Chapter 159: Your Other Half Will Bring You A Bloody Disaster
“Heaven has a road you won’t take, hell has no gate but you barge in! Courting death!” Zhang Shimian sneered, stepped forward, took out the peach wood sword and stabbed toward the shadow that had become an evil ghost.
The evil ghost couldn’t dodge in time and directly crashed into the peach wood sword, letting out a miserable scream. The solid ghost power on its body immediately leaked out a lot, and in the flickering shadows, a short small figure was revealed.
That figure was only 1.1 meters tall, at first glance like a child of seven or eight years old, but his face was exceptionally mature, creating an extremely strong sense of incongruity with his height.
He clutched his arm, glared viciously at Zhang Shimian and Nan Yuanman, then decisively turned around and fled!
As long as the green hills remain, there will be plenty of firewood to burn! These two stinking Taoist priests, wait for him! In the future, he would definitely avenge this humiliation!
How could Nan Yuanman give him a chance to escape? She decisively threw out Xiao Hong. She had recently discovered that the more yin energy things Xiao Hong devoured, the faster the cracks on her coffin lid would heal!
What thing could be more yin than an evil ghost?
As soon as Zhang Shimian saw that small coffin, a chilling sensation arose, like being stared at by a ferocious beast. He hurriedly spoke to stop her: “Wait! Yuanman! He can’t be killed!”
Xiao Hong, who had already opened the coffin lid and was about to swallow the evil ghost whole, heard this and with a thud, pinned down the evil ghost that was about to escape.
The evil ghost let out a miserable scream, sprawled on the ground struggling desperately with limbs like a turtle, its ghost energy completely absorbed by Xiao Hong, revealing its complete true appearance hidden within the ghost energy.
While Nan Yuanman was fighting the evil ghost, the old woman had long been scared and huddled together with Li Meilin. The two shrank behind the sofa, not daring to make a sound, afraid of being targeted by the evil ghost.
After the evil ghost was subdued, the old woman cautiously poked her head out to take a look. When she saw the appearance of the evil ghost sprawled on the ground, her pupils suddenly contracted, and she quickly pulled her head back.
Nan Yuanman looked at Zhang Shimian puzzled: “Why can’t he be killed?”
“This person has already degenerated into an evil ghost, and he was the first to harbor killing intent toward me, which counts as creating karma with me. Killing him wouldn’t bring punishment.”
Zhang Shimian broke out in cold sweat: “It can’t be calculated that way, Yuanman. The best way for us to handle evil ghosts is to suppress and deliver them to transcendence, or send them to hell for punishment. Once we kill a ghost, even if there’s no punishment in life, it will still damage yin virtue.”
“Moreover, you still need to accumulate merit for Old Master Nan now, so you definitely can’t kill him.”
“Of course, special situations can be handled specially, like evil ghosts that have completely lost their reason and already have human lives on their hands—those can be killed, and killing them can even accumulate merit.”
“His words haven’t harmed anyone yet, no human lives on his hands, so he can’t be killed yet.”
“I understand.” Nan Yuanman listened seriously, her steamed bun face exceptionally serious as she nodded: “Then in the future, when I encounter evil ghosts, I’ll ‘reason’ well with them, and if reasoning fails, send them to hell.”
Physical transcendence counts as transcendence anyway!
Zhang Shimian was full of gratification: “The child can be taught.”
“Then I’ll send him to where he should go first.” Although Nan Yuanman was a bit regretful that Xiao Hong couldn’t eat the evil ghost, accumulating merit for Grandpa was still more important.
“Send him now?” Zhang Shimian was stunned, just about to ask if she was going to set up the altar for transcendence right now, when he saw Nan Yuanman skillfully take out a stack of paper money and three incense sticks from her small shoulder bag, light them, along with a small iron basin.
Nan Yuanman threw the paper money into the small iron basin and lit it, then lit the incense.
Immediately after, a bronze gate that he was especially familiar with slowly appeared in front of Nan Yuanman. The gate opened, and an underworld official holding a white stick walked out from inside.
Zhang Shimian: “???”
Wait, can underworld officials be summoned this easily?
Shouldn’t one first purify the body, then set up the altar and perform the ritual, inviting three or four times before they come??
How come just burning paper money and lighting incense, without even setting up the altar, and the underworld official came?
Is this right?
The underworld official held the stack of paper money that Nan Yuanman had just burned, smiling as he greeted her: “Little Yuanman, what do you need me for?”
“Uncle Fan! There’s an evil ghost here that’s been dead for many years, trouble you to take him down!” Nan Yuanman pointed in the direction where Xiao Hong was.
“Small matter.” Fan Wujiu glanced over, and the white stick in his hand instantly turned into a soul-hooking lock. When Xiao Hong slowly moved away, he hooked the evil ghost’s soul with it, dragged the dying evil ghost over, and took it into the Ghost Gate.
As the Ghost Gate slowly closed, Fan Wujiu’s smiling voice still came through: “Little Yuanman, if there are more good deeds like this in the future, remember to call me~ Uncle Fan will definitely come faster than the other ghosts!”
Nan Yuanman: “Sure, sure.”
Zhang Shimian silently came to Nan Yuanman’s side, his gaze darkly fixed on her.
Nan Yuanman turned her head and met his resentful gaze: “?”
Zhang Shimian: “How did you do it? Summoning those adults so easily.”
Nan Yuanman scratched her head, bewildered: “I don’t know, just light incense, burn paper, and it works. Oh right, the heart must be sincere!”
Zhang Shimian: “…”
Is his heart not sincere? Every time he summons underworld officials, he prepares plenty of offerings and paper money, even specially purifies the body and sets up the altar! Full of ritual sense!
And the result?!
Zhang Shimian wiped his face, whatever, talking more is just tears. He took a deep breath and looked toward the two women still hiding behind the sofa: “Alright, you can come out now.”
After a good while, a head cautiously emerged from behind the sofa. Li Meilin peered around gripping the sofa, trembling as she asked: “R-Resolved?”
Zhang Shimian: “Yes, the evil ghost has been sent away.”
Upon hearing this, the old woman pushed Li Meilin aside and rushed toward Luo Yang lying on the ground, shouting: “Oh dear! My precious grandson! You mustn’t have anything happen to you!”
Li Meilin stumbled from the push, steadied herself on the sofa back and sighed in relief, worriedly glanced at Luo Yang, then embarrassedly looked at Nan Yuanman, pursed her lips and asked: “Little Immortal Aunt, Master Zhang, has my son’s soul returned? When will he wake up? Will it affect his future life?”
“The soul is back, he’ll wake up tonight. Let him get more sun these couple days to dispel the yin energy. He was possessed by a ghost, his luck is low, his future life will definitely be affected. Have him do more good deeds, and curb his curiosity.” Zhang Shimian said irritably.
“Alright, your matter is handled too. Tonight when Mr. Luo comes back, tell him to transfer the fee to me. I’m leaving first.”
Zhang Shimian was thoroughly annoyed by this family and didn’t want Nan Yuanman to stay any longer with them. As soon as the matter was resolved, he couldn’t wait to leave.
Li Meilin also knew they hadn’t entertained well today, but in this home, usually the husband and mother-in-law called the shots, her say was minimal. She hurriedly tidied her hair, threw on a beige outer shirt, and chased after them: “I’ll see you off.”
Li Meilin saw them all the way to the residential complex gate, full of apology: “Master Zhang, Little Immortal Aunt, today really sorry, my mother-in-law she…”
“Small matter, as long as it’s resolved.” Zhang Shimian waved his hand.
Nan Yuanman held Feng Congqian’s hand, glancing at Li Meilin now and then. Li Meilin unnaturally tidied her hair, lowered her eyes and gave Nan Yuanman a gentle smile: “Little Immortal Aunt, thank you too today.”
Nan Yuanman shook her head, stared at her nose bridge, then glanced at her glabella, couldn’t help saying: “Sister, you’d best stay away from your other half lately, he’ll bring you a bloody disaster!”
