Xiao Mei possessed the supreme Heavenly Fox bloodline of the fox clan, an unexpected revelation. Her parents were both Great Demons who had cultivated to eight tails. As Xiao Mei grew, she was destined to become a formidable force in the demon realm.
After sitting for a while, Xiao Mei was full. She then wobbled back to her den to sleep. With nothing else to do, I called Lao Mo to inquire about the situation at the hospital. Perhaps Lao Mo was truly moved by Chen Yao’s condition, as he was guarding the hospital early in the morning. Chen Yao was stable, her wound showed no inflammation, and she would recover in a few days. Unfortunately, a scar was inevitable. Hearing that Chen Yao was stable brought me some relief.
After hanging up, I opened the Daoist community. The community was bustling with activity. The main topic of conversation was the Black Water Mountain Black Demon Cult incident. As it was a "C" grade summons within the Daoist community, most of the sects in the vicinity of Xichuan had arrived. Many curious rogue cultivators and Daoists from the surrounding areas were also heading towards Black Water Mountain. Some sects from further away had sent their representatives.
After browsing for a while, a few customers arrived. I sold them some incense and candles. After a few transactions, I went to the Wan Shou Tang opposite. My Martial Uncle was enjoying a drink. Seeing me, he greeted me, "Xiao Qin, you're here. Come have a couple of drinks with your Martial Uncle!" "Sure!" I said, sitting down with a smile. My Martial Uncle poured me a cup and asked, "Are you here for something?" "Yes. Martial Uncle, about the Black Water Mountain matter, are we going?" I asked, clinking my cup with his.
My Martial Uncle took a sip and replied, "Of course, we're going! But we need to wait a couple more days for Yun Xia to arrive, then we'll go together." "Martial Uncle, you've contacted Aunt Yun Xia?" I pressed. My Martial Uncle nodded. "We spoke this morning. Yun Xia also knows about Old Fool's matter. They should be on their way today. After they've mourned Old Fool, we'll head to Black Water Mountain. After all, such a grand event doesn't happen every year. It'll also be a good opportunity to show you and Xiao Mo the world." "Yes!" I nodded and took another drink with my Martial Uncle. My Martial Uncle truly loved drinking, much like my Master loved smoking. Thinking of this, I remembered my Master. I wondered if he was well now in the underworld.
After finishing my drink and chatting with my Martial Uncle for a while, I returned to my shop. There weren't many customers that afternoon. As evening fell, I felt quite down. I took out the brazier and burned some spirit money for my Master. Then, I burned several paper-crafted cigarettes for him, saying, "Master, I made these cigarettes myself. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět Please smoke them sparingly in the underworld, although they won't cause illness. They were difficult to make..." I spoke to Master's memorial tablet as I burned the paper. After finishing, I returned to my room, cultivated for two hours to stabilize my spiritual cultivation, and then went to bed.
However, as soon as I fell asleep, I heard someone calling me in a daze: "Xiao Qin, Xiao Qin..." The voice was very familiar. I slowly opened my eyes and stood up. But after getting up, I found myself in a dark, enclosed room. It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see anything. "Who, who is calling me!" I instinctively shouted, looking around. Suddenly, the darkness before me rippled, like water. Then, I saw a figure in the distance. The figure was unclear, but it walked towards me step by step. "Who is it?" I tilted my head, wary. But in the next moment, a familiar voice spoke: "Don't you recognize your Master?" Hearing this, my heart leaped. It was Master. "Master!" I shouted, overwhelmed with emotion. Since Master's passing, I always felt something was missing. Although Master was sometimes strict and scolded me when he was alive, he truly cared about me and wished me well. Just like my grandmother in the countryside, he was the elder I respected the most.
Soon, the figure emerged from the darkness, and Master's familiar appearance appeared before me. Master was dressed in official robes, wearing an official hat, and a long saber hung at his waist. He looked very imposing. "Master!" I shouted again with joy and rushed forward. Master smiled, "Xiao Qin, I received the cigarettes!" Seeing Master, I couldn't hold back my emotions any longer. My eyes welled up. With a thud, I knelt before Master. "Master, I finally see you again." "Hahaha! How have you been since I left?" Master said, helping me up. "I've been well, Master." "Hmm, did that old scoundrel opposite curse me?" The atmosphere had been solemn, but upon hearing this, I almost couldn't contain myself. "No, Martial Uncle didn't curse you. The day before yesterday, he took me and Lao Mo to slay those Rat Thirty-Two and the Old Weasel Granny." "Oh? Well done!" Master exclaimed with surprise. But looking at Master and his peculiar attire, I asked, "Master, why are your clothes so strange?" Master chuckled at my question and gripped his saber, "How do I look? I'm an Yin Messenger now." "Ah! An Yin Messenger?" I exclaimed, my eyes widening in disbelief. But thinking about it, it made sense. We were all in the business of the underworld. In the mortal realm, we dealt with slaying demons and eliminating evil. It was only natural to become an Yin Messenger in the underworld. Master nodded, "That's right, an Yin Messenger. I'm now a city-guarding Yin Messenger under the Ghost King Da Ran in Fengdu City. I decide who enters and who doesn't among the passing souls." Master said confidently. But I awkwardly said, "Master, are you guarding the gate down there?" Master rolled his eyes and gave me a light rap on the head. "What do you mean guarding the gate? That's guarding the city, a grave responsibility. Ordinary Yin Messengers can't even get such a post. Anyway, enough chatter. Master used a soul-returning mirror to send you this dream, and the cost is very high. I'm going to tell you a true story. You must remember it..."