My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 810 - 505: Li Gui Kills Huang Jing (Double-Length - ) (Part 2)

Min Ning chuckled to himself, gulped down the dregs of wine, and suddenly felt quite proud.

Even so,

it's best if she doesn't encounter it,

but if she meets this Li Gui...

I'll make sure he knows how formidable I am!

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"Seeking a mage, seeking a mage, substantial reward for anyone who finds a mage!"

A well-dressed fifty-year-old man wearing a green ink-colored long robe was posting a notice by the city gate, shouting for help while his assistant called out beside him.

"The Gao Mansion is seeking a mage, seeking a mage, a mage will receive ten taels if they show up, and a hundred taels if they cure the persistent illness..."

No matter how loudly the assistant shouted, the passersby either walked away or ignored them, with those approaching lowering their heads and pretending not to hear.

After shouting for half a day, there was no response.

The man raised his voice to shout once more, still no response, and in frustration, he tossed the notice to the ground, about to shout in anger before sighing instead.

As he bent down to pick up the notice, a shadow suddenly fell over him, with a corner of the notice pinned to the ground by a foot.

"Not a mage, but how about a Taoist?"

The man's eyes brightened as he looked up and down, seeing that the Daoist robe was made of blue silk with white fabric, he said, "Well, well, I am the housekeeper of the Gao family, let me explain the situation in detail."

"No need to rush into discussing the illness, just bring us into the city first."

...

The Gao Mansion is a prominent family in Huojia County, and with the housekeeper leading the way, the guards had no choice but to let them pass.

Chen Yi took on the Gao family's job, not just to get into the city, but also to show Little Fox how a real exorcism ritual is conducted.

After all, on this journey, Chen Yi had not performed any real exorcism ceremonies.

As they conversed briefly along the way, Chen Yi learned from the housekeeper that the master of the Gao family had been possessed by evil spirits two months ago, becoming seriously ill, and frequently suffering nightmares. Many doctors were consulted, and all kinds of expensive medicines were consumed to no avail. It was only a fortune teller from Jianghu who said he was entangled by evil spirits.

Upon stepping over the vermilion threshold and entering the Gao Mansion, it felt as though a net covered the main road, with smoke swirling along the way, not smelling like medicinal incense but rather the kind used for tributes in temples. Yin Tingxue observed for a long time before seeing the main hall through the net.

Yin Tingxue looked left and right, discovering various statues along the way, such as the Eighteen Arhats, the Eight Heavenly Dragons, the Thirty-six Heavenly Generals, and the Seventy-two Earthly Fiends. The shrine was packed with various deities.

Listening closely, chanting could be heard from the hall, reciting the "Healing Spell."

Seeing this scene, it was apparent how much Lord Gao had suffered from this evil spirit.

As the housekeeper led them inside, the chanting stopped, and someone inside said, "Is the mage here?"

"Master, it's not a mage, but a Taoist priest."

"Oh, oh, greetings, Taoist priest..."

The speaker's voice was old and weak. Chen Yi squinted, catching a glimpse of a pale figure through the thick smoke and clouds,

"May I ask for the honored Taoist priest's name?"

Chen Yi stepped forward immediately, cupped his hands, and said, "Here is my Dudie, I am Yin Tingxue."

Yin Tingxue nodded in approval.

Lord Gao looked at the Dudie from afar, nodded, and then coughed several times, seeming about to cough up blood.

It was evident that he had been tormented by something unseen for quite some time.

Chen Yi curiously glanced around, noticing more statues of gods and Buddhas indoors than outside, both Daoist and Buddhist ones, and asked, "Why offer tributes to so many gods and Buddhas?"

"There's no choice... the evil spirit is too troublesome, and the cause can't be found. There are no monks around Huojia County, so we can only offer tributes to anyone." Lord Gao sighed.

"Is this how you temporary curry favor with gods? Do you expect any one of them to be eager for your tribute when you offer it to so many?"

Lord Gao was speechless for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "....Before I got sick, I didn't believe in anything, but after the illness, I've chanted Buddha's name three thousand times a day, almost shaved my head to become a monk."

"Before, you were a rascal, and afterward, a monk."

"Indeed, Amitabha..." Seeing Chen Yi in Taoist attire, he then said, "Blessings of Infinite Heavenly Venerable."

Chen Yi fell silent for a moment, turned around, and directly asked Yin Tingxue to help set up the altar.

Yin Tingxue was puzzled, feeling that this monster wasn't very formidable.

She looked up to see Chen Yi's lips moving without sound, hearing him say in his heart:

"You fool, setting up the altar can earn us more money!"

...

The moon was dark, the wind high, and the New Year had passed. Huojia County was shrouded in a quiet, pitch-black atmosphere. Due to the White Lotus Sect causing trouble nearby in the south, a strict curfew was in place, with two teams of soldiers patrolling the main street at night, leaving no hint of the New Year's charm.

A gentle breeze blew past, rustling the willow leaves by the riverbank like a flute's sound.

In a patch of shade beneath a tree, a middle-aged man named Qi Wu'er occasionally glanced at the Gao Mansion gate in fear, reflecting the words "terrified and anxious."

He came from an impoverished family with just a few acres of land. Despite three generations' efforts to cultivate 20 acres of wasteland and acquire new properties, gaining some savings, he had never consulted a scholar for a proper name, fearing a good name might burden his humble life.

The incense smoke inside Gao Mansion wasn't as heavy as usual, making the night seem clearer yet somehow more terrifying.

Whoosh!

A mass of black air shot up from the Gao Mansion, breaking through the smoke and disappearing into the distance carried by a strong wind.

Qi Wu'er was greatly alarmed but stifled a scream.

The gusting wind blew through the willow leaves like a suona.

Qi Wu'er hurriedly chased after it, skillfully dodging patrol soldiers as he navigated the winding alleys.

Upon returning home, he knocked a few times before quickly entering, whispering, "What happened, did something go wrong this time?"

A weak voice answered from inside, "Strange! Strange! Two Taoists came this time, it's difficult!"

Qi Wu'er slapped his leg in frustration, "I told you not to use this trick."

"If I didn't use this trick, how could I buy that land for seventy taels?! Could you afford it?"

"Enough, enough, I'll make some porridge for you."

"I can't eat, I'm a dead person, how can I eat? Get some incense."

Qi Wu'er quickly fumbled in the dark for incense, found a fire striker, lit three sticks, and placed them in the incense burner at the front.

The dim glow of the incense illuminated a pine coffin resting in the main room, simple yet costing Qi Wu'er half a tael of silver with the carvings on its lid.

The sound of a deep breath was heard as incense smoke drifted along an unseen path towards a faintly visible ghost.

It was the ghost of Qi Wu'er's wife, who had died thirty days ago and remained there because they hadn't found a proper burial site.

The world is vast, but death is crucial; Qi Wu'er, usually frugal, this time purchased many funeral items, although not the most expensive, they weren't cheap either, costing a considerable portion of his savings.

As a result, he had no money to buy land.

Originally, he had picked out a good location from the Zhang family, but the Gao family bought up the surrounding area. Seeing his urgency to bury his wife, they demanded seventy taels of silver.

Seventy taels would cost Qi Wu'er half of his fields, which he couldn't afford, and his late wife was so angered that she became a ghost.

Every day, she frightened Lord Gao into turning pale and paralyzed in hopes of getting the land at a better price.

But this time, encountering two rogue Taoists, they had hit a hard wall.

"You can't go back, you can't go back! You might even lose your soul." Qi Wu'er shouted when he saw she had absorbed nearly all the incense.

"If I don't go back, where will I be buried, in a stinking grave, or among stray dogs? Huh?"

"But what… what can be done?"

"I don't know, but don't sell the land; otherwise, when I'm gone, how will you and our son survive?"

"Sigh!"

"...Sigh..." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

A heavy silence fell inside the house.

As they say, "A poor couple suffers all sorrows..."

Even in choosing a good burial ground, they sighed deeply.

Dong, dong, dong...

Suddenly,

There was a knock at the door.