Chapter 171: Senior, I am a cultivator
The Hall of the Three Pure Ones.
After Lin Ye expressed his intention to use Jianwei to test the accuracy of the Yutian Sword, the old Taoist also became serious.
"Ahem, a ghost baby is something condensed by ghost cultivators. Some Taoist masters at the Yuanshen realm, if they don't want to go to the underworld after their death, can turn to the path of ghost cultivation and transform their Yuanshen into a ghost baby."
"Master, what if it is not a transformation of the primordial spirit, but a ghost cultivation path from the beginning? Is there anything special about such a ghost baby?"
"A special place?" The old Taoist thought for a moment and replied, "Is the three cuts considered special?"
"Three cuts?"
The old Taoist explained, "In the Yang world, the Yang world is naturally dominated by Yang people. The Yuanshen is an existence recognized by the Heavenly Dao. It is easy to transform from a Yuanshen to a ghost infant. However, if you cultivate a ghost infant from the beginning, you will face the three cuts of the Heavenly Dao, which are also called the three disasters. Only after surviving these three cuts can the ghost infant be like the Yuanshen."
"For a ghost baby that has not undergone three cuts, before the first cut, the ghost baby and the original owner are not symbiotic. If the original owner dies, the ghost baby can still survive independently. If the ghost baby dies, the original owner will not survive."
Lin Ye thought about the old Taoist's words and said, "It's just like the difference between a child born by yourself and an adopted child. A child born by yourself is connected by blood and is naturally close to you, while an adopted child needs time to cultivate family ties."
"It's okay for you to understand it this way, my disciple." The old Taoist nodded, agreeing with Lin Ye's summary.
Lin Ye continued to ask: "If a ghost cultivator dies and leaves behind a ghost baby, wouldn't this ghost baby have the consciousness of the ghost cultivator?"
"No, only after experiencing the first slash will the consciousness of the two intersect. Before that, the ghost baby was just living in the ghost cultivator's body. When the ghost cultivator died, the ghost baby existed independently. However, the ghost baby that lost the ghost cultivator and did not pass the first slash has the same consciousness as a newborn baby."
Lin Ye's eyes flashed with enlightenment, which was almost the same as he had guessed.
"Then is it possible for such a ghost baby to become attached to others, or develop a new dependence and closeness to someone like a child?"
Thinking that the ghost baby seemed to want to get close to his soul, Lin Ye continued to ask. The old Taoist pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "Master, I don't know. Generally speaking, ghost babies will only get close to ghost cultivators or beings with the same aura. You suddenly asked about ghost babies and asked in such detail. Could it be that you have encountered such a ghost baby?"
"No, I just want to know in advance. You know, I am a cautious person and I take precautions before things go wrong."
The old Taoist stared at Lin Ye for a while and laughed. His expression seemed to say, "Little guy, I, your master, don't know what kind of person you are."
"A ghost baby is still a ghost baby. The best way is to send it back to the underworld. Humans and ghosts have different paths, and this human and the ghost baby are the same."
The old Taoist said something meaningful. Lin Ye had originally thought so, but from the ghost baby's previous cry, his soul learned the first sound of the Tao. And now he knew the benefits of the sound of the Tao, so his idea changed.
In the Hidden God Realm, one can at least comprehend one sound of the Great Dao, which means it is possible to comprehend more than one, and then the ghost baby will still be useful.
Got to keep it!
After resolving his doubts, Lin Ye left the Taoist temple and returned to his own house.
Now that the old Taoist has come out of retreat, he no longer has to worry about the affairs of Qingfeng Temple. He can focus on hunting down Judge Lu.
"Brother, I missed you so much since we last met. I came up with a great line today and would like to invite you to enjoy it together."
After writing the envelope, Lin Ye burned it. Of course, he said before burning it: "To Judge Lu of the City God Department of Canglan County."
Late at night, Lu Pan appeared.
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This went on for several times. Every three or five days, Lin Ye would invite Judge Lu to the study room to chat about literature late at night...
Half a month later, it was a windy and snowy night.
When Lu Pan came to Lin Ye's study as usual, Lin Ye was standing in front of the desk, holding a pen and thinking, but he was a little absent-minded. He didn't even notice that the ink from the tip of the pen fell on the rice paper.
"Brother, are you worried about something?"
Lu Pan's words startled Lin Ye, who replied nonchalantly, "No."
"My dear brother, you don't regard me as your elder brother. Why do you hide your worries from me?" Lu Pan waved his sleeves. "If that's the case, I will leave now."
"Brother Lu, don't be angry. It's my fault. I'll apologize to you." Lin Ye quickly spoke up to stop him, then smiled bitterly and said, "It's nothing serious. It's just that I may have to leave Shangyang City for a while. I feel a little reluctant to say goodbye to you, brother."
"Leaving Shangyang City? Where to? When will you come back?" Lu Pan asked curiously.
Lin Ye did not answer directly, but suddenly picked up the brush and said, "Brother Lu, before I left, I wanted to write a poem for you as a souvenir, but I just had no inspiration. But your question just now gave me some inspiration."
After saying this, Lin Ye picked up his pen, and a poem appeared on the paper.
Lu Pan walked forward, looked at the poem on the rice paper, and read softly: "You ask when I will return, but I have no idea. The winter pond is full of snow at Shangyang at night."
Just this first sentence made Lu Pan's expression startled. He paused for three seconds before continuing to read.
"When will we light the candle in the west window together and talk about the snowy night in Shangyang?"
"My dear brother..."
Lu Pan looked at Lin Ye with a moved expression. Lin Ye smiled bitterly and wrote a short preface.
"On a snowy winter night , I was moved by the thoughts of my virtuous brother, the underworld judge Lu of Canglan County, and wrote this poem."
"This... this poem is for me, my foolish brother?"
Lu Pan was a little excited. From the judge's point of view, a poem was nothing. However, he was a civil servant and loved poetry. He knew that this poem would be passed down through the ages, and he would also be passed down through the ages along with the poem.
This is the greatest pursuit of a writer throughout his life.
Even though he is now the judge of the underworld, he still cannot resist the temptation of being remembered for eternity.
Lin Ye looked at Lu Pan's excited expression and laughed in his heart. As expected, all writers cannot escape the fame.
There are some literati who do not love money or seek profit, but there is absolutely no one who does not love fame.
Judge Lu was also a scholar during his lifetime, so he certainly could not escape this point. Now Judge Lu has been jumping step by step into the pit he had dug.
"Brother, tell me clearly what is the reason for leaving the city this time?"
After the excitement, Lu Pan also felt that his brother seemed to be forced to leave. As the eldest brother, he naturally could not ignore it, not to mention that his brother also gave him a poem that would be passed down through the ages.
"Brother, please don't ask anymore." Lin Ye shook his head.
"If you think of me as your elder brother, tell me, otherwise I won't accept this poem."
Lu Pan's face was stern. Lin Ye smiled bitterly a few times and said helplessly, "Brother, you also know that I am also a cultivator. A few years ago, an old man died. His son was a soldier and died on the battlefield. His daughter-in-law died early after hearing the bad news. When the old man died, there was only a three-year-old grandson left at home. I felt sorry for the child and no one took care of him. In response to the old man's soul's request, I allowed the old man's soul to stay in the world to take care of his grandson until the old man's grandson was twelve years old. Then the old man's soul left."
"The old man's soul left two years ago. I thought the matter was over. But the day before yesterday, the underworld of Shangyang City came to my door and said that I had violated the rules of the underworld by allowing ghosts to stay in the world without permission. The underworld was going to detain my soul, so I had no choice but to leave Shangyang City and hide."
“Stupid!” After hearing this, Judge Lu scolded him first, and when he saw that Lin Ye looked a little embarrassed, he said in a gentle tone: “My dear brother, this is indeed wrong, but you don’t have to hide. Have you forgotten that I am the judge of Canglan County, and the entire Canglan County under my jurisdiction.”
“No!” Lin Ye said hurriedly, “I know that you are the judge of the underworld of Canglan County, and I cannot make things difficult for you. How can you be partial to me? If that happens, I would rather be punished by the underworld.”
Lu Pan was very touched. He thought his brother was of noble character and still cared about him even at this time.
"It's okay. This happened a few years ago. Shangyang City still doesn't have a City God. I have a good personal relationship with Yang, the judge of Shangyang City. I can just give him a heads up and the matter will be over. It can't be considered as partiality."
Judge Yang?
Lin Ye muttered to himself, it hasn't been long since Old Yang was dismissed from the position of City God, and now he has been promoted back to the position of Judge .
I went to see him before, but he didn't tell me anything. He didn't treat me as a friend. I even sent him a roast chicken.
"Will it really not cause any trouble to Big Brother?" Lin Ye asked again to confirm.
"Don't worry, it's just a small matter." Judge Lu smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Brother, don't worry, just stay in the study. I will go to Shangyang City's City God Temple and come back soon."
Lu Pan's figure disappeared from the spot, and Lin Ye breathed a sigh of relief. The plan was completed here. As for the City God of Shangyang City, he had already informed Lao Yang, and Lao Yang would cooperate.
The reason is simple.
Judge Lu was investigating all the ghost cases that the Canglan County underworld had handled over the years. Old Yang also had a lot of evidence, so he and Lin Ye hit it off immediately.
"Senior, the rest is up to you. It has nothing to do with me."
Lin Ye shouted from a distance, but Judge Cui did not appear, but his voice was heard.
"You are really good at doing evil things. I don't know where you learned these evil ideas from."
"Senior, I'm just doing this for you, there's no need to say this."
"Hmph, our deal ends here. I will arrange the follow-up with Lu Pan, but I want to ask you out of curiosity, don't you feel guilty for doing this?"
Lin Ye was stunned for a moment, and then said faintly: "Senior, I am a cultivator."
"Xiu Xian, what's wrong with Xiu Xian?"
"We cultivators only talk about the soul, not the heart."
Judge Cui: ...
