Chapter 2: Borrowing from the Yīn Sī

  Second Master took out an umbrella from his bag, the umbrella was collapsible, the oil paper was yellow, with dense and mysterious symbols drawn on it, he pulled out the umbrella handle and quickly opened it up, "The soul-summoning banner is here, all you ghosts and monsters of the Zhao family's mansion, come back at once."

  Suddenly, a gloomy wind sprang up outside, and the wind chimes in the bedroom were blown to tinkle loudly. Several paper men all came to life, dancing around on the incense table.

  "What brings the great immortal to summon an old man like me?" The first paper man spoke up.

  "Do you have a feud with the Zhao family?"

  "No feud here, I just passed by and saw the Zhao family was lively, only wanted to mix a meal to eat, didn't know I offended the great immortal, still hope the great immortal spares my life."

  "You'd better tell the truth, otherwise when Master Ben discovers it, you'll have a hard time."

  "Oh great immortal, this old man's bones are broken and he can't even return to the afterlife, how dare I deceive you? Please spare my life, great immortal." My second uncle's eyes widened and his face turned black, instantly silencing those ghosts.

  "Wait until I finish checking and then let you go, don't eat yet. You wait quietly, there's food in front of you, take whatever you want to eat."

  The Second Master turned around and said to Zhao Da Caizhu, who had already been scared out of his wits, "Your Zhao family's big house is really lively every day."

  The third one was a girl, no matter how Old Man Two asked her, she didn't make a sound.

  "You little demon, do you want to taste the old Taoist's whip?" Second Master was a bit angry. The old ghost next to him advised the female ghost, "I'm telling you, miss, if you have anything to say to the great immortal, just say it and we can leave. Who knows, maybe the great immortal will show some mercy and send us back home."

  No matter how you say it, this paper man just won't make a sound.

  My Second Uncle looked at the female ghost and didn't take out anything powerful, it seems he didn't know how many eyes Ma Wangye had. He pulled out a whip from his waist to prepare for a fight, when suddenly the fifth paper man jumped up and pounced on my Second Uncle, seemingly wanting to have a magic duel with him.

  "Ignorant of the depth of your evil, you haven't even grown a full head of hair and yet you dare to fight with me, Ben Daozhang. Today, I won't kill you but I'll make sure you shed your skin." Two whips struck down, the paper man was knocked to the ground, the female ghost pounced on him, covering his body with hers, taking the punishment for him.

  "Oh, it seems you're a family, and there's still affection between you."

  The fourth paper man fell to his knees with a thud and kept kowtowing, but still didn't say a word.

  Second Master thought to himself, "This isn't right. They're being beaten like this and still not saying a word. There must be some unspoken secret." He immediately calculated with his fingers and realized that these three ghosts hadn't yet passed the seventh day after their death. Because of the enormous resentment, they had come out running and were still unable to borrow a corpse to return to life and speak.

  "It hasn't even been seven days and they've already broken free from their restraints, coming out to cause trouble. It seems the resentment runs deep. I'll have to investigate this carefully." Turning around, he said to Zhao Da, who was lurking in the corner, "If I'm not mistaken, your son is bound to get into big trouble."

  This proverb says that the spirit of the deceased wanders at home on the seventh day after death, and on the forty-ninth day it becomes a ghost. Therefore, most children who stay at home to mourn their parents can hear some movement on the seventh day, but once the seventh day is over, everything disappears.

  Those who die a natural death, the yin messenger will take them to the underworld, and they can do whatever they want. Those who don't die a natural death, the yin messenger can't get the documents, and even if they go down, they can't be measured, so they have to leave him in the world of humans, waiting for the day when the truth comes out, and there are documents, the yin messenger will take him back, accept judgment, and measure his reincarnation.

  But there are too many things in this world that can't be explained, some people really die unjustly, some are reluctant to reincarnate because they miss their loved ones and want to wait for them to go together, and there are even more reasons that make you confused. This is the case with the world, where there are things that have a reason but don't need a reason, and things that don't have a reason but people still try to find one, it's just like this, making you feel helpless.

  Let's talk about Uncle Peak again and then I'll tell you about my second uncle.

  "Since you three can't speak, the old Taoist won't make things difficult for you. Tonight, the old Taoist will open the Nine Cauldrons of Heaven's Palace and let you in to have a dream conversation with me. At the same time, I'll also let this Zhao Da understand what's going on. As I said before, it's best if you don't try any tricks; otherwise, I'll make your souls scatter."

  As soon as this was said, the three paper men hastily knelt down to thank him.

  "Can we go now?" murmured the other paper men.

  "Get out." Pfft, all the paper men were on fire and smoking. Zhao Da had never seen such momentum before. Now he regarded my Second Uncle as a living Buddha, a real immortal, and everything depended on Second Uncle's orders.

  "Don't mention this to outsiders tonight, if you can't keep your mouth shut, don't blame me when you suffer." Second Master drank his tea and turned to sleep.

  "That won't disturb the great immortal's rest." Zhao Da Caizhu slowly backed away.

  Second Master sat cross-legged, opening his own Gate of Life and Heavenly Palace Nine Tripods. Before long, he fell fast asleep. Outside, a light rain began to fall, and the wind rustled through the leaves, causing them to tap against the windowpane with a "squeak-squeak" sound. A series of footprints appeared on the ground, and a disheveled girl, drenched from head to toe, supported her father, who was carrying his head in his hands. Meanwhile, a foolish-looking brother also came into Second Master's line of sight.

  "Little girl greets the great immortal, I am Wang Xiaohua, this is my father Old Wang Tou, and this is my brother."

  "You three, why are you so miserable." Er Ye had long been accustomed to this. "You're all soaked, aren't you drowned?" Er Ye sized up the three of them, "No, not drowned, it's......" Wang Xiaohua was crying uncontrollably at this point.

  "Don't cry in front of me, if you have something to say, spit it out." "Sorry, Master, I lost control for a moment."

  Wang Xiaohua explained the whole story.

  "Hmph, so it was the three of you who were causing trouble in the Zhao family's mansion. I suppose it was also one of you who took advantage of that young Miss Yue. You really don't know your limits, coming out to harm people before the seventh day of mourning is even over. Luckily I'm here, or else if you had succeeded, your evil spirits would be thin but with limitless potential. If a powerful vengeful spirit were to take you in as disciples, you'd be beyond redemption."

  Three little demons immediately knelt down in front of Er Ye, "I hope the great immortal will forgive my sins, I only thought of revenge in my heart, didn't think so much, please forgive me, great immortal."

  "Alright, alright, everything is fate. You are just a thin and weak yin soul on the seventh day of mourning, yet you dare to let someone wear the Taoist robe. I suppose if that woman has a heavenly life destiny with the nine palaces presenting the dragon and tiger symbol, you can ascend to the position, but then you won't be able to come out. That would truly be harming both others and yourselves."

  Three ghosts knelt on the ground asking for forgiveness.

  "It seems you are also quite innocent, I will take charge today, all of you get up."

  The three little demons quickly kowtowed and thanked him, "Thank you, great immortal. Even if we become cows or horses in our next life, it will be hard to repay the kindness of the great immortal."

  On the second day, Er Ye got up early and came to the well where Wang Xiaohua died. "Hmph, no wonder this woman's seventh day after death was so grand."

  The principle of this water cellar is unknown who dug it, it's interesting.

  The water cave is in a mountain cave, the mountain cave is on the waist of the mountain, the mountain waist is a blessed place, accepting the dragon vein of the earth, the mountain cave faces another big mountain in front, between the two big mountains there is also a river, the south mountain has sunshine, the north mountain blows cloudy wind, and vice versa, this way back and forth, it becomes a Feng Shui pattern of facing each other.

  This pair of graves is indeed a Feng Shui layout that can bury a general. When the three dead bodies were placed here, they were soaked in the water cellar and continuously absorbed the earth's energy, but could not release it. Adding to this, the cave had insufficient sunlight, and the yin wind blowing from the opposite mountain converged together, making it more and more prosperous. Before the seventh day of mourning was over, it would become a malevolent spirit that harms people.

  Currently there is no evidence for this matter, the body has been dealt with, and Second Uncle can't think of a solution no matter how hard he tries.

  Last night, Zhao Dafu was also frightened. After learning about the situation, Zhao Dafu first found his own son. The son refused to admit it, saying "You say I killed someone, I'll say you killed someone. If you have the guts, call the police to arrest me. You old thing, even your own son is being sold out, what's going on."

  Zhao Dacai lay in bed, drinking Chinese medicine.

  At night, Second Master will use the soul-calling banner to summon these three ghosts and discuss countermeasures.

  "This matter is a bit tricky. Dealing with ghosts and spirits is easy, but human lawsuits are something that we Taoist priests would rather not get involved in."

  Wang Xiaohua used her wet hands to write two words on the ground, "Yin Si."

  "Right, how could the old Daoist not think of this? This is something I can't handle. Can it be that even the Lord of the Underworld can't handle it? Wait for me to write a petition and give it to the Lord of the Underworld, let him help you all. You wait for news."

  Yang Xiaogui's father had just fallen asleep when he heard someone calling out, "Where is Yang Xiaogui?"

  "The old way is still here."

  "Your complaint has been received by the Yinsi, after investigation, it is clear that Wang Xiaohua's family died a miserable death, which is actually a big miscarriage of justice. The Yinsi also cannot bear to see this, so I have come to assist you. Tomorrow, go to the county town to overturn the case, and the Yinsi will help you."

  "Thank you, Lord Yin."

  The county public security bureau, second uncle rushed to turn over the case, the case has been closed, was killed by robbers, and the robbers are still being caught.

  Second Master Zhang falsely accused Zhao Tianxi, the son of the wealthy Zhao family, but had no evidence to back up his claims. Having just been liberated, everyone was unwilling to believe a Taoist priest's words.

  "Good Director." A crisp salute, and it turned out that the Public Security Bureau Director had arrived.

  "Hello, Director."

  "Ah, we're all liberated now, no need to call each other 'sir' anymore. Since you're older than me, just call me Little Song." The director had a friendly face.

  "You said you want to reverse the case for Wang Xiaohua, you've come to the right person. Actually, I've been wanting to reverse the case for Wang Xiaohua for a long time, but there was no evidence. Now we have evidence." Director Song pulled out a stack of banknotes, "This is the evidence."

  When Zhao Tianci was trying to bribe Wang Xiaohua, Wang Xiaohua refused to give in. Zhao Tianci then used money to coerce and entice her. The money had been taken by Zhao Tianci to drink and still had the smell of wine on it. Moreover, the money had just been withdrawn from the bank, and there was only one bank in the entire county town. On that day, the number of people who made transactions at the bank was very small, so the bank staff immediately knew whose money it was.

  Zhao Tianci was immediately arrested and brought back to the case. His old father cried bitterly, begging Er Ye to save his life.

  "Whose life will be saved, yours or mine? You think this is still the Nationalist Party's rule, where they can trample on people's lives at will?"

  "I, Zhao, have accumulated virtue and done good deeds all my life. Who would have thought that this evil creature was born?" With that, he fell ill and soon died.

  What's going on, the Lord of the Underworld went to the Director's house and told the Director's wife in a dream, "Your son is colluding with Zhao Tiancai, but your son has not committed a heinous crime. If you want your son to live, hurry up and stop him immediately. Wang Xiaohua must have been wronged at this time, and I order you to solve the case quickly." This scared the Director's wife so much that she urinated in her pants, and she quickly told the Director. The Director, Song De, was also a useless person, and he summoned his son. Under intense questioning, his son told the truth: Zhao Tiancai had given him three gold bars and asked for his help to settle the matter, which is why they colluded with each other to deceive the Director, almost causing a big disaster.

  Song Chu Zhang was furious, and with one slap, his son was stunned. Even the usually doting Mrs. Song didn't intervene, but instead got up to re-investigate the case. It was then that they discovered the truth about the money, and Zhao Tianxi was sentenced to death by hanging.

  Zhao Tianci's case was closed in just five days, and Second Uncle held a Buddhist ritual for Wang Xiaohua. The yin officials took them back to be tried and measured. From then on, Second Uncle became famous in Yang Village and became the main topic of conversation among family members.

  The county committee and government awarded Er Ye the first banner in the world, and Er Ye was also delighted. The Zhao family's assets were confiscated without anyone to inherit, and Er Ye had nowhere to go under the repeated persuasion of his fellow villagers. He settled down in Yangcun and the village raised money to build a Taoist temple for him, Luan Shan Guan, which has been thriving ever since. Er Ye also did many good deeds for the villagers in Yangcun.