Chapter 495

"Daoist, Daoist!"

Seeing Wang Daoxuan striding forward, the man hurriedly quickened his pace to follow, his face full of anxiety: "Daoist, what time is it now, please don't sell the punchline, what on earth is going on?"

The mission they received this time was also about zombies.

In the mountains nearby, there is an abandoned ancient village, said to be from the Great Xing era when the North and South were confronting each other, it encountered a military rebellion, and the whole village was slaughtered.

The Nanchong area is rich in citrus, especially at the southern end of Qinglin Village near the river, there is an ancient orchard, these citrus trees in this place have an aged appearance, but produce fresh flowers, which is one of the eight scenic spots of Nanchong, "Fruit Mountain Autumn Colors."

However, the workers sent to work encountered zombies.

Although no one was injured, the workers fled in succession, and for a time, people were panicked, and no one dared to go to that place again.

If this matter is not handled well, that wealthy household will suffer heavy losses.

A wealthy household in the city took a fancy to that ancient village and wanted to build an orchard, and build a mountain villa, using the convenience of the Jialing River to transport to various places.

These few monster-hunters don't count as experts, but after working with Wang Daoxuan once, they have been following by his side to help.

But when they encountered this job, Wang Daoxuan only looked at it on the mountain for a few glances, then refused directly and turned to leave.

And because of greed, they privately took this job.

Hearing Wang Daoxuan's words, the man felt there was a hidden story, and felt anxious, wanting to know clearly what had happened.

Wang Daoxuan didn't say it directly, but looked at the surrounding mountains and rivers and said: "Do you know how the Feng Shui of Nanchong is?"

"Making so many tricks, there must be a problem!"

The man shook his head, saying very definitely.

"Wrong!"

Wang Daoxuan said in a deep voice: "This place is located in the northeastern basin, mainly hills and mountains, surrounded by mountains, hiding wind and gathering qi, and has multiple river veins running through it, it is a top-grade Feng Shui dragon vein."

The man was a bit confused, "What does the Daoist mean?"

"There must be a corpse-raising ground here!"

Wang Daoxuan stroked his beard and said: "Most likely it is man-made."

"The place you went to, I looked at it and it felt a bit wrong, and it was born in the shade, the terrain is steep, it is definitely not a good place to build an orchard."

"The wealthy household that hired you most likely knows something."

"Damn it, setting a trap to pit me!"

The man came to his senses, his face full of anger.

The martial world rules of their line are that receiving money to handle things is reasonable, and if an accident occurs, life and death are one's own choice.

But if someone deliberately sets a trap, that is a situation of life and death.

"Don't rush."

Wang Daoxuan shook his head slightly: "Ask clearly first before talking."

……

Nanchong County is located on the banks of the Jialing River.

This place is named after the south of the Han Chongguo County, renamed Shunqing Prefecture during the Great Xing era, and renamed Nanchong County after the founding of the Great Xuan Dynasty.

As a wharf city, naturally, trade is developed.

The architecture here is mostly bamboo and wood, with white walls and grey tiles.

The shops along the street are all connected by wooden boards to form portals, which are closed at night and opened during the day, with all kinds of goods dazzling the eyes.

The sound of hawking along the street is constant, and carriages are crowded.

Wang Daoxuan and the three arrived at the county city, went directly to a large mansion outside the east of the city, and clanged the iron ring on the door.

Creak~

The door opened, and a servant came out; seeing the two, his face was obviously unnatural, "So it's you two, I don't know what..."

The man beside him had a fiery temper; before the servant could finish speaking, he grabbed his collar, "A few days ago you were full of enthusiasm, today you block people outside the door, could it be that you have a ghost in your heart?"

"Where is your master?!"

The servant struggled in a panic, but stuttered and couldn't speak.

The monster-hunting man was furious, pushed him out, walked swaggeringly for two steps, then hurriedly turned around, sideways, and raised his hand, saying: "Daoist, please."

Wang Daoxuan laughed dumbly, not caring.

These monster-hunters count as the lowest level in the Mystic Sect; their kung fu is okay, able to reach the Dark Energy realm, but their aptitude for cultivation is average, and building one floor is the limit.

Mostly they rely on supernatural sensing and using Dharma artifacts to work.

Although they are a bit reckless and greedy, they have no intention of harming others, and he secretly investigates intelligence precisely to use these people as a cover.

Seeing that he wasn't angry, the man immediately had confidence, walked into the house angrily, bumped into the servants who came to block him, pushed them away, and shouted loudly: "He, He, where are you?!"

From the main hall, two men suddenly rushed out, one holding a blade, the other wearing brass knuckles, setting up a stance and blocking the door.

"Broken Plate Sect?"

The monster-hunting man gave a cold laugh, stuck his silver spear into the ground, rolled up his sleeves, and said: "Come, come, let's see what ability you have!"

Although he shouted fiercely, he also knew the rules.

The imperial court's rules are strict now; regardless of the reason, sorcerers killing people in broad daylight is a big trouble.

Even if it is revenge killing, it must be done privately.

"Stop!"

An old voice came from the main hall.

Subsequently, a thin old man wearing a squire's robe walked out slowly, supported by two maids, leaning on a cane.

After seeing the two, he sighed, "Hero Chen, Daoist Rooster, I have been rude, please forgive me; why don't we go inside and talk?"

This monster-hunter's surname is Chen, named Sanbang.

Hearing the name, one knows he is from a poor family.

Seeing that Chen Sanbang was still full of anger, the old man persuaded: "Hero Chen, with your skills, my He mansion is also a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, why rush for a moment?"

Chen Sanbang turned to look at Wang Daoxuan, and seeing him nod, he gave a cold snort and followed the old man into the main hall.

After entering the room, the old man let the maids serve tea, then said: "You go, bring the young master over."

Soon, several servants carried a person into the main hall on a stretcher.

That was a young master, but he didn't know what serious illness he had contracted, his whole body was thin, his face was covered with an abnormal oily sheen, he had long since fainted, and his breathing was full of disgusting stench.

The old man said: "Hero Chen, is that zombie hard to deal with?"

Chen Sanbang also noticed something wrong, didn't answer directly, but said: "You speak first, what on earth is going on?"

"This matter is also a debt of evil."

The old man sighed and said: "This rebellious son of mine, didn't study well in the academy, but loved those strange stories, and whenever he heard about these things, he loved to run over to join in the fun."

"That day, he came back from home, saying he met a fairy, was quite moved in his words, and ordered people to prepare tea and wine, saying he wanted to visit again."

"I had long since lost confidence in him, and the family didn't worry about silver, thinking that if there was a good marriage, it would be a good thing, but I always had to clarify the other party's family background first, so as not to attract messy people, so I sent servants to follow secretly."

Who knew, this kid ran to the wilderness, and was drinking with a monster covered in black hair beside an old tea forest.

The servants were scared to death, hurriedly ran back to call people, the family guards rode horses and lit fires to save him, and that monster was hit by a fire arrow and turned into black smoke and fled.

But the son suddenly fainted, and after returning, he fell ill and couldn't get up.

That very evening, a Daoist suddenly came to the door, saying the son had been bewitched by a powerful black-haired zombie, and would come looking for him that night.

Sure enough, that black-haired zombie appeared again that night, sneaked into the son's room, and was fortunately driven away by us. That Daoist said, this thing is spiritual, if you want to eliminate it, you can only find its nest and set up a formation to kill it.

But this matter must not be leaked, so as not to make the black-haired zombie angry and directly harm the son.

That Daoist found the place, but the person suddenly disappeared. I had no choice but to ask you to take action.

Because I was afraid the black-haired zombie would come to take revenge, I just found a random excuse and didn't make it public..."

"Stupid!"

Chen Sanbang heard this and was furious, "Zombies live by sucking blood; even if their Daoist arts are profound, they do it to suck blood and harm people, how could they drink tea and wine?"

"Moreover, black-haired zombies have not yet solidified their Yin energy, and they hide in the ground to sleep during the day, how could they come out and use sorcery to bewitch people?"

After all, he is a monster-hunter, and he heard the wrongness immediately.

"Ah, this..."

He Squire was also taken aback, his eyes flickering with uncertainty, "Does Hero Chen mean that Daoist was lying to me?"

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"Then what on earth is that black-haired monster?"

"That thing is called a 'Mao Gui' (Hairy Ghost)."

Wang Daoxuan suddenly spoke from the side: "This thing is a mountain spirit, mostly transformed from apes, covered in hair, with three colors of red, white, and black, born with three eyes, the vertical eye on the forehead can bewitch people and cause hallucinations."

"'Tong You Ji,' 'Yi Jian Zhi,' and 'Sou Shen Hou Ji' all have records of it; it is covered in hair and also has sorcery, but its strength is not great, it likes to eat human hearts and beast hearts, and also likes to run into homes to harm people."

"But this thing has both good and bad sides; the one recorded in 'Sou Shen Hou Ji' appeared in a tea forest and even gave people citrus to eat."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

He Squire hurriedly said: "Every time the son came back, he held citrus in his hand, saying he wanted us old couple to eat it."

"Oh?"

Wang Daoxuan became interested, "Is the citrus still there?"

He Squire looked ugly and said: "That Daoist said the citrus was a Gu used by the black-haired zombie to harm people, and opened one on the spot, and it was full of maggots inside."

"That was a glamour!"

Chen Sanbang cursed, "That citrus must have been a good thing; you listened to rumors and were cheated of the treasure by others!"

Wang Daoxuan also nodded in agreement.

"Sigh~"

He Squire sighed, "Obtaining a treasure without recognizing it is my lack of fortune; the son has become like this now, could it be the revenge of the Hairy Ghost?"

"Not so, it was harmed by someone!"

Wang Daoxuan shook his Daoist robe, stood up and said: "Go, find a coffin, and get a few bags of five grains and miscellaneous grains."

"Quick, quick, quick!"

The old man understood immediately and hurriedly urged the servants.

The He family is not the richest in Nanchong, but they are well-off, and in less than an incense stick of time, they had moved a coffin and several full bags of five grains and miscellaneous grains.

Wang Daoxuan took out his compass, walked around the courtyard a few times, and arrived at a shaded area full of bamboo, "It's here, dig three feet deep."

Under his command, the servants dug a large pit, placed the young master in the coffin, piled the surface of his body with five grains and miscellaneous grains, and buried him directly underground.

He Squire watched with fear, "Daoist, won't this suffocate him?"

Wang Daoxuan said faintly, "What we want is for him to die once."

"Ah?!"

He Squire was dumbfounded.

Wang Daoxuan saw that the old man couldn't take it, and no longer sold the punchline, "Your son was harmed by a driven Yin ghost."

"This type of Yin object is called 'Er Shu Zi' among the people, and is also known as the 'Gao Huang Ghost.' Below the heart is 'Gao,' and between the chest and diaphragm is 'Huang'; the so-called 'ghost in the heart, illness entering the Gao Huang' refers to this thing."

"This thing is extremely difficult to clear, so it is inevitable to fake death once, using the five grains to drive away evil, to force it out."

After saying this, he raised his hand to draw a talisman, stepped on the pace of the Big Dipper, took out a gold coin sword, stuck it directly into the ground above the coffin, and then chanted incessantly.

In no time, ghost winds howled all around.

This strange wind swirled, stirred up dust on the ground, and circled around the gold coin sword, bumping left and right, seemingly wanting to escape, but was tightly bound by the Dharma sword.

Within a few breaths, the strange wind stopped abruptly.

"Quick, open the coffin!"

Wang Daoxuan gave an order, and the people around were busy.

They lifted the coffin out again, and upon opening it, the five grains and miscellaneous grains in the coffin had all turned black and were emitting a foul stench.

They carried the young master out in a flurry, but seeing that he was still in a coma, his face no longer had that greasy, sickly color, and his breathing had become steady.

"Many thanks, Daoist Rooster!"

He Squire let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly performed a great bow.

He had contracted an illness while running boats in his youth, and he had only this one son in the family; if he died, that would be the end of the family line.

"Your family's trouble is gone!"

Chen Sanbang gave a cold snort, "Poor my brothers, they are still trapped inside; it is estimated that it was the ghost of that Daoist, did he leave his name, or leave anything behind?"

"He said his Daoist name was Ziyun, but it is mostly a fake name."

With the only son saved, He Squire's brain also recovered its clarity, pondered for a moment, and said: "He didn't leave anything when he left, but one day a servant went to deliver hot water and found this person worshipping a Dragon King statue."

It's the Dragon Worship Sect...

Wang Daoxuan's eyes flashed with cold light upon hearing this.

He had heard some rumors after arriving in this place, but had found many places that proved it was unrelated to this matter.

To think that he found a clue here.

"Daoist, shall we..."

Chen Sanbang naturally didn't know what he was thinking, full of anxiety, wanting to ask Wang Daoxuan to go save people.

Wang Daoxuan pondered for a moment, "That place is afraid of having a big problem; if you and I go, we might also fall into it."

Saying this, he turned his head to look at He Squire, stroked his beard and smiled: "He Squire, do you want revenge?"

"This evil person harmed my He family, naturally I cannot spare him."

He Squire nodded, but said with difficulty: "But this evil person's sorcery is powerful, what if he takes revenge..."

People are just like this; once the danger is over, they become weak.

Especially since the He mansion is big, even if they suffered a loss, they don't want to provoke these evil things again.

And he could also tell that even Wang Daoxuan was so cautious, and several monster-hunters had been lost, so the other party was definitely not easy to provoke.

"No matter."

Wang Daoxuan stroked his beard and said indifferently: "The imperial court is worrying about the zombie disaster in Nanchong; it's not easy for us to say, He Squire only needs to say that you discovered the source of this matter, and naturally someone will handle it."

……

Just as Wang Daoxuan expected, He Squire went to the Yamen to talk about this matter, and the county magistrate didn't doubt it, immediately dispatched many yamen runners to go, and also mobilized the garrison soldiers, all holding firearms.

The monster-hunters gathered in Nanchong also swarmed...

(End of chapter)