Chapter 86: Searching for a Site (1 / 2)

As soon as I heard the words about the White Tiger carrying a corpse, I couldn't help but click my tongue. That's a deadly feng shui setup—one that brings disaster. To explain it simply: if a tomb is located to the north, facing south, and if there's a mountain hill on the right side, this forms a White Tiger carrying a corpse formation. The higher the hill, the more deadly the situation becomes. It invites official mishaps, car accidents, and severe illnesses, often leading to the ruin of the family.

In such a setup, the mountain hill's Yang Tiger Head faces the place of disaster. Anyone buried in this spot might have great wealth, but the family will face constant misfortune and premature deaths, their bodies discarded like trash on the streets.

I was thankful to the old Daoist for sharing this knowledge, and said, "Thank you, Daoist. I'll go and have a look tomorrow morning to make my decision."

The old Daoist sighed, "I can't leave this place. But if you need my help, I can guide you using Tiancong. Within three days, I'll help you find a good location."

I understood his feelings, but ultimately, this was fate. Besides, the Night Wanderer God hadn't given me a deadline. If I could set up the ancestral hall here, that would be great, but if not, I would simply have to move on. After the old Daoist finished speaking, he glanced at Jiang Shiyu, frowned, and said, "This girl has too much of a connection with the Buddha. She's not suited for staying here. Since it's for your sake, I'll let her stay tonight, but tomorrow morning, she must leave."

Jiang Shiyu opened her mouth to argue, but I nudged her gently. I understood what the old Daoist meant, so I asked him for the location of his dwelling and arranged for Jiang Shiyu to stay in one of the rooms. As she went to rest, she angrily muttered about setting up camp outside. I, of course, couldn't agree to that; the area was desolate, with a strong night wind—it wasn't safe. After some persuasion, I finally convinced her to stay.

Afterward, I sat in the room with the old Daoist, and quietly asked, "Has he come?"

Naturally, I was referring to the Ancestor, but I didn't want to be too direct. To my surprise, the old Daoist replied in a low voice, "I feel his presence. I knelt in the main hall for an entire night the other day, nearly scared to death. He's so busy; why would he come here?"

I understood what he meant. Even though Earth Immortals like him were somewhat like spirits, they also feared sudden annihilation. Most people worship deities or keep statues to seek protection for wealth, peace, and promotion. However, these deities can't look after everyone, so the statues become symbolic. If a deity or Buddha were to appear in person, they would usually linger around such sacred places.

I thought the Ancestor's visit must be connected to the Nine Dragon Gate, which had been mentioned by the Night Wanderer God. My mind began to race with questions about what the Nine Dragon Gate truly was, and why it could bring someone like him down to the mortal realm. But for now, the most pressing matter was still dealing with the Night Wanderer God.

The Daoist temple, including the main hall, had nine rooms. After the old Daoist left, I lay down on the wooden bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, we were once again treated to a breakfast. The old Daoist told me that all the food was donated by the villagers. Over the time I had been passing through, he had helped some people with divination and guidance, gaining a small reputation. While eating, I noticed that Jiang Shiyu seemed anxious, so I asked her what was wrong.

She furrowed her brows and said, "This morning, Zhou Han called me. He said that something happened to Cui Hai last night. After they rushed him to the hospital, they found that his father and grandfather were also brought in at the same time. By the end of the day, the entire family had passed away. You know, we've been classmates for years, and Cui Hai's father has been divorced for a long time. Now, no one's around to claim the bodies. Everyone pitched in to help, but Zhou Han called me because your phone was off. He said he wanted to talk to you."

My heart sank. This didn't make sense. Cui Hai had been protected by a clever plan from Yi Cheng. There was no way the yellow weasel would dare approach him. Besides, his family had already adopted vegetarianism and worshipped the Buddha. With the protection of the Buddha, even if that big, dark figure had a hundred guts, it wouldn't dare harm him.

Zhou Han's call must have been out of fear, and something seemed off. I turned my phone on and called him back.

As soon as Zhou Han picked up, he asked urgently, "Dabao, do you think we're going to be punished?"

"Take it easy and tell me what happened." I asked, trying to stay calm.

After Zhou Han explained, I started to feel something was wrong. He said that after we left, the group continued drinking. At first, Cui Hai had ordered a few vegetarian dishes, sticking to his new diet. But he got too carried away, especially when surrounded by the class beauties. Eventually, he drank too much, and when he ate half a lobster, he suddenly started vomiting. Everyone thought he had just drunk too much, so they didn't pay much attention. Cui Hai then laid down on the table and passed out.

The gathering went on until late at night. Cui Hai was in and out of sleep, groggy and disoriented. When it was time to leave, those with families or partners left, but a group of the remaining men decided to head to a sauna. Zhou Han and five other classmates went to the club, and after a bath, they entered a private room. A few of the bolder classmates coaxed each other into paying for a few women to entertain them.

It was then that things took a turn for the worse.

Zhou Han explained, "Cui Hai was still in a daze, almost like he lost his soul. The men and the women went to their respective rooms, and though it took some time, when they came out, they started talking about Cui Hai. Some said he wasn't 'functioning,' others said it had taken too long. An hour later, they decided to check on him. When they opened the door, they were all stunned."

I felt a growing dread as Zhou Han continued. He said, "The woman they brought in was completely naked, riding on Cui Hai's body, and chewing on him. The bedsheets were covered in torn pieces of flesh. Cui Hai's entire face was unrecognizable, with white bones exposed, and chunks of flesh were sticking to them. It was horrific."