Evil Spirits

Chapter 39 Evil Spirits

Not long after, Li Wuxiang heard voices in the yard. It was Chen Xiu who was talking to her mother, her voice was very low, and her usual lively and cheerful tone was completely gone. Li Wuxiang has keen senses and can hear something clearly——

"Then, do you think it's true? Is he just lying? He's not a good person either..."

Then came Liu Jiao's voice: "Don't think nonsense, don't keep mentioning this matter, it's okay if you don't want to."

"Then I won't say anything...but I can't help but think about what to do? Mom, how about I sleep with you tonight..."

"Then go ahead and put the bedding and pillows in my room, and take your father out."

"Then my father..."

The voices gradually faded away, and it was time to enter the house. Then there was a knock on Zhao Qi's door, and Chen Xin said outside the door: "Master Immortal, Master Immortal, have you gone to bed?"

Zhao Qi put down the pen in his hand, took a sip of tea from the teacup beside him, leaned back on the chair, and then said: "Come in and talk. How was your visit in the past?"

"Eh." Chen Xin opened the door and saw Li Wuxiang, but he didn't seem to have any intention to say hello to him. He just nodded and closed the door behind him. "Master Xian, I asked clearly. He was the only one who saw him last night. I've been talking nonsense in the afternoon, but I just asked someone to lock him up at home... I haven't heard anyone in town talk about this before, and I can't say whether what he said is true or not... or whether he's asking for a fairy. Teacher is tired, why don’t you go and have a good look?”

Zhao Qi nodded: "What did he say?"

"He said——"

"Forget it." Zhao Qi waved his hand again, interrupting Chen Xin, "You can't learn anything from your clumsy tongue. Is he being treated in his own home? I'll go and ask in person."

Chen Xin hurriedly bowed and smiled in apology: "If the immortal master takes action, then we will all feel at ease."

Zhao Qi ignored him, stood up, walked to the wall, took off the sword hanging on the wall, turned around briefly, and shouted: "Go on!"

He threw the long sword to Li Wuxiang with his backhand, and Li Wuxiang quickly caught it. The scabbard and hilt of this sword are both made of plain wood. Only a few places are covered with brass, but the edges and lines have turned black, indicating that it has been there for some time.

Zhao Qi turned around and looked at the way he was holding the sword, and smiled slightly: "This sword belongs to your master, and I held the sword like this for him when I was a master. Okay, come with me."

He turned around and went out, and Li Wuxiang was busy following behind. Chen Xin pulled his sleeve, as if telling his own child: "Take good care of your master."

Zhao Qi frowned, but he didn't feel comfortable saying this, so he snorted and stepped into the night.

The place we wanted to go to was in the north of the town. It wasn't too prosperous to begin with, and there were even fewer people on the street at this time. It was already dark and the streets were deserted. Zhao Qi walked very fast, and Li Wuxiang had to jog a little to keep up. After walking through two alleys, Zhao Qi said, "Have you seen evil spirits before?"

Don't know how to answer. But Li Wuxiang remembered what Chen Xiu had just said, so he whispered: "I...my parents didn't allow me to ask before, saying that if I asked, I would be more provoked..."

Zhao Qi smiled: "You will never see this kind of thing in the future. After a while, you will do whatever I say."

"Yes." Li Wuxiang stepped up and followed him, feeling that Zhao Qi seemed to be in a good mood tonight... No, when he knocked on the door to look for him, he was not very happy. It seemed that he was happy after hearing Chen Xin say that there was indeed something evil. Get up. Why? Because you think your immortal master, who is in charge of one side, can be put to use?

But Zhao Qi doesn't seem like someone who would care about such a thing.

A quarter of an hour later, Li Wuxiang saw the evil household. It is a small courtyard surrounded by low loess walls, with listless grass growing on the top of the walls. There was only one small house in the courtyard, with the same loess walls, thatched roof, and small windows. The yard is in the northernmost part of the town, with bamboo forests and mountains behind it. It is separated from the nearest neighbor by a swollen river ditch and a pile of firewood.

Two town soldiers were guarding the door, leaning on sticks and whispering. When he saw the person coming, he trembled, as if he was frightened. When he saw it was Zhao Qi and Li Wuxiang, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly ran over: "Master Immortal, Master Zhao, his family is inside."

Zhao Qi glanced at them: "You two go back first."

The town soldier said nothing, nodded as he ran, and disappeared into the night in a few breaths.

Zhao Qi pushed open the door and walked straight into the courtyard. As he walked, he said: "Listen carefully. The evil spirits we usually talk about can be roughly divided into three categories. The first category is ghosts, but there are also two types. One is after death. There are still those who have unresolved concerns and linger on strangers, but there is no malicious intention. Sometimes they will leave on their own, or they can just cast a curse and send them to the underworld, and they do not intend to harm others. "

"There is another kind of evil ghosts. They are those who persist in their obsessions after death and occasionally go to the spiritual places between heaven and earth, gaining a little bit of Taoism. This type of evil ghosts are also confused at first and have no thoughts. It really wants to harm people. But if the yin and evil energy in the body is too strong, it will lead to death. If many people are tortured to death, their spiritual wisdom will gradually develop and they will become evil spirits."

Li Wuxiang followed behind with his sword in his arms, keeping every word in his heart. What Zhao Qi said were not rumors that he knew were true or false in his original world, but professional content dictated by a professional, which was exactly what he needed to know urgently. When Zhao Qi took a breath, he immediately asked: "Master, how do you tell which one is a ghost and which one is an evil ghost?"

"Everything you can see is an evil spirit."

Li Wuxiang felt a chill in his heart and nodded slightly.

"The second category is monsters. Monsters are also divided into two types. One type is those who often accompany practitioners, or have the opportunity to listen to scriptures and preach, and have awakened their spiritual wisdom. When you meet this type, you can also call them fellow Taoists, but don't get close to them, and there is no need to provoke them. After all, they are different species. The other type is demons, which accidentally broke into the spiritual land and became intelligent. This kind of people do not understand etiquette, and their likes and dislikes are all based on nature. Nine out of ten will cause trouble to one side, and they are also evil spirits."

"Master, how do you classify this?"

Zhao Qi walked to the door of the house and stopped at this time. He looked at Li Wuxiang and smiled: "Anyone who reveals his true self in front of you is a demon."

"The third type is human demons. Some people who are invaded by external evil and are not killed in time will lose their minds and become human demons."

Li Wuxiang instantly clenched his sword and took a deep breath, so that he didn't ask himself to tear open his clothes and swallow Zhao Qi's head into his stomach-he almost thought that Zhao Qi knew about his affairs and was going to do it!

But after Zhao Qi said this, he turned around, pushed open the door and walked in.

This house is very small, with only one room. Next to the door is an earthen stove with a small pot on it, and two jars, one large and one small, next to the stove. The large one has a lid on it, and there is half a jar of water in it. The small one has a half-covered lid, revealing half a jar of rice bran inside. There is an oil lamp on the stove, with only a pool of lamp oil left at the bottom, providing a rice-sized flame.

This flame illuminates the person squatting next to a broken bed next to the stove - his head is wrapped in dark brown cloth, and his eyes are wide open because of shock. It is Chen Sanyao who is holding a hatchet.