Left-handed immortality begins with the Demon Suppression Division

Chapter 41 Ze Zhiyuan

The air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood and the aroma of flowers.

A burly monk sat cross-legged in the antique-style side room.

'Buzz'

The futon he sat on instantly turned into flying fluff, the monk's face contorted in a ferocious expression, his topknot standing on end. His entire body transformed into a rapidly falling meteorite, plummeting straight down.

The elegant window frame was smashed to pieces, with fragments flying everywhere.

The monk swiftly crossed the high wall in a few steps and disappeared beyond the courtyard amidst the exclamations of the servants.

"You beast, how dare you!"

The monk's large, fan-like hands instantly pulled Chen Qinghe and Ruan Huaizhong behind him, his broad back resembling an insurmountable mountain.

Ignoring the pain, Chen Qinghe stared at the monk, completely lost in thought.

The monk stood there, one hand in a palm and the other in a fist, staring menacingly at the three puddles in front of him.

"Buddha has a compassionate heart, but also a fierce and wrathful one; the descriptions in the book are probably no more than this," Chen Qinghe thought to himself.

"It is said that no matter what the laws of the world are, they cannot escape the three thresholds of first getting a glimpse of the way, mastering the skill, and reaching the pinnacle."

The monk was surrounded by a thin blood mist, which should be the initial stage of the Refining Essence into Qi lineage described in the book.

If the blood mist solidifies and shoots straight into the sky, that signifies mastery; further descriptions involve the transformation of blood and qi into physical form...

I wonder when I will be able to embark on the path of spiritual practice...

The monk's body was covered in a faint golden light, which was a sign that he was mobilizing his internal energy!

Boom!

The surrounding walls were shattered into pieces by the monk's palm strike, but the three puddles remained completely unaffected.

"Sizzle"

A bucket of cold water was poured over her, followed by a middle-aged woman who peered out from the window. Her face was fierce and domineering, clearly showing that she had harbored resentment for a long time.

"Please go elsewhere if you are fighting, and do not disturb the peace here!"

The cold water relentlessly poured onto the three puddles. Suddenly, the three drowned ghosts, their bodies wrinkled and faces deathly pale, all turned to look out the window.

Three pairs of lifeless eyes glared fiercely at the village woman, one of the ghosts even revealing a chilling smile. The terrified village woman screamed, and even the wooden basin in her hands slipped from her grasp.

Clang

The basin shattered, and the monk suddenly rose up.

Before the drowned ghost could react, it was grabbed and squeezed in the monk's palms by both hands. The monk's hands, covered in golden light, tightened their grip.

Two plumes of water vapor exploded with a roar, and the foul-smelling river water spread out in all directions.

The monk's attack did not falter; he suddenly exerted force with both hands, combining them into one strike. He delivered a double-peak piercing to the ears of the remaining drowned ghost.

Vajra Palm

This is the method by which monks drive away drowning ghosts.

"Master, has that evil spirit been slain?"

Ruan Huaizhong asked timidly, and the monk turned around, the fierceness in his eyes instantly vanishing, replaced by compassion. The trembling Ruan Huaizhong and the dazed Chen Qinghe then snapped out of their daze.

"My skills are shallow; I could only temporarily repel them. I need to find the orthodox Taoist sect here, set up an altar, and perform a ritual to slay the evil and eliminate the wicked."

"Very good, very good. Uncle Chen is a corpse retriever, but he also knows a few Taoist techniques. Qinghe, why don't we find Uncle Chen first to deal with this evil spirit?"

Ruan Huaizhong was initially terrified, but then overjoyed; the speed at which his expression changed was astonishing. The speaker meant no harm, but the listener took it to heart.

The monk's expression shifted slightly, his eyes revealing a mixture of struggle and resolve.

Rumble

A swarm of servants, armed with sticks, rushed in.

"Master, where has that damned soldier fled to? Let me treat him to some noodles, lest he be blind to the truth and offend you."

If Master Liu had some doubts about the monk's abilities before, he was amazed to see the monk leap off the second floor unharmed and then quickly vault over the wall.

They then realized that the bald monk truly possessed some skill. So they sent their servants forward to express their goodwill.

"Although I am capable of protecting myself, I am powerless to exorcise ghosts and demons." The monk put his hands together in remorse and bowed.

The servants made way, and Master Liu rushed forward and grabbed the monk's sleeve, his face a mixture of joy and worry, quite a lively scene.

"Master, you are truly skilled. If even you are helpless against that drowned ghost, then where will my family go?"

As if speaking of something deeply painful, Master Liu burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. His descendants and female relatives following behind him also wore sorrowful expressions, as if there was no hope of survival whatsoever.

"Young man, do you not know your father's name?"

The monk offered his hand in a gesture of respect, his compassion evident in every gesture.

"My father is Chen Ming..."

"It's Chen Ming!"

Master Liu stopped crying and started to laugh, but then his sorrow was revealed again.

"Your father has long since retired from the martial arts world. As the saying goes, spiritual practice is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind... If I were to drag your father down, even if it only causes him the slightest harm, it would certainly not be my wish."

Although Chen Qinghe was naive and inexperienced, these words made him frown and feel nauseous, which made him very unhappy.

In fact, whether it's entertaining monks, bringing the whole family out, or shedding tears, it's all just a matter of repeatedly confirming the safety of one's own family.

After hesitating for a long time, Chen Qinghe finally told the truth.

"Not to mention Master Liu, even my father and I have never been able to escape the entanglement of this drowning ghost."

"My father said that within three days, an altar should be set up to ward off evil spirits, and the body should be retrieved from the sunken ship..."

"Although my Liu family is weak and powerless, we are willing to provide some assistance to your father. If there is anything that the Liu family can do to help, please just ask."

These words made Chen Qinghe even more uncomfortable. Everyone in Niujia Town knew that the Liu family was notoriously stingy.

Asking him for help is absolutely impossible; the Liu family has never been seen to contribute money or effort to events such as town sacrifices or retrieving corpses from the river.

Therefore, the townspeople did not inform the Liu family that they had already raised enough money to invite Chen Ming to come out of retirement again, hoping to restore peace and order to Niujia Town.

At this point, Chen Qinghe's thoughts began to shift, and a plan came to him.

"We still need ten strings of copper coins to buy livestock, hire people to build jars, and retrieve corpses from the water... If Master Liu thinks that's too much, eight strings will be enough."

The previously amiable Master Liu suddenly changed his expression, but he greeted the monk with a smile only when the monk turned his gaze towards him.

"That's no problem at all. Not only will I give you ten strings of cash, I'll even give you five more. But I can't trouble two people with the same favor, so how could I just offer money without putting in any effort?"

"These fifteen strings of cash will remain in my account for now. As for what your father needs, I will prepare them and send them over together. What do you say?"

Chen Qinghe had anticipated this outcome; he was merely using the opportunity to annoy Master Liu.

He pulled Ruan Huaizhong up and bowed to him.

"Master, it's getting late. I must return to my father to prepare. Perhaps we should take our leave now."

To everyone's surprise, the monk smiled and stopped the two.

"Amitabha, I also wish to go. However, I also want to contribute my share. My martial prowess is only under your father's command, and I only wish to fulfill my duty as the Demon Suppression Division."

"Demon Suppression Division!"

"Are you the Demon Exorcist Captain?"

Ruan Huaizhong shouted loudly, seemingly quite shocked.

The monk nodded slightly, then revealed the Demon-Suppressing Token to prove his identity.

Chen Qinghe was quite surprised, but agreed to the monk's request without hesitation. The three of them left shortly afterward.

Master Liu's face was gloomy, and he also sent two people to follow.