The Demonic Taoist Priest Emerges from the Mountain

I felt Ning Jinrou's muscles tense up as I held her.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that she had already put her hand on her handbag.

As soon as she senses something is wrong, this girl will immediately pull out a talisman and physically send those old men to their doom.

I quickly tightened my grip, signaling Ning Jinrou not to make any rash moves.

Then, I let go of his hand and walked over to the group of old men.

"Gentlemen, please don't be angry. I really came to see Qin Guozhu."

As I spoke, I took a pack of Liqun cigarettes out of my pocket and placed it in the hand of the old man who was in the lead.

The old man's face remained serious, his eyes fixed intently on me.

"You yourself said that Qin Guozhu has a child. Look at me, how much do I resemble him?"

I had a kind smile on my lips.

The old men were stunned.

Then he really looked me over carefully.

One of the old men stared wide-eyed and muttered, "Yes! This kid really does look a bit like Old Qin when he was young!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, the old man next to him quickly pulled him back.

"Shh, don't talk nonsense!"

Their movements were very discreet, and their voices were very soft, but I still managed to hear them.

"Eighteen years ago, I left Liuweng Village. Now, eighteen years later, I've returned, hoping to reconnect with my ancestors. Gentlemen, could you please do me this favor?"

I asked tentatively, then pulled a pack of Liqun cigarettes from my pocket and slammed it on the table.

The old man at the head of the group remained silent for a moment.

"If you really are the village chief's son, then of course you can enter the village."

He said.

When I heard this, my heart skipped a beat.

village head?

My unlucky old man became the village chief?

Didn't Third Master Qin say that my unfortunate old man has been having a hard time these past few years, and that people are always talking behind his back?

How did he become the village chief?

Upon hearing this news, I didn't feel happy; instead, I began to feel vaguely worried.

I have no doubt about what Master Qin said.

Third Master Qin would never lie to me.

But here I am, and my father's situation is completely different from what Master Qin said.

Then I have to doubt one thing.

The fact that Liuweng Village has become like this is related to my father!

I suppressed all my doubts and bowed to the old men.

He then immediately took Ning Jinrou into the village.

We walked along the village paths.

Everyone I met along the way was strange.

Whether adults or children, they all looked at Ning Jinrou and me with a scrutinizing gaze.

That kind of gaze makes people very uncomfortable.

However, we are now blind, and so far, we have no idea what happened in this village.

They didn't dare to lash out.

Ignoring the stares of these people, I followed the memories from my dream and finally found that dilapidated old house.

Looking at this house, which consists of only two stone rooms.

I stood at the doorway and suddenly didn't know what to do.

I feel apprehensive as I get closer to home.

I have been away from this family for eighteen years.

For the past eighteen years, I have no idea what has happened to my father.

I'm also a little afraid to see my dad.

Ning Jinrou, who was standing next to me, was looking at me.

He said softly, "Go inside. At least you'll be able to see your father."

She said this with a hint of sadness in her voice.

I almost forgot that Ning Jinrou's parents are both dead.

I took a deep breath, reached out and knocked on the yard gate, and called out, "Is anyone home?"

With that shout from me.

Suddenly, there was a commotion inside the small, dilapidated two-room house.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden door of the house was opened.

A dark-skinned, muscular middle-aged man stepped out of the door.

The middle-aged man stopped moving the moment he saw me.

Those eyes were fixed on me without moving.

A hint of tears welled up in her eyes.

This middle-aged man is my father, Qin Guozhu!

"Child...who...who are you looking for?"

My father asked, somewhat stammering.

Although I felt he had already recognized me.

But he still asked me cautiously.

I was afraid that I had misread it and would end up being disappointed.

When I saw this scene, my eyes welled up with tears.

Although I didn't grow up with my father, I don't have much affection for him.

But in my dream on the night I survived my near-death experience, I truly felt my parents' love for me.

"Thump!"

I suddenly knelt down at the door and kowtowed hard to my father.

His voice was slightly choked up.

"Father...it's me, Qin Fang, I'm back!"

Upon hearing this, my father could no longer hold back.

A burly man, however, had tears streaming down his face.

"child!"

He ran quickly toward me.

He yanked open the fence gate and quickly helped me up.

Tears streamed down his face, yet he continued to scrutinize me.

"You've grown up, you've grown up, that's wonderful, so wonderful!"

He kept muttering to himself.

This moment is a genuine expression of emotion.

Even Ning Jinrou, who was standing to the side, was affected, and her eyes were now red and swollen.

Behind my and my father's backs, she secretly wiped away tears a few times.

Without much small talk, my father pulled Ning Jinrou and me into the room.

"Son, you and your friend wait here for your father. I didn't even know you were back. I'll go get some good wine and food right away. Please sit down and relax."

As my dad talked, he walked out, and you could tell he was genuinely happy.

I watched my father leave.

Then he began to look around at this home he had never returned to before.

Everything here is just like the memories in my dream.

There was only a memorial tablet placed in the main hall.

The memorial tablet clearly reads: "The Spirit Tablet of My Late Wife, Qin's Mother, née Liu, whose maiden name was Guixiang."

This is my mother's memorial tablet.

I walked up to the memorial tablet, respectfully lit three incense sticks, bowed, and then placed the incense sticks into the incense burner.

"Mother, I survived."

I whispered to myself, then wiped my mother's memorial tablet.

After finishing these tasks, I turned around and looked at Ning Jinrou, who was staring blankly out the door, and sat down next to her.

Ning Jinrou noticed this and looked away.

"There is no yin energy here."

Ning Jinrou said.

Ning Jinrou began her investigation as soon as she entered the village.

Having now walked through most of the village, she was surprised to find that the entire village was filled with yang energy and there was no yin energy at all.

This means that this is not a ghost village.

Everything in the village is real, not an illusion.

That is precisely why.

Ning Jinrou became increasingly suspicious.

If Liuweng Village was perfectly fine, why was it isolated by the thick fog?

In addition, there is still one question that lingers in the minds of both of us.

Where have all the people who came here to investigate gone all these years?

"Shall we go out and take a look?"

I hope all of this is normal.

But reason tells me that there must be something wrong with Liuweng Village.

Regardless of the outcome, I must find out the root of the problem in Liuweng Village.

Only in this way can I truly help my father.