The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 1: Baisha City, Xuanzhen Temple

Chapter 1: Baisha City, Xuanzhen Temple
Tianquan County,
Baisha City, ten miles outside the city, inside Xuanzhen Temple.

The small front yard was filled with various wreaths, elegiac couplets, paper figures and paper horses. As the cold wind blew, the rustling sound was endless.

The main hall has been set up as a mourning hall. The word "甸" (meaning "burying the dead") on the top is particularly eye-catching. Below it is a mahogany coffin, inside which lies an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in shrouds.

Even though he was dead and his face was pale, the old man could still be described as handsome and had a calm temperament.

I wonder how extraordinary you must be when you are alive!

It was a pity that there were thick black threads exposed on his neck. It was obvious that his head was chopped off and then sewn back on.

In front of the coffin, three Taoist boys were kneeling.

The leader was older, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a Taoist bun and a Taoist robe. He looked a little thin.
He was adding paper money and ghost money into the brazier in front of him again and again, and the flame was burning vigorously.

He was also injured, with his forehead wrapped in circles of white cloth, and you could see bright red blood seeping out.

The Taoist children on both sides were younger, probably no more than twelve or thirteen years old. They were kneeling there, their eyes red from staying up late, and they were drowsy.

There were still many candles and sandalwood burning in the hall, with smoke curling around. Everything within sight seemed to be slightly distorted, like a dream.

Boom!
A muffled sound was heard. It turned out that the Taoist child on the left was too exhausted and hit his head against the ground, making a noise.

But he suddenly sat up straight and cried, "I was wrong, I was wrong, Master, Master, please don't punish me! Please don't punish me!"

The clear cries echoed in the hall, seeming to awaken the silent hearts, but the cries became smaller and smaller.

It seemed that the Taoist children also realized that their master was dead!

"Okay, you all go down and have some rest!" The one who spoke was the young man kneeling in the middle. His voice was steadier, but still a little hoarse.

Another Taoist boy quickly spoke up: "Brother, we can still hold on!"

"I told you to go down and rest, so stop talking nonsense."

"Yes, senior brother!"

There was a rustling sound, and it was two Taoist boys who were helping each other away. Their knees were numb from kneeling for so long.

When there was only one person left in the hall, Chu Zhou stopped pretending. He sat down on the cushion with his buttocks tilted, then stretched his legs slightly.

When he felt better, he propped himself up with both hands, looked at the coffin, and then looked up at the word "葬".

And afterwards, the statue of Zhenwu Emperor looked increasingly confused.

He crossed!

To be precise, he had been wearing it for several days, but he was in a daze for the past period of time, like a walking corpse. It was not until today that he regained some sanity and memory.

He, Chu Zhou, was originally a nine-to-five worker, working hard every day, and his only hobby was playing games.

Then, one day, when he got home from get off work, he turned on his computer and looked for a new game to download, but before he could log in, he fainted.

Yes, there was no computer leakage, nor did he play for seven days and seven nights, or die from overwork, he just opened the game like this,

And then, wear it!

It's so sloppy!
Not even a reason...

As for the original owner of this body, also called Chu Zhou, his hometown suffered a flood, and he fled here and became an orphan.

It was about four or five years ago when he was about to freeze to death outside Xuanzhen Temple when he was picked up by Taoist Xuanzhen, who took him in as his disciple and he became the chief disciple of Xuanzhen Temple.

Unfortunately, when Chu Zhou came through, the old Taoist had just died and his head had been cut off.

The original body was also hit hard on the head. Not to mention the bleeding head, it was probably a serious concussion, and he died instantly, which led to Chu Zhou taking over the original body.

It’s just that, having just traveled through time, my head aches badly, and my memories are messy and fragmented. When I try to recall, all I see are flickering images that I can’t sort out.

It was only until just now that he found the clues and roughly understood the situation.

Xuanzhen Temple is not very big, but the name of Taoist Xuanzhen is still quite famous in Baisha City.

Whether it is praying for blessings and eliminating disasters, asking for divination, catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, or rescuing ghosts, or treating difficult and complicated diseases and curing illnesses, it is well-received.

However, the originally peaceful life changed after Mr. Zhao's second daughter Zhao Huan'er encountered a ghost.

Mr. Zhao, whose full name was Zhao Sihai, was one of the most affluent families in Baisha City. He owned thousands of acres of fertile land and a large number of servants to guard his house. He was a big shot that even the county magistrate had to give him face.

However, non-professionals cannot intervene in matters like "encountering ghosts".

The result was that after going around in circles, he finally found himself asking for help from Taoist Xuan Zhen, and offered him a lot of silver and money.

Taoist Xuan Zhen, on the other hand, didn't care about Mr. Zhao's face, but as long as the money was in place, everything else would be easy to deal with.

So, he lit up the magic tools, asked Chu Zhou to carry them to the altar, and started the ritual of "exorcising ghosts".

However, he didn't expect that this line of work would cost him his life.

In a trance, Chu Zhou seemed to see the scene at the Zhao family mansion a few days ago.

The night is dark and windy,

The autumn wind is rustling,

On the altar, Taoist Xuan Zhen was stepping on the Gang Bu Dou, dancing with his copper coin sword. Talismans one by one ignited out of thin air and turned into clusters of rising flames, which was quite intimidating to look at.

However, after the ghost appeared, this method seemed...

Well, it can’t be said to be useless, it can only be said to be completely useless!

The flame is useless,

The talisman water is useless.

The copper coin sword broke.

Even the black dog blood splashed on it could only delay its steps for a moment, and it was still choked by the stench. On the contrary, the ghost held a mourning stick in his hand, which made the old Taoist Xuanzhen run around in all directions, even destroying the altar, and even Chu Zhou's original body was chased and beaten into a panic.

As for the guards and martial artists in Mr. Zhao's house, including Mr. Zhao himself, when they saw this scene, they shouted "Ghosts are powerful, ghosts are powerful" and fled without a trace.

The ghost was at least two meters away. It was pitch black with long hair all over its body and had a single, shiny silver horn on its head.

He held a mourning stick that was half a person's height and danced with it, making sounds like ghosts howling and wolves howling. Moreover, when he moved, it seemed as if he was floating, and his speed was extremely fast, which was very scary.

Chu Zhou's original body was hit on the head by a mourning stick, his head was bleeding and he lost consciousness immediately.

The last scene he saw before he fell into a coma was his master, Taoist Xuanzhen, being beheaded.

The monster's horn scratched the man's neck in one stroke, and the man was dead. Blood spurted out several meters high.

However, Chu Zhou guessed that the one-horned ghost did not originally want to kill him, otherwise there would not be so much trouble.

But who could blame the old Taoist Xuanzhen for being so ungrateful? After being hit for quite a while, he seemed to have discovered something and suddenly shouted, "You are not a ghost?!"

Chu Zhou had already discovered that the one-horned ghost was actually wearing shoes, a pair of brand new cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles.

Obviously, ghosts don't wear shoes, only humans can!
Therefore, this ghost disaster was actually man-made, and was caused by a powerful master pretending to be a ghost.

Yes, there is martial arts in this world.

According to some memories of the original body, it is hard to say whether ghosts and spirits are real or fake.

Taoist Xuanzhen might be a liar, but there are indeed martial arts masters. There are many martial arts schools in Baisha City that teach martial arts.

In Chu Zhou's memory, he once visited an iron spear martial arts school with Taoist Xuan Zhen, and the owner of the school, Hao, had practiced in front of Taoist Xuan Zhen.

He lifted a thousand-pound stone with one hand as easily as moving his arm.

Then, an iron spear was swung out, and with a "stab", it turned into a cold light that shot out and pierced through a huge rock that was the size of a human head and three feet thick.

In this way, out that way, the gun tip trembled and made a buzzing sound. With another shake, huge rocks shattered and flew everywhere, leaving the original owner stunned.

It was also from the owner of the museum that the original body learned that in addition to the civil examination, there is also a martial arts examination in this world.

If one wants to be a military officer, even a captain of police or a county lieutenant, one must have the title of "Military Scholar".

In other words, things like civil officials leading the troops, eunuchs supervising the army, and even giving orders during wars, would hardly happen in this world.

You don't have enough strength but still dare to brag. Just wait and see if those soldiers can deal with you.

Therefore, this ghost disaster should be caused by someone targeting the second daughter of the Zhao family.

But why did that person target the second daughter of the Zhao family?
Why do you have to dress up as a ghost to scare people?
It’s not something Chu Zhou can figure out now!

He only knew that Taoist Xuan Zhen's shout not only cost him his own life, but also brought endless disasters to Xuan Zhen Temple.

……

Boom boom boom!
A dull knock on the door came from a distance. The other party used great force, and Chu Zhou could hear the sound even from a distance.

Then, an old voice came: "Who is it? It's getting late. If you want to pay your respects, please come back tomorrow."

But before the voice died down, there was a louder sound of banging on the door.

Then, there was the sound of a door opening, screams, noise, and shouts...

It seemed that quite a few people had broken in and were constantly approaching the main hall, with the footsteps getting closer and closer.

Chu Zhou thought for a moment and then stood up. Before he reached the entrance of the hall, the door had already been pushed open.

Two big men pulled the door open completely, and the wind blew in, causing the candlelight to flicker. More than a dozen strong men stood on both sides.

Finally, a more burly man walked in.

He was eight feet tall, half a head taller than the group of big men next to him. He was muscular all over and had a scar on his face across his left eye, making him look extremely ferocious.

He walked into the main hall, burned three incense sticks on his own, and inserted them into the incense burner without any respect, then looked around the Taoist temple.

That look definitely doesn't seem like one is paying homage, but rather it's like one is evaluating the value of Xuanzhen Temple?
Chu Zhou looked grim: "Who are you? Why are you causing trouble at my teacher's funeral?"

The big man finally lowered his head. He looked at Chu Zhou, who was at least a head shorter than him, with fierce eyes like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.

But in the blink of an eye, he smiled and said, "You are Taoist Xuanzhen's eldest disciple, Taoist Chuzhou Chu?"

"I am!"

Chu Zhou patiently asked, "I don't know, who are you?"

"The leader of the Four Seas Gang, Zou Wu, is nicknamed 'Iron Arm Ape' by the people in the underworld."

Chu Zhou frowned slightly and asked, "I don't remember any connection between Xuanzhen Temple and your Sihai Gang?"

"Haha, of course not before, but it's different now."

Zou Wu waved his hand and said, "Come out?"

Then, among the group of big men, a figure walked out timidly.

Chu Zhou took a closer look and recognized the person in the dim candlelight.

He asked in surprise, "Are you the owner of Zhan's Pharmacy, Mr. Li?"

"You know each other?"

Without waiting for the visitor to speak, Zou Wu laughed and said, "It's good that we know each other, and it will save us a lot of arguments.