The world of Taoism

Chapter 104 Master Yang

When Zhou Xuan was rushing to Jian'an City, there was also a person going to Jian'an.

On the vast official road, a black shadow walked in the middle of the road.

This person is short in stature, about 1.5 meters, holding a huge black umbrella.

There are 98 scratches on the ribs.

This person is an old ghost.

Old ghosts, as the name suggests, are very old ghosts. From the moment they become conscious, old ghosts have lived for more than 100 years.

No one knows what the old ghost is, and the old ghost doesn't know what he is.

Maybe it was a human being, or a monster.

Unlike other ghosts, the old ghost has never killed a single person in his life.

On the contrary, the old ghost saved more than 9000 people.

This time, the Japanese pirates rebelled, and it was the day when the old ghost made meritorious deeds.

As long as the last one is done, the merits and virtues will be completed, and the road will be completed.

Howling!
There was the sound of hoofs.

There was a carriage parked behind the old ghost.

"Who is in front? Dare to stop the court order?" The coachman shouted.

"What happened?"

The curtain of the carriage was lifted and a gorgeously dressed man came out, and it was faintly visible that there were women in the carriage.

Men put on airs when they speak, giving people a sense of putting on airs.

"Master Yang, this old man blocked the carriage." The coachman said.

"Oh?" Master Yang frowned, and looked at the old ghost, "Where is the idler, leave quickly, or you will be punished for delaying official duties."

This Mr. Yang is not actually an official, or he is not an official yet.

Mr. Yang was originally a small juren in the county below.

Mr. Yang has a very high spirit. He thinks he has the talent to help the world. He looks down on ordinary officials such as the chief secretary and county magistrate, and he wants to go to a higher place.

After his painstaking efforts, he really caught a loophole.

The location of the official position is in Jian'an City, although the level is similar to that of the chief secretary and county magistrate.

But after all, it is an important town in the south, and the chances of being promoted in the future are very high.

"Leave soon? Can't you wait to be punished?" Mr. Yang was full of officialdom.

Ever since he found out that he was about to become an official, Mr. Yang suddenly gained momentum.

Although he almost lost his family's wealth for this official, he believed that this book would come back soon.

"The thieves are making trouble on the road ahead. Your Excellency and his family may be in danger." The old ghost said respectfully.

"Nonsense, how can there be any thief."

Lord Yang smiled and said,

"Husband, I think this old man is right. The road ahead is dangerous. Why don't you turn around and take office another day." A woman's voice came from the carriage.

The woman was frightened by what she saw along the way. The villages along the road were full of bandits.

Some villages were even wiped out.

"Women's opinion, don't listen to nonsense, no matter how daring the thief is, how dare he stop the court's order?" Master Yang scolded.

The woman in the carriage was his first wife. When he took the imperial examination, fortunately he had his wife to help with the housework, otherwise Mr. Yang would not be able to pass the exam.

However, Mr. Yang really feels that his wife is too long-winded recently.

"But……"

"But what! If you keep quarreling, I'll throw you down, and you won't understand anything!" Master Yang cursed.

The woman fell silent.

He was not blind, how could he not have seen the plight of the people along the road, how could he not know the danger ahead.

The last time he died because of the thieves' rebellion, that's why he let himself take advantage of the loophole.

At this time, it is best to take office quickly, so that you can win the appreciation of your superiors.

If a person fails to seize an opportunity in this life, it will be difficult to have such an opportunity in the future.

Women really don't understand anything, and they can't see the benefits.

The old ghost couldn't persuade him, and almost got whipped by the coachman.

"There is no way for happiness or misfortune, only people call themselves."

Looking at the backs of everyone leaving, the old ghost couldn't help shaking his head.

The old ghost stepped out and hung far behind the carriage.

The night was cold and the wind was howling.

There were low-pitched roars in the distance, like howling wolves or crying like ghosts.

Boom!

The blue lightning pierced the night sky, and the pale light shone on the earth.

Whoa!
All of a sudden, dark clouds billowed and it began to rain heavily.

Hearing the thunder, the old ghost was taken aback for a moment, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Looking up suddenly, he found that the carriage had been lost, and the old ghost rushed over immediately.

When the thunder rang, ghosts and gods were startled.

Even an old ghost with profound morals and skills can't help but lose his mind.

The thunder and lightning were very close to the top of the old ghost's head, as if it was right above his head.

The old ghost had a vague premonition in his heart, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Under this strong premonition, the old ghost quickened his pace.

Although the old ghost keeps saying that he is not in a hurry, but anyone who is only one step away from this last step has a trace of urgency in his heart.

After all, this is related to one's hundred years of practice. If one is not careful, one's success may fall short.

On the other side, halfway through the carriage, it suddenly began to rain heavily.

"My lord. The road is not easy to walk. There seems to be a village ahead. Let's find a place to rest." The coachman said.

It doesn't matter if you catch the wind and cold yourself, if there is any serious problem with the horse, I'm afraid it will take a lot of time.

"Okay! Find a place to rest right away."

The group of people drove another distance, and there was a village ahead.

"My lord, there is a village ahead." The coachman said excitedly.

After driving all night, the coachman was a little tired. If he was not afraid of offending the distinguished guests, he would have quit this business a long time ago.

When the group found a place to rest, they were a little excited, but they didn't realize that the village seemed too quiet.

When the carriage came to the village, the gates of the houses on both sides were closed, and it seemed to be eerily quiet.

"Husband, why don't you go back, this place is a bit strange." The woman felt uneasy.

"What are you afraid of? Isn't it normal for people not to come out for activities at night? Suspicious."

At this time, there seemed to be a figure in front of him. The figure was short and had an ugly hairstyle.

Master Yang lifted the curtain and asked: "My fellow, is there a place to stay here?"

The figure turned his head, his expression seemed a little weird, and he said with a strange emphasis: "Of course there is a place, come with me."

The figure turned and left, followed closely by the coachman.

At this time, everyone found that under the washing of the rain, there was a pool of black stains on the figure's body, and a strange smell rushed over.

The woman gently pulled Master Yang's sleeve, and said softly: "Husband, let's leave, this place is too strange, look at the water under that man's body."

Master Yang shouted impatiently: "Just walk, you will know how to go, if you want to go, go by yourself, I won't stop you."

If I had known that I had come here alone, I had to bring this burden.

Why don't you just let her stay in the village and pick her up after she finishes her business?
A thought flashed in Master Yang's mind.

"Let's go?" The figure stopped, turned around and smiled at the crowd.

Everyone found that this person had an extra long knife in his hand.

"Let's go!" Master Yang shouted, how could he not understand that he was tricked by the scene before him.

Whoa!

The figure is like an ape, quickly bullying him.

With a flash of the knife, the coachman's head fell to the ground.

The long knife dripped blood and pointed at Master Yang's head.

"Don't move, don't you want to stay? I'll take you there." The figure smiled.

　Thank you for the great fire, and the holy halberd sighs for the great reward of Yan Guiren
　　
　
(End of this chapter)