Chapter 7: The Threat of Death Qi

  "It's said that some people just aren't fated."

  A faintly weak and elderly voice suddenly echoed through the air.

  Everyone looked over at the sound.

  This is a man in his seventies wearing a white robe, with a full head of white hair, slender and upright, but his complexion doesn't look too good, seemingly having been ill for a long time.

  "Great Uncle." Zhang Guixin hastily shouted out loud.

  "Dad." The middle-aged man also hastily shouted, then worriedly said: "How did you come out? The doctor said that you can't be exposed to the wind now and need to rest quietly."

  "My body is my own business, no need for you to worry." The old man's expressionless response made the middle-aged man's face even more constipated.

  The old man then looked at Jiang Le and smiled, saying: "Since ancient times, China has had many extraordinary scholars. In my year, I also met some accomplished practitioners, but unfortunately, in that era, they were not accepted by the world and were suppressed severely. I didn't expect that after so many years, I would once again meet such a master, what great fortune!"

  Jiang Le's face relaxed slightly.

  Everyone likes to listen to good words, and when old people say them, they are sincere in tone, obviously without prejudice against outsiders.

  "Old master, you're overpraising me. I'm just a beginner on this path and have only scratched the surface, I don't deserve to be called a superior person." Jiang Le said humbly, then looked at the old man with a few glances, and smiled: "However, your noble aura is overwhelming, ordinary evil spirits can't get close to you. This little villain's tricks are also useless against you, but it has broadened my horizons."

  "Hahaha, after listening to so many good words for so many years, only today's words made me happy." The old man laughed loudly, then bowed his head seriously and said: "I'm old, not afraid of evil spirits, but I still have younger family members. I hope you won't treat them with the same courtesy, just give them some advice."

  Jiang Le smiled: "Old master is being polite, I'll do my best."

  With the old man's words, Jiang Le's identity was basically settled. The middle-aged beautiful woman was overjoyed and couldn't bear the discomfort in her stomach, inviting everyone to go inside and talk again.

  After sitting down in the living room, a servant brought tea and snacks.

  At this time, after some small talk, Jiang Le also learned about the names and identities of this family.

  This is the Wei family home. The elderly man's name is Wei Guoding, and he is the head of the household. The middle-aged man, Wei Jiaming, is his eldest son. The beautiful middle-aged woman is his daughter-in-law, Yao Xue. The young boy and girl are their twin children, Wei Fengbing and Wei Jia.

  Although Wei Guodong and others only announced their names without telling the Wei family what they were doing, from Zhang Guixin's attitude and the unnatural aura revealed on Wei Guodong's body, Jiang Le understood that this family was definitely not ordinary.

  However, Jiang Le didn't flatter anything either.

  A hermit, an outsider, seeking immortality and asking about the Tao. Although lacking money, their status is placed here, no need to fawn over others.

  Wei Guodong took a sip of tea and spoke first: "Little friend, isn't it strange that the young people in your family are so tense about that brocade chicken?"

  Jiang Le smiled at the old man.

  Wei Guo nodded his head and sighed, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes: "To think about it, I'm also getting old and childish. My late wife was from the countryside, she had a simple heart, didn't like luxury, and loved raising small animals. This golden pheasant was her favorite. After she passed away, I couldn't forget her, so I poured my thoughts into this bird, accompanying it every day to comfort myself."

  Jiang Le was delighted and exclaimed: "The old couple's relationship is deep, I admire them."

  Wei Guo Dong looked deeply at Jiang Le and said, "The matter of the brocade chicken, I am heartbroken, but I can bear it. However, someone plotting against the Wei family is something I cannot tolerate. You are a high-ranking member of the Taoist sect, so I won't beat around the bush. Please tell me frankly, what is the current situation with the Wei family?"

  Jiang Le took a glance at the crowd and said seriously, "Since the old master has spoken, I won't hide it either. The moment I saw the Wei family, I sensed a kind of aura that made me feel disgusted. This aura is what the Taoist sect calls 'dead energy'."

  "What's with the aura?" Wei Guodong narrowed his eyes, and the majestic atmosphere around him grew even more solemn, making Jiang Le dare not look straight at him. He felt as if he had several tens of kilograms of rocks weighing on his body. Silently shocked, this old man was absolutely a high-ranking official, only such people could have that kind of haughty gaze and oppressive aura, able to convey a sense of pressure to cultivators.

  "It's not good, the so-called 'dead air' is a kind of aura that occurs after the death of living things and the decay of their bodies. This aura is very harmful to humans and has many negative effects. If one is exposed to it for too long, they may contract diseases that are difficult to cure, have nightmares, and experience auditory and visual hallucinations. In severe cases, it can even shorten one's lifespan." Jiang Le said seriously.

  Everyone gasped in shock, their hairs standing on end.

  "Yes, yes, I've been having a lot of nightmares lately and I don't dare sleep alone anymore." Wei Jia said with a look of horror.

  Wei Fengbing also looked ugly and said, "Recently, I've been feeling like I've seen something, heard something, and it's been disturbing my mind. I feel like I'm going crazy."

  "Is there a way to solve it?" Yao Xue hastily asked, but she didn't dare call herself an elder after all. The old master even called him "young friend". Moreover, Jiang Le's words were completely in line with the Wei family situation, which made her not dare to look down on him as a junior.

  "Driving out the dead air is simple, just find the source of the dead air and it can be easily dispersed. However, I observed the house and found that its feng shui has been altered. It was originally a prosperous and noble momentum, but it has been changed to an inauspicious momentum by moving the qiankun."

  "Not bad, when I first bought this house, the introducer also said that it was a gathering of wealth and nobility, and would bring blessings to future generations. But what's the difference between Tian Gan and Di Jiao?" Wei Jiaming, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up, looking at Jiang Le with an astonished gaze, clearly shaken by Jiang Le's continuous strange behavior, which had shaken his unbelieving heart.

  "There is a distinction, and the distinction is very great. The heavenly trigram governs yang, gathering yang energy to produce great wealth and honor. The earthly trigram governs yin, gathering yin energy to bring chaos to later generations. Now, with the changes in the residence, the momentum of wealth and honor has been rejected, and instead, dead energy is gathered. Therefore, it's no wonder that the continuous deaths of domestic animals have occurred in the residence. If this continues, as the dead energy grows stronger day by day, it will affect people. For example, take the old master - his body already carries the influence of dead energy. If it's not dispersed in time, within three months at most, the old master will surely be beyond salvation."

  "What?"

  This sentence was like an earthquake, shocking everyone present into standing up suddenly.

  Zhang Guixin also lost his composure and hastily asked, "Xiao Le, didn't you say that the old man's aura was oppressive and heavy? How can he still be contaminated with death energy?"

  "Old Master is indeed a noble and dignified person, but he's also advanced in age, with weakened vital energy. He must have had thoughts of passing on the family legacy to the younger generation. His aura is no longer concentrated, and the Death Qi is specifically targeting him, so his own noble energy is insufficient to counteract it, resulting in this unclear and endless entanglement."

  Zhang Guixin was shocked and lost his color: "How could this be? Who would treat an old man like this?"

  "Who else could it be, but those who don't get along with our Wei family? As long as Father is alive for one more day, they won't be able to turn things around and won't dare to act wildly." Wei Jiaming's eyes flashed with a thread of anger, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

  Jiaming sat down and let the little friend continue to speak. At this time, Wei Guodong spoke up, with a calm face, unmoved by the threat of death, revealing his strong character.

  "Old master is indeed a man who has experienced great waves and billows," Jiang Le praised. "I admire you, sir."

  Wei Guodong smiled: "A man who is about to die, even if others don't harm me, I won't live for many days, what's there to fear? But little friend, do you have a solution to the situation of my Wei family?"

  Jiang Le smiled proudly and said: "It's just a minor evil technique, wanting to dispel it isn't difficult, but I need some things to assist me."