Where the wind chimes sound, there is a god

Chapter 24 Master of Tingyu Pavilion
The banging sounds in the coffin became louder and louder, and there was even a teeth-grinding sound of nails scraping on wooden boards. The coffin also shook more and more violently, waking up the sleeping Zhao Xiaohai.

He squinted his eyes and saw the coffin moving. He quickly woke up and pulled Aunt Zhao's sleeve and said, "Mom, Dad is not dead! Dad is not dead! Let Dad out quickly!"

Aunt Zhao also looked a little confused. She went to pick up the body herself. It was Old Zhao, who had turned white while soaking in the ditch. It had been twenty or thirty years since she married him at the age of seventeen. It could be said that even her parents in this world had not been with her as long as Old Zhao.

She was a sober and selfish woman. At times like this, she knew more and more that her husband would not be able to survive under such circumstances.

But Aunt Zhao still couldn't control herself. She stepped forward with trembling hands and tried to push open the coffin lid. If rationality could overcome emotion, there wouldn't be so many confused people in this world.

But several distant relatives who woke up came forward to dissuade him. Who in the countryside hasn't gossiped about ghosts and spirits? This situation was obviously a case of evil spirits, so how could the coffin be opened?

"Put Haiwazi on the coffin! Old Zhao loves his son the most. He will definitely feel relieved to see Haiwazi on the coffin." A distant aunt who was obviously a knowledgeable person was busy directing two young and strong men to put Haiwazi on the coffin.

Zhao Xiaohai naturally didn't want to do that, and he struggled and cried, but was forcibly pushed onto the coffin lid.

Aunt Zhao was stunned. She was no longer as smart as before after crying for days. A look of sadness appeared on her pale face. She whispered, "I'll just take a look, one last look at Old Zhao!"

She cried and tried to push open the coffin lid, but Zhao Xiaohai rolled over and got out of the coffin, crying, "I want my dad to come back!
Woohoo~
Dad, please come back soon..."

The cries of children and women echoed in the mourning hall, and the banging sounds in the coffins stopped abruptly.

Everyone was stunned. Could it be that Old Man Zhao really came back to life?
But Chen Beimo carefully saw that a faint half-virtual and half-gray aura rose from Aunt Zhao and Zhao Xiaohai and flowed into the coffin, and the gloomy death aura became three times thicker.

The coffin covers the sky on top and the earth on the bottom, and is blocked on all four sides with octagonal longevity wood to suppress evil spirits. As long as the coffin lid is not opened, no zombies can crawl out.

But the monster in front of him didn't look like a zombie. Chen Beimo wondered in his heart that even if there really was a ghost coming back, it couldn't be tonight.

Suddenly, Chen Beimo heard an old and low murmur coming from the ethereal air, and the coffin, which had been quiet, banged again, even more violently.

And there were several screams and cries coming from the streets late at night, which were even more horrifying.

Chen Beimo's eyes turned cold, and he quickly jumped into the mourning hall, pulling Aunt Zhao and Zhao Xiaohai back.

The next moment, the coffin in the mourning hall was lifted up by a huge force, and a hand covered with green hair and dark gray corpse spots stretched out from the coffin, followed by another hand resting on the edge of the coffin. A low roar like that of a wild beast sounded, and a monster with four legs on the ground and black skin covered with corpse spots jumped out of the coffin.

And this monster's face vaguely resembles Old Man Zhao!

Everyone was immediately terrified and trembling, feeling a chill in the face even in May.

The monster growled, and its eyelids opened to reveal two pure black eyeballs. It roared at everyone, and two long sharp teeth grew out of its mouth, one on each side. It stared at everyone and pounced on them like a mad dog.

Chen Beimo didn't hesitate. He slapped the monster in the air and sent it flying. Then he picked up a wooden stick in the yard and pressed the monster's acupuncture points. He knocked it to the ground and turned around and said, "Bring a hemp rope and tie it up!"

When the young men saw that the monster was subdued, their faces turned red and they became braver. They quickly found a hemp rope to tie up the monster and stuffed a ball of coarse cloth into its mouth.

Everyone finally put their minds at ease. The room became quiet, and they could hear screams and cries for help coming from the street outside. There were also low growls and roars of animals, which made everyone's hearts tremble again.

At such a critical moment, someone was able to step forward and subdue the monster. No one had the time to question Chen Beimo about how he had such good skills.

Aunt Zhao looked at Old Zhao who was still struggling and roaring, and couldn't help crying and asked, "Ermo, what's wrong with Old Zhao?"

Zhao Xiaohai, who was standing by, also grabbed his sleeves tightly from behind and dared not let go, looking at the monster in fear.

"Uncle Zhao's body is probably controlled by some evil thing, like the zombies in the rumors, but not quite."

Chen Beimo frowned and said, "This kind of evil thing is probably similar to the plague. If you get bitten and your skin is broken, you will get it. Be careful and don't get close to it.

If you, Aunt Zhao, are cruel enough to burn my uncle's body immediately, this evil spirit is most afraid of fire.

I'm going to Third Granny's house to take a look. You guys close the doors and windows, and be careful if there are any more monsters like this breaking into the street!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Burn it quickly."

The distant aunt kept nagging, "Although the dead are the greatest, we living people will cry loudly if something happens to us!"

Chen Beimo touched Zhao Xiaohai's head and told him to stay at home and not go out. Then he disappeared like the wind, scaring everyone in the mourning hall.

After going out, he could still clearly see the passers-by on the street in the darkness. They were running away in panic, and there were three or two monsters like Uncle Zhao chasing people on all fours.

Chen Beimo arrived at the front door of the noodle shop, only to see the whole place in a mess. The coffin in front of the spirit body was opened, and the body of the eldest son of the Wang family was missing. The yard was dark and no one was heard, but in the corner came the sound of something gnawing.

He turned his head and saw that the eldest son of the Wang family was buried in the chest of Old Man Wang with blood all over his face, eating the intestines and internal organs taken out of his abdomen, his face covered in blood.

Chen Beimo couldn't help but feel angry, yet also sad. Although he was not considered a kind person, he was still a human being after all, and he had not lost his humanity. Seeing his neighbors, with whom he had lived for more than ten years, die tragically in front of him, he still couldn't bear it.

In the darkness, another staggering sound of footsteps was heard. Grandma Three, whose clothes were covered in blood, walked with difficulty. She saw Chen Beimo making a hoarse sound in his throat, and then he collapsed to the ground with powerless strength, his eyeballs rolling up.

Chen Beimo hurried forward to support her. Grandma Wang San pointed to a water tank in the courtyard with difficulty and said in a voice that was almost hoarse and inhuman: "Er... Mo, Grandma... Grandma, please, Xiao... Miao, Miao'er, stay alive..."

As he spoke, his fingers began to tremble, and soon his entire body was shaking violently, his eyes were stained red with blood, and he was no longer breathing...

Chen Beimo couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and looked up at the monster that had stopped eating Old Man Wang's body.

That monster was the eldest son who was the most filial in the eyes of Old Man Wang and Grandma Wang San. After his death, his body was haunted by an evil person and killed an entire family...

"Shu~"

The long sword at the waist leaped into the air. In the night, the moon shone with a cold light that had drunk the blood of hundreds of people.

Now held in Chen Beimo's hands, he hesitated when facing the neighbors who were familiar with and caring about him in the past.

Chen Beimo's heart was filled with turmoil. He did not get angry, nor did he shed tears. He only whispered, "I'm not working hard enough. My strength is still weak, and my magic is still inadequate." As soon as he finished speaking, the sword hummed, and blood splattered. The other four or five mutated monsters in the yard all had their heads cut off by his sword. Without a head, they knew they were dead, and their energy dissipated.

Chen Beimo looked at the bright red blood slowly flowing out of the corpses at his feet. Tiny worms crawled out of the heads, struggling in the blood and died when they were blown by the wind.

"This is a Gu! The poisonous corpse Gu from Miaojiang!"

He instantly thought of the Miao woman he met that night. Was there any connection between them?
"Er...Ermo brother!"

A trembling cry came from the water tank. It was from Grandma Wang San’s only granddaughter, who was also the daughter of Boss Wang. She was only eight or nine years old this year.

Her tear-stained face showed panic and helplessness, and her pretty little face was filled with fear and shock. Her originally beautiful and peaceful home had turned into a Shura hell, all her relatives had died and turned into terrible monsters, and she was the only one left in this world.

Chen Beimo put away his sword, carried her out of the jar, and sighed softly, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you to Aunt Zhao's house first. Come out when it's daybreak, and you'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

He knocked on Aunt Zhao's door, handed Wang Xiaomei to Aunt Zhao, and told her to open the door only when he or someone from the government came to knock.

Aunt Zhao looked at the boy who was gradually taller than her at the door and couldn't help but ask, "Ermo, it would be safer for you to stay at home with us.

Chen Beimo shook his head, "Don't worry, Aunt Zhao. I have received the true teachings from my master, and I am not afraid of these evil things."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to guard the long street for the neighbors."

A monster was chasing pedestrians behind Chen Beimo, so he picked up the cold sword and flew away.

Aunt Zhao was stunned. The scene before her gradually overlapped with the vague memory of more than ten years ago. On that night, the Wu army abandoned the city and fled. The whole city was in chaos. Uncle Wang Xian held a knife in one hand and a bleeding head in the other, protecting the refugees on Xishui Street. The bandits and robbers who took advantage of the chaos to enter the city to kill, burn and loot were so frightened that they did not dare to enter the street for three days.

The young man tonight and the chaos tonight seem just like those days.

On Xishui Street, Chen Beimo picked up his sword and jumped lightly onto the roof. He glanced around and saw a monster roaring and running, so he immediately flew over and dropped his sword, cutting off its head with one blow.

Ma Pozi who sells malt sugar, Uncle Li in the study, Granny Zhou who makes sugar buns, Erdanzi in the wine shop, Manager He...

He saved these neighbors one by one, and seeing their relief and gratitude for escaping death, the touch in his heart became less and less.

It was not until the second half of the night that every household on Xishui Street closed their doors and windows. After Chen Beimo slew twenty-five monsters with his sword, the area finally became quiet.

He flew and stood on the archway on the top of Tingyu Pavilion, which is the highest point of Xishui Street. He held a sword behind his back and overlooked the houses with lights under the moon. The wind blew hard, ruffling the boy's black hair. The flags on the doors on both sides of the street fluttered in the wind, and the street was extremely quiet and cold.

Two horses came galloping over, followed by dozens of cavalrymen. When they came to the quiet Xishui Street, they saw a young man in a long gown standing on a tall building under the moon. The moonlight shone on his white jade. The young man held a sword and dominated the area.

Qi Hong, who was galloping over, couldn't help but bow and ask, "Where are you from? Thank you for your help and for keeping this street peaceful."

Chen Beimo actually jumped down the archway several feet high, put away his sword, and replied: "I live in Tingyu Pavilion."

Under the moonlight, the three large golden characters "Tingyu Pavilion" on the plaque behind him were particularly eye-catching.

Qi Hong looked at the plaque behind the young man and was startled, but still said: "It turns out to be the master of Tingyu Pavilion, Qi Hong, the envoy of the Rain God Department.

There is a demon causing trouble in the city. There are heavy casualties in South City and East City. All the government officials and the garrison troops in the city are dispatched, and the unrest can be quelled by dawn.

Since Master Tingyu is here, we can go to help other places without any worries. Thank you very much!"

Chen Beimo bowed and said, "Don't worry, sir. I will do my best."

Qi Hong nodded and rode his horse towards the south of the city.

The long street fell into silence again. It was the first time that Chen Beimo saw the legendary Six Gods. This Detective Qi Hong had a second-rate middle grade rank, and the Detective was just the most ordinary official among them.

The Six Gods Department is of great importance to the country, and is divided into four departments: the Department of Heavenly Gods, the Department of Stars, and the Department of Wind, Cloud, Rain and Snow.

The heads of the six departments are of the fourth rank, each of them is powerful and influential. Each department is divided into three levels, from high to low: superior, supervisor, and scout.

It is rumored that each department has its own talented people. The national teacher Huangfu Qi is the chief of the Heavenly God Department of the Six God Departments, and he is even able to call the wind and rain.

However, few people in the world know what kind of person he is, and only rumors remain.

Qi Hong is a man who is very good at observing people's words and expressions. It seems that he was born into a poor family and wants to climb up. Such a person may be able to achieve higher success in the future.

He praised himself highly with just one sentence, Master of Tingyu Pavilion? That sounds good.

Chen Beimo put away his sword, sat cross-legged on the roof, and waited for dawn.

He felt himself and found that after half a month of refining the Kan water true Qi in his body into the Yi wood Qi, coupled with diligent practice, there were now as many as eleven or twelve. However, it was still slowly dispersing into his body and building the foundation of his body. In just a few months, Chen Beimo's height had grown by more than an inch, about four or five centimeters.

This is why he still has to eat grains and drink cooked tea. After all, he is still a human being, not an immortal. He cannot support his body with only this shallow true qi without eating.

If one really wants to achieve Bigu, one must at least reach the second level of Kanshui Zhenjing. Now, he has not even completely entered the first level.

However, I estimate that in just one or two months, the sublimation of the true Qi in my body will be complete, my physical body will be pure, I will achieve the Qi Sea and Dantian, and embark on the true path of cultivation!
The first level is the Xuanqi realm, which requires the creation of a Qi Hai Dantian in the body. The Dantian of an ordinary person simply cannot accommodate the weight of practice. If one does not sublimate the body and create a Xuanqi Dantian, one's practice will only lead to death by explosion!

The cruelty of tonight made Chen Beimo realize his own weakness. He was just a kid who had not yet embarked on the path to immortality, and the road ahead was long and arduous.

At the same time, the number of close acquaintances around him will become fewer and fewer. This process is also a process of refining the mind, which enables him to have a heart that can withstand the loneliness and coldness for long years, and to cultivate the mind together during the practice of Taoism.

The clouds in the sky gradually turned white, the golden sunlight dispelled the darkness and illuminated the world again. The crowing of roosters woke up the people in the city. Some people slept soundly last night, but some lost their lives overnight.

(End of this chapter)