The Northern Song Dynasty returned south, seeking the truth of the Dao.

Upon hearing the old man's description, the image that immediately came to mind was that of a man with white hair and beard, a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks. Moreover, he was skilled at communicating through dreams, that is, dreaming.

These circumstances seem very similar to those of a weasel in human form. The weasel, also known as the Yellow Immortal in folklore, is actually a weasel. Generally, after transforming into human form, it possesses the ability to seduce people.

The term "dreamer" refers to someone who uses dreams to bewitch or confuse a person's mind, making them obey. What Old Sun just said—that he seemed to be possessed by a ghost in his dream—fits this description perfectly.

Old Sun, seeing Wang Zhenhuan remain silent for so long, assumed the matter was troublesome. A sense of panic crept into his heart, and his expression grew increasingly tense. He kept glancing back at the coffin.

Wang Zhenhuan smiled at him, patted his hand to reassure him, and then said with a smile, "Old man, don't panic. I was just wondering who this so-called 'immortal' really is."

"Does that young Taoist priest have any ideas? In my dream, the first thing I saw was this immortal, with a long white beard, an otherworldly air, and a radiant aura around him."

He subconsciously believed most of it, and when he saw the bloodstained cub at the door the next day, he no longer doubted his identity. "According to the Taoist priest, could this immortal be a fake?" Old Sun asked Wang Zhenhuan.

"Of course it's fake. Have you ever seen a deity who harms living beings like this? What kind of immortal would drink this kind of turbid wine filled with resentment? If I'm not mistaken, this so-called 'deity' should be a transformed anomaly." Wang Zhenhuan said with a frown.

"My God! A monster? That's a demon! This..." Old Sun slumped into his chair upon hearing Wang Zhenhuan's words. To ordinary people, demons were things that specifically harmed people.

In their minds, the mere mention of "extraordinary beings" would instinctively conjure up the image of monsters. Coupled with the image of various supernatural powers harming the people, a sense of dread would immediately creep into their hearts.

Previously, Ao Shuang, as the river god of the Huai River, had never harmed the people. However, he was rumored to be a strange and ugly person, which shows that the people naturally have a fear of the extraordinary.

At this moment, Old Sun was in the same situation. Upon hearing Wang Zhenhuan say that the "immortal" he saw in his dream might actually be a monster, he was immediately terrified and slumped into his chair, not knowing what to do.

"No, not all strange creatures are monsters. Only those that harm people can be called monsters. Old man, this monster isn't just for you to use its cubs to pamper yourself in bars, is there anything else you're told?"

Wang Zhenhuan looked at the collapsed old man Sun and asked. This time he didn't offer any words of comfort. This old man was so bold as to agree to such a morally reprehensible thing; it would be good to frighten him a little.

As the saying goes, "A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit," and actions speak louder than words. Some things can only be truly understood and learned through personal experience, and only then can one be truly heeded when faced with the same situation again.

It took Old Sun a long time to recover. He shakily picked up the teapot on the table, wanting to pour himself a cup of tea. Unexpectedly, his hands were still trembling, and he spilled all the tea on the table.

Seeing this, Wang Zhenhuan sighed. If only he had known then what he knows now! He reached out and took the teapot. After pouring a cup for Old Sun, he poured one for himself as well.

After drinking a cup of hot tea, Old Sun felt much better. His face was pale as he looked at Wang Zhenhuan, his voice trembling slightly as he said, "Dao...Daoist Master, that god...no, that monster, after I soaked it in wine..."

Every day at dusk, I would leave the brewed liquor at the gate of the courtyard, and he would come to collect it. The rest, as payment, I would keep for myself to drink…”

"So after you drank it, you felt much more energetic. So you believed what that 'immortal' said? You thought this wine could prolong your life? And then you stayed at home alone, dreaming of immortality?" Wang Zhenhuan raised an eyebrow at him.

"Master, I was bewitched! This was the first time I'd ever encountered something like this, and I thought I'd stumbled upon some divine destiny. I regret it so much!!" Old Sun said, bowing his head in a sorrowful voice.

Hearing this, Wang Huanzhen's heart softened. Yes, even though he had once been in the palace, he was still just an ordinary, elderly man. When faced with such a situation, he would instinctively try to think the best of things.

He hesitated for a moment, then grasped Old Sun's hand and transferred some spiritual energy to him. As Wang Zhenhuan's spiritual energy entered his body, Old Sun's spirits lifted, and his condition improved considerably.

Now is not the time to ponder what this monster is. The most urgent task is to find a way to resolve the resentment emanating from this coffin. Otherwise, it will surely breed demons later on.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhenhuan said to Old Sun, "Old man, I won't lie to you. This house is uninhabitable for a while. You should go back to Xiayi to live."

"This humble Taoist priest is here to try and seal the resentment within the coffin. Only after the officials from the yamen return can we consider resolving this matter."

"This... young Taoist priest, can I still come back to live here in the future?" When Old Sun heard that Wang Zhenzhen was not going to let him live here anymore, he felt a little sad. After all, he had built this house himself, piece by piece.

Now that he's suddenly leaving, it's understandable that he feels a little reluctant. Wang Zhenhuan understands his thoughts; the older people get, the less willing they are to leave familiar places—it's a common human failing.

But this house is absolutely uninhabitable. If someone continues to live there, they might be consumed by resentment and turn into a mindless walking corpse.

"Let's talk about it another time. If we can find the culprit and get rid of this resentment, maybe we can come back. But don't even think about it in the short term."

Wang Zhenhuan didn't completely rule him out, leaving him with a glimmer of hope. Considering he was all alone, without children, and already so old, Wang Zhenhuan feared that if he gave up hope, he might contemplate suicide.

Taoism is a religion that values ​​life and considers saving lives the greatest merit. Therefore, suicide is the most undesirable act, as humans have three souls and seven spirits. If one dies by hanging or in an accident, one of the three souls, the conscious soul, will remain in the human world.

The waking soul and the guardian soul, one of the three souls, cannot unite as one, so they cannot report to the underworld and thus become homeless wandering ghosts. In other words, people who die by hanging cannot be reincarnated.

This is why Wang Zhenhuan wanted to leave something for him as a memento. He helped Old Sun up and comforted him, "Old man, why don't you go out and wait for me?"

"What about you, Taoist priest? Shall we go together?" Old Sun asked Wang Zhenhuan with concern.

"This humble Taoist priest needs to set up an altar and perform a ritual; first, he must seal this coffin!"