The Demonic Taoist Priest Emerges from the Mountain

Chapter 57 Yin Flower Sect's Binding Order

My punch was vicious.

The Thousand-Faced Ghost suddenly turned around and grabbed my fist tightly.

The black energy on the fist extinguished instantly upon contact with him.

The Thousand-Faced Demon had a fierce face and stared at me.

"I told you, I don't want to kill you today."

After saying that, the Thousand-Faced Ghost pushed me away.

The difference in our abilities is simply too great.

Seeing this, Ning Jinrou and Yan Jingxia moved at the same time.

But I stopped them.

I could sense the overwhelming power of the Thousand-Faced Demon.

Just as he said, the three of us combined were no match for him.

The Thousand-Faced Ghost sneered, then turned and left.

"Are you just going to let him go like that?"

Ning Jinrou gritted her teeth.

Yan Jingxia also looked at me.

I was trembling all over, and my eyes were bloodshot.

"Um."

I responded to Ning Jinrou in a low voice, then turned to look at my father, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

I really feel like I don't deserve to be a human being.

I had been separated from my father for eighteen years, and when I came back, I didn't get to say a single word to him.

Looking at the wound on my father's head, my heart ached.

I was the one who smashed it!

Ning Jinrou and Yan Jingxia stood quietly beside me, without disturbing me.

I cried for a long time until dawn broke, and only then did I manage to compose myself.

I carried my father's body on my back and walked down the mountain.

The journey was difficult, and the vegetation everywhere tore my clothes to shreds.

My skin was pierced in many places, but I didn't let my guard down at all, and I carried my father's body back to Liuweng Village.

After last night's events, the surviving villagers were filled with righteous indignation.

They burned down the temple that was built on the threshing ground.

They even dragged out the body of the monk Shanjie and hung it on a lamppost outside the door.

I had no interest in dealing with any of that, and I took my father's body home.

Some villagers saw it and wanted to come up and see what was going on.

They gathered in my yard, whispering amongst themselves, I don't know what they were saying.

When I got home, I locked the door.

I quietly wiped my father's body and changed him into clean clothes.

Just then, there was a knock on my door.

An aged voice came from outside the door.

"Qinwa'er, what happened? Do we need everyone's help?"

That voice sounds familiar to me.

That's the old man who stopped me when we entered the village.

I didn't expect this guy to still be alive.

I opened the door with a cold expression.

All the villagers were looking at me.

"Qinwa'er, don't be too sad. You saved us, and we should thank you properly. If you need any help, just let us know. Everyone will contribute what they can, whether it's money or effort..."

The old man kept talking.

My expression grew colder and colder until I finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"roll!"

I growled.

The old man seemed surprised by my attitude, probably thinking he was just getting old and hard of hearing.

"What?"

He looked at me with a puzzled expression.

I slowly raised my head and looked at the old man.

"roll!"

This time, I practically roared it out.

All the villagers were stunned, staring at me in disbelief.

I ignored them and slammed the door shut.

I really have no good feelings towards these villagers.

When I was born, they stopped my mother and didn't care whether she lived or died.

Later, I was taken away by Master Qin.

These people didn't let my father off the hook either.

They targeted my father both openly and secretly, and my father's life became very difficult.

Most of the suffering in my family was caused by these people.

Now that my father is dead, they've finally shown their concern.

They simply valued the skills I learned from Master Qin.

They wanted to curry favor with me so that I would owe them a favor and they could ask me for help if they encountered any difficulties in the future.

These people are calculating their own agendas.

I may not have seen much of the world, but I understand human nature.

I can tell the difference between what is real and what is fake.

I also know what kindness is and what hatred is.

As I listened to the people outside spouting rude and unreasonable words, my fists clenched tightly.

I've already made up my mind.

After my father is buried, I will never return to Liuweng Village.

The people and things here will have nothing to do with me anymore.

My father's funeral was handled by Ning Jinrou and Yan Jingxia.

It was deserted and quiet, with hardly anyone around, and the event was extremely simple.

All the people involved in the funeral ceremony were called from the city.

Funeral supplies, including coffins and burial clothes, are all of the highest quality.

This is all thanks to Ning Jinrou; she has built up quite a network of connections in the city over the years.

To my surprise, Lu Ze and Liang Dong also came on the day of my father's burial.

I didn't say much about their arrival.

However, Lu Ze's aura was faintly turning black, while Liang Dong's aura was becoming increasingly brilliant.

After the funeral, both Lu Ze and Liang Dong invited me to ride in their cars back to the city.

Then I understood.

These two guys definitely want something from me.

I rejected both of them and got into Ning Jinrou's car.

Surprisingly, Yan Jingxia hadn't left yet and came back to Guanshanlou with us.

On the way, Ning Jinrou said to me somewhat shyly, "Well, I invited Lu Ze and Liang Dong. Actually, they came looking for me a couple of days ago, but they didn't find us when they went to Guanshan Tower. Later, the formation in Liuweng Village was broken, so I told them we were here."

"Hey, you're not allowed to look sullen!"

Seeing my face getting darker and darker, Ning Jinrou pointed at me.

"You owe me a lot of money this time!"

As she spoke, Ning Jinrou began to calculate.

"I used about forty talismans, one of which was even stamped with a magical seal. I'll just charge you 100,000 yuan for that. Also, there's the funeral money..."

Ning Jinrou suddenly stopped talking at this point.

"Forget it, let's skip the funeral expenses."

As she spoke, I rolled my eyes in exasperation.

"Why don't you just rob it?"

One hundred thousand yuan is a huge sum of money in this day and age.

Even if I cut off my own flesh and sold my blood, I still couldn't get it out.

Ning Jinrou chuckled and patted my shoulder.

"I'll keep owing it and pay it back slowly later."

Seeing Ning Jinrou's meticulous and calculating manner, even Yan Jingxia, who was sitting in the back row, couldn't bear to watch.

Seeing that we stopped talking, Yan Jingxia took out a coin from her pocket.

This coin was given to me by the Thousand-Faced Ghost.

Actually, I've never understood what this coin represents.