I have clearly told Lao Gong that I do not want to add unnecessary complications.
Lao Gong, however, narrowed his eyes while smiling, becoming even more sinister.
Generally speaking, when Lao Gong smiles, it is hard to predict whether it will be a laughing matter or a serious one.
He must have some determined means to achieve his goals.
I say no more, and head straight towards Wu Ling's residence.
Sihui Town is not large, and it will take only a few minutes before I reach Wu Bing's home.
The layout of the entire house has not changed, and it seems that Wu Ling has not been back for a long time. Some bamboo racks used for drying medicinal herbs have fallen over and are covered with spider webs. The yard is also cluttered with dead branches and leaves.
"This little bastard, once he gets some power, he even forsakes his home."
Lao Gong did not spare a word, starting to curse Wu Ling from head to foot.
I stopped in the middle of the yard. Lao Gong jumped off my shoulder and rolled into the room where Wu Ling used to live.
After a moment's thought, I followed him, determined to see what means Lao Gong was employing.
As soon as we stepped into the house, Lao Gong began to vomit.
A dark purple-red object was vomited up by him. At a glance, it seemed bloodied and fleshless. However, upon closer inspection, it was found to be a fetus with all limbs intact, and its skin was so thin that the blood vessels and meridians could be seen.
Subsequently, when Lao Gong vomited again, he expelled a roll of yellowish-white skin.
Lao Gong's body slowly unfolded, he bent over, sneered and muttered: "That little beast that little beast, turn around and find your old turtle dad. He played around with you recklessly and brought you out. You're dead, his responsibility is the biggest! What's wrong with playing around with broken shoes? Why play with Sun Zhuo? That concubine of the Xu family is not just troublesome.”
Between his words, Lao Gong began to fumble with that piece of skin.
Finally, I understand why the people in the underworld would vomit.
With the skin here, Xu Nu is just a bare carcass. Add to this, the fetus is taken out, and it's possible that Lao Gong has even opened up Xu Nu's stomach.
Human fat, bones, and internal organs are inherently unsettling to others, let alone a body that has been desecrated in such a manner.
"Your little beast soul hasn't been taken away, it's probably your concubine giving your turtle dad a surprise. Hmph, this kind of surprise, you should give it yourself." Lao Gong's smile became increasingly twisted and perverted.
I was about to remind Lao Gong that he needs to be mindful of his mental state and not let his heart turn evil when dealing with Wu Ling, as that would be quite troublesome.
Just at this moment, Lao Gong stammered, shook his head vigorously, and some ink-like characters appeared on his head, looking like that scripture again.
Lao Gong remained silent, focusing on wrapping the skin into a swaddle and placing the fetus inside.
Afterwards, Lao Gong walked around the room, picking up a few strands of hair here and there, gathering some nail pieces, all of which he threw into the swaddle.
Finally, Lao Gong threw the swaddle upwards towards a spot on the beam.
There was a soft clanging sound as the swaddle hit the wooden beam, and the spot where it landed turned pitch black, as if surrounded by mist, and disappeared.
"My lord, allow me to use your physique."
Lao Gong stood before me, looking obsequious.
As soon as I nodded, Lao Gong's body emitted a faint mist like that of ghosts, which instantly penetrated into my body.
Lao Gong controlled me, walking to various locations within the room and biting his index finger to draw blood and write charms on the walls.
Although I still don't know how to do it, I can recognize that this is a magical charm.
The name is, Hou Tu Wu Jian Nan.
A single charm had deepened the darkness of the beam by a few degrees.
Lao Gong drew more than a dozen charms in a row.
As the black began to seep out into a faint shade of blue, Lao Gong controlled my body to leave Wu Ling's home, and he drew another charm on the doorstep before leaving.
After all this was done, he left my body, leaving only his head. He hehe-hehe-smiled: "My lord, do you feel good? I have engraved the two characters Jian Nan on that little brat's body. Wu Ling that old turtle made a great gain! Master Gong took the name, and it's so authentic."
"Will this harm anyone else in the town?" I asked Lao Gong.
"No, no, my lord, you should be clear. A stillborn fetus only wants to find its father. Who made him fatherless? Who made him father do all those harmful and self-interested things?" Lao Gong replied once again.
I was stunned for a moment and then realized.
It's been a long time since I've used the art of the nine schools, and some common knowledge has really become rusty.
"Once the charm has drawn the circle, he cannot get out. Wu Ling, that old turtle, doesn't even know what happened. He will be unable to sleep or calm down. When he returns, hahaha! Unless I suck a huge amount of blood from him, it's because Master Gong didn't draw the symbol properly. If he accidentally kills his own child, then you can watch and see what is meant by heaven's punishment!" Lao Gong's smile turned increasingly dark and sinister.
I didn't stay in place any longer. However, before going up the mountain, I visited a place first, which is the courtyard where Han Qu borrows a body to teach children.
After greeting him for a while, I didn't immediately mention the news of Han Qu's death.
Han Qiu's peace of mind was hard-earned, and I was afraid of destroying it.
Han Qiu sighed, perhaps because he had been possessed by the elderly body for too long, giving him a distinctly aged feel. He told me that he had heard about the events on the mountain to some extent, which was truly unsettling. If it weren't for his current appearance, he really would have to go up the mountain himself.
I just smiled and told him to stay safe in his little corner.
At this moment, Han Qiu told me something. A few days ago, a group of peculiar Daoist monks had come to Sihuai Town. In a way, they were dressed in Daoist robes but were bald with shaved heads and even had Buddhist monk's monk marks on their heads, which clearly showed that these monks pretended to be Daoists.
Someone had contact with that group of fake Daoists, presumably Wu Ling.
I furrowed my brow, "false Daoists?" It can't be that way. They should be high priests from the Todai-ji Temple. Finally, they have come to Sihui Mountain!?!
But their contact with Wu Ling instead makes me a bit uneasy.
According to Han Qiu's account, that group did not go up the mountain; they only stayed in the town for a brief moment before leaving.
Lao Gong was on my shoulder, and his eyes were constantly darting around, giving him an ominous appearance.
After bidding farewell to Han Qiu, I finally started walking towards Sihui Mountain.
The jar was rather heavy, and a layer of gloom enveloped my heart. The worst-case scenario was that Wu Ling had intercepted the news from the twin monks, or even taken their heads away.
But, this should not be a big problem. Before the twin monks came to Sihui Mountain, they must have already settled down in Xiandong Mountain, and it is even possible that they have rebuilt Lei Ping Dao Guan.
I more or less understand why they came so late. It must be that after the Daoist temple was rebuilt to a certain scale, they confirmed everything was secure before coming to offer the heads.
"Wu Ling should not cause any trouble, otherwise, this matter will be much more complicated than we think."
"The Sihui Mountain should consider his bloodline, my lord. You are not too easy to kill, but... the premise is that he doesn't completely put himself in danger." Lao Gong kept muttering.
This made me even more silent.
Not to kill Wu Ling?
In fact, Lao Gong is quite decisive when it comes to killing.
He said that from the perspective of the Sihui Mountain and also from a perspective that is good for me.
Just, if he stays here, it will be a huge problem.
Even if I don't make the first move, Wu Ling will certainly make the next one.
"It's not good to kill him, but I must kill him. Sihui Mountain needs to restore order. As long as Wu Ling is dead, I can step down from being the true master of Sihui Mountain, and my senior brother will naturally take charge of the mountain."
"But, are you going to be the true master of Sihui Mountain as requested by Fan Yanxiu?" Lao Gong asked me in response.
"Strength is the only standard. From Tang's old body, I have already seen what it means to have strength." I answered decisively.
"Then, my lord, allow me to think it over properly. We need to use some tactics to make him die on his own, or fall into a dung pit and die... You should go back to the mountain gate first, after all. Since you killed Tianshou, Wu Ling can't stop you, and there's also the letter from the old man Tang."
Lao Gong finished speaking and then disappeared back into the night pot, not to be seen again.
