"The old monk and the young monk both furrowed their brows, and their eyes showed no exception, full of puzzles and confusion."
It is evident that there was a misunderstanding between the two of them.
"Ro Xian Shen, to your credit, there is still a trace of integrity within your chest, so you are willing to hand over this..."
Just as the old monk was about to finish his sentence, Cai Zhi's face turned even paler.
I shook my head and said, "What items you want in the ghost niche, you can tell to Cai Zhi, deputy chief of the niche. The people will not be given to you. My words have already been said before, Cai Zhi also said that he is living a quiet life."
With these words of mine, the anxiety on Cai Zhi's face faded away, replaced by relief. He reached out to wipe the sweat from his brow.
The old monk's face was full of ups and downs, while the young monk was even more angry.
After my battle with Ji Kui, they realized the gap in strength, so they could only be angry but not dare to speak out.
No, it shouldn't be solely because of the strength, and isn't it also because Ji Kui didn't speak up?
"Ji Daozang, please speak clearly. I have been staring at Ji Kuizhixiang and bowing my hands slightly."
With a slight closure of the eyes, when Ji Kuai reopened them, the coldness in his eyes was slightly dispelled.
"Two years ago, during the opening of a grave to eliminate the spirit ghost in a tributary of the Tian Qian River, people from the ghost niche suddenly appeared, took advantage of my unpreparedness, and abducted that jade corpse. Hand it over," Ji Kui said.
Upon hearing this, I was stunned.
Open a tomb to eliminate spirit ghosts? This is indeed rare.
Generally speaking, when a master goes to open a tomb, the Taoist would only confront the spirit ghosts that have already begun to disturb and create chaos.
It's not clear whether it's a rare memory or a sign of stubbornness that Ji Kuai remembers the corpse being stolen so long after the event.
Of course, before being subdued by me, the ghost niche indeed used spirit ghosts to enhance itself, which was a hidden danger in the entire Yin-Yang world. Ji Kuai's actions, while not beneficial to himself, can be considered a contribution to the Yin-Yang world.
After some reflection, Cai Zhi showed a sense of difficulty. He said awkwardly, "This... Your Excellency, it might be difficult to hand over. The jade corpse is not in the ghost niche anymore. It has been sent to the Yuan family. I thought that the old Gong family liked female corpses, so I specially mentioned this to Vice Chief of the niche, Qiu Qizheng who expressed her intention to hand it over to Mr. Fan Jie so that he can clean it up and accompany the old Gong family to rest."
I: "..."
Ji Kuai's face remained unmoved, and his gaze fell quietly onto my face.
"The ghost you're talking about is a genuine spirit from the sun, does it really need to be coupled with a female corpse?" The young monk finally couldn't hold back and questioned out loud.
"Ji Yang, don't be impertinent. Since Master Luo has taken action, he must have made arrangements." Ji Kuai's tone had completely lost its previous sternness.
I indicated that they should wait for a moment and contact Fan Jie on their phones.
I made it clear to Fan Jie that I wanted the jade corpse that was sent by the ghost niche.
On the phone, Fan Jie still sounded surprised: "Master, is the Central Yellow Temple interested in a corpse? Do they want to balance yin and yang? However... The jade corpse was to be given to Old Gong by Miss Zhuangqi. Won't that..."
It is truly because Old Gong treats Fan Jie well, and he will even speak up for him.
"Let the Yuan family send it over, and don't ask too many questions."
I'll say one more thing, then hang up the phone directly.
Furthermore, I made Cai Zhi leave. Cai Zhi left with relief, bowing three times before departing.
About two hours later, the Yuan family brought a coffin to the Central Yellow Temple.
It was dusk, the sun setting on the west horizon, with the red glow of the setting sun dazzlingly bright. The sky was adorned with a staircase-like fiery cloud.
In the distance, a black figure was struggling forward continuously, devouring everything in its path. The night was about to fall.
The old monk, as well as the young monk named Ji Yang, both showed signs of preparing to pull out their artifacts, their hands forming fists with a hint of eagerness.
This was quite normal; to demand a body is to demand its destruction.
However, Ji Kuai suddenly glanced at the two of them left and right before saying, "The jade corpse is not so easily eradicated. Bring it back to the mountain gate and choose a good location with a good water and land sight to subdue it."
The old monk and Ji Yang stopped their actions, both of them nodded slightly, looking as if they had understood it deeply.
"Since that's the case, Master Zhang, our master and three disciples will not disturb the Central Yellow Temple. Master Luo, if we have the opportunity in the future, I will seek instruction from you," Ji Kuai raised his hand and bowed to me.
Zhang Si returned the gesture, and I returned it.
This farce finally came to an end.
"Ji Xiang, Ji Yang, lift the coffin," Ji Kuai called out.
The two of them lifted the thin coffin in front and behind, heading out towards the Central Yellow Temple, and Ji Kuai followed suit.
The night sky gradually enveloped the daylight.
As Ji Kuai and his three companions walked into the distance, nearly vanishing from sight, the night fell completely.
Old Gong silently appeared on my shoulder, muttering in a low voice, "Master, use Little Big Sister's filial piety for me to return the favor. Otherwise, I feel heartbroken."
"That's a consequence of your recklessness. Consider it a lesson." I replied.
Zhang Si on the other side didn't say much, just looked at Old Gong with a slightly curious gaze.
"Oh..." Old Gong rotated his head to and fro, suddenly saying, "It's not wrong to possess a ghost by a person, but for a person to be possessed by a corpse?"
"Hmm?" My brow furrowed slightly.
"Well..." I furrowed my brows. "Before, I couldn't leave. Look at the old monk's steps, his previous series of expressions, and that bit of lingering yin energy amidst the heavy yang qi, not to mention his facial features. This old thing isn't as just as you all seem to think. A female corpse needs to be brought home to subdue? The Central Yellow Temple doesn't have a good place. You have your junior master at Sìguī Mountain and the supervising elder here; aren't they doing anything useful?"
"Zhang Si elders don't understand feng shui, and they fear that person. Master, you've seen so many pigs running around, why don't you have any sense of vigilance?" Old Gong kept muttering.
My heart sank suddenly.
Zhang Si was also moved, looking particularly unnatural. "What you mean is, Ji Kuai is publicly eliminating spirits and ghosts while actually nurturing them? However, his disciples and grand-disciples are all very easy to spot; they have no yin energy at all. It's just that Ji Kuai is so strong that I couldn't examine too much... Could it be..."
"The appearance of strength is a way to hide one's true identity, just like the delicate daughter of a rich family and the ice beauty privately, they are all very wild. Master, you understand this, right?" Old Gong licked his lips.
Old Gong began another metaphorical remark with vulgar language.
Zhang Si's demeanor changed, a drop of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he said, "This matter must be taken seriously. If you say the wrong thing, the impact will not be small. If he is indeed the kind of Taoist you are talking about, that would be an evil Taoist, with endless consequences. The jade corpse is indeed rare. It can be considered one of the rare corpse-ghosts."
"The best way to hide oneself is to first deceive everyone around them, and then deceive the outside world, creating a reputation of eliminating spirits and ghosts. Under the cover of darkness, he nurtures them. This is equivalent to being hypocritically kind in public. In the feng shui world, there are many examples of this."
Old Gong glanced at Zhang Si and then said, "Moreover, is he a real Taoist? He is very familiar with feng shui. Both you and Master are reluctant to ask out of face and the identity he has cultivated. How many real Taoists have studied feng shui? I have a nephew named Fan who studies feng shui. His family even keeps a fierce corpse in their water well."
Zhang Si's face immediately darkened. Without hesitation, he took a few decisive steps and hurried towards the front to chase after Ji Kuai and his disciples and grand-disciples.
