Chapter 493: Chapter 485 Save me, there’s a demon!
Si Family.
Si Tu cried with swollen red eyes. Looking at his daughter’s pale grayish face on the bed, and then at the solemn Qinglan Temple Master, his inner panic gradually magnified.
Qinglan Temple Master furrowed his brows, got up, and walked to the table to pick up the vermillion talisman pen.
“Temple Master, what’s happened to Yue’er? You must save her. She’s my only daughter; she mustn’t be in trouble,” Si Tu said while crying.
Qinglan Temple Master glanced at him, feeling some sympathy, and said, “Miss Si’s life force is fading.”
Si Tu’s vision darkened, and he staggered back, “Someone, support me, quick.”
Acha helped him, looking towards the bedridden master with worried, reddening eyes.
Si Tu fiercely bit his own tongue tip, the pain keeping him from fainting, and he rushed to the bedside, shakingly grabbing Leng Yue’s hand, his voice trembling, “Yue’er, don’t be like your mother, leaving your father without a word. If you do, Dad… Dad will die for you to see.”
When his wife passed away, at least she had given birth to Yue’er. But his daughter hadn’t even left a descendant. If she were to pass like this, once underground, he feared his wife would drag him out for a beating.
The more Si Tu thought, the more hopeless he felt, clutching his daughter’s cold hand, his face reflecting a lifeless despair, he thought deliriously that maybe he should go first.
Qinglan Temple Master said, “The cure is urgent. We must invite Priest Buqiu from Qingping Temple to find this slim chance of survival.”
Si Tu snapped back, “Right, right, right, go and invite her. But isn’t she in Li City? Will she make it back in time with all this traveling?”
Qinglan Temple Master didn’t respond to that. Instead, he drew a Soul Stabilizing Talisman and placed it on Leng Yue’s forehead, then quickly folded a Paper Crane, chanting a spell as he cast it: “Go.”
The Paper Crane fluttered its wings but hadn’t flown out of the room when a shocked yell came from the courtyard, “Who goes there? What people are you to dare barge into the Si residence?”
“I, Qin Liuxi.”
Qinglan Temple Master startle and then joyously rushed to the door, indeed seeing Qin Liuxi standing side by side with a handsome man, a child beside her.
“Priestess Buqiu.”
“Master,” Qin Liuxi stepped forward, “Has something happened to Ayue?”
Qinglan Temple Master nodded, “You knew already? Come quickly, her life force is draining.”
Qin Liuxi immediately entered with Qinglan Temple Master following. He glanced back at Feng Mi carrying a basket, his gaze somewhat profound. This man had a demonic air about him!
Feng Mi flicked his hair and threw a flirtatious look, as if saying: What are you staring at? Haven’t seen the most handsome man under heavens?
Qinglan Temple Master: “…”
Demonic yet flamboyant, what kind is he?
In the room, Si Tu seeing Qin Liuxi as if seeing a savior, disregarded how she appeared and urgently said, “Xixi, you must save Yue’er.”
The first thing Qin Liuxi noticed when she saw Leng Yue was her deeply furrowed brow.
A layer of deathly stillness covered Leng Yue’s face, growing denser.
“Move aside.” Qin Liuxi pushed Si Tu away, stepped forward to take Leng Yue’s hand, its touch devoid of warmth, as cold as her name suggested.
Qin Liuxi pulled out Golden Needle from her waist, hesitated not at all to insert it into several of her major acupoints, gently twisting them.
Qinglan Temple Master watched, terrified to make a sound, while Si Tu also stretched his neck to observe.
Meanwhile, unattended Feng Mi leaned against the door, pulling Teng Zhao who hadn’t entered.
Leng Yue’s eyelids trembled slightly and slowly opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Qin Liuxi’s face, and she cracked a smile, “Xixi, I dreamed of you.”
“It’s not a dream, I’m here,” Qin Liuxi did not remove the needles, and said, “Ayue, your fate has changed, your life force is draining, I am here to lift this Blood Curse for the Si Family and seek this slim chance of survival.”
Leng Yue closed her eyes briefly, “Alright.”
Qin Liuxi held her hand and said, “I will try my best.”
“I believe you.”
Qin Liuxi looked towards Si Tu and the Qinglan Temple Master and said, “To break the curse, we need to return to the Si Family Ancestral Land. There resides the aura and blessings where their family has lived for generations, and also the old house of the Saintess Si Qing. Perhaps she left something behind that could protect her once.”
Si Tu said incoherently, “I’ll follow your lead.”
“Master, please accompany me as well. You may need to act as a protector if necessary,” Qin Liuxi said.
The Qinglan Temple Master nodded.
With no delay, Qin Liuxi, without removing the needles, just picked her up.
Si Tu covered his mouth, thinking it was quite impressive.
He looked at his daughter, seeing the trust and tenderness in her eyes, he felt a bit strange. Then, glancing at Qin Liuxi, he thought, this girl is captivating both men and women!
Si Tu stepped forward and awkwardly called out Si Lengyue’s name, who glanced over and closed his eyes briefly.
Qin Liuxi carried Si Lengyue outside, and Feng Xun said grudgingly, “Let me do it.”
“No intimate physical contact between men and women,” Qin Liuxi retorted with a glance, “Unless you want to be a live-in son-in-law for the Si Family.”
Si Tu looked over; that might be okay. This person looks even more handsome than him; any children born would certainly be good-looking.
Feng Xun stepped back, crossed his arms, and said, “What live-in son-in-law, I won’t do it!”
“Then step aside and lead the way,” Qin Liuxi directed.
“All you do is boss me around,” muttered Feng Xun as he used Demon Art to tear open the Ghost Gate, letting them enter.
Si Tu looked at the suddenly appeared dark gate, somewhat paralyzed and trembling, unable to step forward.
The Qinglan Temple Master gave Si Tu a deep look and told them, “We are about to walk the Yin Road. Old Master Si, you and everyone must stick close to me and ignore any calls you hear.”
“Hurry up, don’t dilly-dally,” Feng Xun urged impatiently.
The Qinglan Temple Master handed Si Tu and Acha each an Amulet and pulled them inside.
Cold wind howled, and ghosts wailed.
Si Tu, seeing the ghastly dead, couldn’t move and screamed even louder than the wailing ghosts.
So terrifying, so scary.
Acha also staggered a bit, his face turning pale, but he was slightly more composed than Si Tu.
The Qinglan Temple Master, although he had Daoist Cultivation, hadn’t walked the Yin Road often and was initially not accustomed to it. He started chanting the calming spell quietly to himself, which steadied him.
Unfortunately, he had to look after Si Tu, who was also old and was clinging weakly to his arm, unable to be moved. In the end, Feng Xun, unable to stand it anymore, grabbed Si Tu by the collar and dragged him along.
“What should I call this good person?” asked the Qinglan Temple Master.
Feng Xun glanced over, his long slanted fox-like eyes narrowing slightly, “Feng Xun.”
“Are you also a member of the Mystic Sect?”
“You’re really boring, Daoist. You already know I’m not, yet you’re still beating around the bush. Can’t you just ask outright?” Feng Xun snorted.
The Qinglan Temple Master was taken aback and asked, “Then what are you?”
“Me, wait, I’ll change forms.” With a thought, Feng Xun shifted back to his original form, saying, “Laozi, a thousand-year-old Nine-tailed Fox!”
Qinglan Temple Master thought: No wonder there’s a charm to him; turns out it’s a vixen!
Si Tu watched as the person carrying him transformed into a large fox in a blink of an eye, his eyes rolled back, “Demon, I’m fainting.”