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Living Funeral
The sound was like a dragon's roar. I immediately looked around, wondering if there really was a dragon here.
My expression changed, and Gao Ling asked, "Fei, what's wrong?"
I replied, "What's wrong?" Gao Ling said, "Fei, your face looks terrible, pale like a woman who has just applied makeup. You weren't scared by that old man's words, were you?" I glanced at the others; they all seemed fine. I was in a daze, my gaze quickly falling on the statue of the Dragon King. After a moment, I spoke up, "Did none of you hear a roar?"
Nian Chen and Zhang Xun both shook their heads.
Gao Ling suggested that I was hallucinating from fear. I was speechless; could fear really cause hallucinations?
Nian Chen said, "I think we should leave here. There's nothing for us to figure out right now. Let's go back up." I took one last look at the Dragon King and asked, "Are you sure you didn't hear anything?"
Nian Chen replied, "Really didn’t."
I looked suspiciously at the statue of the Dragon King. Could it be that I truly had imagined it?
I swallowed hard, feeling something was off. But since no one else had heard it, I must have misheard. We began to walk outside, though I still felt uneasy about how to appease the Dragon King's emotions; that thought seemed absurd.
I couldn't find a way forward and started to think about whether a ritual would work.
That fortune teller was truly terrifying; he had predicted all of this. My mind was heavy with thoughts, while Gao Ling seemed unfazed, smiling as if nothing were wrong.
Zhang Xun turned to me and asked, "Do you believe what the old man said?"
I replied, "I do." Zhang Xun looked at me for several seconds before simply responding with an "mm," not saying anything further. We climbed up using the rope, but just as we got settled for a few moments, we saw flames coming from the path up the mountain—someone was coming up.
I turned my gaze in that direction and soon saw villagers approaching. Among them was someone dressed in strange clothing that didn’t look like traditional robes. He walked toward us surrounded by the villagers.
We stood there in a daze until Bai arrived. After calling out to us, he asked why we were still here.
The person in strange attire passed by me without even glancing our way and went straight to the edge of the pit. Bai walked over and explained that this master had been invited by the villagers to see if there was anything wrong.
It was around ten o'clock; hadn’t those villagers just been here burning incense and joss paper? Why were they bringing in a master now? I felt puzzled as Bai informed us that this master had come on his own accord and mentioned something about the Zi Wei Star; I made sure to remember that.
A look of confusion crossed Bai's face.
The master who had come to us on his own accord, I said, let’s take a look. Gao Ling remarked, "He might just be a con artist; there are plenty of those around these days."
I walked over, and at that moment, the villagers had brought this master along, their confidence seemingly restored in an instant. A middle-aged man spoke up, "Master, it’s this demon temple that has caused the deaths of a dozen or so people in our village."
The master glanced around and said, "Your village has accumulated malevolent energy for a hundred years. Now that a demon star has descended, if not everyone in your village has died yet, you should count yourselves lucky."
I was taken aback; it was that serious. The one who spoke was the village chief, and at this moment, he too believed the master’s words. He pleaded, "Please save us, Master. Most of those who destroyed the temple are the main laborers of our village. With so many dead, the number of women in our village has suddenly increased, and they are all crying."
Those who survived this ordeal were indeed fortunate.
At this point, the master said, "Stop crying; you wouldn’t want to scare away the good fortune we’ve finally brought." After he spoke, all the villagers ceased their weeping. The master then scattered some Ghost Money into the air, which ignited spontaneously and quickly turned to ashes.
I was astonished; Zhang Xun and Nian Chen were equally shocked. Only Gao Ling said, "This must be some trickery from the streets."
But I felt otherwise; that Ghost Money seemed genuine. The master’s actions left the villagers dumbfounded. The village chief said, "Master, we’re counting on you this time."
The master closed his eyes in concentration without uttering a word; he looked quite serious.
"Wow, how impressive!" White City exclaimed. "But I don’t think he can help us." The ashes from the burnt Ghost Money fell into a pit. After completing this task, the master instructed the villagers to step back, and they complied immediately.
Holding a gong in his hand, he began to strike it rhythmically. The sound echoed continuously.
"What is this old man up to now?" Gao Ling wondered aloud. However, as the gong continued to resonate, an unexpected change occurred: a muffled thunder rumbled through the previously clear sky. It’s important to note that thunder follows lightning.
Yet there was no lightning at that moment; the air was extremely dry and didn’t seem like it would rain. I looked up again and then at the master.
Something felt eerie; the master began chanting incantations aloud. I was too far away to catch any specific words. Soon after, another rumble of thunder erupted. Some villagers started asking if it was going to rain. "It seems so! It’s thundering!"
Someone called out to the master and suggested returning tomorrow instead. But the master ignored them, fully focused on his incantation while striking the gong. Finally, as silence enveloped the area once more, a tremendous roar suddenly echoed.
I was startled by that roar and exclaimed, "Did you all hear that?"
Gao Ling replied that he heard it too; it sounded like some kind of roar. Could it really be a dragon? I thought there was a strong possibility it could be a dragon but kept my thoughts to myself.
Zhang Xun also wondered aloud if it could truly be a dragon. Just then, while performing the ritual, the master suddenly exhaled deeply and began coughing violently. A young man called out anxiously, "Master, are you alright?"
But at that moment, another rumble of thunder sounded out of nowhere before heavy rain began pouring down unexpectedly.
White Path was pouring rain.
I murmured in response, and after the Master spat out blood, he struggled to stand. His disciple quickly stepped forward to support him. The village chief said to the Master, "Perhaps it would be better to come back tomorrow, Master."
Some villagers had already started heading down the mountain due to the heavy rain, their torches nearly extinguished by the downpour. I urged White Path, "You should hurry back; don’t look back or you’ll catch a cold." Upon hearing my words, Bai took off running down the mountain.
Nian Chen asked, "Was that the Dragon King's roar just now?"
I replied, "With this rain, it’s very likely that was the Dragon King’s roar." Standing in the downpour, I thought to myself that it seemed the Dragon King was indeed angry! Almost all the villagers had left, yet some were still asking the Master to perform the Ritual again tomorrow. However, the Master ignored them and told the village chief, "You should head back first."
With no other choice, the village chief began to walk down the mountain. As he passed us, he said, "What are you all still doing here? Hurry up and run!"
Perhaps it was too dark for him to see us clearly, mistaking us for villagers. After saying that, he hurried away. Most of the people here had fled, but what struck me as strange was that despite the heavy rain, the moon was still shining brightly above.
At that moment, the Master shouted, "Dragon King, don’t think that just because you’re hiding here I can’t do anything about you! I’ve been searching for you for decades; let’s settle old scores and new ones together. Heng Shao, get ready."
The person called Heng Shao called out to his Master and said, "Don’t be impulsive. Tonight, with the purple aura rising from the east, Master, it’s not a good time to act."
The Master retorted angrily, "Shut up! Should I listen to you or to myself?"
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