leonardwarren Chapter 42 I don't trust anyone but my dear nephew!
Chapter 42 I don't trust anyone but my dear nephew!
"How is it?"
Lu Yuan pushed open the palace door, and the hinges made a soft sound.
Inside the hall, the old man sat cross-legged on a futon in front of the coffin, holding a gourd of wine in his arms, dozing off in rhythm with his breathing.
Hearing the noise, he opened his eyelids a crack, glanced at Lu Yuan, then lowered them again, his voice muffled.
"It's done."
Lu Yuan felt relieved and quickly walked to the coffin. With a push of his shoulders, he steadily opened the heavy coffin lid.
Inside the coffin, Gu Qingwan's true form lay quietly.
The blood-written curse above her head, the very first character "永" (yong), had lost its dot.
The speed is neither fast nor slow.
In just one day, some of it had already been wiped away.
But if you want to erase the entire line of blood-written letter, don't even think about it for two or three months.
Moreover, this only targets the curse on the eyes, but also the mouth, tongue, major acupoints throughout the body, and legs.
If we were to complete everything, it would take years.
Lu Yuan couldn't bear to see Gu Qingwan suffer for so long.
Even before she met Gu Qingwan, she had already lived like this for over a hundred years.
"It's a bit slow."
Lu Yuan turned around and looked at the drowsy old man.
At this moment, the old man didn't open his eyes, and muttered:
"Is this slow?"
"A century-old curse can be broken in just a few years. How much faster do you want it to be?"
Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow, his gaze intense.
"Can it go any faster?"
The old man squinted, then finally opened his eyes, shaking his head, his expression somewhat muddled from drinking.
"Yes, you can."
"Sure, you can get 10,000 pilgrims to come to Zhenlong Temple every day, and it will only take a few months."
Lu Yuan's eyes lit up instantly.
It's not impossible!
He instantly made up his mind.
From now on, I'll be more diligent! One job after another, without a break in between.
Especially after heavy snow closes the mountain passes, most Taoist temples are closed, unless it's a wealthy family willing to pay hundreds of dollars for a big job.
Then I'll do the opposite!
Just like when I first transmigrated, I followed the old man all over the country and explored every village around Fengtian City!
If you build up a good reputation over the winter, why worry about a lack of worshippers next spring?
Lu Yuan became more and more excited as he thought about it, while the old man on the futon looked at him with disdain in his cloudy old eyes.
"Bewitched!"
Lu Yuan chuckled, offering no rebuttal, and simply said:
"I'm going back to sleep now. I have to go to Fengtian City tomorrow."
Find me two disciples who are willing to come with me to Fengtian City.
And after the heavy snow blocked the mountains this year, he followed me to walk through the streets and alleys of the village, and we didn't go home for the New Year.
I won't treat them unfairly; I'll share all the money they earn from their odd jobs with them.
After saying that, Lu Yuan grinned, exuding an air of heroic pride.
"By building up a good reputation over the winter, next spring we can easily attract 80,000 pilgrims a day, let alone 10,000!"
"Get it done for Gu Qingwan in just one month!"
Of course, Lu Yuan was joking; even Wuqing Temple doesn't have 80,000 people a day.
The old man was too lazy to pay attention to his madness and waved his hand.
Lu Yuan turned and walked out of the hall, not forgetting to turn back and give some instructions before he left.
"Remember to find someone for me, okay? Leave first thing tomorrow morning, and come back as soon as you're done."
He walked outside the hall and was about to close the door when he caught a glimpse of blood red out of the corner of his eye.
Gu Qingwan's figure rose silently from the coffin and hovered in mid-air.
Those scarlet eyes were staring straight at him.
Lu Yuan waved to her and softened his voice.
"Go lie back down."
"While I'm away, listen to my master in everything. He won't harm you."
"I will make more trips and wait until next spring to bring more people to Zhenlong Temple so that your evil curse can be broken more quickly."
"Stay put and don't wander off."
Gu Qingwan's scarlet eyes stared at Lu Yuan, and the surrounding air seemed to thicken.
for a long time.
A faint, ethereal syllable, as if coming from another world, rang out.
"..."
"……Um……"
Then, the blood-red figure slowly sank and disappeared into the coffin.
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The next day, early in the morning.
A horse-drawn carriage stopped at the side gate of Zhenlong Temple.
"Never try to be strong. If you can't beat them, send someone back with a message."
"Make sure you understand the book I'm showing you before you go to Zhao Qiao'er's house."
The old man had dark circles under his eyes, leaned against the door frame, and swayed unsteadily, clearly having not slept well last night.
It was indeed difficult for him to break the curse on a super-inauspicious person with a star rating of 20 or higher.
Previously, the old man would just lie down and fall asleep whenever he was tired.
Lu Yuan nodded repeatedly.
"I know, I know, but where's the person I found for me?"
No sooner had the words been spoken than two familiar voices came from not far away.
"Brother Lu!"
Lu Yuan turned his head and saw Xu Erxiao and Wang Chengan running towards him, one carrying a large wooden box and the other carrying two large bags of luggage, panting heavily.
"Hey?!"
"Why haven't you two left yet!"
Lu Yuan stared at the two of them, somewhat bewildered.
Xu Erxiao grinned and said:
"We heard yesterday that you were promoted to Celestial Master, so we wanted to stay an extra day to see the Celestial Master's demeanor in person before we left."
"Then we heard you were looking for someone today, so we came over!"
Wang Chengan nodded vigorously to the side:
"We also need to return the things Aunt Qiao'er gave us!"
At this point, Xu Erxiao said with a resentful look:
"Brother Lu!"
"Why didn't you just call us both!"
"They just dislike us!"
Seeing his expression, Lu Yuan rolled his eyes and said:
"I'm afraid you'll ruin me again."
Xu Erxiao's face instantly turned bright red as he recalled what happened at the mountain god temple that night; even his neck turned red.
His lips moved, but in the end he didn't make any solemn oath. He just gritted his teeth and used all his strength to mutter a sentence.
"I...I will never do that again!"
"If I ever do that kind of thing again, I'll just smash my head against the Sanqing Hall and die!"
Seeing Xu Erxiao's fierce expression, Lu Yuan waved his hands repeatedly and said:
"Alas!!"
"Just kidding, look at you!"
"Alright, alright, I won't say it again. Hurry up and get in the car!"
The three bid farewell to the old man, and the carriage started moving, slowly descending the mountain.
Inside the carriage, Lu Yuan took out a yellowed handwritten book from his pocket and carefully flipped through it by the light from the window.
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Meanwhile, in Fengtian City, at the Zhao family mansion.
A magnificent interior room completely shut out the bleakness and cold outside.
The house is fully equipped with a heated kang bed, heated walls, and a stove.
There was no ordinary charcoal fire in the central brazier.
Instead, it was burning fist-sized, red, jelly-like objects, translucent and occasionally wriggling on their own.
That was white, fragmented spirit flesh.
Such a luxurious heating method makes the whole room as warm as spring or summer.
Deep inside the room stood a huge silk screen depicting a beautiful woman.
The screen was thin and translucent, allowing a glimpse of a voluptuous and extremely sexy woman on the bed behind it.
The woman's face and clothing could not be seen through the screen.
She was only vaguely visible wearing a bathrobe, her chest and thighs were covered in snow-white skin, and her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, as if she had just finished taking a bath.
Several maids tiptoed behind the screen.
Some squatted in front of the bed, pounding their legs; some massaged their shoulders; and some used their fingertips to dip in perfume and gently rubbed it onto the fair and tender flesh of the mature woman.
"Clatter".
A maidservant is striking a match.
For this exquisitely sexy, top-tier mature woman, as ripe as a peach, a delicate jade-mouthed pipe was lit.
A wisp of eerie, blood-red smoke rose into the air.
The smoke carried a strange, sweet fragrance that made one's bones melt and one's soul almost bewitch.
This is not tobacco, but tobacco made from the finest spiritual flesh and blood.
"Cough...cough cough..."
A violent cough shattered the tranquility of the room.
The maids hurriedly took the jade-mouthed pipe from the woman's hand, their faces full of worry.
"Madam, perhaps we should have the Taoist priest from Baiyun Temple take a look..."
"Your illness has lasted for so many days with a high fever and a severe cough. We've consulted doctors all over Fengtian City, but nothing has helped."
"The Taoist priest at Baiyun Temple says you're possessed by an evil spirit. The spirit is waiting in the front yard. Why don't you let them come in and take a look?"
After a bout of rapid coughing, the stunningly sexy mature woman felt much better.
He then picked up the jade-mouthed pipe from the maid's hand again.
A languid, sexy, slightly husky mature woman's voice drifted softly from behind the screen:
"Too verbose."
"I trust no one but my dear nephew!"