I had followed my master for several months, whether it was killing fierce ghosts or subduing zombies.
After I returned home, I never had nightmares.
But this time, after eliminating a group of weasels, I had a terrifying nightmare.
I sat on the bed, feeling a bit weary, gasping for breath.
But outside, there were discussions.
"Grandma Zewawa, you don't know how powerful Zewawa is. I saw it with my own eyes last night."
"Indeed, with just one move, Zewawa could crush a weasel demon.
He single-handedly wiped out the逍遥楼, the weasel demons' lair."
"Oh my, Zewawa has always shown great promise since childhood.
See, at such a young age, he's already become a great Daoist with true abilities."
"Exactly, Zewawa is not only skilled and earns money, but he's also good-looking.
I think we should find him a good match later."
"..."
Listening to the babbling voices outside.
Only then did I calm myself and shakily walked out of the house.
The moment I stepped outside, I was stunned.
The living room and the area outside were packed with villagers.
The village chief from next door, Uncle Er, Aunt Si, Uncle Wu, Gouzi, and so on.
Dozens of people, big and small.
My yard was filled with villagers.
When the villagers saw me come out, they all smiled:
"Zewawa is awake!"
"Zewawa, we didn't disturb you, did we!"
"Zewawa, why didn't you tell us you had such abilities earlier!"
"..."
A moment later, the voices erupted again.
I didn't even know who to answer first.
But generally, everyone was happy and joyful.
Because of the weasel incident, our village had been filled with unease, and several villagers had died.
Now, with the weasels' nest destroyed by me, everyone felt at ease.
I smiled and reassured everyone.
The matter was resolved, and everyone should go back to their lives.
I said that I had found a master in the city.
All my skills were taught to me by my elderly master.
From now on, if there were any evil occurrences, they could come to me.
Finally, I sent the villagers away.
However, for the great service I had done for the village.
The village chief led the way, bringing many things to my house.
Smoked meat, eggs, and more.
Everyone praised me highly.
My grandmother was also happy to hear this.
After all, I had gained skills and could help the village; she saw it clearly.
In her old eyes.
Feng Shui masters and exorcists were highly respected individuals.
Only those with immortal bones could pursue such a profession.
With this skill, I would at least not worry about food and clothing in the future, which was also my good fortune.
However, she still blamed me for sneaking out last night without telling her.
I just smiled and didn't argue.
Because I hadn't slept well, I ate breakfast and went back home to sleep.
After sleeping for six or seven hours, it was already afternoon, and I still felt tired.
I also felt that my sleep was very light and of poor quality.
I wondered if I had consumed too much vital energy last night.
Just as I was pondering this.
I heard someone knocking on the courtyard gate, followed by Uncle Er's voice:
"Auntie, Qin Ze..."
My grandmother was in the courtyard.
She went directly to open the door.
I also got up from my chair and walked to the main door.
Immediately after, I saw my grandmother opening the door.
And then, Uncle Er walked in with a stranger.
"Auntie, I'm here to see Qin Ze."
"Uncle Er, what business do you have with me?"
I said, yawning.
Seeing me, Uncle Er hurried over:
"Hehehe, Qin Ze, it's like this.
This is Wei Hai from our neighboring village.
Something has happened at his home.
So he came to ask you to take a look."
Hearing this, I was dumbfounded.
I had only been back in the village for a day, and someone from the neighboring village was already looking for me?
I was very surprised and taken aback.
But I didn't know.
News of me driving away the Huang Da Xian and destroying the Xiaoyao Lou had spread throughout the village by morning.
The speed was comparable to 5G.
Because of this matter, this Uncle Wei from the neighboring village.
Found my house through his acquaintance, Uncle Er.
Seeing that someone was looking for me for a matter, and that he had traveled from the neighboring village.
I gestured for Uncle Er and Uncle Wei to sit down.
My Uncle Er then emphasized:
"Old Wei!
It's not that I'm bragging, but my nephew is exceptionally capable.
You didn't see the situation last night.
My nephew single-handedly dealt with dozens of Huang Lao Xian.
If you have any issues, speak properly.
My nephew can resolve them for you in minutes."
Hearing my uncle's words, I felt a bit embarrassed.
But I still smiled.
The middle-aged man called "Wei Hai" had an ordinary, somewhat dark complexion.
He nodded repeatedly:
"That's true, that's true. I've heard about Young Qin's matters early on.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have come all this way specifically."
I took a sip of water and got straight to the point:
"Uncle Wei, let's talk business!"
Procrastination wastes time, so I dislike beating around the bush.
Seeing my directness, Wei Hai didn't waste any more words.
His expression instantly turned serious:
"Daoist Qin, it's like this.
My father passed away from illness five days ago.
We, his descendants, had invited a Daoist priest for my father.
And performed a three-day ritual to guide his path.
On the fourth day, we planned to transport him to the crematorium in town for cremation.
However, when we were carrying the coffin, my father opened his eyes, and the coffin simply couldn't be lifted.
The Daoist priest Zhu, who had performed the ritual for my father, tried to close my father's eyes.
But inexplicably, he spat out a mouthful of blood and then fainted.
He still hasn't woken up.
Everyone in the family is in a panic and doesn't know what to do.
The coffin of the elderly gentleman is still at home, and we can't lift it.
So, so we want to invite you to take a look.
See if you can help my father depart and get him coffined early..."