Chapter 48: The Five Ghosts Cause Trouble in the Temple - Grand Finale

  Night Walker 48

  "Big brother, Sixth Brother, let's set off too! There are still many things for us to take care of. My master has already left, and it's not the time for a long song or tears yet." Second Brother patted my shoulder heavily, his eyes shining with an unyielding gaze, his red and swollen eyes showing no trace of tears or pain. Perhaps at this moment, he was the strongest among the three of us.

  Unbeknownst to us, the sky began to gradually turn white, and the long-absent rooster let out a loud crowing sound that shattered the dawn. Perhaps the villagers would slowly forget our presence, leaving only this clear pond, which had reflected those shocking scenes on a certain night. Maybe the descendants of Wuzhi Village would hear old people tell stories about the five ghosts that haunted the temple in the village, and how they were subdued by an ugly Taoist priest, while the Night Walker, Ghost King, and Black Robed Stranger remained secrets unknown to anyone.

  The cool morning breeze blew through my hair, and I suddenly felt a deep sense of sorrow in my heart, wanting to cry for Bai Yun Dao Chang and the people of Wuzhi Village.

  I nodded to my second brother, put away the golden dagger and yin-yang mirror, and slowly packed up my travel bag: "Sixth brother, carry White Cloud Uncle on your back and go with Second Brother to wait for me at the foot of Golden Slope. Sister-in-law is still at the clan leader's house, I need to go call her to come back together."

  The two of them, dragging their battered bodies, carried White Cloud Taoist's corpse and headed towards Golden Child Slope.

  Watching the two of them leave, it felt as if a bottle of five flavors had been knocked over in my heart, and I could hardly wipe away the tears from my eyes. With great difficulty, I made my way to the clan elder's house, but this not-so-distant road seemed incredibly far at that moment.

  As soon as he arrived at the gate of the clan leader's house, he ran into Gou Ling who had come to observe the situation. He was overjoyed and knew that due to the long time, the Dao Ding set by Lao Liu had automatically opened. He hastily went forward to greet him.

  Seeing me like this, Kou Ling almost cried out loud, and asked with a sobbing tone: "Ghost Dao brother, what's wrong with you?"

  I wiped the long-dried blood from my mouth with my hand, shook my head weakly and said: "First help me in to rest for a while, I'll tell you slowly later."

  As I entered the living room, I instructed Huo Ling to take out a small amount of cinnabar from my travel bag and mix it with tea water. After drinking it, I felt slightly better. I pulled Huo Ling over and looked at her tear-stained face, thinking about all that had happened in just one short night, and how we almost parted ways forever. At this point, I couldn't control myself anymore, and tightly hugged Huo Ling into my arms, as if afraid she would disappear before my eyes. Tears fell down involuntarily.

  Houleng gently wiped away the tears on my face with his hand and said softly, "Gu Dao Gege, why are you crying?"

  "It's nothing, I just want to hold you quietly like this, Ling Mei." I muttered, avoiding Rouling's gaze.

  Guli didn't say anything else, she just tightly wrapped her arms around my neck, responding to the feelings in my heart.

  Afterwards, I told Gu Ling the details of what had happened. As for that mysterious person who could kill the Ghost King, she was also baffled. However, she said that when she was at Mount Fangjing in the past, she heard the elderly members of her tribe mention that there was once a snake god manifestation on the mountain, where all the snakes were prostrated on the ground, making gestures of submission. It seemed that everything in the world had its own master, and people's lives were predetermined. Why they lived, how they lived, whether they did good or bad deeds, it was all part of their fate. Otherwise, why would a beautiful woman like her fall for an ugly man like me? She even wanted to give up everything to follow me. When she heard the thrilling parts, Gu Ling finally understood why I had hugged her and cried earlier.

  After resting for a while, his body had recovered a lot, and he was worried about the villagers who were still on the top of Jinzi Slope, so he brought Huo Ling together to meet with Er Di and Liu Di at the foot of the mountain.

  Four people arrived at the top of the mountain, and the east had already shown a fish belly white, and it was almost dawn. The villagers who were kneeling in front of the tower were still suffering greatly due to the influence of the unpredictable ghostly energy, and it seemed that they would have to be exposed to the midday sun for some time before they could recover. After checking everyone's situation one by one, the sky had already brightened up.

  The body of San Ye had been stiff for a long time, and the blood flowing from the knife wound on his neck was particularly dazzling in the morning sunlight. Although this man died under my Golden Knife, he had to die, because the whole thing was caused by him. Not only did he harm the lives of five Mojin School Lieutenants, but more importantly, he brought deep guilt to their own families, and the price paid by the entire Wuzhi Village was really too great.

  The clan leader, who was the first to be invaded by yin energy and had been kowtowing excessively, now has a forehead that is completely bruised and can only lie on the ground with no strength. It's estimated that his time is almost up. At this moment, he is weakly opening his empty eyes, allowing the turbid tears to swirl in his eye sockets. Perhaps he is grieving for the death of Third Grandfather, after all, that old man was also one of his closest relatives, and they had grown up together since childhood.

  I walked over, gently helped him up, and instructed Gu Ling to feed him the cinnabar tea that had already been prepared. After drinking the tea, the clan leader's complexion slightly improved, and after a violent coughing fit, he let out a soft, long sigh: "Alas... retribution, retribution. Everything is retribution!" His words were filled with desolation.

  "It's over, the curse of the Five Demons' Temple is finally lifted. From now on, you villagers of Wuzhi Village can live in peace like before." I whispered into his ear, my voice filled with emotion.

  "Yes, it's finally over!" After saying that, the tribe leader burst into tears and gradually became voiceless.

  Knowing that the poor old man had gone, he gently put him on the ground with his hands. The villagers present all cried out loud, and the whole scene was desolate, heart-wrenching to hear.

  I sighed and thought that the curse of these five ghosts had brought such a disaster to the villagers, which was really beyond words.

  Hou Ling saw everyone crying and hurriedly said: "Everyone don't cry, the curse is gone, we should be happy instead."

  Nobody wanted to listen, and the little spirit was so angry that it hid on one side, also crying, which made us brothers very sad.

  I arrived at the stone tomb where the five ghost corpses were buried, and with a casual lift of my hand, the top stone slab of the tomb was moved away by me.

  "I wonder if the corpses of these five devils are still there?" I thought to myself.

  All I saw was that the space under the stone slab was filled with peach leaves. Slowly using my hands to remove the thick layers of peach leaves, the situation inside the tomb shocked me greatly. The corpse of this Mò Jīn Xiào Wèi (a title) had not rotted or decayed due to being nourished by resentment, but on his chest was a wooden board with an Eight Trigrams diagram painted on it, pressed firmly down.

  It seems that the person who built this tomb was also extremely ruthless, first building a tower on top to suppress it, then locking iron chains around the grave and splashing dog blood everywhere. This was still not enough, as the inside of the tomb had to be filled with peach tree leaves, and a peach wood bagua symbol had to be pressed onto the chest of the deceased. In this way, even if the five ghosts wanted to dispel their own resentment, they would be unable to do so. Only by being treated in such a manner in life and death could they have the possibility of becoming vengeful spirits.

  The corpse was still relatively intact, except for being slightly dehydrated. The dry lips were blackened, which indeed looked like signs of poisoning. However, seeing the corpse of Wugui at this moment, I couldn't help but feel extreme hatred towards him. If they hadn't summoned the Ghost King, how would Baiyun Daozhang have died? At this moment, I really wanted to burn their stinking bodies with a single fire, but thinking that although Wugui was unkind, how could I be unjust? After all, things had already passed, and they were also suffering from great grievances.

  Seeing the villagers' situation gradually improving, it is estimated that after resting for a few hours, there will be no major problem. He came to the side of the tribe leader's son and said: "The curse has been lifted, and it's time for us to take our leave."

  I heard that I was going to leave, he struggled to get up, seeing this, I quickly reached out to stop him and said: "The remaining chess pieces will be left for you to lead everyone to clean up. Choose a suitable day for burial, find a master, look at the good water, and bury the five Mojin school lieutenants with glory. Absolutely cannot make another mistake. As for the three grandfathers, how they are buried is your own business, I shouldn't be saying this. Also, after you return, drink several cups of tea made with cinnabar, one pot of water with three liang, absolutely don't put too much, otherwise it will be poisonous. As for those jewels, it's best to bury them along with the five people, these treasures must not be used, who knows what kind of disaster they might bring upon you again."

  Look at me and stay, listening attentively to my explanation, with tears in his eyes, a mouthful of words, can only be turned around in the throat.

  After finishing our conversation, I looked up at the sky and saw that it was already past 9 o'clock in the morning. I held Houleng's hand and walked out of the village with my second brother and sixth brother.

  After leaving Wuzhi Village, my second brother stopped and was silent for a while. With a sad face, he said: "Big Brother, let's part ways here. I need to go to Changsha first to take care of Master's affairs. After the 37th day, if I have time, I will naturally come to Chen Zhou to meet with you."

  I nodded, took off my clothes and covered White Cloud Taoist's body with them. I gazed sorrowfully at the benevolent old man whose mouth still had a hint of a smile for a while before letting Sixth Brother hand over White Cloud Taoist's body to Second Brother.

  Taking over from White Cloud Taoist, Second Brother didn't say a word and directly set off on the arduous journey towards Changsha.

  The three of them stood still for a long time, the warm spring breeze blowing up the dust on the road, making Er Di's figure appear even more blurred, as if he was about to disappear into the distance. The three of them didn't say a word.

  At last, my second brother's figure turned a corner at the foot of a mountain and was no longer visible, and an unbearable sense of loss welled up in my sorrowful heart.

  Just as he was about to turn around and call out to everyone to set off, his sixth brother suddenly shouted loudly in the direction of his second brother's departure: "Second brother, take care on your journey, Knife Scar Six will be waiting for you in Chen Zhou, hurry back and reunite with us."

  Listening to Liu's mournful cry, I weakly closed my eyes, took a long sigh after a while, and hesitated to pat Liu's shoulder, indicating that it was time for him to leave. All the way, we didn't say a word.

  As the footsteps faded away, that ancient village was gradually left behind us. Within that ancient small village, so many strange things had happened. At this moment, I again thought of those five wrongly killed Mojin school lieutenants, thought of the unpredictable ghosts with changing forms and shapes, thought of the ghost king eating ghosts, and even more thought of that mysterious person. In my ears, it seemed as if the clear tinkling sound of a bell was transmitted once again.

  My heart couldn't help but feel a little down, unable to say whether it was happiness or sadness. At this moment, I couldn't help but turn my head and gaze in the direction of Wuzhi Village, shouting in my heart: "Five demons wreak havoc on the temple, great chaos in the world, hoping that such things will never happen again in this life."

  Thinking of this, I tightly grasped Hu Ling's hand and strode towards the direction of Luo Gong Shan Xi Shen Dian.