"Your master? Si Guan Zhenren?"
Uncle Huang's tone changed slightly.
When he mentioned my identity before, Uncle Huang gulped and remained silent once.
In reality, my relationship with Uncle Huang was quite good before, and he knew a lot. Huajing was also very close to Uncle Huang.
Only when Huajing's Tianyi Yanggui fate was exposed did Uncle Huang and Changfeng Daoist Temple... no, the suspicion of a conspiracy with Han Zixi, which might target Huajing, led to my caution towards Uncle Huang.
Later, by a twist of fate, he became the scapegoat for Si Yan, which caused Han Zixi to resent him.
He knows who my master is and knows the old Qin.
If at this moment, Uncle Huang chooses to say a few more words, I will get into trouble.
My heart is in turmoil, but I dare not show the slightest sign of unease on my face.
"I never imagined that the former real person of Si Guan Mountain would have died in Jin Yang. It is truly a sad event. I apologize for my rudeness, please forgive me, God of Miracles, and Grand Master. This senior master, please forgive him as well." Uncle Huang apologized to He Youtian and the seven senior masters.
My heart, which had been hanging in the balance, finally dropped.
Uncle Huang chose to keep it a secret.
Time passed slowly, and the car entered the city center, drove through the city, and headed towards the outskirts in that direction.
We didn't go directly to the city god temple; instead, we exited the city from the outskirts, drove for about ten or fifteen minutes, and entered a small village.
He Youtian was very agitated, looking somewhat tense and anxious.
Uncle Huang made a few seals at the doorway, lit several incense sticks, and a woman's spirit floated slowly towards the village entrance.
The ghost was dressed in a Taoist robe, looking emaciated. It was visible that her exposed neck had scars, and her clothes seemed to be torn but not entirely broken.
When a person dies, their ghost will generally be in the same appearance.
She is indeed Tang You, her appearance matches, and her death appearance also matches.
Just that, her consciousness is indeed very weak; she did not recognize He Youtian, even. In her eyes, there was only a bit of spiritual light, and it was only by relying on a mark between her eyebrows that she could maintain her presence and not disperse.
He Youtian's expression was the perfect explanation of what it means to have both joy and sorrow.
He chanted a spell that even I felt unfamiliar with, capturing Tang You's soul in his hand, forming an odd-looking amulet.
Following that, he stuffed the amulet into the mouth of Tang You's corpse, and a faint aura of gloom surrounded the body.
"Old Gong, could you please consider burying a large site in the future? Tang's junior sister passed away early on, her cultivation was far from enough. However, if there is a good terrain for her burial, she may also have a chance to be transformed." He Youtian asked seriously.
"Not a big deal, just a small matter! Even if Uncle He doesn't say anything, I can't let this beautiful young nun of the Daoist sect be so lonely and become a ghost without a resting place."
"This wandering ghost should be with the Song family!" Old Gong said with a serious face.
A hint of joy flashed in He Youtian's eyes as he looked at Uncle Huang, his expression became even more serious.
"I owe you a favor."
"This..." Uncle Huang's throat moved slightly. "Grand Master, you're too kind. I didn't know that this soul was so closely related to Si Guan Mountain. It's just that she is good to others. You know, ghosts come in two types: those who don't want to reincarnate and those who can't reincarnate. Both are prone to harming people. It's because of her goodness that I left the mark; it wasn't to barter for favors."
"If Grand Master can resolve the pestilential ghosts, he will have benefited the ten thousand people of Jin Yang."
I used to think that Uncle Huang wasn't completely neutral, but I didn't realize until now that his enlightenment was so profound.
"Mm." He Youtian nodded, then said: "There are no safe places to rest in Jin Yang. My intention was to return to Si Guan Mountain as soon as possible. I planned to discuss it further after the pestilential ghosts. However, since you, the city god, have come, the situation has become complicated."
"Grand Master is too kind. I am merely an on-duty city god, and the real city god is a registered Yin official. You can call me Uncle Huang." Uncle Huang said with a serious face.
I was pondering, are there so many sayings in this city god temple?
That's true, the city god should be like the earth, and it can't be a person.
We did not linger at the village entrance. We got back into the car and returned to the city god temple.
The coffin of Si Guan Zhenren and Tang You's corpse were placed in the temple's main hall. Uncle Huang talked to us about his current investigation and understanding of the pestilential ghosts.
In the absence of any unforeseen circumstances, the pestilential ghosts have occupied an underground main corpse, possessing it and reviving it.
Until now, they have not shown their true faces. The efforts of the city officials have been much stronger than before.
In fact, the ghosts they have captured have no one to bring them to the city god temple.
By this point, Uncle Huang paused for a moment, explaining the reasons. In addition to the priests and masters who can suppress ghosts, a part of the lower nine streams can utilize ghosts. Another part will send ghosts to him to solve the problem. They will deliver resentful ghosts to the underworld and then send them into the underworld. Although there is no possibility of rebirth, it is not a bad way to resolve the issue.
After all, it is too difficult for the lower nine streams to subdue evil ghosts to the extent of them becoming wandering spirits.
We didn't interrupt him, letting him continue to speak.
Uncle Huang breathed a sigh of relief and his eyes revealed apprehension: "The evil ghosts haven't been sent to the city god temple, which leaves only one possibility. The pestilential ghosts have eaten themselves, afraid to appear, only secretly constantly consuming them. They are afraid of being suppressed at birth. The organization of the lower nine streams is afraid of involving themselves, so they dare not come to Jin Yang. After something happened at Changfeng Daoist Temple, the news couldn't be spread out. The tomb for ghosts... they probably want to use the pestilential ghosts for themselves."
"The pestilential ghost is now likely in a place that is extremely safe for him."
"Listening to you say a lot, it's better than listening to a lot," said Old Gong. "Where is that place? Can you tell me directly?"
Uncle Huang was slightly embarrassed and said: "If I knew where it was, I could notify all the city god temples and gather strength to strike him with a thunderous blow. Isn't it that I don't know?"
"Old Gong, can you calculate it?"
"Old Gong, can you calculate it?" was not me, but He Youtian who spoke.
"Cough cough, it's not impossible, but it's a bit of trouble. I can't just use my big yellow teeth to calculate. If I could bring my equipment, I could figure it out."
"Hmm... I know where they are hidden, Master will go with me to retrieve them."
Uncle Huang's face immediately revealed a look of excitement: "Is that really true!?"
"Haha, Uncle Huang has no reason to doubt it. The reputation of Yan Chi Jin Xiang Di Ruo Shen is not earned in vain," He Youtian satisfiedly stroked his beard.
"Xuan Chi Jin Xiang... Mr. Wu?"
Uncle Huang looked at Old Gong seriously, and his eyes finally revealed a look of realization: "I see!"
Old Gong was a bit dissatisfied and snorted twice.
"All right, Senior Master Q, you stay here with Si Yan, and I will go for a trip with the God of Miracles," He Youtian said.
"Don't worry, Senior Master Q. I can climb onto His body. That target is much smaller, and it's not easy to handle when you take action." Old Gong opened his eyes and said.
He Youtian's brow slightly furrowed.
Old Gong licked his lips before saying, "Old He, do you not trust Old Gong's abilities anymore? Have you forgotten how Old Gong warned you?"
His eyes glanced at Si Guan Zhenren's coffin.
"And, don't let Sir Ye follow us. That thing has a big target too." Old Gong glared at Uncle Huang.
"This... isn't it a bit risky to go into the city god court alone?" Uncle Huang began to say.
This sentence made me feel a slight shock in my heart.
