Chapter 593

Gu Liangong glanced at the Guimen Guan gradually taking shape above Le Wenmao's coffin, then glanced at Xuanqing Daozhang and opened his mouth.

He very much wanted to ask Xuanqing Daozhang that, when he passes away, he could also be soul‑salvaged, allowing him to pass through Guimen Guan and be reborn in the Underworld.

After all.

He had heard countless stories about Guimen Guan since childhood.

It is said.

Anyone who, upon death, is soul‑salvaged and passes through Guimen Guan into the Underworld, even if they committed every evil in life, need not walk the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

And if one never did bad deeds, the next life can be reborn into a good family.

If one frequently does good deeds, the next life need not just be a wealthy household; even a Wang Family aristocratic lineage is no problem.

He also once imagined that, with his mediocre life full of both good and bad deeds, even if he could be reborn as a human next life, it would probably still be an ordinary family.

If he could encounter a powerful priest who, at his funeral, soul‑salvages him and helps summon Guimen Guan, allowing his next life to be in a wealthy household.

No longer suffering in this life!

Only.

Over all these years, he had attended many relatives' and neighbors' funerals and seen many priests, yet no matter which priest, he had never seen anyone capable of summoning the legendary Guimen Guan.

He also didn't know whether they simply lacked the ability to summon Guimen Guan, or whether the claim that a priest can summon it during soul salvation is merely a rumor, an untrustworthy matter.

Until now, seeing Xuanqing Daozhang take over Le Wenmao's soul salvation, he never imagined that, with the funeral just beginning, Xuanqing Daozhang could actually summon the legendary Guimen Guan.

That shattered his previous conjectures; how could his former fantasies not resurface in his mind?

However.

He knew clearly that he might have only a few days left; now that he was of such age, he could plainly feel Yama King beckoning him.

However, Xuanqing Daozhang and the Le Family have utterly offended the Zhu Clan, and if it weren't for Le Wenmao's funeral, Xuanqing Daozhang should have taken Le Zhuang away immediately.

So as not to let the Zhu heir learn that his servant died at Xuanqing Daozhang's hands, bringing even more powerful figures, such as the Zhu Family Imperial Attendant, to seek revenge on Xuanqing Daozhang.

How could he even have the nerve to ask Xuanqing Daozhang to preside over his funeral and soul‑salvate him?

Zhuo Tie whispered, "Uncle Gu, what's wrong? Did something occur to you, making you stare blankly here?"

"Nothing, nothing, nothing."

Gu Liangong suddenly cleared his myriad tangled thoughts, glanced again at the forming Guimen Guan, then at Xuanqing Daozhang, took a deep breath, exhaled a heavy puff of foul air, and chuckled:

"Just thought of something!"

At this moment.

He had already thought it through: though he had only a few days left, he would be better off not troubling Xuanqing Daozhang at his own funeral, since whether Xuanqing Daozhang would agree to preside remains unknown.

Even if Xuanqing Daozhang truly agreed to preside, summoning Guimen Guan at his funeral would inevitably attract the Zhu Family.

Given the Zhu Family's arrogance in Xiang Xian, seeing Xuanqing Daozhang disregard them might prompt them to unleash a slaughter at his home, affecting not only Xuanqing Daozhang but also his family and even his neighbors.

He must not, for personal selfishness, endanger Xuanqing Daozhang, his whole family, and even the neighbors' lives.

"Uncle Gu, at this moment, what can you think of?"

Zhuo Tie asked curiously, "It can't be related to this Guimen Guan before us, can it?"

"You could say that!"

Gu Liangong nodded.

For a long while.

The Guimen Guan above Le Wenmao's coffin was about to fully form, and Xuanqing Daozhang gradually regained his senses from countless bewilderments.

Before presiding over Le Wenmao's funeral, he had been a priest for many years, having overseen countless funerals; the soul‑salvation sutras were so well memorized he could recite them backward.

Yet, like the current situation, summoning Guimen Guan using the salvation sutras was something he had never accomplished.

Whether it was his own salvation sutras or those he had learned from others, they were largely similar.

Though there are rumors that mastering the salvation sutras to an unfathomable depth can summon Guimen Guan.

This novel you.

He had also heard that some could achieve it, but he knew that anyone capable was either terrifyingly gifted or had deep ties to the Underworld.

Like him, or even ordinary cultivators, even reciting the salvation sutras thousands of times, they could not accomplish it.

Now, strangely summoning Guimen Guan at Le Wenmao's funeral shocked him greatly; after pondering for a long time, he still could not understand why he could summon this Guimen Guan.

"Is it an accident, or a genuine outpouring of feeling?"

Xuanqing Daozhang contemplated countless possibilities, but a sidelong glance at the nearly formed Guimen Guan made him shake his head, dispelling all conjectures from his mind; seeing the crowd's eager faces toward the Guimen Guan, he knew they had all heard of it, and he spoke:

"Guimen Guan is about to form; you all leave this place quickly!"

The people in the memorial hall exchanged glances, and from their eyes one could see they were unwilling to leave, only wary of Xuanqing Daozhang's power.

Just now, Xuanqing Daozhang had unleashed a massacre in the courtyard; whether it was Cui Ji or the towering warriors clad in armor wielding weapons, they were helpless before him and met a gruesome death, and even now recalling it sends a chill down one's spine.

They lacked the courage to speak before Xuanqing Daozhang.

Gu Liangong, seeing pair after pair of gazes turn to him, couldn't help muttering under his breath, how could they not understand? Their intent was not to leave, but to fear Xuanqing Daozhang's might, unwilling to speak directly, hoping he would intervene, and he cursed silently:

"You have no courage; does that mean I have it?"

However, in the end Gu Liangong still mustered the courage—not because he was popular or feared being unable to explain to neighbors, but because he also did not want to leave, and he asked:

"Kumu Daozhang, regarding this Guimen Guan, although I've heard many rumors, this is still my first sight; may I ask, Kumu Daozhang, could you let us stay here just to take a look? Just a look—I promise not to cause trouble!"

"Are you all curious about this Guimen Guan, wanting to see what it's about?"

Xuanqing Daozhang knew that not only Gu Liangong, but likely the neighbors assisting in the memorial hall were also curious; scanning the crowd, seeing no response, he understood they dared not speak, and he said again:

"I must tell you clearly in advance: this Guimen Guan is the gate to the Underworld; behind the gate lies the Yincao Difu.

Once Guimen Guan opens, the Underworld's unique yin qi will spill out, and anyone tainted by it will typically lose ten to twenty years of life.

It might even cause death on the spot; are you sure you want to stay here to watch the Guimen Guan's spectacle?"

(End of Chapter)