Chapter Seventeen: Exorcising the Demon

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  Hearing the grinding sound, Chen Jianchen's hair stood on end: Could it be that Wang Fu has already been eaten by the mountain goblin?...

  Qingyun Daozhang didn't hesitate, and with a flick of his wrist, he pinched a half-foot-long talisman between his fingers: "Heaven and Earth without bounds, divine thunder lends its power, command!"

  With a wave of his hand, a talisman floated and suddenly flew into Wang Fu's study.

  Pomelo!

  Almost at the same time, a thunderous roar came from inside the house; immediately after that, the mountain ogre revealed its true form and burst out of the door, smashing it to pieces.

  Seeing Qingyun standing in the courtyard, Shan Gui's expression was dismal and he let out a mournful cry, very fearful, turning his head to look for a way to escape.

  "Where is he going?"

  Qingyun shouted, and suddenly there were three more talismans in his hand. He slapped them onto the peach wood sword, muttered some words, and the three talismans on the peach wood sword suddenly burst into flames, with fierce fire sparks flying everywhere.

  Hurry!

  Whoosh whoosh whoosh! The Dao symbols flew out and struck the mountain goblin's body with a speed so swift it was like lightning striking before one could cover their ears.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Three sparks shot out, and a burnt smell spread out with them.

  The mountain ogre let out a mournful cry from its throat, rolling on the ground in agony, but only for a moment, before being incinerated by the talisman fire into a pile of ashes, which disappeared into thin air with a gust of wind.

  The entire exorcism process was as smooth and effortless as I had imagined, without any twists or turns.

  Despite this, Chen Jianchen was still amazed. Qingyun's technique of driving talismans was truly incredible and extremely skilled, while the talismans on his body seemed endless and each had its own use, with extraordinary power.

  If...

  After getting rid of Shan Xiao, Qing Yun took back the bamboo sign and said bluntly, "This matter is settled, I bid farewell."

  His farewell meant going over the wall without saying goodbye to the Wang family - as for receiving payment, what did Qingyun care about? A true cultivator has always regarded money as dirt, not that they don't need it, but when they do, there are a hundred ways to get it, why bother relying on hard labor to earn it?

  A master is someone who has transcended worldly constraints and is unfettered by conventional norms.

  Chen Jianchen said: "Daozhang, can you give me a copy of these symbols?" If he didn't ask now, it would be hard to find another opportunity.

  Qingyun smiled: "Young master, you are not a Taoist, and you don't have the power of the law. These talismans can't be used to drive away evil spirits... Hmm, I have a protective charm here that can glow as a warning when encountering evil spirits. I'll give it to you. However, this charm can only warn once, after which it will turn into dust."

  As he spoke, he handed over a yellow talisman folded into a triangle.

  Chen Jianchen took it over and immediately put it away close to his body - although he couldn't drive out the evil spirits, having this protective charm on him was a kind of insurance, but unfortunately it was still a one-time consumable item.

  Qingyun unfolded his shrinking technique and left suddenly.

  This time they parted, but who knows if there will be another chance to meet again...

  Chen Jianchen felt a little reluctant to part with him, as he had a very good impression of Qingyun. This Taoist priest could even be said to be his guide, allowing him to see the true face of this world more clearly.

  "Luxian, Luxian, you've finally come to save me..."

  A weak and feeble voice came from the study, but it was a thin and frail person who crawled out of the ground with great difficulty. Upon seeing Chen Jianchen, he immediately became excited and shouted.

  If it weren't for the familiar voice, Chen Jianchen wouldn't have recognized him as Wang Fu - he hadn't died after all, but had almost been sucked dry into a human prune.

  "Brother Fu Tai, how did you end up like this?"

  Chen Jianchen feigned surprise.

  Wang Fu hugged Chen Jianchen's leg, wailing loudly and crying so hard that it seemed like his heart was breaking: "Liu Xian, you don't know, I'm suffering too... Waaahhh... Last night, I was ravaged by that demon for a whole night! Beast, truly a beast, not even letting me rest for a single moment! Waaahhh..."

  As he spoke, tears and snot flowed down his face, mixing together with a frail body that looked like it was on its last breath, truly heart-wrenching to behold and tear-jerking to hear.

  Chen Jianchen couldn't help but sigh - calamity and fortune have no doors, only people summon them themselves. This is perhaps a great punishment for Wang Fuguo's lustfulness. Although, it almost got him killed.

  As for Wang Fu's tragic encounter last night, Chen Jianchen didn't have the heart to ask for details, but he could guess what had happened. To put it in an inappropriate analogy, Wang Fu was gang-raped by over a hundred people, and each of them had a robust physique!

  Duan Xia said: "Brother Fu Tai, that demon has already been eliminated by the great Daoist priest Gao. From now on, you can rest assured."

  "Really?"

  Wang Fu was so startled that he almost jumped up, but this movement was too big and too strenuous for his body, which was already extremely weak. His eyes rolled back and he fainted on the spot. Looking at him, it seemed that a serious illness could not be avoided.

  Chen Jianchen shook his head and sighed, opened the courtyard gate, and let Wang Dafu enter.

  Mr. Wang immediately rushed forward and hugged him tightly as soon as he saw King Fuguo lying on the ground, and only slightly relaxed after listening to Chen Jianchen's explanation. Upon closer inspection, his precious son was unconscious but breathing evenly, with a noticeable improvement in his complexion.

  Soon, Wang Fu's wives and concubines rushed in crying and ordered the servants to carefully carry Wang Fu out and settle him down.

  Wang Dacai's fright had slightly subsided, and he asked Chen Jianchen: "Liu Xian, where is that Taoist priest? I want to thank him and reward him with gold and silver."

  Chen Jianchen replied: "That Taoist priest is a transcendent being from outside the world. After expelling the demon, he has already left and I couldn't keep him here."

  Upon hearing this, Wang Da was filled with emotion and couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

  Because of this matter, the Wang family was in an uproar, with everyone running around frantically and no one having the heart to entertain guests; Chen Jianchen had even less intention of staying for long and soon took his leave to return home.

  He came quickly, but on his way back he could only walk.

  The cold wind howls, the sky grows darker and more overcast, as if it were already dusk.

  Chen Jianchen looked up at the sky, his face tightened, and he wrapped his cotton-padded jacket tightly around him as he hurried along.

  In such cold and frozen weather, there were hardly any pedestrians on the road, it was very desolate. After walking for about two miles, a person finally appeared at the front intersection, tall and strong, with a jug of wine in his hand to drive out the chill.

  As the two men approached each other, Chen Jianchen quickly recognized his counterpart - Ah San, who was actually the hoodlum Ah San he had slapped and chased away that night.

  As they brushed past each other, Ah San glanced up at Chen Jianchen with an unusual look in his eyes.

  Chen Jianchen, however, paid no attention and continued on his way. As he walked, he felt something was off and turned his head slightly to take a peek. Sure enough, Ah San had turned around and was quietly following behind him, with what seemed to be a knife blade in hand.

  "Are you going to take advantage of me when I'm alone and avenge your past grievances?"

  Chen Jianchen's mouth slightly curled up, revealing a cold smile - in this world, it's not just evil spirits that harm people; sometimes, humans harming each other is even more severe and harder to guard against. As the saying goes: petty men are like ghosts; wicked men are more ferocious than ghosts!