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Chapter 5 The Fat Monk

"Waaaaah..."

The area around the mountain god temple was all barren mountains and wilderness. A woman was crying wailing outside. The scene was terrifying. The group of people in the temple felt a chill run down their spines and were terrified.

"You disagree?"

Zhou Fengchen sneered and stepped out the door.

It was pitch black outside the mountain god temple. When the wind blew, the wild grass undulated like waves. The woman's crying sounded sometimes near and sometimes far, sometimes east and sometimes west, and it was impossible to tell where it was coming from.

Zhou Fengchen squinted, his hands forming hand seals three times in quick succession, and finally looked at a clump of grass to the west. With a leap, he used the "Swallow Skimming the Water Three Times" lightness skill to dart over there.

Halfway there, he bit his finger and drew the character "镇" (zhen, meaning "suppress") on his palm. Upon reaching the target, he leaped sideways, transforming his palm into a claw, and shouted, "Die!"

Swish!

Suddenly, a disheveled woman in red emerged from the bushes. Judging from her pale face, she was the same woman who had ridden the donkey last night.

Her face was filled with terror. She flashed away into the distance, but she was a beat too slow. Zhou Fengchen grabbed her, and with a scream, she turned into a red cloth that twisted and turned and disappeared into the depths of the weeds.

"Damn it!"

Zhou Fengchen tossed aside the dark, fleshy mass in his hand, pulled out a piece of yellow paper from his robes, drew some talismans on it with his own blood, folded it into a small paper crane, clasped his hands together, and chanted: "Soul-Locking Trace, Tracking Talisman, so be it! Go!"

As soon as I let go, a magical scene unfolded: the little paper crane spread its wings and fluttered away.

"Where do you think you can run to?"

Zhou Fengchen spat and turned to go back to the mountain god temple.

The group of people in the temple were all pale-faced. They looked at the door and then at the two dead bodies on the bed with yellow paper talismans pasted on them. They were terrified. When Zhou Fengchen walked in, they were all startled.

Without wasting any words, Zhou Fengchen walked to the bedside and patted the two corpses a few times. "Whoosh!" The two corpses sat up abruptly, startling everyone in the room.

Then Zhou Fengchen muttered some incantations, as if performing some kind of ritual, and then waved his hand: "Go where you're meant to go, let's go!"

call--

The two corpses fell, a gust of wind rose from the flat ground, and the old wooden door of the mountain god temple swayed and wobbled for a while before it calmed down.

Zhou Fengchen turned around and explained, "My father said that life and death are different and should be orderly. The souls taken away by unclean things are different from the souls of those who die naturally, so we need to use their birth dates to summon and appease them. Ge Lao Er and the other man have already gone to the underworld, but their bodies cannot be kept. I suggest burning them. What do you think?"

The old clan chief swallowed hard and asked, "Is burning it enough? What about the woman?"

Zhou Fengchen nodded: "Burning down the town will bring peace. I'll take care of that woman."

The old clan chief gritted his teeth: "No problem, burn it!"

"burn!"

Everyone agreed, including Ge Lao Er's son, Da Gang.

……

Two piles of firewood were quickly placed outside the mountain god temple.

Seeing that everyone was engrossed in watching, Zhou Fengchen quietly left and followed the overgrown path to search.

It was the middle of the night, the darkness was dim, and the desolate wilderness was covered with thick weeds. The wind howled as it blew. Walking alone on such a night road would be absolutely terrifying, but Zhou Fengchen was skilled and daring, and was not afraid at all. Sensing the location of the "spirit-seeking paper crane", he walked forward with uneven steps.

After walking for more than an hour, I suddenly stopped, looked around the neighborhood, picked up a small paper crane from the grass, and looked embarrassed.

Damn it, we lost them!

"That doesn't make sense!"

Undeterred, he searched the surrounding area again, but unfortunately found no trace of the female ghost. Just as he was about to give up, he climbed a hill and suddenly noticed a person squatting in a dark place not far away, muttering something to himself.

Curious, Zhou Fengchen went over to take a look and saw the man squatting beside an old well surrounded by weeds, muttering, "3, 3, 3..."

Zhou Fengchen tilted his head to look at the person and found that the person was very strange. He was very thin, his face was bluish, and he had a fishy smell. He was stunned. No wonder the "Spirit-Seeking Paper Crane" failed to track him. It turned out that he had encountered this kind of thing.

He coughed, leaned closer, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

The person ignored him and kept repeating, "3, 3, 3..."

Zhou Fengchen sneered inwardly, walked over and peered into the dark well. Just then, the man suddenly moved, pressing down hard on Zhou Fengchen's back, preparing to push him into the well.

Zhou Fengchen had been waiting for this moment. With a strange twist of his body, he slipped past the man's grasp, kicked him, and sent him tumbling into the old well. He squatted by the well's edge, cursing loudly, "You son of a bitch! How are you counting the number of men you've harmed? 4, 4, 4… How does that make you feel?"

"Waaah—"

A series of mournful cries emanated from the bottom of the well, which were extremely eerie.

Zhou Fengchen stood up and glanced at Xiaomi Mountain. He suddenly began to doubt why his father had made him guard this place. Could it be that something was buried under Xiaomi Mountain, disrupting the feng shui of the area, removing the yang and keeping the yin, making the mountain fierce and the water evil, thus breeding ghosts and evil spirits?

The person we just saw was a type of ghost, commonly known as a "dead corpse." It is a person who fell into a well or river many years ago and died with resentment in their heart, unable to expel the pent-up anger in their chest. In fact, they exist in many places. They are always looking for a substitute, but because so much time has passed, the substitute method no longer works, so they continue to harm people.

Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment, bit his finger, drew the character "诛" (zhū, meaning to kill) on his palm, and jumped headfirst into the dry well. His feet twisted strangely, rubbing against the well wall to slow down. After sliding down five or six meters, a stench hit him. Then, with a splashing sound, a dark shadow roared and burst out of the water.

Zhou Fengchen sneered, "I'm giving you a break!"

With one hand forming a claw, it slashed down at the roaring creature's head. With a "crack," the monster's skull shattered, its vicious roar turned into a weak "weep," and then it fell into the water, its consciousness fading away.

Zhou Fengchen pressed his hands against the slippery well wall and used the skill of a gecko climbing a wall to leap out of the well in three leaps. Then, staring down into the well, he silently recited the "Sutra of Rebirth in the Pure Land" that his father had taught him, performing a ritual to help the deceased pass on. Soon, a faint, gloomy aura rose from the well and gradually disappeared.

After all this commotion, it was already broad daylight. Zhou Fengchen straightened his clothes, glanced around, and thought to himself that he had really bragged too much. He only had the ability to exorcise ghosts when he encountered them, but the female ghost had disappeared without a trace, and he had no way to find her.

Just as he was about to turn back, he suddenly noticed five people walking towards him from the end of the side path: an old man, three young men, and a bald, fat monk.

The monk was in his thirties, a little over 180 cm tall, with a particularly large head, a face full of fleshy muscles, and narrow, long eyes that looked somewhat fierce. He wore a red robe with gold stripes, and his large belly bulged out, as if he were seven months pregnant.

A monk? Zhou Fengchen pondered for a moment. There were no temples nearby, so where did this monk come from?

As the group drew closer, the old man leading the way said, "Master, this is very strange. My wife and my youngest son keep getting up in the middle of the night to slap themselves, talking nonsense as they do so. Their faces are so swollen that they are unrecognizable, and they are bleeding from all seven orifices."

The fat monk twirled a string of prayer beads in his hand a few times and asked, "How long has it been?"

The old man said, "It's been almost a month. The mother and daughter slap themselves every night, and they can't remember anything during the day. They saw a doctor who said they're not sick, but they're living a life worse than death."

The fat monk asked, "Is it like this every day?"

The old man said, "Things have calmed down a bit these past two days."

The fat monk snorted: "This humble monk already knows, it must be a vengeful ghost causing trouble."

The old man nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I suspect... it's my eldest daughter-in-law."

"Oh?" the fat monk asked疑惑地, "Your eldest daughter-in-law?"

The old man said, "Yes, it's a long story."

As the two talked, they reached Zhou Fengchen's side. The fat monk glanced at Zhou Fengchen, paused for a moment, and then put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, good morning, benefactor."

"Oh, hello." Zhou Fengchen nodded, feeling that the greeting was a bit strange.

The fat monk looked Zhou Fengchen up and down again before following the old man onto the road.

Zhou Fengchen watched their retreating figures, pondering for a moment. Haunted? Where did so many ghosts come from? Since he had nothing to do back home anyway, he might as well follow them and see how this big monk catches ghosts, and while he was at it, inquire in the nearby villages if there were any traces of the female ghost from last night.