Chapter 105: My Dad’s Not A Pushover!
The He Clan Leader’s voice was not small, and Mo Ziyuan and the others heard it crystal clear. After exchanging glances, they all stood up and came to the courtyard.
These few people all had extraordinary backgrounds. Just standing there gave people a full sense of oppression. The old Daoist priest looked at them and began to beat the retreat drum in his heart. The reason he had always been active in various villages was precisely because he feared encountering people he couldn’t afford to provoke. Unexpectedly, this time he had directly run into an iron plate.
Because they had arrived with great fanfare, the villagers had all gathered outside Yan Yue’s home to watch the excitement. If he left now, his livelihood would probably be smashed in the future.
After thinking it over, the old Daoist priest decided to go all out. As long as his illusionary techniques were done well, even nobles couldn’t say he was deceiving people, right? At most, he could just describe this young lady’s situation a bit lighter.
However, he still didn’t know that what he was walking to the end of was not only his career, but also his life.
Having made up his mind, the old Daoist priest sized up Lin Xin up and down several times. After tilting his head and clucking his tongue twice, he said to the Lin Clan Leader behind him: “This young lady has indeed been possessed by a monster from the mountain, but because the time is not long, the monster hasn’t fully merged with her yet. This Daoist still has confidence to drive the monster away.”
Hearing this, the He Clan Leader’s old face broke into a smile like an old chrysanthemum, nodding repeatedly: “Then please, Master, quickly perform the ritual to subdue this monster! Otherwise, our village will never have peace.”
“He Clan Leader, rest assured, with this Daoist here, this monster won’t be able to do any evil.” The old Daoist priest twirled his beard and said solemnly.
“Miss Lin, what’s going on here?” Gao Yong’s loud voice like a bell rang out in the courtyard, startling the other two clan leaders who were walking to Lin Xin’s home’s doorway, nearly making them turn around on the spot and go back.
“Mm, says I’m a monster from the mountain, come to subdue me.” Lin Xin replied.
“What thing? A monster from the mountain?” Gao Yong let out a strange yell, walked up to the old Daoist priest and looked him up and down thoroughly. Only when the old Daoist priest’s legs were trembling and about to give out did he withdraw his gaze, turning back to say: “This old Daoist priest isn’t capable! He can even mistake you for a monster.”
Lin Xin held back her laughter until her mouth twitched and her abs were about to burst. Only after a good while did she reply: “They’ve already set up the stage, so let’s treat it as the big play for New Year and reluctantly watch it!”
Their conversation, as if no one else was there, meant two different things in the ears of the He Clan Leader and the old Daoist priest. The He Clan Leader thought Lin Xin was making a dying struggle, while the old Daoist priest thought Gao Yong was backing Lin Xin up, which further strengthened his determination to just muddle through casually.
“Disciples, prepare. Your master is about to start the ritual.” The old Daoist priest waved his hand at his disciples.
“Make way, make way.” He Dong’s voice suddenly came from the doorway. Lin Xin looked toward the door—good grief, the altar table, incense candles, talismans, peach wood sword, and a pile of messy things were being brought in by He Dong and his daughter-in-law, carrying, dragging, and hauling them.
Lin Feng and the others had just settled their minds when they saw the things He Dong’s family had brought in. Their hearts suddenly jumped, and they hurriedly ran into the courtyard in two strides at a time, pulling the He Clan Leader aside and asking in a low voice: “What are you planning to do?”
The He Clan Leader rescued his sleeve from their hands, smoothed out the wrinkles that had been grabbed in it, then looked at them with a gaze of “all of you are drunk and only I am sober.” “I said long ago that the manifestation at Lin Xin’s home by Lin Lao Er was an oddity, but unfortunately none of you believed it. This time the master said the same, so you should believe it now! The master just said that Lin Xin has been possessed by a monster from the mountain.”
The two clan leaders looked at him speechlessly. “We said the one who manifested was Lin Lao Er, so why did you have the master look at Lin Xin? If this so-called master can’t suppress Lin Lao Er, how are you going to handle it?”
“How is that possible? I inquired long ago—this Daoist priest is very capable. In our ten li and eight villages, there’s no demon or ghost he can’t subdue. Just rest assured!” The He Clan Leader was extremely confident.
By now, the altar table in the courtyard had almost been set up. It was clear these little Daoist priests had done this kind of thing many times—their movements were very nimble.
“Miss Lin, aren’t you going to do something about it?” Gao Yong sidled up to Lin Xin and asked quietly.
“Hmph, do something?” Lin Xin sneered. “I’ll just see what tricks he can pull off. When he can’t wrap it up then, see if I’ll spare him! Don’t forget, my dad is watching over me and Nan Nan—he’s not one to be trifled with.”
Her last sentence was not small in volume—at least Lin Feng and the other heard it crystal clear. Knowing that trouble was big now, and looking at the He Clan Leader who was hopping around happily, the two of them simultaneously had a thought: this matter had nothing to do with them—it was all caused by the He Clan Leader. They had to clear themselves of it.
The two exchanged a glance and saw each other’s thoughts. After smiling, they walked toward Lin Xin together.
“Xin Yatou, your Uncle He didn’t discuss this matter with us two beforehand. By the time we found out, we couldn’t stop it even if we wanted to. Look at the mess now.” Lin Feng spoke first, and the other clan leader nodded in agreement. “Exactly, Xin Yatou, your Uncle He was wrong to do this—he…”
“Uncles, rest assured, with my dad here, he won’t let anything happen to me.” Lin Xin smilingly interrupted him. These were two old foxes—they were afraid this old Daoist priest couldn’t handle their family, so they were buying favor with her in advance. That way, when she pursued the matter, she could let them off. What good scheming.
“Ah, right, with your dad here!” The other clan leader choked, thinking to himself that it was precisely because of her dad that it was scary, but looking at Lin Xin’s smile that didn’t reach her eyes, he ultimately didn’t dare say more.
Mo Ziyuan frowned as he watched the two clan leaders awkwardly retreat, walked to Lin Xin’s side and lightly bumped her arm. “Rest assured, with me here. After you deal with this old Daoist priest, the people of your village are handed to me.”
Lin Xin’s smile this time was much more genuine. She turned her head to look at him. “No need. It’s pretty good for these people to occasionally come over and act stupid—it saves life from being too boring. Besides, you’re people who do big things; these people aren’t worth your hands getting dirty.”
Mo Ziyuan obediently nodded. “Good, I’ll listen to you. If you need me, just tell me then.”
“Mm!”
“Miss Lin, you can tell me if you need me too—we’re all willing to help you.” Gao Yong pinched his voice into a shrill tone from the side, making everyone chuckle lowly. Lin Xin looked at Mo Ziyuan whose ears were red through, and laughed along.
“Ya! Bold monster, daring to possess a living person. If you don’t quickly retreat, this Daoist will take you into my ritual vessel, and when your soul scatters, don’t blame this Daoist for not showing mercy.” Lin Xin heard the voice and looked over, seeing the old Daoist priest already dressed in his ritual robes, holding a peach wood sword in hand with a talisman stabbed on the sword tip, waving it at her.
