Volume 1 Chapter 90: Maoshan Sect Member
I was startled and looked back, but I didn't see the muscular man. He must still be hiding behind the bungalow. Did this guy outside really notice something, or was he just bragging to bluff me? This is fucking weird.
I figured it out and thought it was almost time, so I shouted, "I'll trust you for once! Don't try to do anything bad, or else don't blame me for being rude!"
As he said that, he opened the iron door. As soon as the door was opened, with the moonlight outside, the first thing I saw was the pretty face of Pang, with puffed cheeks and the bandage on his head still on. I just glanced at him and turned my eyes away. As soon as I looked, I realized that I was right. In addition to this pretty face, there were three other people standing outside.
The first two people were a man and a woman, who looked to be no more than 30 or 40 years old. I was a little surprised, because I just heard this pretty boy calling these two people "grandmaster uncles", so they should be the uncles of Chen Yuande. I thought they were old men and women, but they were so young.
I heard that people who practice Taoism maintain young looks, maybe it’s because these two people take good care of themselves.
The man had a square face, two mustaches on his lips, and a dignified look. He stood there with his hands behind his back. He must be the boy with the cold voice. The woman next to him wore a moon-white dress. Her face was round and square, her eyebrows were a little light, and her appearance was pretty. If you saw her on the street, she would be no different from an ordinary housewife.
I was a little surprised. Before I opened the door, I thought I would see a few Taoist priests, but I didn't expect that this man and woman were dressed in ordinary casual clothes, and there was nothing about them that looked like they were monks.
"Your little baby is finally out." The woman laughed first, looking quite kind.
I yawned and said, "What are you all doing? Can't you let me sleep?"
The pretty boy probably recognized me and immediately said, "You little brat, you are still pretending here, what have you done to my master?"
I was too lazy to answer him. I rubbed my eyes and said, "Who are you? When did your master die? How long has it been since he was brought here?"
The pretty boy flew into a rage and said, "You little brat, you saw me a few days ago, why are you acting so stupid now! My master is alive and well, when did he die? What nonsense are you talking about!"
I said impatiently, "You are so funny. Did you see these words on the door?" I pointed at the wooden sign on the wall and said, "You know what funeral home is? It's a place that specifically receives the dead. If your master is not dead, why are you here?"
"Fuck you, you sharp-tongued little brat, I'm going to tear your mouth apart!" The pretty boy was probably so angry that he was about to attack immediately.
The woman stopped him, glared at the pretty boy, and frowned, "Is this what Yuan De taught you? How can you touch a child?"
I was thinking that the time was almost up, and when I saw the stern-looking man looking behind me, I turned around and saw a muscular man walking towards me.
"Okay, my adult has been woken up by you. He won't be able to escape the beating. It's all your fault!" I shouted angrily.
The woman smiled and said, "I'll talk to your parents about this. They won't blame you."
I snorted and said I didn't believe it. You guys will just leave and I'll be the one to be beaten. As we were talking, the muscular man had already arrived at the door. He looked honest and simple, and he left a good impression as soon as he showed up. If it was Heimao or Skinny Bamboo, I'm afraid that as soon as they saw us, they would think that our funeral home was a ghost place full of weirdos.
The muscular man was probably used to this kind of reception work, so he was very familiar with it and led the few people inside. The four people entered one after another.
The last person to enter was the one who had not spoken just now. He had been standing with his back to the outside, looking around. When he turned around, I realized that he was actually very young. He looked to be in his twenties, and he was pretty, with delicate features. He was about the same age as the pretty boy surnamed Pang, but their temperaments were completely different.
For some reason, this person always gave me a mysterious feeling. Before entering the door, he looked at me, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and winked at me.
I rolled my eyes at him and said gruffly, "Come in or not, I'm about to close the door!"
The young man didn't say anything, turned around and followed the others in.
I locked the door and then followed them. I was a little scared along the way. These people must have received a warning and came to my house. If there is a conflict later, what should I do?
When I went to the funeral with my uncle, we always followed the principle that if something unexpected happened, the best strategy was to run away. If things went badly, should I flee or stay? That was the question.
Before I knew it, I had returned to the front hall and saw that everyone was inside. The "distant guests" were also arranged to sit down. Lion-head crouched in the corner of the door. Looking at him, he seemed to be ready to run away at any time if he saw something wrong. When he saw me come in, he winked at me and motioned me to come over.
I took a look at the hall, and on the surface everything seemed calm. The skinned fat pig and the cow's nose were gone, probably having been taken care of. Yan Zi stood in the shadow of the lamp with her head down, motionless, and I didn't know what she was thinking.
"What's going on now? Where's that thing?" I leaned over to Lion Head and asked in a low voice. The thing I was talking about was, of course, the ox nose. Although Lion Head was fat, he had a very good brain and naturally understood what I meant. He leaned over to my ear and said, "That thing is dirty and smelly, so of course it was thrown back."
Although we were whispering, there were Taoist priests from Mount Mao sitting in this room. Folk rumors said that the magic of Mount Mao was mysterious and unpredictable. Maybe these people could hear our whispers, so we had to be careful.
I said "Oh", nodded and said, "It's the middle of the night, I'm so sleepy." Then I yawned. Seeing this, Lion Head also yawned with his hands covering his mouth, and said, "Yeah, I was sleeping well just now, and I was dreaming about eating braised pig's trotters... Oh... What a pity!" He smacked his lips and really looked like it was real.
"Don't you think this is strange? These people say they are from the Maoshan Sect. Are they the Maoshan Taoist priests who are good at catching ghosts?" When I said this, I didn't deliberately lower my voice. I wasn't afraid that they would hear it.
Lion Head said, "Yes, the Maoshan Sect is the Maoshan sect that catches ghosts and exorcises demons. I heard that Maoshan Taoists also have monks and laymen. These few are probably laymen disciples."
I said, "Oh, so that's how it is? Do you think these people are really from the Maoshan Sect? They can't be fake. I thought they were human traffickers!"
Lion Head laughed and said, "It's probably true. Look at these people. Except for the young man surnamed Pang who has a crooked head and an abominable face, the other three are all immortals with a righteous spirit. They are definitely the role models of Maoshan disciples! They left the sect specifically to catch ghosts and demons and uphold justice. How could they be human traffickers?"
I said "Oh" again, and then suddenly realized something and said, "It seems that I just wronged them. I should apologize to them."
The lion head said: "The masters of Maoshan are very generous and will not bother with a child like you."
I said, "That's right, that's right. A master naturally has the demeanor of a master!" As I said that, I glanced at those people. Boss Ma was talking to them.
"They are talking nonsense. My master must have been hidden by them! Let's search this damn place and the truth will be revealed!" The pretty boy surnamed Pang suddenly shouted at the top of his voice, as if stimulated by something.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and the stern-faced man slapped the table: "Shut up! When is it your turn to speak here? Yuan De really taught a good disciple! Humph! Humph!" He hummed several times, as if he was furious.
