Time slowly passed.
"Father." A village woman carrying a bowl and chopsticks walked out and called out to the old man. When she saw Kong Wenjun, she was slightly stunned and somewhat puzzled. This Wind Gate Village was very remote, and no one came in all year round.
"This is Kong Wenjun, Young Master Kong. He's staying at our house.”the old man said with a smile.
Kong Wenjun narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the dozen sets of bowls and chopsticks in the woman's hands, not saying a word.
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a man carrying a hoe walked in. When he saw Kong Wenjun, he was stunned, but he nodded politely.
"Young Master Kong, this is the waiter.”The old man introduced with a smile.
Kong Wenjun greeted politely.
A moment later.
The village woman came out with a set of bowls and chopsticks. The man brought over a large table and asked the village woman to place more than ten sets of bowls and chopsticks on the round table. However, other than Kong Wenjun and the three of them, no one else served rice.
"Young Master, you should know that scholars don't talk when they eat or sleep, right?”At this time, seeing Kong Wenjun's puzzled expression, the old man winked and said,"
Kong Wenjun saw the old man winking at him and saying such words. He naturally understood that the other party was asking him not to speak, so he smiled and nodded without saying anything.
As they ate.
Kong Wenjun's hands paused for a moment. He could clearly feel that the village woman's face was stiff, and her limbs were trembling as she ate. Even the man and the old man's faces were pale, as if they were afraid.
Furthermore, Kong Wenjun had clearly sensed something on the table and chairs beside him.
"Old man, let me ask you a question or let you make a choice. Normal or weird, which one do you want?？”Kong Wenjun said. When he said this, he clearly felt more than ten pairs of eyes looking at him.
The three people who were eating shakily suddenly widened their eyes, especially the old man who hurriedly winked at Kong Wenjun.
However, Kong Wenjun smiled at the old man.
"It's normal," the old man replied helplessly.”
"Zi Buyu, you're a monster. Get lost!!!”
Shockingly.
Kong Wenjun suddenly slammed his palm on the table, and a dazzling white light suddenly appeared. The entire Wind Gate Village was enveloped by this white light. As Kong Wenjun shouted, a powerful sound wave suddenly exploded.
Bang bang…
There were only a dozen muffled sounds as if something had fallen to the ground.
" Aaah…" A desolate and sharp voice suddenly rang out, followed by the sound of the entire Wind Gate Village.
Slowly.
A dozen old men and women with disheveled hair appeared in the room. Their toes were pointing to the ground and their heels were raised. Their faces were numb and dark, and their eyes were gray. They were wearing white burial clothes.
"Entering my house and hitting my people, Young Master…don't you think that's too much?”The oldest ghost among the dozen or so ghosts said faintly. His voice was erratic and carried a cold air.
At this time, the old man's family of three had long passed out.
"Since you're dead, why do you want to stay in the human world? You even ate and lived with others?" Kong Wenjun said indifferently. He didn't care about these dozen ghosts, but he couldn't help but care about the ghosts that were swarming over from the entire Wind Gate Village.
The old ghost looked at Kong Wenjun with a ferocious expression and said,""We don't want to either, but the custom of Wind Gate Village is to bury the dead in an empty space next to the house. It's particular about eating and living with ghosts.”
"Amitabha. Patron, let me help you.”All of a sudden, there was a thunderous sound as the door to the room opened. A white-bearded old monk walked in with a wand in his hand.
Kong Wenjun was stunned. Wasn't this the old monk with powerful magic power he saw last time?
"Benefactor, I haven't seen you for a few days, and your cultivation has improved again. I admire you. Today, I passed by this mountain and was surprised to see that this place was filled with resentment. I originally wanted to come and explore at night, but I didn't expect to see a vast righteous aura bursting out of this place at night.”The old monk said with a smile, not taking the dozen or so ghosts to heart.
"You actually dare to ignore us like this." The dozen ghosts were furious. They screamed and pounced on Kong Wenjun and the old monk.
Kong Wenjun gently waved his folding fan, and the Righteousness Qi surged out. Bang bang, these ghosts were instantly turned into ashes by the Righteousness Qi.
"Patron, good move." The old monk exclaimed in amazement. Then, he raised his wand and drew a circle around the three unconscious old men. This was the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle, which could ward off evil and ghosts.
Seeing this.
Kong Wenjun leaped out and came to the door. He saw dark clouds covering the sky in the distance. The dark clouds rolled over, and countless ghost spirits were roaring and screaming as they swept over.
"Vajra Demon Subduing Art!" The old monk shouted and stabbed the staff into the ground. His palms glowed with golden light and he slapped forward.
A series of golden swastika seals that were around ten feet in size suddenly rushed out from the staff. Dong, dong, dong, they sounded like the sound of drums. They struck the rolling black cloud and produced a puff of green smoke. Countless ghost spirits dissipated at this moment, but this was nothing compared to the vast black cloud of ghost spirits.
"There are too many ghosts. How can there be so many ghosts?？”The old monk looked at this scene in disbelief and exclaimed.
Kong Wenjun's expression was slightly grave. He put his right index finger and middle finger together to form a sword pointing towards the sky. Xiu, the Azure Rainbow Sword at his waist was suddenly unsheathed, transforming into a ten-foot-long azure rainbow that flew around the old monk and Kong Wenjun.
"Yin and Yang are reversed in the world. Although the customs of Wind Gate Village seem to be fine, they are actually raising ghosts. In these hundreds of years, how many people have died? Slowly, it became like this.”Kong Wenjun looked indifferently at the surging ghost clouds. His body floated in the air and slowly sat cross-legged in the void. The Jiu Xiao Huan Pei in the zither case automatically floated out and landed on Kong Wenjun's knees.
Hearing this, the old monk nodded. Then, he took off the Vajra Buddha Beads on his neck. With a slight shake, the string of Buddha Beads suddenly scattered, emitting a faint Buddhist light that floated beside Kong Wenjun and himself as a defense.
"Give me back my life…Give me back my life…"
Suddenly, the ghost launched its final attack. A series of miserable wails rang out in their ears, as if a demonic sound had entered their minds. The miserable cries were endless, and each sentence entered Kong Wenjun and the old monk's ears.
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