Chapter 65: The Master's Words

  The kid is temporarily fine, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling somewhat exhausted, I returned to the living room and plopped down on the couch, as if hearing the sound of springs breaking. However, no one paid attention to this at the moment, everyone was anxiously staring at me with worried faces. My mind was also in disarray, the situation was much more severe than I had thought. If it were from the beginning, I could have easily forced out the soul of Huang Zhe and thoroughly eliminated him. Even two years ago, I would have had a way to do it. But now, Huang Zhe's primordial spirit has merged with the child's primordial spirit. According to the records of the Taoist scriptures, once the primordial spirit is merged, even if not completely, unless one is an extremely powerful cultivator, it's unlikely that anyone can separate them, including Master. I don't know about Master Uncle. To separate Huang Zhe's primordial spirit from the child's, one must use their own primordial spirit to accomplish this task. The most difficult thing for a cultivator to cultivate is indeed the primordial spirit, which is also why no one dares to lightly perform the technique of releasing the primordial spirit from the body.

  After a long silence, I swallowed and stretched out my hand to Zhang Jianchen: "Older brother Zhang, give me a cigarette..."

  Zhang Jianchen didn't say a word, he just put a pack of Yuxi cigarettes on the table, handed me one and lit it for me, but didn't ask anything. From my gloomy expression, he knew that this matter was absolutely complicated and not as simple as it seemed, so it's better to wait for me to speak up myself.

  I remained silent for a moment, puffing hard on my cigarette. The swirling smoke calmed me down slightly, but I couldn't bear to tell Guan He and his family the cruel truth. It wasn't until I finished the cigarette and the butt burned my hand that I suddenly snapped out of my daze and looked up at them. Their faces were etched with tension, worry, and fear, as if they already knew the worst outcome. Yet, I still had to continue, no matter how ruthless it seemed. Taking a deep breath, I began: "You know Huang Hu, right? After a long time, he gained spiritual awareness and became Huang Da Xian. He's particularly revered in the Northeast, where there are many stories about him being an immortal..."

  In folklore, there are many stories about the yellow weasel. From a modern scientific perspective, some people have poor physical constitutions and weak immune systems, so when they occasionally come into contact with the smell of the yellow weasel, they produce strange and bizarre hallucinations. In Chinese people's impression, the yellow weasel is like the fox, a demonic beast. Chinese people dislike ferrets not only because they have a habit of stealing domestic poultry but also because they have "magic" similar to that of foxes, which can confuse weak and sickly people. In the past, people often saw those who were "possessed" by yellow weasels, who would speak nonsense and act strangely, usually as the "spokesperson" for the yellow weasel, saying things like: "I didn't steal your chicken, why did you block my hole?" To deal with such patients, people would invite respected elderly individuals or shamans to persuade the yellow weasel to leave. Some used gentle methods, speaking kindly to the patient and asking the yellow weasel to depart quickly. Others used harsher tactics, sternly scolding: "If you don't leave now, I'll do this and that."

  Similar legends, almost everyone in our northern region has heard of them. As soon as I mentioned it, the crowd started to associate and think of something. Guan He's wife suddenly sobbed: "Master, are you saying that my Xiaojian is possessed by Huang Daxian?"

  I nodded and smiled wryly: "Perhaps it's even worse than possession. Possession is often temporary, just a matter of being possessed by a spirit to speak through the mouth of a living person. But now, your child's body has been occupied by Huang Daxian. In our Taoist tradition, this is called 'duó shè', which means that Huang Daxian is trying to seize your son's consciousness. If it had just started, dealing with this would be simple, but after dragging on for so long, Huang Daxian has already merged with your son's primordial spirit. To forcibly separate them now would require a great deal of power, and I'm not sure if anyone I know is capable of doing that..."

  Before I could finish speaking, Guan He had already fallen to his knees in front of me. This tough man was now crying: "I beg of you, as long as you can cure my son, I'll do anything you want, even if it means giving up my life for his in Ji'an City. Master, please, I'm begging you..."

  One side crying and still kowtowing to me, when I came to my senses, Zhang Jianchen and I went to pull Guan He, but he couldn't be pulled up. A seven-foot-tall man was wailing like a child, his heartbroken beyond words. After years of exhausting all his energy, the result was still this. How could it not make people despair? The Guan family, already unable to bear the weight, could no longer withstand such a blow. Even Guan He's parents collapsed to the ground, sobbing weakly.

  "Brother——" Zhang Jianchen didn't continue, but his eyes were filled with a pleading expression, making one feel uncomfortable. Although I haven't experienced it myself, I know the outcome of using one's yuan Shen to enter someone else's body, especially that of a small child, and now it's even more so since it's Huang Da Xian's yuan Shen who has become startled. If one rashly enters, they might lose their life. These demonic creatures that have formed through cultivation are not easy to deal with, especially those that have cultivated their yuan Shen. Even if one is a powerful cultivator, they may not necessarily succeed in dealing with them, let alone when it's a yuan Shen that has already been partially possessed.

  But looking at Zhang Jianchen's pleading and the crying of his family members, I gritted my teeth: "Alright, let me contact my Shifu first. If he has a way to deal with this, then please ask him to take action. If not, I'll think of another solution, okay? You all stop crying."

  After finishing speaking, I wanted to go back and find someone, but Huang Kai was quite clever, took out his phone and said in a low voice: "Little master, I have the hotel owner's phone number, please ask him to call Master Shu Zu, no need to go back and run a trip."

  Looking at Huang Kai's flattering face, I glared at him: "What are you still dawdling for, make the call."

  Huang Kai responded with a single word, and a phone call was made. The hotel owner soon found the master's uncle. I didn't dare to waste any more time, so I carefully told Master Uncle everything I had seen. However, on the phone, Master Uncle fell silent for a long time before sighing: "If you want to use your primordial spirit to save someone, it would have been better if the yellow mouse had become a spirit and possessed the body years ago. Now that it's already half-possessed, wanting to save them is impossible unless you invite your great master or perhaps the True Person of Mao Mountain. I'm also powerless, with no confidence whatsoever. The fellow Taoists here are also unable to do anything."

  It's indeed as I expected, but knowing who can save him is still a way to think of a solution. He couldn't help but ask anxiously: "Master Shu Zu, how can we find Master Taishi?"

  "It's going to be tough, once they reach the stage of knowing their heavenly fate, these old ancestors will all wander around in search of opportunities, and may even settle down in a certain place, so if you want to find them, it can only be by chance."

  I was stunned, and it's not easy to find one by chance, just like winning the lottery, maybe even harder. Perhaps when I finally found it, it would have been taken away already, at that time, apart from slaying demons and evil spirits, nothing else could be done. By then, my master would easily annihilate many of those demonic creatures, for a moment, I didn't know what to say.

  I was lost in thought when I heard my Master's uncle say in a deep voice over the phone, "Xiao Hai, this matter is not something you can handle on your own. You should come back and we'll think of a solution together. Maybe then we can contact the powerful ones from that sect. Remember, this is absolutely not something you can take risks with. Did you hear me clearly? Not even I have any confidence in this..."

  I responded with a low mood and hung up the phone, looking at the Guan family. Without needing to say anything, they all understood that it was hopeless. The whole family's face was filled with despair, and they couldn't even cry. Zhang Jianchen and Huang Kai both had disappointed expressions, their faces filled with silence. Finally, Guan He's father said in a hoarse voice: "Young Master, think of another way. If not, we'll sell the house, even if it means selling all our belongings to come up with the money. You help us contact an expert, as long as they can save Xiao Gang, we'll do whatever it takes."

  Everyone looked at me, I knew that as long as I said yes, even if it was a big deal, everyone would be happy. But I really couldn't do it, and after hesitating for a long time, I shook my head: "Sorry, there's really no way, this isn't about money, the key is that there's nowhere to find these seniors, if we could find them, I believe they're all kind-hearted and wouldn't want any money."

  These words were like a knife, deeply stabbing their hearts. Over the years, they knew how hard it was to find a true master, and even after being deceived many times, they still hadn't met a few who really had abilities. I'm considered one of the better ones, at least I don't cheat people. But they would rather have encountered a swindler, at least there's some hope. Being deceived is better than despair, but now it's despair.

  Listening to the intermittent sobbing of the Guan family, they seemed to have lost their souls, and even had no mood to entertain us guests. The oppressive atmosphere in the living room made people feel suffocated. Looking at their desperate expressions, I couldn't help but recall that one time when I was a kid, my mother's heart-wrenching wails, and my father's silent tears. At that moment, my head heated up, and I suddenly slapped myself hard, as if waking up my own heart. I spat out: "What's the big deal? I'll try it out..."

  "Brother, but your master's uncle said - " Zhang Jianchen's face changed greatly, and he grabbed my arm, saying that no matter what, he didn't dare let me take this risk. Otherwise, I would really be a bit reckless, and he would also be uneasy in his conscience for the rest of his life.

  Shaking off Zhang Jianchen's hand, a surge of excitement rose to my face, and a glint of determination flashed in my eyes. My emotions stirred up, and I gritted my teeth: "If I don't try, I'll never be at peace. If I can't save him, I'll do my best, but if I don't try, I'm afraid I'll have a guilty conscience for the rest of my life and have nightmares. I know the pain of losing a child, and I don't want to see that kind of crying again."