"You know, the way you handled this... it's truly magnificent!"
"Your Martial Uncle, I just don't have the means, otherwise I'd build a golden statue of you, place it right next to the Grand Patriarch, and even offer you two sticks of incense every day, hahahahaha."
Inside Huoyun Temple, Qingyun's spittle flew as he rejoiced after learning about his precious junior martial niece's heroic deeds. This couldn't be blamed on him. Their Daoist temple was now practically having its ancestral grave spewing green... no...
it should be purple-tinged green smoke. If it were back in his younger days, wouldn't this be an outright anti-Japanese hero? Erecting monuments for such merit would be entirely appropriate. How could it not be worth celebrating?
"Ahhh, Martial Uncle, stop nagging! My ears are going to get calluses!" Yaoyao also saw her Martial Uncle brimming with passion. At this, her headache worsened. She regretted not having gone secretly and told her Sixth Brother in advance. Now, she had stirred up trouble everywhere.
"Alright, alright, Martial Uncle won't say anything else, isn't that good enough?" Qingyun saw her expression of utter despair and immediately knew when to stop. He couldn't afford to anger this little hero away. He had to treat her exceptionally well this time, or he wouldn't be worthy of his ancestors.
Yaoyao breathed a long sigh of relief when she saw her Martial Uncle truly shut up. She propped her head up, holding a vermilion brush, meticulously drawing talismans stroke by stroke! Most of them were "Lightness Talismans." She had certainly dealt a blow to that group of extraordinary people in Japan this time,
but as for the ordinary people in the army, she couldn't easily make a move on them. So, to prevent them from being hopelessly stubborn, Yaoyao still had to prepare more for her Sixth Brother. This way, when they fought, Sixth Brother and his team would also have an advantage.
But just as she was drawing talismans, her Martial Uncle, who had gone to handle affairs in the main hall, walked back in. He was accompanied by a man and a woman. Yaoyao looked closely.
The slightly older woman and the young man with her shared some resemblance in their eyebrows. Not only that, from their "parents' palace" and "children's palace" in their faces, it was clear they were indeed mother and son.
At this moment, both their faces showed some anxiety, especially the young man; his face was shrouded in a layer of "Yin energy." A living person encountering Yin energy would inevitably suffer damage to their lifespan and vitality,
but this Yin energy was being blocked by an invisible force. This caused the young man to be panicky, but his body remained healthy. Yaoyao knew very well the source of this invisible force; it was none other than the Peace Talisman she had drawn.
At the same time, Yaoyao also noticed that the power of the Peace Talisman was rapidly diminishing. This rate of decrease suggested it wouldn't last through the night before being completely consumed by the Yin energy. This was why the two had rushed to their door.
Yaoyao stopped drawing talismans and spoke first: "Auntie, are you asking if I can deal with what's on this big brother?"
Her voice was sweet and childlike, but it made the middle-aged woman walking in front suddenly change her expression. Then, her face lit up with joy, because since the young master could guess there was something unclean on her son,
he must have a way to solve it. As for fearing being deceived? That was simply impossible. Just the usefulness of the Peace Talisman had already convinced her.
"Master, you have keen insight. We truly have no other choice. The Peace Talisman we sought from the temple last time is almost burnt out." The middle-aged woman said with a deeply furrowed brow. She glanced at her son beside her. Seeing this, he quickly pulled out a talisman paper from his pocket.
The Peace Talisman, originally folded into a triangle, now had all four corners burnt away, leaving only the middle part, looking very shabby. But the young man cherished it greatly, as it had saved his life more than once. After showing it, he quickly put it back.
"Please, Master, save my child's life!" The woman, seeing Yaoyao frown, immediately spoke, making her plea without hesitation.
"Auntie, please don't worry. First, tell me about this big brother's situation," Yaoyao said sweetly and clearly. She actually noticed something amiss. The level of Yin energy wasn't low, but it didn't seem to be aimed at killing this "big brother."
Yaoyao scratched her little head, carefully thinking about how to describe it. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in her mind, and she instantly understood. The Yin energy on this young man was more like something unintentionally picked up from too close a relationship between a living person and a ghost. This made the matter interesting.
"Xiao Dong, since the Master has asked, tell him about the situation!" The woman also understood that to get help, one naturally had to let the person know the cause and effect. After she spoke, the young man, who was called "Xiao Dong," nodded. Although his expression was panicked, he spoke very coherently, concisely explaining his encounter with the supernatural.
It turned out that the strange occurrences began a while ago, after a school camping trip. In the beginning, he would always have some "indescribable" dreams at night. He thought he was eating too much nourishing food and didn't pay much attention, at most,
he would wake up feeling sticky all over and had to shower, which was a bit troublesome. But gradually, as the frequency increased, his spirit withered. He couldn't concentrate in class and was listless. Later, the woman noticed something was wrong and took him to see a doctor and take medicine, but the effects were not ideal.
She was worried sick until one day she accidentally saw a live stream and learned that this temple was very effective. Since it wasn't far, she took the time to come and ask for a Peace Talisman. To her surprise, after getting this talisman, her son's problems immediately healed. Only then did the woman realize that her son had encountered something unclean.
Originally, with the Peace Talisman's protection, everything was fine, and she was happy the problem was solved. But for some unknown reason, one day, the Peace Talisman... caught fire. The woman immediately had a suspicion:
that thing hadn't given up and had come back for her son. To prevent her son from being tormented to death, she brought him to the temple for help. It was also fortunate that Yaoyao was there, leading to the current visit.
The woman said anxiously, "Master, that thing hasn't harmed anyone after all. It would be taboo for you to kill it. This time, I only ask that you can persuade it to leave. After all, how can a dead person constantly entangle a living person to do that kind of thing every day...
If that kind of thing isn't restrained, even the strongest young man will become a spineless wimp. We only have this one son. If that thing truly harms his foundation, our family lineage might be broken in this generation, and then we'd truly have no face to meet our ancestors."
After hearing both of their descriptions, Yaoyao's face showed an indescribable strangeness. She looked at the auntie, then at the older brother whose ears were flushed red. However, she said with full doubt, "Pretty Auntie, I might not be able to persuade this one, because she and big brother are truly a married couple, with proper names and status!"
It was indeed proper for a married couple to do that kind of thing. The only problem was that the other party wasn't human. This kind of harm to big brother would be twofold.
As soon as she said this, not only the woman but even the big brother himself was stunned. Because he had no idea that he even had a wife! And the other party wasn't human; she was a ghost who had been dead for who knew how many years. At this moment, all the hairs on his body stood on end.
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