Recap
Mr. Wen was dragged by the Hu family to arrange a ghost marriage the day before yesterday. He died in the coffin yesterday. How could he go to the city to buy red clothes? That red dress must be wedding clothes for a ghost marriage!
Thinking that the Hu family was haunted last night and scared a few people crazy, Mr. Wen came back to teach in red clothes today as if nothing had happened. After thinking about it, there is only one possibility…
Mr. Wen turned into a fierce ghost and crawled out of the grave to take revenge!
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The white lantern with the word “Dian”* hanging in front of the Hu Mansion has not been taken down yet, and the house is full of gloom. The doctors who were invited in carried their medical boxes in and out, and they all shook their heads and sighed.
*(Libation, a libation is a ritual pouring of a liquid as an offering to a deity or spirit, or in memory of the dead.)
The Hu family is a large mansion, with three generations living together: the old lady, Mr. Hu, and Mr. Hu. The young master is Hu Wei, the only child of this generation. He has been spoiled by his family since he was a child, and he is lawless.
Hu Wei was born with a love for men and has not married yet. Because of the old lady’s wish to continue the family line, he took in several concubines, but before he had a child, he died, completely ending the incense of the Hu family.
The day before yesterday, the old lady fainted from a heart attack when she heard that her only grandson had died tragically in a tiger’s mouth. Mrs. Hu also fainted on the spot when she heard the bad news. The body torn by the tiger was so tragic that the Hu family did not even let Hu Wei’s body stay for seven days. They hurriedly buried him on the same day and put him to rest.
The Hu family found it difficult to accept this sudden accident. Someone had to bear their anger, and Wen Yichu unfortunately became the outlet. On that day, Mr. Hu led a group of servants into the academy, forcibly escorted Wen Yichu out, and made a series of accusations: If you hadn’t run into the mountains, how could my son have encountered a tiger and met with an accident? What? You were trying to avoid harassment from my son? It’s an even greater crime! It’s your honor that my son likes you, but you actually wanted to hide. You don’t know what’s good for you. It’s all your fault. You should be buried with my son!
Wen Yichu, a scholar, met a soldier. He had no way to reason with this group of unreasonable people. He was put into a wedding dress, taken to Hu Wei’s grave, kneeled and kowtowed, and then sealed in a coffin. There was a big scene along the way. Many villagers saw it, but they were powerless.
Wen Yichu was only glad that when the Hu family broke in, the children had already finished school and did not see such a terrible scene. But he had not fulfilled his long-cherished wish, and he was really unwilling to accept it. When he was buried alive, Mrs. Hu, who had just woken up, also came over with a cane, fighting to see the retribution of the person who killed her grandson. Mrs. Hu was not awake at that time, and later she felt relieved when she heard that Wen Yichu was buried alive.
No one in this family is innocent. The old lady was not a good person when she was young. She killed many concubines who were forcibly taken in by her husband. This group of gentry has been bullying men and women and taking human lives for decades, and they no longer regard the lives of ordinary people as their own. The civilians who were forced to die, the maids and servants who were beaten to death at will… The cannibalistic capitalists—the blood on their hands is not only Wen Yichu.
People are afraid of evil ghosts, and ghosts are afraid of evil people. They have countless wronged souls under their hands, and they have done too many bad things. It is not that they are not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. They have invited monks to paste talismans on the door of their home, and all the ghosts that approach will be annihilated. This is how they have lived in peace until now.
But last night, all these talismans failed.
This was instructed by Rong Yu; the devil’s style of doing things has always been simple and rough. He asked Liu Zhe and Feng Wan to go to the Hu family to make trouble, thinking that the Hu family would become a haunted house, forcing them to move out so he could move in.
But it was Yan Zhao’s handiwork that made such a big fuss. Liu Zhe and Feng Wan are not evil ghosts, and they have no direct grudges with the Hu family. At most, they can scare them, and the two ghosts can’t do much. Yan Zhao had long wanted to teach the Hu family a lesson, so he gathered all the ghosts on the mountain who were persecuted to death by the Hu family and let them be infected with his ghost energy. The spell can only block the little ghosts at most, but it is useless for a thousand-year-old ghost king like Yan Zhao. His ghost energy can also protect other little ghosts from being harmed by the spell.
Those resentful and fierce ghosts have hated the Hu family for a long time, but they were not allowed to get close to them because of the spell. The spell became invalid overnight, and they spontaneously rushed into the Hu Mansion to cause trouble without Yan Zhao’s order. Their resentment is much stronger than that of Feng and Liu. It will not be over unless they scare a few people crazy or scared to death.
The ghosts have grievances and revenges, and they do not implicate innocent people but only look for those who killed them in the past. Mrs. Hu, Mrs. Hu, Mr. Hu, one by one, none of them can escape.
So last night, hundreds of ghosts were walking at night in the Hu Mansion. Several servants and maids who had killed people were scared crazy, and some were chased by ghosts and jumped into the well and died. Mrs. Hu had nightmares all night. In her dreams, all the concubines she had punished to death were scared to death. The souls were out of the body, so they could not fight against the resentful ghosts who had been dead for decades, and they were beaten up…
Not to mention Mr. Hu and Mrs. Hu, a group of ghosts stared at them and showed their magical powers. Finally, Feng Wan showed up—a red wedding dress slowly floated in front of the window and then floated in from outside the window. Before she landed on the bed, the couple completely collapsed and fainted.
It was not until dawn that the ghosts dispersed.
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The whole town knew that the Hu family was haunted last night. Because early in the morning, Mr. Hu hurriedly invited doctors and Taoist priests, and Mrs. Hu took a carriage to the Buddhist temple in the city to burn incense and pray for peace amulets, and invited the monks in the temple back. The noise was so loud that the other men also sent condolences.
Mr. Hu didn’t have the heart to deal with them. The gentry were, at most, drinking buddies. It was nonsense to say that they were friends. Who knows how they would laugh at him behind his back? He and his wife thought that last night was a nightmare, but it didn’t make sense that both of them saw a female ghost in red. In addition, some servants and maids in the mansion also said that they had seen a ghost, and it was clearly a haunted place.
The most important thing was that the old lady was found cold at dawn, breathing out more than breathing in, and she couldn’t wake up. Her soul was taken back to the mountain by several female ghosts to continue to torture her. Among them, there was a ghost baby who kept biting her soul; among the concubines killed by her, there were also pregnant ones.
There were too many sins, and there were many to pay.
The doctors that Mr. Hu invited at the beginning could not find out the reason why the old lady was unconscious. Later, Mrs. Hu invited back the monk who had applied talismans to their family that year, and then he said that it was a soul separation, and the soul should have been taken away by the ghost last night.
Mr. Hu said anxiously, “Where did they take my mother’s soul? Master, I asked you to set up this spell; how come it is ineffective? Do I need to set it up again?”
The monk counted with his fingers but only said, “This is karma; I can’t intervene; the benefactor should take care of it.”
Mr. Hu’s face changed immediately, and he scolded, “You old bald donkey, human life is at stake, but you just let it go; where is your compassion?”
“Amitabha.” The monk shook his head and said, “I made a mistake when I set up the spell for the benefactor. Compassion can’t save a vicious heart; the benefactor might as well think about what you did to suffer this retribution.”
After speaking, he walked out with heavy steps.
Any enlightened monk who protects mortals from ghosts is doing a meritorious deed. But when he calculated that a Wenchang star that could benefit the common people had fallen here before its light could shine, he suddenly felt that all his merits had become sins.
He could no longer practice.
Landlord Hu stared at the monk walking away in amazement: “What is this old bald donkey talking about?” What did he do to deserve retribution?
If this monk was not well-known and respected, Landlord Hu really wanted to detain him and beat him up.
A monk can just leave, and he also invited a few Taoist priests who can also be used.
Mrs. Hu hesitated and said, “Master, could he be talking about that scholar?”
The Hu family has been involved in countless deaths, but only one happened recently. It is hard not to associate it with a ghost at this critical moment.
“Scholar? The one with the surname Wen?” Landlord Hu shouted, “He killed my son; he deserves it!”
Mrs. Hu’s face was pale. “But master, do you think that the red-clothed female ghost we saw last night is…”
They were too frightened last night and did not see the face of the female ghost clearly. They only knew that it was a ghost wearing a red wedding dress. Coincidentally, Wen Yichu was also dressed in women’s clothes and buried in a bright red wedding dress.
Could it be that they saw Wen Yichu?
The timing was too coincidental, and Mr. Hu was also horrified.
At this moment, a servant hurried in: “Master, something bad has happened! Young Master… Young Master’s tomb has been dug up, and… I heard that Wen Yichu has returned to the academy!”
Mr. Hu and Mrs. Hu both shuddered, and a chill rose from the soles of their feet.
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Mr. Hu and a group of servants rushed to Hu Wei’s grave.
A few days ago, they watched their son being buried with their own eyes; the coffin lid was closed and nailed shut, and it was filled with shovels of soil. Also sealed inside were Wen Yichu’s shouts and clapping.
Without external help, the people inside could not get out anyway.
But now, the coffin lid was wide open, and Hu Wei’s tattered body was lying inside, unable to be put together. His arms and one leg had already been eaten by the tiger. During the day and night when the coffin was open, his head was taken away by wild dogs, and the rest of his body was being pecked by a group of crows.
Wen Yichu was taken out of the coffin by the paper figures sent by Yan Zhao, and those paper figures certainly would not be kind enough to close the coffin again. Hu Wei’s body was exposed in the wilderness, which was horrible to see.
Mrs. Hu screamed at the sight and fainted again. Mr. Hu asked the servants to help her back to the mansion, and he was also trembling and looked ugly.
Wen Yichu was not in the tomb.
If it was done by thieves, none of the burial objects were missing. If it were said that they were specifically saving the surname Wen, who would dare to go against the Hu family?
Mr. Hu thought of the red-clothed ghost that floated into the window last night, and the servants said that Wen Yichu had returned to the academy safely.
If he had crawled out of the tomb himself…
Could the person who came back this time still be alive?
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Wen dao Academy.
“I didn’t disagree.” Rong Yu looked into Yan Zhao’s eyes and said it seriously.
Yan Zhao looked at him for a moment, as if he couldn’t stand it anymore, so he stood up and pressed Rong Yu against the table, lowered his head, grabbed Qing’s chin, and kissed him deeper.
Rong Yu sat on the table, holding the edge of the table with both hands, tightening his fingers slightly, and raising his head to let him kiss.
Just as the kiss was getting more and more intense, there was a sudden noise outside, followed by the sound of something splashing on the door.
The man and the ghost in the room stopped their actions at the same time. Yan Zhao hid his figure for the first time, staring at the door, and had the heart to kill.
Rong Yu stood up as if nothing had happened: “Finally, I’m here.”
Outside the house, it was dark, and a group of servants holding torches surrounded the Wen Dao Academy, casting a shadow on their faces. Landlord Hu stood behind the servants, and three Taoists took the lead, pouring a basin of black dog blood on the plain wooden door.
Everyone stared at the wooden door; their eyes suddenly changed.
The Taoist who poured half a bucket of dog blood faced everyone with full confidence: “Black dog blood drives away ghosts and evil spirits. This newly dead little ghost is not much stronger, and it must have been unable to reincarnate.”
Wow——
The remaining half-bucket of black dog blood was picked up and poured down from top to bottom, soaking him through.
“I will make you unable to reincarnate now.” Rong Yu said it with a smile.
The Taoist, whose hair, face, and neck were all covered with black dog blood, said, “…”
He didn’t even dare to speak, because if he did, the disgusting blood would pour into his mouth.
The servants took a step back in fear.
They had seen Wen Yichu before. He was a fair-skinned, weak scholar with a soft voice and gentle manners, and his eyebrows and eyes were gentle.
But the one who walked out of the door was so red and dazzling, and one look made people surrender from the bottom of their hearts.
Is this a human or a ghost? Or a monster?
Seeing this, the second Taoist priest waved the willow branch in his hand: “Don’t be afraid; willow branches are also called ghost-fearing wood; ghosts are afraid of this.”
Rong Yu grabbed the willow branch with his bare hands, wrapped it around the Taoist priest’s neck, and hung the man on the beam of the straw shed with lightning speed. The man was hung on the beam and struggled constantly, trying hard to pull the willow branch that had turned into a rope around his neck, rolling his eyes, and sticking out his tongue.
Rong Yu clicked his tongue: “After you become a hanged ghost, you should really be afraid of this willow branch.”
He walked to the third Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest held a peach wood sword in his hand and pointed the tip of the sword at Rong Yu with trembling hands. The fate of the first two Taoist friends had made him unable to hold the sword steadily.
Rong Yu easily grasped the sword and pulled it out of the Taoist priest’s hand. He threw the sword back without looking back, just cutting off the willow branch that the Taoist priest was hanging on the beam. If he were a step slower, the Taoist priest would really become a hanged ghost.
“Do you still want to compete with me in swordsmanship?”
The Taoist priest ran away without saying a word.
Landlord Hu never thought that the three Taoist priests he invited were more useless than each other, and he shouted in panic, “Throw the torch; set fire to him!”
Yan Zhao, who had been invisible, stepped forward and was ready to take action at any time.
The servants hurriedly threw the torches into their hands, trying to set the hut on fire and burn the ghost to death.
Yan Zhao’s face darkened, and he was about to cast a spell when Rong Yu suddenly snapped his fingers, and all the flames went out!
The flames that had just soared into the sky disappeared in the blink of an eye.
It was dark in front of him.
Yan Zhao’s eyes flashed with surprise, and his Rong Rong seemed… not a mortal.
Rong Yu seemed to have seen the funniest joke in the world. If he had to use other methods, his mortal body might have a headache. What’s the idea of using fire to deal with him?
Even if the power is sealed, the soul in this body is always the most powerful flame. That’s why only he can withstand Yan Zhao’s body temperature, no matter if he is a god as hot as the sun or a ghost king as cold as an iceberg.
If he is a real mortal, he will never be able to adapt to the cold ghost energy in his life. He has a fiery soul, so he is the only exception.
Without the permission of the Red Lotus Karma Fire, no flame dares to burn in front of him.
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