Chapter 117: Storming the Place

In the middle of the graveyard of the Suppression of Strange Office, there were three wooden houses. The door of one was slowly pushed open, and an old man walked out.

"Cough, cough, that old bull-nose actually dared to play these tricks on me!"

"It's a good thing I've been putting most of my focus on the graveyard lately, otherwise I really would have been fooled!"

Zheng Lao, who was filled with an ancient aura, was clearly truly angry this time.

Last time, in order to keep that old bull-nose from having any wild ideas, he had given up quite a few things, but the other party had actually dared to go back on his word and secretly pass his talisman techniques to Lin Feng!

"Cough, cough, this body is becoming less and less useful!"

Walking out of the wooden house, Zheng Lao coughed twice, and then a path filled with foul-smelling black mud slowly extended outside the graveyard.

Until he left the graveyard, the Silver-Rank Divine Catcher guarding outside felt nothing. In fact, other than Li Yanbing, the only person in Luohe City who knew of his existence was that old Daoist priest.

Near the north side of Luohe City, there was a newly built Daoist temple.

Although it was said to be newly built, the temple actually had an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes, and the courtyard walls were covered with withered old vines.

Inside the temple, the old Daoist priest was currently teaching a dozen young Daoist acolytes how to write and draw talismans. These acolytes were clever children specifically found for him by the Suppression of Strange Office.

"This talisman is divided into three parts: the talisman head, the talisman gall, and the talisman foot. The talismans drawn by our Xuande Mountain are all passed down from the three Daoist Venerables: the Profound Heaven Daoist Venerable, the Luo Heaven Daoist Venerable, and the Clear Void Daoist Venerable."

"Different talismans can borrow part of the power of different Daoist Venerables. Hehe, for example, your master can summon a hand of the Profound Heaven Daoist Venerable through a talisman to suppress many *Guiyi* disasters!"

Speaking of this, the old Daoist priest was clearly very proud, stroking his beard with great self-satisfaction.

However, at this moment, the acolytes, who had been listening intently, suddenly widened their eyes.

"Good for you, you old bull-nose! Going back on your word is one thing, but you actually have the nerve to teach disciples here as if nothing happened!"

Zheng Lao, who knew not when he had passed through the courtyard wall, appeared behind him.

And he had a stick he had swiped from somewhere, which he brought down directly toward the old Daoist priest's head.

"Clang~"

But at this moment, a peach wood sword flew over and blocked Zheng Lao's strike.

"Old Ghost Zheng? What kind of madness are you acting out coming here, you old thing?"

The old Daoist priest took the opportunity to step back, looking at the furious Zheng Lao with a face full of confusion, completely unable to figure out if this old thing had taken the wrong medicine or what.

"Heh, you old bull-nose, still trying to play dumb with me. Come, come, if I don't beat your yesterday's dinner out of you, I'll count it as you having a clean bowel movement!"

Seeing the old Daoist priest's expression of knowing nothing, Zheng Lao became even more furious, raising the stick in his hand again to smash it down.

"Old Ghost Zheng, don't you dare push your luck!"

The old Daoist priest grabbed the peach wood sword and dodged, then pointed at Zheng Lao in a somewhat disheveled state and said.

"You say I'm pushing my luck?"

"Hehe, you old bull-nose took my things, but still went to have designs on my successor. This is simply too much!"

Hearing the old Daoist priest say this, Zheng Lao was so angry he laughed, and mounds of black mud began to appear around him. Clearly, he wanted to get serious this time!

"Old Ghost Zheng, you old thing, you want to play for real?!"

Seeing this, the old Daoist priest hurriedly threw out several talismans, sticking them around the courtyard wall, and at the same time threw a dozen beans at the acolytes who were watching in a daze.

These beans turned into human shapes the moment they hit the ground, then hugged the acolytes and retreated rapidly.

"How did I have designs on your successor? I haven't even stepped half a step near your graveyard recently!"

Seeing the black mud on the ground spreading toward him, the old Daoist priest couldn't help but continue to retreat, immediately shouting at Zheng Lao.

"Pah! You old bull-nose, there isn't a single word of truth in your mouth!"

"I even saw that shitty talisman booklet of yours!"

Clearly, his words not only had little effect, but instead made Zheng Lao even more furious.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Old Ghost Zheng, could it be that the successor you found is a disciple of that Great Sage Equaling Heaven?"

However, the words Zheng Lao said sounded different to the old Daoist priest's ears. He had given his talisman booklet to that Great Sage Equaling Heaven just a few days ago, but now it appeared in someone else's hands; clearly, there was a connection.

There was only one possibility for such a thing, and that was what the Suppression of Strange Office had told him before: there was a person in the graveyard who was a disciple of that Great Sage Equaling Heaven.

If that were the case, it would make sense. After all, that Great Sage Equaling Heaven was already a semi-saint, so he had no use for his talisman techniques.

But if the other party was doing it to pass it on to his disciple, then it was within reason.

It was just that he never expected that the disciple of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven and the successor in Old Ghost Zheng's mouth were the same person!

"What the hell?"

The originally furious Zheng Lao instantly deflated, and the mounds of dirt around him gradually faded away.

"Hiss~ That kid did say a kind person taught him. Could it really be like this?"

Then he thought about Lin Feng's situation. He had originally looked like an ordinary kid, but he was able to live quite comfortably in the graveyard.

Such a thing was unusual in itself. If there was an expert pointing him in the right direction behind the scenes, then everything made sense.

Otherwise, how could one explain that the kid knew how to work with stone, do carpentry, and even learned how to make incense and draw talismans?

The "kind person" in that kid's mouth must be that Great Sage Equaling Heaven...

"You old thing, don't you know? That Great Sage Equaling Heaven has a disciple practicing in the graveyard, and the Suppression of Strange Office even sent people to befriend him earlier!"

Seeing him calm down, the old Daoist priest also put down the peach wood sword. Since he had encountered that Great Sage Equaling Heaven twice before, and the other party had even suppressed a *Zai Gui*, the old Daoist priest was relatively clear about the situation.

In any case, after he went to the Suppression of Strange Office to ask, he understood that such a person would use Xinglong Ling as a Daoist site, so he would definitely establish a sect and recruit disciples.

If the other party's aptitude was really that good, being favored by Old Ghost Zheng would naturally mean being favored by that Great Sage Equaling Heaven.

"..."

Hearing him say this, Zheng Lao also remembered a little, but he had thought the Suppression of Strange Office sent people to approach him?

"Hehe, I must have been sleeping in a daze."

Then, a somewhat embarrassed expression appeared on Zheng Lao's face, and at the same time, he felt a bit melancholy in his heart. He had no ability to compete for a disciple with a semi-saint.

"Hmph, after all, your main body cannot leave that graveyard for a long time. I can understand you being muddled from sleep, but you came here to shout and kill without distinguishing right from wrong..."

Seeing him realize this, the old Daoist priest instantly perked up. It wouldn't be right not to knock him for a good amount!

"You old bull-nose still have the nerve to talk? Who told you to give that piece-of-junk talisman technique to someone else!?"

But the next moment, Zheng Lao's expression changed, and he refused to admit it. Already feeling melancholy, he didn't care about these things.

Now that he couldn't count on a successor, he wouldn't be afraid of this old Daoist priest trying to extort him!

The two seventy- or eighty-year-old guys argued back and forth in the Daoist temple like two children, finally ending with Zheng Lao leaving in a huff.

"Sigh, you, oh you, why bother? Spending your whole life guarding that broken graveyard, is it really worth it?"

"Even if they don't become a disciple of that Great Sage Equaling Heaven, why would they really be willing to spend their whole life in a graveyard?"

Looking at the direction Zheng Lao disappeared, the old Daoist priest sighed with loneliness. The other party had spent his whole life burying corpses and guarding graves for others.

And he himself could only rely on some means to attach himself to the lonely old people in the graveyard to experience a normal life.

Even so, the time he could stay awake every day was limited. Most of the time, he was in a muddled state. ===== CHAPTER 118 =====