Chapter 200 The Secret of the Yizhuang
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The flickering lights in the hall made the old Taoist's face flicker.
The old Taoist looked at Lin Ye in surprise: "Why do you say that, disciple?"
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Lin Ye rolled his eyes. He hadn't thought of it at first, but when it was decided to invite Tingxuelou to his home to perform, he carefully thought about the whole process at home and suddenly realized that he might have been fooled by the old Taoist.
The old Taoist is very cautious and careful, and generally will not take work from wealthy families. That is, he only prays for blessings and drives away evil spirits for ordinary people. He doesn't earn much, but it is a stable life.
But this time it was Captain Yang who found the Taoist priest, and he just wanted the Taoist priest to confirm whether there were ghosts harming people. Even if the Taoist priest didn't want to intervene, he just gave an answer and didn't intervene.
But the Taoist priest didn't do that, and he even told Captain Yang that it wasn't the work of ghosts, which didn't fit in with the Taoist priest's character.
It is possible for an old Taoist to be afraid of death and not want to intervene, but it is not something he can do to lie intentionally for the sake of avoiding trouble.
Considering that this matter was related to Tingxue Tower, and that he often went to Tingxue Tower to watch plays, everyone in Shangyang City knew about it, so it was impossible for the old Taoist not to know about it.
Moreover, he had a good relationship with Captain Yang, and these old Taoists knew it.
Also, Daogu is young and can't hide things. If I see Daogu's puzzled expression, I will definitely go up to him and ask...
Combining all these details together, Lin Ye knew that he had fallen into the old man's trap again.
The old Taoist anticipated that he would interfere in this matter, so he cleared himself of the matter.
"Master, it doesn't matter what happened. I suddenly felt that as a disciple of Qingfeng Temple, I should live in Qingfeng Temple. I plan to find a house in the temple and live there every day from now on."
Hearing Lin Ye's words, the old Taoist's mouth twitched. This was a naked threat.
But he couldn't refuse. Although he was the abbot of Qingfeng Temple, the money for the reconstruction of Qingfeng Temple was paid by his "beloved disciple".
"Ahem, I know something about the South City Charity Manor. Since you are asking about it, I will tell you some secrets about it."
The old Taoist put down the incense oil bottle and said, "The South City Charity Cemetery is used to store..."
"Master, please tell me some useful information that I don't know."
Lin Ye interrupted the old Taoist, he wanted to hear the main point, after all, the word count was charged now, and the word count could not be wasted.
"Chengnan Yizhuang is a special place. We cultivators generally don't set foot there."
"Why?"
"Because Yizhuang is under the control of the Ghost King. It is the Ghost King's territory."
Lin Ye was a little confused after listening to this. Yizhuang was the territory of the Ghost King, so what was the City God and the Underworld?
It is illegal for a living person to kill someone, and the underworld has no jurisdiction over it. But the dead are under the jurisdiction of the underworld. Logically speaking, the charity cemetery where the bodies are kept should be under the jurisdiction of the underworld.
The old Taoist saw Lin Ye frowning and seemed to know what Lin Ye was thinking. He said, "Master, let me ask you, what is the purpose of the charity cemetery?"
"To park the body."
"What are the requirements for where to park the body?"
"Well, from the perspective of humanities, it has to be a relatively cool place, otherwise the body will easily rot and stink. From the perspective of metaphysics, it has to be a place with abundant yin energy, otherwise it will be easy for the corpse to come back to life."
"What humanities..." The old Taoist frowned and said, "The location of the charity cemetery must be carefully selected. It cannot be set up anywhere. There must be a constant flow of Yin energy gathering. But do you think such a good Yin place will be ownerless?"
Lin Ye's eyes lit up, "Master, do you mean that these kinds of yin places all have owners?"
"That's right. Usually, these kinds of shady places are already occupied by ghosts. Why would they let you put the body there?"
"Can't the City God of the Underworld capture ghosts?"
Lin Ye thought that if ghosts stayed in the human world, they would be caught if they were discovered by the City God of the Underworld. In this case, they should hide. If the City God of the Underworld wanted this land to build a charity cemetery, the smart ones would just run away and give up the land.
"Catch? Don't you know the strength of Shangyang City's underworld?"
The old Taoist curled his lips, and Lin Ye looked a little embarrassed. Of course he knew that the City God was killed by him.
He began to understand what the Taoist meant.
It’s not that the City God of the Underworld is unwilling to choose a good place, but that all the suitable places for the underworld are occupied by powerful ghosts, and the City God of the Underworld can’t do anything about it.
This is the same principle as house demolition. When facing ordinary people, real estate companies can use both soft and hard tactics and various means to make them agree to relocate. If that doesn't work, they can accuse them of hindering urban construction and development and forcibly demolish the houses .
But if this family is powerful enough, then their private property is sacred and inviolable, and the real estate company will be helpless and can only choose to bypass this family's house.
"Ghosts staying in the world of the living are not a big deal for the underworld. If the underworld really wants to hold on to this, the number of ghost officials in the underworld will not be enough to handle it. Moreover, many of the ghost officials are ghosts who are stranded in the world of the living. You must remember this, my disciple."
The old Taoist said something meaningful. Lin Ye didn’t quite understand it, but he still kept the old Taoist’s words in mind.
"The charity cemetery south of Shangyang City has existed for a hundred years. As early as when it was built, the owner of the cemetery had a strength close to that of a ghost king. Even now, the ghosts nearby call them the Twin Ghost Kings."
"Twin Ghost Kings?"
"It is rumored that this title is because this ghost king was a twin. I am not sure about the details, but since this nickname was given, I think the rumor is correct."
The old Taoist looked at Lin Ye and continued, "But the real reason why the underworld cannot control the charity cemetery is because if the underworld is standing behind the charity cemetery, the charity cemetery will not be able to continue."
"Why?"
"The living don't deal with the government, and the dead don't deal with the underworld. No one is perfect, and even the kindest people will have one or two things they won't tell others about. Most of the bodies in this charity cemetery are from foreign lands. According to the rules of the underworld, their souls should have gone to the underworld long ago, but because the bodies were not returned to their hometowns for burial, the ghosts of these dead people are still lingering in the world of the living. If this charity cemetery was opened by the underworld, then whether to capture these ghosts is entirely up to the underworld's preference."
"Disciple understands."
Lin Ye understood what the old Taoist meant. This person died in a foreign land, and it was reasonable for his soul to wait until the body was returned his hometown for burial before going to the underworld. However, it was not against the rules of the underworld. Whether the ghost would be caught or not depended on the mood of the ghost officials in the underworld.
If I’m in a good mood, I’ll let you go. If I’m in a bad mood, I’ll catch you and send you to the underworld.
Under such circumstances, those responsible for transporting the corpses would naturally not place the corpses in the charity cemetery set up in the underworld.
"As for the corpse transport business, they are very familiar with the situations of the charity cemeteries in various places. The most important thing is that they are very familiar with the ghosts behind the charity cemeteries in various places. Both parties get what they need, and everything goes smoothly."
Lin Ye had also heard of corpse transporters, who were equivalent to corpse drivers in the real world.
"Master, may I ask what use a ghost has for a man's heart and liver?"
Lin Ye told the Taoist priest what the red shadow said. The Taoist priest raised his eyebrow and said, "You want a man's heart? Why would the Twin Ghost Kings give such an order?"
Neither the old Taoist nor Lin Ye thought that it was Xue'er's senior sister who wanted a man's heart. It must be the order given by the twin ghost kings behind her.
"Generally speaking, those who want human hearts and livers are mostly evil cultivators or monsters. Ghosts rarely need them."
The old Taoist was also a little puzzled. The cultivation of ghosts and monsters was completely different. Ghosts wanted yin energy, and sometimes they killed people just to gain resentment. The bodies of living people were of no use to them.
"Master, I'm planning to go to Chengnan Yizhuang now. Is there anything you want to tell me?"
"Master suggests that you call the City God to the underworld."
The old Taoist knows that his disciple is very popular in Shangyang City. Not to mention Miaoying Temple, he also has a good relationship with the underworld.
"Okay, I understand. Then I won't bother you anymore, Master."
Lin Ye stayed for a while, left Qingfeng Temple, and walked directly towards the City God Temple.
"Old Yang...Old Yang..."
At the gate of City God Temple, Yang Jian walked out of the City God Temple with an impatient look on his face, but the moment he saw Lin Ye, a smile appeared on his face again.
"How come Master Lin has time to come to my City God Temple at this late hour?"
"I haven't seen you for a long time. I missed you, Lao Yang, so I came to see you."
Hearing Lin Ye’s shameless words, Yang Jian’s mouth twitched. You missed me and came to see me?
Is there anyone who comes to visit empty-handed?
But he didn't expose it, as he had already experienced Lin Ye's shamelessness.
"So that's how it is. Then please come in, Mr. Lin."
Yang Jian made a "please" gesture, and Lin Ye waved his hand: "Next time, this time I came to see you, Old Yang, and by the way, I want to invite you to go somewhere with me."
"Where?"
"Chengnan Yizhuang."
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The air froze for a few seconds, and Yang Jianyi clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Lin, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
"Old Yang, if you leave like this, then I will have to file a petition again. There are ghosts harming people, but the underworld doesn't care."
Lin Ye's voice came from behind. Yang Jian's body stiffened and he stopped where he was. He turned around after a few seconds.
These few seconds...
Seeing Yang Jian's forced smile, Lin Ye knew that Old Yang might have already greeted all his ancestors in a friendly manner.
"If there are ghosts harming people in Shangyang City, I will naturally sit back and watch. Master Lin, please wait for a moment. I will gather the troops and go to the charity cemetery with you."
A quarter of an hour later, Yang Jian led eight ghost messengers out of the City God Temple. Lin Ye clasped his fists and praised them, "The underworld officials of Shangyang City are dedicated to their work. I admire them. If I have the chance, I will write a letter to commend you all!"
Old Yang didn't know how to be dedicated to his job, but he probably understood what Lin Ye meant. His face rarely turned red, and he said modestly, "It's my job, how dare I take credit for it."
