Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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At night, Xie Lingya had a dream and saw a five or six-year-old child.
The child’s face was as white as paper, his eyes were thickly black, and his body exuded a yin energy. He stood there and looked at Xie Lingya timidly.
Xie Lingya suddenly realized, “Are you the Liu Lingtong?”
The child nodded. He had already received the sacrifice from Xie Lingya at night and was willing to practice meritorious deeds with Xie Lingya, so he came to see him in his dream.
“Pei Xiaoshan is such a beast.” Xie Lingya held the child’s cold face in his dream, “Look at the dark circles under these two eyes, are they from working overtime?”
Liu Lingtong lowered his head, shed tears, and plunged into Xie Lingya’s arms.
So Xie Lingya led Liu Lingtong in his dream and severely condemned Pei Xiaoshan for a long time, and he still felt unfinished when he woke up.
He overslept this time, and it was already three o’clock in the morning, but everyone knew that he was tired last night, so no one woke him or Shi Changxuan. Shi Changxuan woke up a little earlier than Xie Lingya. After hearing the Phytolacca God accusing Liu Lingtong, he simply threw the Phytolacca God next to Xie Lingya’s pillow.
So Xie Lingya woke up in the morning, with Liu Lingtong on the left and the Phytolacca god on the right, and Shi Changxuan beside the bed waiting to help him get up.
Xie Lingya was very satisfied and kissed Liu Lingtong and Phytolacca God each before letting Shi Changxuan help them up.
Knowing that Xie Lingya had woken up, Hai Guanchao brought over some tonics from the clinic. Xie Lingya was in need of a lot of tonic, so he gave Xie Lingya a bowl, and there was also tonic soup for lunch, which was cooked by Fang Zhe.
Shi Changxuan also specifically asked for leave from his mentor to take care of Xie Lingya.
Xie Lingya felt like an old man. He slowly drank the tonic soup and turned on his phone to watch the live broadcast of the arrest.
Unfortunately, there was a fly in the ointment. The Daoyang City Taoist Association was at a disadvantage when facing Pei Xiaoshan. Even though Pei Xiaoshan suffered a loss from Shi Changxuan, his Reporting Ear was gone, his magic staff was broken, and he still had some injuries on his body, he was still not someone that people from the Daoyang City Taoist Association could do anything about.
In addition, there was also the pursuit of the Qiyang City God Temple, but Pei Xiaoshan had the Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal and the Sanwu Evil-Slaying Sword, each of which could restrain these ghosts and gods better than the other.
Fortunately, the masters from the Provincial Road Association had already set off. After knowing Pei Xiaoshan’s identity, they had many good tips and divination information, and the pursuit continued. The police also wanted Pei Xiaoshan and set up defenses based on the routes provided by the masters.
In the past few days, although Pei Xiaoshan had not been arrested yet, Xie Lingya’s bonus still arrived very quickly.
Now they could know Pei Xiaoshan’s identity and grasp the direction of Pei Xiaoshan’s escape, thanks to Xie Lingya and Shi Changxuan. Shi Changxuan’s part was transferred to the Provincial Dao Association, and the Provincial Dao Association gave it to Baoyang Temple in the form of support funds.
Xie Lingya didn’t know and thought that the Provincial Dao Association was going to cultivate the Baoyang Temple which made him very happy.
Even with this money, coupled with what Xie Lingya had saved before, it was still a bit embarrassing to build a palace for the Patriarch. The land price in their place was too expensive, but it was already a big improvement from before. No one became fat by eating a little at a time.
In addition, Zhang San came again. They had already taken away the 20,000 ghosts. They were now as tired as dogs. “The City God told me to bring them to express their gratitude. Teacher Xie’s move was really a great merit and a great achievement for your ancestors.”
“Are you talking about my uncle? It turns out that the City God also knows about that old man.” It was normal for the City God to know his uncle, after all he had been in Jinyang for so long. Xie Lingya also felt that they had not lost his uncle’s face.
But when he mentioned his uncle, Xie Lingya asked one more thing, “By the way, Mr. Zhang, could you please help me check it out? After my uncle passed away, I wanted to offer him sacrifices during the Ghost Festival, but he was delayed. I wonder if he has already been reincarnated.”
The whereabouts of the dead souls could not be disclosed to others, but Taoist priests like them who often dealt with the underworld could sometimes let them be accommodating. As soon as Zhang San heard this, he immediately said: “I’ll ask about it when I get back.”
He was just a strongman, but underworld also had a network of connections.
Xie Lingya thanked him and burned some money to Zhang San. But Zhang San refused it. However, Xie Lingya said that he would go back and inquire and may need to use it. Zhang San accepted it with a smile and asked Xie Lingya about Wang Yuji’s name and time of his death, and he started liking Xie Lingya even more.
….
Collecting people’s money meant doing things, Zhang San walked around the City God Temple with the money in his pocket, thinking about how to inquire about Xie Lingya’s uncle, when he saw his colleagues being busy.
“What’s going on?” Zhang San asked.
“The provincial official has taken office. Your Excellency is going to meet him. We are preparing the documents.” Zhang San’s colleagues explained.
The previous provincial city god had been promoted, and there had been news for a long time that a new official was about to take office. However, taking the change of the provincial city god was a big deal. He was in charge of an entire province, and the affairs were so numerous that the handover took several days.
Zhang San hurriedly asked: “He can be considered as taking office. I don’t know what the official surname of the new province official is, and where he is from?”
His colleague laughed and said: “Speaking of which, this gentleman is from Qiyang. He was originally a Taoist priest, and his surname was Wang Yuji, who had made great merits during his lifetime, so he was directly appointed as the Provincial City God…”
Zhang San’s mind went blank for a moment. The uncle’s name that Teacher Xie asked him to find out, wasn’t that exactly the same as this Lord, and his place of origin and identity also matched.
“No wonder!” Zhang San lost his voice.
No wonder his immediate boss was so concerned. Teacher Xie obviously didn’t know him, but he still implicitly asked Zhang San to take care of him. He must have had inside information and knew that Wang Yuji was going to take office.
Mr. Wang was from Qiyang. Once you check, you will know who his only remaining relatives were. Not to mention favoritism and perverting the law, for the sake of Mr. Wang’s face, you must have a good relationship…
“Hey, you have a bulging wallet, have you made money?” Colleagues saw Zhang San’s pocket bulging and winked at him.
Zhang San looked at his pocket full of money given by Xie Lingya, and suddenly he didn’t know what to do.
….
Xie Lingya was sitting on the recliner, with the little fox sleeping soundly in his arms.
After Xie Lingya was injured, he didn’t have to work. He only took a small amount of extra lessons and some medicine. What he needed to supplement was not Taoist classics, but cultural classes. He himself also needed to be prepared. If he passed the initial postgraduate examination, there would be the next step of examination.
Xiao Dian also read some books collected by Baoyang Temple. If he asked questions in this regard, Xie Lingya would answer them.
“Mr. Xie, I saw a word, hehe. The book said that people are as dead as ghosts, and ghosts are dead, is it true?” Xiao Dian pointed to a word on the book to ask Xie Lingya.
This was a Taoist’s notebook. It was said that you turn into a ghost after death, and ghosts are also afraid of it, so sticking the word “Die” on the door can control ghosts and ward off evil spirits.
Xie Lingya also asked his uncle this question when he was a child. He recalled it, found another book and gave it to him, and said with a smile: “This is a misinformation. Look here, it was originally a sword-wielding ghost named Jian’er[1]. Little ghosts are afraid of big ghosts, so a magician said: There is no better way to control ghosts than Jian’er.”
“People at that time wrote Jian’er on the door. Because it was written vertically in the past, it gradually became the character ‘Die’, and then it was changed. There is a misconception that ghosts become “Die” after death. In fact, after the ghost dies, there is nothing. Learning requires verification from multiple sources, and predecessors also made mistakes.”
When he was reading Baoyang Notes before, he would also look in other books to see if there was any content that could be confirmed by each other.
“So that’s it!” Xiao Dian originally thought he had learned a good method. He and everyone in Baoyang Temple, including Xie Lingya, Zhang Daoting, Liu Bohe and others, all felt that learning Taoism was not easy. It depended on the books you have to memorize. It wouldn’t be any less relaxing than going to school.
Xiao Dian looked at it before asking again, and found that Xie Lingya had fallen asleep on the recliner, so he quietly left…
Xie Lingya didn’t know why he suddenly fell asleep, he just felt as if someone suddenly patted his hand.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that there was no one in the Taoist temple, but standing in front of him was his uncle Wang Yuji. He did not look as old as he did before his death but had returned to his prime. At this time, he knew he was dreaming.
“Uncle, did you know that I was asking about you, so you came to meet me in the dream?” Xie Lingya was surprised and happy. Seeing his uncle staring at him lovingly, he said, “I recruited Taoist priests and even performed rituals during the Ghost Festival. It’s just that I enshrined your tablet, but you didn’t come…”
Wang Yuji said happily: “I know it all, and I also know that you have understood the essence of the Three Treasure sword. You are a good boy.”
When the Three Treasure Sword was mentioned, Xie Lingya almost cried again, “Uncle, you actually died early because you wasted your lifespan in using the sword, right?
Wang Yuji was very calm and said, “Don’t be sad. I died a well-deserved death. I have no regrets. You have already understood the way of wielding it, so you should know my mood.”
The calmer he became, the sadder Xie Lingya became. Understanding was one thing, and grief was another. And it was only through his own experience that he knew how much his uncle had paid. The tears that Xie Lingya had held back for a long time fell down.
Wang Yuji touched Xie Lingya’s head and said, “Okay, how old are you? You are doing very well now, and uncle sees it all, and is so happy!”
“You’re happy but didn’t come to me earlier? I was very worried and thought you were reincarnated. Uncle, what on earth have you been doing?” Xie Lingya asked.
Wang Yuji smiled, transformed, and had an extra set of official robes on his body, “As soon as I died, I was appointed as the Provincial City God. I went to the underworld for pre-employment training and to handle the handover matters, so that’s why I couldn’t come to look for you. In the future, if you want to find me, just pray, and I will know.”
Xie Lingya was stunned.
The newly appointed City God in the provincial capital was his uncle?!
Only then did Xie Lingya know why the City God of Qiyang City was acquainted with him. When he greeted him, he felt as if he had been knocked unconscious.
Before that, he had no way to do anything. Connecting his uncle with the City God, his uncle was so miserable in Baoyang Temple that he didn’t look like a high official at all. But then he thought about it, if his uncle did good deeds and accumulated virtues, who would be the City God who would sacrifice himself during his lifetime? Save people and protect the people after death!
Xie Lingya was slightly excited: “So, from now on, I will be a second generation official?”
“Just so, just so…” Wang Yuji said. Seeing Xie Lingya’s expression, he laughed and said, “Okay you can count it like that!”
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[1] Jian means die in Chinese.