Chapter 47 Mangshan

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Shi Xuan came to Mangshan to seek immortals and seek the way, and Mangshan is famous for its burial place. In short, it is a place where yin energy gathers. So considering the characteristics of ghosts, Shi Xuan went out in the evening today. When the sun was about to set, he and Chu Wan'er arrived at the foot of Mangshan.

During the day, Shi Xuan had already boiled two portions of Qianyuan Huansui Soup and prepared the corresponding medicinal bath. Chu Wan'er frowned and drank a small sip with gritted teeth. She smiled immediately. As the master said, this medicine is not bitter, and it has a faint sweet taste. It is much better than those I drank before.

However, the two body-building exercises in the early morning and evening made Chu Wan'er complain frequently. Fortunately, Master Shi Xuan still had some dignity, and the little girl finally finished her training obediently.

"Master, why are there so many tombs on this mountain?" Chu Wan'er stood at the foot of Mangshan Mountain, looking at the tombs hidden between the trees and the mountain walls, but still very obvious, and asked Shi Xuan curiously.

"Hehe, this is a famous mountain for burials. Wan'er, what you see is only a small part. Those rich and powerful families are buried in the intersection of mountains and beautiful terrain. You can't see them at the foot of the mountain." Shi Xuan opened his eyes and pointed to several places where yin energy converged.

Mangshan has beautiful mountains, with green trees covering the loess. Although it is not high, it gathers the earth's energy from all directions, and has a vicissitudes of life.

Chu Wan'er muttered softly: "What is a famous mountain for burials?"

"It's the place where people want to be buried after death. They think that their relatives will be better off if they are buried here. Of course, I haven't learned the art of finding dragons and acupuncture points, so I don't understand it. But for those of us who practice Taoism, it's far better to rely on ourselves and our true selves." Shi Xuan explained, and at the same time, he wanted to establish in Chu Wan'er's mind that people who practice Taoism mainly rely on themselves, and other external objects, feng shui, etc. are only temporary aids and cannot be used as a shield.

Chu Wan'er nodded, not quite understanding, and then chirped and asked other questions. It was not until it was completely dark that she stopped talking in fear and leaned tightly against Shi Xuan.

"It's time to go up the mountain!" Shi Xuan said, and used magic to open Chu Wan'er's eyes.

"Master, Master, what magic did you use for Wan'er? Wan'er seemed to see some air coming out over there." After opening her eyes, Chu Wan'er naturally saw the gathering of Yin Qi on Mount Mang, and immediately asked curiously.

Shi Xuan pulled Chu Wan'er up the mountain, aiming at the places where Yin Qi gathered, and told Chu Wan'er: "That is to open your eyes, so you can see ghosts, hehe, don't be afraid."

"Wan'er is not afraid." Chu Wan'er said as she quietly moved closer to Shi Xuan, "Then can Wan'er see ghosts without heads, ghosts without bodies, ghosts with tongues sticking out..." Thinking of this, curiosity overwhelmed fear, and with the protection of the master by her side, Chu Wan'er felt relieved, she was not afraid at all!

After passing a few corners along the mountain road, scattered graves began to appear in front of us. Because the terrain here is not very good, those buried here are not considered rich and noble, so the graves are very ordinary and cannot be called mausoleums.

"Hey, Master, Master, what do you see there? Is it a ghost?" Chu Wan'er pointed to the faint shadows behind the graves next to her and said nervously.

"Yes." Shi Xuan pulled Chu Wan'er over, intending to let her see it first, so as not to encounter the evil ghosts of a hundred years later. Chu Wan'er was so scared that she needed to hold herself.

This faint, almost transparent ghost was a woman in her twenties. The place where she was buried was very new, not even a grave. She just dug a pit hastily and buried it. Naturally, no one worshipped her. This place is not a place where Yin Qi gathers. This kind of ghost that has been dead for nearly half a month has basically lost its memory and is just waiting to be completely dispersed between heaven and earth.

Chu Wan'er looked at the ghost with fear and curiosity, but the ghost paid no attention to it. It just circled the place where her body was buried, and kept muttering: "Child, child...", and she looked confused and dull.

"Master, she has no feet, and she is still floating!" Wan'er was too short to pay attention to many places, and reported her findings to Shi Xuan with some pride.

"Yes, yes, yes." Shi Xuan nodded perfunctorily, "So, Wan'er, you see, this ghost is not scary, right? Ghosts are not scary, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Chu Wan'er followed suit, nodded perfunctorily, and got shorter and shorter. In the end, she squatted to look, but unfortunately there was no major discovery.

After satisfying Chu Wan'er's curiosity and overcoming her fear, Shi Xuan pulled her to the first destination, passing through several small woods and crossing several streams, and arrived at the first place where Yin Qi gathered safely. On the way, she didn't see a single evil ghost, which made Chu Wan'er very disappointed!

This place where negative energy gathers is a large valley with about four or five mausoleums, all of which are majestic and far apart. Behind each mausoleum, a Yin house has been formed through long-term sacrifices. Some are like large courtyards, some are like gardens, and some are even like mountain villas. There are snow-white lanterns lit at the door and paper servants standing there. After all, it is impossible to bury real servants in the ancestral grave.

Shi Xuan led Chu Wan'er to a graveyard that looked like a graveyard. The little girl didn't realize it was a graveyard at first, and thought it was a normal house. When Shi Xuan explained it to her, she suddenly realized that a normal house wouldn't have paper figures standing at the door. She felt very upset and felt that her intelligence was insulted.

When they reached the door, Wan'er kicked the paper figure in hatred. Who knew that this thing looked like it was made of paper, but after being burned during the worship, it turned into a soul. Wan'er kicked it through, and it was empty. She almost sprained her waist. If Shi Xuan hadn't pulled her back in a hurry, she would have sat on the ground on the spot.

The paper servant asked stiffly, "Why are you here?"

Shi Xuan held the unconvinced Chu Wan'er and answered politely, "I want to visit your master."

The paper servant did not reply, but slowly and mechanically pushed open the gate of the Yin house and walked in. After a long while, just when Chu Wan'er was getting impatient and was digging the ground with her feet, an old man holding a snow-white lantern floated out, followed by two middle-aged men and women in gorgeous clothes, a young man and two beautiful girls, and finally a beautiful young woman holding a little boy of three or four years old.

"There have been no visitors to my house for decades. I wonder why you are here?" The old man with a long white beard asked politely. After all, a Taoist priest who can see the Yin house and come here is definitely not an ordinary person.

Seeing his host so polite, Shi Xuan also answered politely: "I want to find the authentic Taoist sect, and I am passing by here with my disciple. I think that Mangshan is where the Yin Qi gathers, and there should be a Taoist sect here, so I went up the mountain to look for it. Unfortunately, I am unfamiliar with the place, so I am presumptuous to ask for your advice." Chu Wan'er stood beside Shi Xuan very sensibly at this time, looking like a good child.

The old man stroked his white beard and sighed: "Then Taoist priest, why don't you come in and have a cup of tea? There is no authentic Taoist sect on Mangshan. There are only three or four small Taoist sects here. Ghosts like me who have never seen the world look down on them, let alone a person like Taoist priest."

"It is better to be hasty than to be respectful. My surname is Shi, my name is Xuan, and this is my disciple Chu Wan'er." Shi Xuan also wanted to find out more information, but it was really impolite to ask questions standing at the door, so he accepted the old man's invitation.

"Master Shi, please come in. My surname is Han, my name is Shijin, and my courtesy name is Chongwen. This is my youngest son Wenyu, and this is his wife Li. This is Wenyu's eldest son Shouzheng, and his wife Wei. This is Wenyu's eldest daughter Yazhu, and his youngest daughter Jingzhu. This is Shouzheng's youngest son, whose single name is Jing. Alas, my second son encountered an epidemic while serving in Nanzhou. Surprisingly, alas, surprisingly..." As the old man Han Shijin led Shi Xuan inside, he introduced his family members in a nagging manner.

The exquisite and lovely Chu Wan'er was unanimously loved by Wei, Han Yazhu, and Han Jingzhu. They surrounded her and teased her, which made Chu Wan'er depressed. She was not a child. Wan'er had long forgotten her fear of ghosts.

"Mr. Han, your family is actually the home of a high-ranking official. No wonder there is such a magnificent mausoleum." Shi Xuan saw that Han Wenyu was the governor of Nanzhou, so he complimented him and asked Chu Wan'er to sit next to him. Wei, Han Yazhu and Han Jingzhu floated out of the hall.

Han Shijin stroked his white beard, smiled and said nothing, but his expression was quite proud. The second son Han Wenyu took over the conversation: "Master Shi, you don't know that my father was promoted to the position of Shangshu Zuo Pushe." It turned out that this old man Han was actually a prime minister.

Seeing Shi Xuan's surprise, Han Wenyu continued: "This valley is the location of my Han family's ancestral tomb. The other tombs that Master Shi saw are the other branches of our Han family."

At this time, Wei, Han Yazhu and Han Jingzhu floated out with tea trays, respectfully placed the tea on the tea tray on Shi Xuan's table, and there were also several plates of rare fruits.

Han Shijin explained to Shi Xuan: "Master Shi, you don't know that there are only some paper servants in this mansion, and they are slow and dull. I will let them handle these things." Perhaps it was indeed because there had been no guests for a long time, the Han family seemed very welcoming.

"No, no, it's because you, Mr. Han, are so considerate of guests. I am flattered." Shi Xuan was very satisfied with this courtesy. Of course, he did not forget to secretly use magic to check the tea and fruit. After the inspection, he signaled to Chu Wan'er that the alarm was lifted, and Chu Wan'er immediately picked up the longan fruit that she had been coveting for a long time and ate it.

"In this Yinzhai, apart from the blood food of cattle, sheep, pigs, etc. that is offered during the monthly family sacrifice, there are only these offerings. Taoist Shi, please don't be surprised. Those blood foods have been left for a long time. It's okay for us ghosts to eat them, but you living people may get sick if you eat them." Han Shijin explained. Seeing that Shi Xuan was very satisfied sincerely, he introduced the tea: "This is the snow bud tea brought back from Liaobei. It goes perfectly with the cold spring water behind the Yinzhai. Taoist Shi, please have a taste."