Descending upon the terrifying heavens as a superman

Chapter 89 Maoshan Ming

A few minutes later————

Immediately afterwards, Tan Baiwan and his family members heard a commotion of chickens running and dogs barking inside the house.

Finally, a hideous, blue-faced, fanged, and grotesque-looking zombie suddenly appeared inside—a monstrous, vengeful corpse.

Calling it a zombie is an understatement; it's more like a ghost dressed in Qing Dynasty attire. It appeared in mid-air, baring its fangs and claws, and even ordinary people without the ability to see ghosts could clearly see it.

"How bizarre!" Tan Baiwan and his group cried out in surprise, scattering like birds and beasts as they fled in all directions.

But instead of killing, it acted like a sheepdog, teasing one here and another there—

Zhang Yue silently retreated to the corner. Mao Shanming was doing business, and he didn't need to get involved. He came over simply out of curiosity about how Mao Shanming developed his business.

I also want to see just how sophisticated and cunning the Nine Uncle's world truly is.

Okay, now we see, it can materialize and move furniture with its mind—

Moreover, Zhang Yue checked the Five Elements Compass and realized that it wasn't that Uncle Dong in [Zombie] was too strong, but rather too weak.

At this moment, the ghostly dance inside the house continued. Tan Baiwan was horrified to find that he had nowhere left to retreat to, and had retreated to a corner. The vengeful ghost in front of him was baring its fangs and claws, revealing a ferocious expression, and staggering towards him.

"Master, Master, help me!" Tan Baiwan shouted.

"Hurry up and post the silver notes—" Mao Shanming smiled slightly as he was in the house, making Da Bao act, pretending that he was too busy.

Tan Baiwan asked in confusion, "Taoist Master, why are you using silver notes for exorcising ghosts?"

"The silver note has cinnabar on it; it can suppress it—"

The silver note contained cinnabar; whether it could ward off ghosts was unknown, but Tan Baiwan must have realized at that moment that he might have been tricked by this Taoist priest.

Even knowing he might be scammed, he had no choice but to reluctantly take out a 50-tael silver note from his pocket and stick it on.

"How many were pasted?"

"Fifty taels."

"Fifty taels isn't enough, we need to add five hundred taels!"

Tan Baiwan didn't know if the vengeful ghost before him was related to the Taoist priest, but he still reluctantly took out 500 taels of silver and stuck it on the top of its head.

Then the vengeful ghost stopped moving.

Seeing this, Mao Shanming grinned and grabbed his umbrella, preparing to go out and finish up.

"Da Bao? What are you doing? Stop fooling around and come inside the umbrella. People outside are waiting to hear what's going on!" Mao Shanming urged.

"Ming—Uncle Ming—" Da Bao's voice trembled as he stood by the bed, and even his figure began to waver. "No—it's not that I don't want to do it, it's just that this room—it's so cold—"

"Nonsense, what ghost doesn't feel cold?" Maoshan Ming opened his eyes impatiently.

But the moment he opened his eyes, the smug look on his face froze.

The temperature in the room had dropped to freezing point at some point, and the flickering candlelight had turned into an eerie, ghostly green.

Even more terrifying, his canopy bed was now surrounded by "people" who had somehow appeared around it.

An old man dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes and wearing a melon-shaped hat; an old woman with a cane and a face full of wrinkles; a middle-aged scholar dressed as a Confucian scholar; and a woman who still retains her charm.

Even in the corner, there were several little devils wearing bibs and with pale faces, staring at Maoshan Ming with wide eyes and curiosity.

The whole family, young and old, were all there, a dozen or so in total!

"Holy crap?!" Mao Shanming shuddered in fright, his scalp tingling. He had just stirred up a hornet's nest.

Maoshan Ming let out a strange cry and ran away.

But someone ran even faster than them: the Tan family. After seeing the real female ghost family appear, they took off running, closing the gate to their house as they did so.

Mao Shanming ran to the door and pounded on it, shouting, "I haven't gone out yet! I haven't gone out yet! Open the door!"

Tan Baiwan's voice came from outside the door, "Taoist priest, please accept the five hundred taels, but you must help me exorcise the ghost. We'll come back to open the door at dawn—"

Immediately afterwards, I heard the sound of the door being locked with a click.

Maoshan Ming immediately started cursing, "I'm so angry!" It was clear that Tan Baiwan was still upset about being cheated out of 500 taels of silver, so he deliberately locked the door to prevent Maoshan Ming from coming out.

"￥#@&；*...——"

But no matter how much Maoshanming curses, the door is locked now, and that's that. Besides, the wall of Tan Baiwan's house is almost three meters high, so there's no way to climb over it.

Sensing the cold gazes of the female ghost and her family, Maoshan Ming turned and walked in with a forced smile, stammering, "I—"

I----"

If you have anything to say, just say it.

The female ghost was quite reasonable; she didn't immediately attack Maoshan Ming to the death.

"Ahem, young lady, what I'm trying to say is—humans live in the yang world, ghosts live in the yin world, why do you have to mix up the yin and yang?"

[I've messed up the balance of Yin and Yang. This is our ancestral home. They're the ones living above us. If you were in their shoes, and someone else was living above you, would you feel comfortable?]

Maoshan Ming chuckled awkwardly, "Where you live doesn't matter. Why don't you move? You're ghosts, so you won't catch a cold or get sick. It doesn't matter where you live, but it's different for humans—"

The old man slammed his cane down and roared, "Give this arrogant, ignorant Taoist priest a good beating and throw him out!"

Before he finished speaking, several male ghosts rushed forward.

"Da Bao, Xiao Bao, help!" Mao Shanming was terrified and hurriedly grabbed the Bagua mirror and the copper bell.

But when Da Bao and Xiao Bao saw that the other side had a large number of people and their yin energy was so strong, Xiao Bao was so scared that he scurried back into the umbrella and made sure to close the opening of the umbrella tightly.

Da Bao rushed over, but was quickly knocked to the ground by the old master's two servants.

"Don't come any closer! I'm ringing the bell! I'm really ringing the bell!"

Jingle Bell!

The copper bell rang, and several ghosts screamed, covering their ears and taking a few steps back in pain.

But Mao Shanming didn't want to push things too far, so he smiled apologetically and tossed the copper bell aside.

However, perhaps annoyed by Tan Baiwan's repeated requests to invite the Taoist priest, the old man of the haunted house, upon seeing Maoshan Ming throw away the copper bell, immediately rushed over viciously, grabbed his neck and began to strangle him, as if he would not stop until he had strangled him to death.

Da Bao struggled to come and help, but was stopped by the other two adult ghosts and couldn't beat them.

Mao Shanming's face turned purple. Just as he was about to die, he finally managed to touch a Bagua mirror, then repelled the old man and broke free. "Help! Brother Zhang, there are so many ghosts! A whole family!"

"Brother Zhang, save me, Maoshan Ming, who tumbled and fell into the courtyard. His Taoist robe was torn in several places, his peach wood sword was nowhere to be found, and his hair was in a mess."

But he knew that Zhang Yue was definitely there too, but she wouldn't intervene until he asked for help.

boom!

A loud bang!

The door was smashed down by a single person.

To be precise, he was blown up by a grenade. Since Zhang Yue came here, how could he not have brought some weapons for self-defense?

"Hello, miss—" A clear voice suddenly rang out in the wind-swept courtyard.

The ghosts instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.

From the shadows of the corridor, a young man dressed in a green robe and carrying a gray backpack slowly walked out, his eyes gleaming. Zhang Yue walked up to Mao Shanming and reached out to lift the limp Mao Shanming up from the ground.

"Zhang—Brother Zhang! Run! There are too many of them, no, too many ghosts! You can't fight them all by yourself!" Although Mao Shanming loved money and was concerned about his reputation, he still shouted anxiously when he saw Zhang Yue come out to save him.

"Fight? Who said I wanted to fight them?"

Zhang Yue smiled slightly, then his expression instantly turned solemn. "I'm here to reason with them—"

"Hello, miss."

When the female ghost saw Zhang Yue, it was unclear whether it triggered some underlying code or was due to the profound influence of her upbringing as a daughter of an official in her previous life.

The memory of the soul is no longer baring its fangs and claws.

She paused for a moment, then steadied herself and, like a lady from a respectable family, slowly gave a curtsy.

The female ghost had delicate features, not exactly stunningly beautiful, but she possessed the refined and graceful demeanor of a well-bred lady in her previous life, and was gentle, virtuous, and elegant.

"Hello, Uncle and Aunt, hello everyone—" Zhang Yue continued to greet the other ghosts.

Everyone else bowed, which shows that he was quite well-mannered during his lifetime.

Unfortunately, the old patriarch of this family was completely unreasonable. He was probably angered by Tan Baiwan's repeated affairs with his mistress and Mao Shanming's exorcisms. When it was his turn, he actually rushed up and attacked Zhang Yue.

As it flew over, it cursed, "Maoshan Taoists? They've suppressed our house and still dare to talk back!"

A surge of pure, vast, and righteous Maoshan magic power erupted from Zhang Yue's body like a volcanic eruption!

If Maoshan Ming's magical power is merely a bowl of water, then he can only be exorcised with a peach wood sword, an enlightened Bagua mirror, and a magical copper bell.

What Zhang Yue displayed at this moment was a raging lake. This was the magical power that Zhang Yue had cultivated over a long period of time by consuming heavy metal pills such as the Longevity Pill and the Immortal Pill, as well as the energy absorbed from the Other Shore Flower.

A terrifying, strange red light flashed in his once clear eyes – the [Life and Death Eyes] activated!

Mao Shanming muttered to himself, "This Taoist priest's eyes—weren't they perfectly normal during the day? How come they turned red after he opened his Yin-Yang Eyes?"

boom!

Eclipse —

In the blink of an eye, within Zhang Yue's sight, dark red flames instantly ignited all around, like the fires of the deepest hell, completely engulfing the female ghost and her family.

*Crack!* A dazzling golden arc of electricity exploded out of thin air between Zhang Yue's two fingers!

That wasn't ordinary static electricity, nor was it alternating current; it was the result of Zhang Yue's rigorous training of Chen Fulai over this period of time.

Combining the principles of modern AC and DC high-voltage pulse Taser guns, this is a highly condensed version of the [Five Thunderbolts Subduing Demons Spell]!

Boom!

Zhang Yue pointed with two fingers, and a wisp of lightning flashed, but it exploded in the air with a roar like real thunder.

The whole process happened in just a moment.

The incredibly powerful Pure Yang Thunder Spell instantly struck the old man who was still in mid-air.

Although not as effective as Senior Brother Shi Jian's single move in destroying a powerful evil spirit, Zhang Yue's improved technique, after learning some physics and chemistry, was sufficient to subdue ordinary evil spirits.

The key point is, it's very good-looking and very handsome.

The once menacing family in the haunted house turned pale and then green with fear and dread after feeling the power of the thunder and the oppressive force of the red hellfire.

Mao Shanming's mouth dropped open, his jaw almost falling off his feet.

"Spare me, spare me, Heavenly Master, spare me—"

"We were unaware of the arrival of the Celestial Master of Maoshan; we have offended you greatly, and we beg your forgiveness!"

The female ghost from before knelt down, pleading pitifully, "Please, Celestial Master, spare my grandfather's life—"

Zhang Yue let out a sigh of relief, "Now, can we talk properly?"

"Yes, yes, yes—"

"What are your orders, Celestial Master? We will obey immediately!"

The originally fierce-looking old man from the Qing Dynasty immediately became docile after being shocked by the electric shock. He took a deep breath of yin energy, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply to Zhang Yue.

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged scholar, the old lady, the woman, and even the little ghosts all uniformly withdrew their yin energy and bowed to Zhang Yue.

"We were unaware of the arrival of the Immortal Master from Maoshan; we have failed to greet you properly and beg your forgiveness!"

Zhang Yue said, "Tell me, what are you planning to do?"

The old man's voice was no longer sinister, but instead filled with the respect and courtesy befitting a scholarly family. He performed a deep, Qing Dynasty-style bow: "Immortal Master, please understand, it is not that we are attached to the mortal world or intend to harm others. It is simply that this Master Tan, in buying land and building a house, did not consider feng shui, and forcibly built this mansion on top of our family's ancestral graves!"

"We sleep peacefully underground, while they walk and relieve themselves above us in the mortal world. This bed is right above our heads. We could no longer tolerate it, so we move them away every time, just wanting some peace and quiet. We have never harmed a single person!"

Zhang Yue looked at the polite family and nodded with satisfaction. "You didn't take any lives, that's good. Otherwise, you would be facing the eclipse now, burning your souls to ashes."

Zhang Yue then turned to look at Tan Baiwan, who was huddled in the corner outside the gate, trembling with fear, and said coldly, "Mr. Tan, do you understand? You built your house on someone's ancestral grave, sleeping with their heads pressed down on it every day. The fact that they haven't strangled your entire family is already a blessing in disguise!"

"Listen—I understand! Immortal Master, save me! Immortal Master, please help me!"

Seeing Zhang Yue's incredible skill, Tan Baiwan scrambled over, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed repeatedly, crying, "I really didn't know this was my ancestral grave! If I had known, I would never have dared to build it here!"

Zhang Yue then turned to the female ghost and her family and said, "But have you considered this—today, you're lucky to have encountered the two of us. But what if you were unlucky and encountered a Taoist priest with profound magical power but who is unreasonable? What would you do then?"

"If he only cares about taking money and doing his job, and then beats your whole family to death right away, who will you have to complain to?"

The female ghost, tears streaming down her face, cried, "My family knows. We will do whatever the Celestial Master says—"

"Alright, now that you know, things will be easier."

Zhang Yue's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. Tan Baiwan said, "Although this Senior Brother Mao made a mistake just now, it was because he was kind-hearted and did not want to harm innocent souls. Now, I'll give you two options: First, demolish this house and build another one elsewhere; second, pay a large sum of money to have my Senior Brother Mao preside over the ritual, select an auspicious burial site, exhume the coffins of this old man and his entire family, and give them a grand reburial, burning enough gold and silver paper money for them to use for a hundred years."

"I choose option two! I choose option two!" Tan Baiwan shouted without hesitation. "As long as they can be sent away—no, as long as they can be properly settled, I'm willing to give another five hundred taels of silver to the Taoist priest to manage!"

Upon hearing the words "500 silver dollars," Mao Shanming's eyes instantly lit up like two 1,000-watt light bulbs. All the pain in his body vanished in an instant. He scrambled to his feet, utterly astonished and deeply grateful to Zhang Yue.

Seeing that the matter could be resolved so satisfactorily, the old man's family was somewhat reluctant to move away from their ancestral home.

But this is the only way for now. Moving away from this harassing place will allow them to find a propitious burial site and a hundred years of offerings. So they bowed to Zhang Yue again in unison, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Celestial Master. We will never forget it!"

The following day, Tan Baiwan hosted a grand banquet, serving the two "masters" the finest food and wine.

Maoshan Ming made a fortune and became completely subservient to Zhang Yue. He not only gave Zhang Yue half of his five hundred taels of silver but also addressed him as "Brother Zhang" with great intimacy.

However, Maoshan Ming was clueless about finding auspicious burial sites, and although Zhang Yue possessed the Dragon-Seeking Technique, he was only a novice.

So the three parties agreed that in a few days Zhang Yue would ask Uncle Jiu to help Tan Baiwan and Li Gui's family find a new auspicious place to move.

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