Volume 2 Chapter 23 Sixth Generation Great Ancestor
While the Taoist was staring at me, I could see . This was a small room, probably only about ten square meters, with only a bed and a futon on the floor. There was a ghost lying on the bed, and judging by her long black hair, it was a female ghost. I muttered to myself, it turned out to be an old pervert. The small shabby house looked dirty, and the Taoist himself was also very sloppy, and he even had sex with a woman. What a hypocritical scum.
"Are you the heir of ghost stories? Which generation?" The old Taoist stared at me for a long time, and finally spoke, his voice like a broken gong.
There is almost no ghost in the underworld who doesn't know about the profession of ghost affairs, so I am not surprised when he asks this question. I answered casually: "The tenth generation."
The old Taoist nodded, counted on his fingers, and then asked, "Your name is Xi Feng?"
I nodded. Xi Feng's name was known throughout the underworld and was very powerful. It was not an exaggeration. There were not many ghosts who didn't know this name.
The old Taoist was counting on his fingers again. I thought to myself, are you annoying? You are pretending to be so pretentious. Do you really think you are a god who can predict the future? But looking at what happened just now, he saved me and Shen Bing. After all, he is a lifesaver. No matter how much I hate him, I can't show it.
"That's not right!" the old Taoist said suddenly and loudly, which scared me. What's wrong with him? He was so jumpy that even the sleeping Shen Bing was awakened. She opened her eyes and looked at the old Taoist in confusion .
"Your father Xi Qing passed away four years ago, but you are still alive. How did you die?" The old Taoist looked surprised.
This sentence is interesting. He actually calculated something. He was not pretending when he was counting his fingers just now. I looked up at the old Taoist and said, "It is calculated that the three souls and seven spirits left the body and entered the underworld by mistake. As a result, they were plotted against and registered with the management office."
The old Taoist saw the Dharma bottle on my waist and saw that the crack was very obvious. He was shocked and said, "The Dharma bottle is damaged. You entered the underworld through the 'Gate of Life'."
"Sheng Men", could he be referring to the Sheng Men among the eight gates of Xiu Sheng Shang Jing Si Jing Kai? I didn't understand for a moment and shook my head to indicate that I didn't understand.
Shen Bing touched his forehead and said, "Where are we? Who is he?" and asked me.
I ignored her. The old Taoist saw that we were sitting on the ground, so he also sat on the ground and said to me, "There are eight gates in the underworld, which are arranged according to the Qimen Dunjia, namely Xiu, Sheng, Shang, Jing, Si, Jing, and Kai. Naihe Bridge is the Xiu Gate, and Fangshengkou is the Kai Gate. The Sheng Gate is the gate that one enters when one's souls leave the body but are not dead. My great-grandfather once left a Sheng Gate in the shop specifically for emergency use, so that it can be used as a shortcut to enter the underworld without performing a soul-raising ritual."
After hearing what he said, I couldn't help but become suspicious. The shop he was talking about must be my family's ghost shop, and the mysterious black hole under the plaster might be the emergency shortcut to the underworld he mentioned. Why did he call my great-grandfather "great-grandfather"? Could he really be an ancestor of my family?
Seeing my puzzled expression, he smiled. You know what, he looked a bit like my father when he smiled. He said, "You probably don't know who I am yet. I am your great grandfather six generations ago. My name is Xi Guan, and my Buddhist name is Zhen Yang Zi..."
Shit, he is really my ancestor, this is not right, I interrupted him and asked: "Wait, my Xi family tree does have the name of ancestor Xi Guan, but he has never been a Taoist priest."
The old Taoist said with a smile: "That's because you don't know. Back then, I devoted myself to practicing Taoism and didn't become a monk in order to continue the Xi family's lineage. Later, I passed the shop to my son, who is your great grandfather five generations above me, and became a monk. This past event may be against my great grandfather's instructions, so it was not passed down."
Oh, so that’s how it is. It must be true, otherwise how could he know so much about the magic bottle and the “gate of life” leading to the underworld in the shop?
After listening for a long time, Shen Bing understood that this was my great grandfather. She was quite polite and quickly said to the old Taoist: "Hello, great grandfather."
The old Taoist smiled happily and said, "They are all ghosts, what's the point of calling them old men. Xiaofeng, you have a good wife."
Uh, the old man thought this was my wife, but we haven’t even started dating yet. Besides, I secretly glanced at his bed, and he might have fallen for his great-grandson’s wife.
Outsiders knew to greet the old man, so I, the great-grandson, could not be less polite, so I quickly turned over and knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and called him great-grandfather several times. The old man was not polite to me. After I kowtowed, he pointed at the woman on the bed and said that this was the one he rescued. She said that she and her great-grandson entered the underworld from the gate of life, so he already knew I was here. He just had never seen what I looked like, until he heard the ghost story, he was sure that I was his great-grandson.
Shen Bing and I were stunned. We stood up and looked. It was Ding Ruiyun, who was sleeping. The heavy stone in my heart fell to the ground. My ancestor was not an old pervert. I hurriedly asked what was going on.
He said that he was practicing Taoism in seclusion inside the stele when he heard some noise outside, as if a female ghost was insulted. He came out to take a look. It turned out that before Ding Ruiyun was reincarnated, he wanted to see his son when he passed by Wangxiang Terrace, but the ghost refused to let him. He ran back in anger. This ancestor of our family was kind-hearted and saved the female ghost from entering the stele.
I felt very curious. The stone tablet looked small from the outside, but the space inside was quite large. What was even more strange was that a ghost could practice Taoism in seclusion? The ancestors said, you don’t know this. Taoism is not just practicing magic, but practicing thoughts. It is a spiritual realm, which has something in common with the essence of Buddhism. That’s right. I said that if you practice magic here, you must hurt yourself first.
My ancestor told me another thing, saying that in the underworld, the deeper the Taoism, the deeper the ghost magic. In fact, ghost magic is not all evil, but the evil ghosts have ruined their reputation. I thought to myself, you have been practicing here for more than 300 years, so your ghost magic is so deep that there is no rival, right? That just helped me solve the five big basins.
When I told him about the five large basins, he frowned and thought for a while before saying, "There are very few ghosts in the underworld who can break the three magic arrays of my Xi family's ghost shop and damage the magic bottle. I also saw the five black air in the stone tablet just now. They are five child ghosts!"
"Yes, yes, their cries sound like those of little children." Shen Bing said with his eyes wide open .
The old ancestor nodded solemnly and said, "I understand. A ghost used evil magic from the mortal world to create five big-headed ghosts and set up a five-ghost moving bureau..."
As soon as he said this, I slapped my thigh, stood up suddenly and said, "Yes, it must be the Five Ghosts Moving Bureau. Why didn't I think of it at first?"
"What did you think of? You just wanted me to help you lie to your mother." Shen Bing curled her lips.
Ah, I can't let her continue talking about this. It's not a glorious thing to lie to my mother in front of my ancestor. I quickly stood in front of her and said to my ancestor with a smile: "Grandpa, you are absolutely right. It is the Five Ghosts Moving Bureau. But, these five little ghosts are too powerful. How did they do it?"
