Chapter 10: The Ancestral Taoist Priest

Without a word, Uncle Yong found the key and tossed it to me. He told me to come find him at midnight—he wanted to witness the exorcism in person.

Excited, I returned to the house. To my surprise, my cousin was actually packing up. Seeing me, he said, “Where have you been? Hurry up and pack. Damn it, last night when I got up to pee, that female ghost was wailing outside the whole night. You were sleeping like a log; I couldn’t even wake you up!”

“Don’t leave yet. Wait here. We’re going ghost hunting! I made a deal with Uncle Yong—help him catch the ghost, and he’ll pay two thousand yuan,” I said.

“What? You can do that? I don’t believe it!” he replied.

“Don’t doubt it. My grandfather taught me many spells. Catching a hanging ghost is nothing,” I smiled.

“Grand Uncle? Come on! Stop joking. Even if you’re bragging, you should check your facts. My Grand Uncle can catch ghosts? How come I never heard about that? You were only five when he died!” my cousin laughed.

“I’m joking. The spells are from this book I read every day—full of Taoist secrets for catching ghosts and subduing demons. Trust me, you’ll be fine. Plus, you can earn some money and get Uncle Yong to think highly of you. Isn’t it worth the gamble?” I said.

My cousin Chen Jianjun finally gave in. After repeatedly confirming that I really knew Taoist magic, and after my repeated assurances, he decided to take the risk.

At midnight.

I opened the cabinet and took out a wooden sword.

This wooden sword was carved by myself from a peachwood branch I found in a peach orchard outside the village.

Carrying the sword on my back, I went to fetch Uncle Yong. Unexpectedly, the girl was also in Uncle Yong’s room. Who knew what a lone man and woman were doing, or if they were just waiting for me deliberately.

The girl saw the peachwood sword on my back and said, “Can that sword kill ghosts?”

“Wood doesn’t have yin-yang, but peachwood is yang, locust wood is yin. Yang overcomes yin. The peachwood sword has long been a Taoist talisman for warding off evil. Ideally, thunder-struck wood is the best, but that’s rare. Don’t worry, for a freshly dead hanging ghost, the peachwood sword is enough. Let’s go,” I explained.

Seeing the goddess from my dreams, my cousin Chen Jianjun, who had been a bit nervous, suddenly seemed energized. “Don’t worry. The Taoist magic is ancestral. If my cousin can’t handle it, I will!” he said.

The girl asked, “You can do it too?”

My cousin sneered, “Heh.”

I immediately realized my cousin had a knack for putting on an act.

But I didn’t expose him. Instead, I played along, praising him, “She’s not worthy of my cousin’s help yet!”

Then, the three of us headed toward the room where the hanging woman had died.

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Usually at this hour, there would still be people awake, and some on the street, but over the past few days, most had moved away. The surroundings were deathly quiet.

I used the key to open the door.

Inside was absolute silence.

I switched on the light.

The instant the bulb lit, it flickered wildly. Sparks flew from the socket, and the incandescent bulb exploded!

Darkness engulfed the room again.

The girl’s face turned pale with fright; my cousin trembled nervously.

I handed my cousin a flashlight and he whispered, “Can you really do this?!”

I ignored him.

Casually, I raised the peachwood sword and performed the Seven Stars Heavenly Gang Step, circling the room. Then, pointing to a corner, I chanted, “Heaven above, earth below, nine decrees in order. Today I wield the sword—ten thousand ghosts submit and hide! Urgent as the law!”

I swung the sword once and exhaled sharply. “I’ve wounded her. She’s hiding in that shoebox. Shine your light there.”

I approached and gently lifted the shoebox lid.

Beneath it was a pool of blood.

I sighed, “She escaped. I didn’t expect her hatred to be so strong that she survived my sword strike. Fine, I’ll spare her for now.”

I walked over and took down the hanging rope from the fan.

Holding it in my hands, I said, “Follow me. Remember, don’t look back on the way. If you do, the vengeful spirit on this rope will possess you, and dealing with that will be a nightmare! Got it?”

All three nodded.

I stuck the peachwood sword on my back.

Carrying the hanging rope, I led the way.

The three followed behind me.

Some people were still out on the road. Those we passed gave us sideways glances, and a few even came over to greet Uncle Yong, but he ignored them all.

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People were curious about what we were doing. A few followed us to watch the spectacle. Uncle Yong growled, “The female ghost is on that hanging rope. If you’re not afraid of death, keep following!”

That one sentence scared the onlookers away.

About ten minutes later, we reached the river outside Golden Orange Village. The villagers called it the Ancient Bridge River—a small river, like a moat protecting the town. I chanted a spell, then casually tossed the hanging rope into the water.

Suddenly, I felt a sweetness in my throat.

I quickly covered my mouth. When I lowered my hand, blood was trickling from the corner of my lips.

Uncle Yong asked with concern, “Acheng, are you alright?”

I shook my head. “This ghost’s hatred is far greater than I imagined. Its resentment backlashed and injured my true energy. It’s nothing serious; a few days’ rest will heal me.”

After returning, although we hadn’t caught the ghost yet, Uncle Yong generously handed me two thousand yuan in cash and gifted me a beautifully packaged box of tea. His gaze had changed; I clearly felt his newfound respect.

Exhausted from the energy drained by the first exorcism using the book’s spells, I said goodbye and went home to rest.

The girl came back with us. She was curious about us brothers and asked our names. After learning them, she introduced herself as Zhang Xiaowen.

Since we all shared the surname Zhang, she was technically part of my extended family.

This excited my cousin so much that he practically wanted to lift me up in celebration.

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