CHAPTER 752: CHAPTER 734 WATCHING A SHOW AIDS DIGESTION

The old Taoist, whose Daoist name was Qingfeng, had only one disciple by his side, whom he had granted the Daoist name Sanyuan. In fact, he originally wanted to name his disciple Santong, as he had but three copper coins to his name when they met.

Sanyuan thought it didn’t sound nice and insisted on changing it to Sanyuan.

The master and disciple were led to a serene courtyard guarded as tightly as a fortress. The servant reminded them, "The Daoist needs only to expel the demon. Do not inquire about anything else."

The old Taoist pursed his lips and said nothing, though internally he was in a state of panic.

Oh, Infinite Heavenly Venerate, what kind of King of Evil Ghosts have we encountered? Even without a Compass, he could feel the heavy yin energy in this courtyard.

With his little Daoist cultivation, could he really defeat it? Would he perish here tonight?

The old Taoist sighed to himself that this reward silver was not easy to earn; the whole chicken he had just eaten no longer held any taste for him—it was indeed a last meal.

As the servant walked into the courtyard, the old Taoist lowered his voice to his disciple, "If things go south, you run."

Sanyuan darkened his face.

Was his unreliable master planning to flee the scene?

Seeing his disciple’s displeased face, the old Taoist gritted his teeth and said, "This thing is definitely difficult to deal with, not like those newborn little ghosts. Remember what I said: if things don’t look good, you run and don’t worry about me."

Sanyuan let out a snort, furrowed his brows, and also felt uneasy.

He touched the little bottle in his bosom. It contained two precious drops of Cow Tears, which he had obtained by squatting by an old yellow bull for a full ten days until it dropped dead. Should he apply one now and see?

Considering the Taoist’s words, there must be something especially formidable here, but he cursed himself for not having the Heavenly Eye to discern the root of it.

"Hurry up and follow."

The old Taoist pulled out something wrapped in cloth from his bosom. Unwrapping it revealed an old Compass. The needle spun incessantly even before they entered the courtyard.

Both master and disciple exchanged a glance with sinking hearts.

Old Taoist: Should I pretend to have a stomachache?

Sanyuan glared: This is Princess Manor. If you eat without working, do you believe they will beat the shit out of us?

Old Taoist, clenching his buttocks: I was just saying.

With a somber face, he feigned profundity as he walked in, only to see a noble lady in luxurious attire approaching, anxiously asking, "Daoist Qingfeng, you’re here. Quickly, see if there is any evil haunting this courtyard?"

This person was none other than Princess Rong’an.

The old Taoist said gravely, "The yin energy reaches the heavens, and the ghost energy is chilling; indeed, there is the haunting of an Evil Demon here."

Princess Rong’an’s face changed, and she said, "Then Daoist, quickly expel the evil and capture that thing."

"Not so fast. You all go fetch the items I asked to be prepared earlier. Shortly, I will set up an altar to conduct the ritual, to exterminate evil and defend the Dao, and restore purity and serenity to the manor. However..." The old Taoist paused.

"However, what?" Princess Rong’an’s eyes shifted, a profound meaning in her words: "Old Taoist, as long as you can expel the evil and capture the ghost, this Commandery Princess will surely reward you generously."

"Blessed Infinite Heavenly Venerate." The old Taoist cupped his hands in a Taoist ceremony and said, "To exterminate evil and defend the Dao is our duty in the Taoist Sect. Even without compensation, should there be evil harming innocents, naturally, we of the Taoist Sect will not ignore it."

Sanyuan lowered his eyes, thinking I was tricked into joining this Taoist Sect by such honeyed words that sounded better than a song.

The old Taoist sighed and said to Princess Rong’an, "This courtyard is deeply afflicted by yin energy. Unless there’s been a mistake, presumably this demon has been here quite some time?"

Princess Rong’an’s gaze shifted as she let out a hum of agreement.

"Truly as I suspected," the old Taoist heaved another sigh and said, "To not conceal the truth from good people, had your manor’s young lady been entangled by the evil spirit from the outset, quite simply, I would have been able to dispose of it with ease. However, after these past few days, it has grown significantly stronger."

Princess Rong’an’s face changed once more as she said, "Are you saying you can’t deal with it?"

"The poor Dao can only promise to do his best. May I request to see the young lady?"

Princess Rong’an frowned, somewhat troubled, "Is that really necessary? Isn’t it enough to set up an altar and send the ghostly haunt away?"

She did not seem keen on their meeting the young lady.

The old Taoist thought to himself, with things having reached this point, what’s the use of worrying about propriety between men and women or those damn noble lady etiquettes anyway?

But he didn’t dare to voice it out. Seeing that the people from the Princess Manor had delivered the items, he instructed Sanyuan to set up the altar while he himself held the Compass and paced back and forth, eventually approaching the little building intent on entering, as the needle of the Compass was spinning so fast it seemed like it was about to explode.

"What’s wrong with the Daoist?"

Old Taoist: Heart’s racing, don’t dare to go any further.

He could feel a wildly arrogant, chilling, and domineering ghost energy emanating from inside the building.

"The evil spirit is hiding here; please ask the lady to come out for the time being," the old Taoist said with a grave voice.

Now in this situation, there’s nothing to do but grit one’s teeth and proceed.

He’d known from the start this thing wouldn’t be easy to deal with; he would rather have watery porridge than eat a dead man’s meal.

Hearing this, Commandery Princess Rong’an’s legs softened, and she quickly had someone bring her daughter out.

The old Taoist took one look at the young lady: dark circles under her eyes, a lifeless gaze, body emaciated and with a pale complexion. But there was something about the expression in her eyes... somewhat flirtatious?

The old Taoist secretly wondered if she had been drained of her spirit.

Suddenly, a gust of yin wind blew out, picking up the talismans from the altar and scattering them everywhere.

Everyone’s faces changed drastically, not knowing who screamed out in fright.

Next door, Qin Liuxi and the others had just finished dinner and were about to return to the guesthouse to rest when they suddenly felt something and paused.

"What’s wrong with the Junior Temple Master?" Wei Ren quickly asked.

Lu Xun also looked over.

Qin Liuxi patted her stomach and said, "Eating and then sleeping right away makes you gain weight."

Everyone: "?"

So what?

"At this Time Gate, watching this drama helps in digestion," Qin Liuxi said with a grin.

Everyone: "..."

What drama are they watching? A traditional opera?

Qin Liuxi had Teng Zhao take Wang Chuan back to rest, while she glanced briefly and with a light tap, leaped onto the rooftop.

Wei Ren stood stunned as a wooden chicken. Were the guards asleep?

Lu Xun, however, had bright, sparkling eyes and followed suit, leaping up to the rooftop and running in the direction Qin Liuxi had gone.

Wei Ren’s face grew even darker; partly curious, he said, "Whoever is hiding in the dark, take me up there!"

A Hidden Guard exhaled deeply, silently appeared, and lifted Wei Ren by the collar up onto the rooftop, following closely behind Qin Liuxi and the others.

To be honest, if they weren’t together, he might have almost taken action against Qin Liuxi, completely disregarding their overt and covert guards.

Qin Liuxi had chosen an excellent vantage point, from which they could see the courtyard with soaring yin energy, and from a high view looking down.

"What are you looking at?"

Wei Ren, flustered, grabbed his cousin’s hand, trying not to look down. Why did he come up here? He’s scared of heights!

Qin Liuxi pursed her lips and pointed to the opposite side: "That courtyard over there, the old Taoist is battling a ghost."

What, a ghost?

Qin Liuxi opened their Heavenly Eyes, and they looked into the distance with focus. With that one look, they nearly fell off the roof together.

Help, why didn’t they give them any heads up for such a sudden shock!