Chapter 11: It's hard to accept "Ghost... is it vicious?" Zhang Jiuyang was a little confused. "It seems your master never told you this." The expert patiently explained: "The Imperial Observatory divides cases into five levels according to the degree of danger of evil spirits. They are ghost, evil, evil spirit, disaster and abyss, which are called... the five turbidities and evil worlds." "Ordinary wandering spirits are not included in the Five Turbidities. Only evil spirits or demons that are fearless of the three fires of humans and have the ability to harm humans can be included in it." "Although the ghost-level evil spirits can harm people, they will not cause large-scale casualties, just like Yunniang before. But once she completely turns into a red-clothed person, she will no longer be a ghost-level, but a vicious-level one!" When the word "evil" was mentioned, the master's expression was not only solemn, but also a little frightened. "When it reaches a fierce level, a small person like me, Si Chen, will not be able to handle it. By then, the number of deaths will probably increase several times, or even dozens of times!" He stood up, no longer as calm as before, and murmured, "Strange, it's impossible, how could she become stronger so quickly?"

Zhang Jiuyang said in a deep voice: "When I first met her, a 聻 character scared her away. When we fought for the second time, she was still afraid of my willow magic weapon, but when we fought for the third time, she actually broke my magic weapon!" This speed of becoming stronger is incredible. If Zhang Jiuyang didn't have a cheat, he would have been covered with grass ten feet high after getting involved with such a ruthless guy. The expert couldn't answer his question either, so he could only say, "At this rate, she'll probably become a monster in a few days!" "Brother Gao, you might as well ask for help right away." Zhang Jiuyang made a suggestion. The master smiled bitterly and said, "Even if we ask for help, we will have to wait for several days. If she becomes a murderer... many people will die by then." A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he said, "I will send a letter for help, but we must not wait for them to become stronger. We must take action by noon tomorrow at the latest!" Zhang Jiuyang was in awe. He had to admit that Si Chen from the Imperial Observatory was indeed very dedicated. "Brother Gao, I have some information that may be useful to you." Zhang Jiuyang told him the clues about Lu Yaoxing and Bai Shiqiao, and suggested that he could start investigating from these two places. The expert listened very carefully. He was sincerely grateful and said, "The two things you said are very important. I will send someone to check them out and record them in the files. Even if I die, I believe my colleagues who come to support me will see them." Zhang Jiuyang was stunned, looking at his naive face, feeling inexplicably complicated. Suddenly, he seemed to understand why the master enjoyed eating white rice so much, and even didn't let go of the rice grains that fell out. Although their job seems glamorous and has many privileges, and even the county magistrate has to be respectful when he sees them, they are actually walking on the edge of death. Being able to eat white rice in the sunshine, breathe the fresh air freely, and tell yourself that you are still alive is a kind of happiness. The master patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Go back, don't go out these few days." Zhang Jiuyang hesitated to speak. The master seemed to see through his thoughts and said with a smile: "Do you think that I saved you in order to drag you to deal with Yunniang?"

Zhang Jiuyang didn't say anything. This was indeed his initial thought. The master said frankly: "To be honest, I did have this idea at first, but after knowing that Yunniang was about to become a vicious person, I gave up the idea." "Little brother, although you have cultivated magical powers, your cultivation is too shallow. You are far inferior to your master. Even a ghost-level evil spirit would be difficult for you to deal with, let alone Yunniang who is about to become a vicious person." "To be honest, the fact that you were able to wake up from the possession is already a sign of great luck. Your ancestors are so lucky." After a pause, he looked deeply at Zhang Jiuyang and sighed, "You have cultivated magical powers at such a young age. You have good aptitude. You should not die here." "Blind Lin...has accepted a good disciple!" …… Zhang Jiuyang left the county government office, looking a little dazed. In just a few days, there were fewer pedestrians on the street. The former bustle was gone and the street seemed very deserted. The government posted a notice saying that murderous bandits had been roaming around Yunhe County in recent days, and asked everyone not to go out easily. Zhang Jiuyang walked to Aunt Wang's stall. She used to sell pork here, but now that generous and righteous woman hasn't been there for a long time. Although the master immediately asked a doctor to treat her, she still did not survive. Zhang Jiuyang suddenly remembered the piece of pork scraps she gave him before she was possessed. It was still in the kitchen at home. It should have gone bad... He continued walking. To be honest, he hated Yunniang very much and wished he could kill her with his own hands, but reason told him that it was best not to get involved in this matter. On the night he was possessed, he had used all his cards and even risked his life, but in the end he almost died. Although Zhong Kui is very powerful and is a legendary ghost-catching god, in this world, his power seems to be extremely consumed, and he needs to absorb incense to slowly recover. Otherwise, when he transformed into Zhong Kui in his sea of ​​consciousness, he would not be unable to draw out the Ghost-Slaying Sword. He is still too weak now. Zhang Jiuyang has gradually figured out the secret of the visualization map. As long as he develops slowly, spreads the faith of Tianshi Zhong Kui, and finds some weak ghosts to eat, his cultivation should rise rapidly. If you survive for a few decades, you might become invincible when you come out. By then, all ghosts, evil spirits, and evil spirits can be destroyed in a snap of a finger. Wouldn’t that be great? But why... I am not happy? Unconsciously, Zhang Jiuyang once again came to the familiar steamed bun shop. In this world where he had no relatives, only the simple and kind father and daughter could bring him some warmth. Zhang Jiuyang was not surprised to see the door of the steamed bun shop closed. After all, the current situation was not suitable for doing business. He went up and knocked on the door. No one answered for a long time. Zhang Jiuyang suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. Ah Li and Uncle Jiang had been living in the steamed bun shop. Uncle Jiang was deaf-mute and rarely went out. Ah Li was always with him, so how could she not be at home? He knocked on the door of Uncle Jiang's neighbor's house. After a while, an old man opened the door. He was relieved to see that it was Zhang Jiuyang. "Uncle, where are the father and daughter who sell steamed buns?" The old man's face changed slightly, and he waved his hand and said, "Dead, all drowned. Don't ask, this is a mysterious thing."

Zhang Jiuyang only felt a loud bang in his head and stood there without saying anything. The old man sighed and said, "Don't you think it's strange that such a well-behaved and pretty girl chose to go to the river to play in the water so late at night. Her father also went into the water to save her, but neither of them came out." "I heard that the body hasn't been fished out yet..." Zhang Jiuyang came to the steamed bun shop silently and pushed hard. The old wooden door could not withstand his brute force and was pushed open with a click. He walked into the back hall and saw the fermented dough in the vat, as well as eggs, sugar and water... There were three words densely written on a piece of rough paper on the table. Jiang Youli. The crooked little characters are like weeds on the roadside that no one cares about. She had just learned to write her own name, but she had already left this world. Hidden in the jar on the table was a small purse embroidered with a steamed bun pattern. It was bulging. Zhang Jiuyang poured out hundreds of copper coins from it, mixed with a familiar amount of silver. "I want to study so that I can make a lot of money, and then find a good doctor to treat my father so that he can hear and speak again..." The child’s words are still ringing in my ears, but in just a few days, everything has changed. Zhang Jiuyang suddenly felt a little upset. He lowered his eyes and sat on the small chair that Ali often sat on. The pale yellow sunset shone on his face through the window paper. Outside the window, the red clouds were like fire and the setting sun was in the sky. You can vaguely see the rippling Xiaoyun River. Zhang Jiuyang knew that this was by no means an accident, but a deliberate revenge by the female ghost after failing to possess him. Because in the entire Yunhe County, Uncle Jiang and his daughter are the closest to me. He sat at the window, quietly looking at the river until the sky gradually darkened, the moon rose and set, and the stars shone brightly. In a trance, he heard the prayer again, not from Aunt Wang, but from someone else. "Bless the Holy Lord of the House, Tianshi Zhong Kui." "I, Zheng, sincerely burn incense and pray that my child will grow up safely..." "I, Wang San, kowtow to you and offer incense. My mother was drowned in Xiaoyun River. She told me in her dream that she was cold. Please help her..." "Commoner Zhou Lei..." Zhang Jiuyang realized that these were the Zhong Kui portraits he had given away when he set up a fortune-telling stall before. After all, there are still people who are willing to believe. Although there were not many, the combination of these sounds made Zhang Jiuyang sit up straight subconsciously. Wisps of green incense floated into the picture of Zhong Kui chewing ghosts in the sea of ​​consciousness, adding color to it. Although small, it was extremely pious. "After all... it's hard to accept."

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly smiled, as if he had put down some heavy burden, freed himself from the shackles, and his soul was sublimated in some way. He knew what he really wanted to do. …… ps: Stop cursing, stop cursing, no one is hurt, there will be a reversal later~ (End of this chapter)