instead, it omits the period from November 13th to November 19th.

The content begins directly from November 20th.

November 20th — The plague in the garrison camp has finally been completely brought under control. This time, I, the Imperial Physician, must make sure that the Imperial Physician gives me a huge reward, otherwise — I'll go back and complain to his wife — Humph —”

—By the way, something happened today that really angered me. The Commander has clearly caught those barbarians who threw dead rats into the garrison camp, but they refuse to admit it was them.—

—And, and, and—humph, these damned, shameless barbarians actually said that the barbarians who spread the plague were bribed by the enemy country. Bullshit! I saw you drinking together before, you know!

"—I'm furious! These barbarians only said they'd investigate thoroughly—I want to kill them all! Humph! But it's strange, the Commander and the Judge haven't pursued the matter further—I don't understand, I really don't understand! Are our Great Zhao soldiers just going to die for nothing? Those barbarians threw in the dead rats; they're the ones spreading the plague in the garrison camp!!"

"—Just you wait, I will definitely report you to the higher-ups—" Okay, I misunderstood the Dean and the Commander. It's not that they don't want to investigate this matter, but rather that there are people specifically assigned to handle it. —However, I still don't understand why they didn't just kill these barbarians. Even if they are from the Western Qin, they are just people from a tributary state, just a bunch of barbarians. I clearly remember my senior brother saying a few years ago that he could kill these barbarians if he wanted to.

—November 22nd. Tomorrow I'll be leaving the garrison camp. After all, I came here to find the source of the plague.— —Huh, that's strange. My senior brother, who's far away in the palace, actually contacted me through the "Shadow of the Mountain" technique. He's urging me to go back for his and Miss Fan's wedding.—

"It's really strange. How could Miss Fan's family agree to this? The Fan family are Shanxi merchants, the kind who won't get up early for nothing. With my senior brother's talent, how could the head of the Fan family agree to let him marry their daughter? Also, why is my senior brother becoming more and more willing to spend money on himself? His clothes look quite expensive. If he hadn't still refused to lend me money, I would have thought he had been possessed."

————November 23————Today is the first day of our journey————It's unbelievable! My senior brother from the pharmacy department has contacted me again, urging me to go back for a wedding banquet. And this stubborn guy isn't even contacting the pharmacy department for the wedding gift money? Has he really not been possessed? Or—has he discovered my secret stash?————Damn it, he must have discovered my hidden stash!!! No, I have to go back—or maybe I should wait until the Imperial Physician and I find the source of the plague before worrying about going back————

—Honestly, I feel it would be better to just close the borders completely, let all these plague-ridden barbarians die out, and then reopen them. Wouldn't that solve the plague problem?—

—Oh, right, there's one more thing. The battle qi those barbarian knights cultivate isn't battle qi at all. Damn it, you stinking barbarians, you dead barbarians! The battle qi these barbarians talk about is just plagiarizing the blood and qi martial arts that my Great Zhao warriors cultivate at the beginner level. Don't think you can hide it just because they modified it a little. I knew they used it secretly!—

—However—barbarians are barbarians, they can't even copy properly, they only copy battle tactics and not cultivation methods, and their internal cultivation methods are all a mess, I'd like to see if you can live past forty—Hmph, I hope you're all dead—That shameless Imperial Physician actually peeked at me writing my biography, outrageous! And he even made me revise it—This Physician will listen—Fine, I'll revise it then (So cool, so cool, when this Physician breaks through, this Physician will definitely beat you up)—”

This concludes the biography of Luo Siyao. Before Zhao Zheng could even turn to the second chapter, he was drawn in by the exclamations coming from the front yard.

"Has Old Master Huo come back to life?"

As Zhao Zheng listened to what those people were saying about ghosts and such, he slowly put away the biography of Luo Siyao, which was no longer in the style of a parchment scroll but had turned back into a piece of paper.

"It seems there won't be any great supernatural powers like a complete transformation this time—Zhao Zheng." Looking at the biography that didn't burst with supernatural light like the previous one after he put it away, he felt a little disappointed, but he didn't care too much about it.

Instead, he put on his shoes, walked out of the bedroom, looked at the sky outside the door where it wasn't raining, and left the side courtyard, heading towards the front yard.

Before long, they arrived at the front yard. Before Zhao Zheng could even speak, he saw Master Huo and the others, whose faces lit up with joy upon seeing him.

"Master, you've come at the perfect time—"

"Master, please take a look at what's going on—"

"Is the old man bluffing? —cough cough —"

Before the last person to speak, Fourth Master Huo, could finish his sentence, he was glared at by his elder brother, Master Huo.

Zhao Zheng glanced at the main hall where the coffin was placed, and without going in first, asked, "Tell me what happened first—"

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