Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 273 Two-star Lao Huang has hope!

This supernatural outbreak is not going to resurrect all the dead in the form of ghosts. If that were the case, the world would be filled with ghosts and there would be no room for them to settle down.

However, there are quite a few who have been revived. Many beings who have had some fame in the past one or two hundred years, or martial arts masters, or characters with a relatively strong presence in the gold world, have a chance of being revived in the form of ghosts, and this revival does not happen overnight, but is a continuous process.

These ghosts are afraid of light, fire, lightning and other positive energies, but at the same time they have various special features that living people do not have. No one has yet been able to figure out the stable rules behind their specific strengths.

We can only roughly know that those guys who were very famous during their lifetime will become ghosts after death and have more and stronger extraordinary abilities.

But it is not absolute. Just like the emperors of all dynasties in various countries were not unknown people, but after these emperors turned into ghosts, some were strong and some were weak.

For example, Song Huizong who was resurrected in the ruins of Wuguo City, he has a great reputation, but as a ghost... he is still a rubbish ghost with insufficient ability. He is severely bullied by other ghosts and becomes a laughing stock in a certain area.

Although the ghosts have not been revived for long yet, the impact on the entire world is undoubted.

This impact manifests itself in all aspects, and will even gradually reshuffle the original order and rules as time goes by.

Now, the world is divided into Mongolia, Song and other countries, but perhaps in a few years, it will be divided into humans and ghosts.

The differences in the forms of expression between living people and ghosts destined them to go their separate ways.

Nowadays, many people are happy to see their old friends again and the dead return.

But perhaps in a few years, the view will be completely opposite.

It can be said that beneath the turbulent waves, there are actually even greater storms hidden.

Some far-sighted people have become anxious about the current situation.

Ghosts have many obvious weaknesses, but their advantages are also very clear. If there is a large-scale conflict between living people and ghosts, even if a team is composed of martial arts masters, the chances of gaining an advantage are very low, and it is more likely to be a one-sided massacre.

What's more, ghosts have all kinds of strange abilities. Who knows if one day, these ghosts will suddenly overcome their weaknesses such as fear of fire and light by relying on some special features and become invulnerable?
If this is true, then where is the place for living people to survive in this world?

Naturally, in this situation, those Taoists and monks, who were originally half-believing and half-doubting what they had learned, also grabbed the scriptures and talismans and began to study them, hoping to find a solution.

But even if the thing is really useful, the limitations of the world itself make it really fake.

For example, some talismans require the help and response of the gods in heaven to take effect. Even if they are real, if the gods in heaven don't care, it will be a waste of effort and it will not have any effect at all.

The changes are so complex and varied that it is difficult to fully explain them for the time being.

At this moment on Peach Blossom Island, Huang Yaoshi applied a large amount of wrinkle-smoothing ointment on his face, and then walked hesitantly towards the ghost of his wife Feng Heng.

Looking at the beautiful figure that overlapped with the one in his memory, Huang Yaoshi stood there, speechless for a moment, but he turned around and left without any more fear.

When he was young, he might not have been so affectionate towards his wife Feng Heng. At that time, he was brave and aggressive, and wanted to be the best. All he cared about was martial arts and fame and fortune. It was not until Feng Heng died because of him that he regretted it deeply.

This is the case with many things in the world. When you have it, you don’t know how to cherish it, and then you regret it when you lose it.

As smart as Huang Yaoshi was, he made a mediocre choice, just like countless vulgar people he looked down upon, and lived half his life in regret and pain.

To this day, he can't tell his feelings for Feng Heng, whether it's more regret, or remorse, or maybe more love.

Huang Yaoshi swallowed his saliva to moisten his throat, pushed aside the flower branches in front of him, and finally called out, "Ah Heng!"

Feng Heng's ghost, as if it had just discovered Huang Yaoshi, turned around prettily and smiled sweetly.

Her smile, blending with the peach blossoms all over the ground, dazzled Huang Yaoshi's eyes.

In a trance, Huang Yaoshi seemed to have returned to many years ago.

Looking at this dreamy smile, Huang Yaoshi's eyes were suddenly blurred by tears.

Once people get older, many of their mentalities will change.

Some people become more vicious as they get older, while others become softer.

Huang Yaoshi is the latter.

Although he was violent and eccentric when he was young, he became more restrained and controlled as he got older.

In the original story line of The Return of the Condor Heroes, Li Mochou provoked him, but he did not care about it. He just taught Yang Guo the magical power of snapping fingers and drove Li Mochou away.

If Li Mochou had been able to escape alive when she was young, it would have been because Old Huang was merciful.

"Pharmacist! You are old!"

"How come there are so many wrinkles on your face that even ointment can't cover them." Feng Heng said to Huang Yaoshi with a smile, but her smile also showed a bit of bitterness. She is a ghost... As everyone knows, ghosts generally don't have tears.

Of course, if a ghost sheds tears, then these tears are not ordinary things. They are a kind of rare spiritual material with many uses.

However, there is not even one ghost among a hundred thousand or a million who has the opportunity and ability to shed tears. Otherwise, there would definitely be a large number of evil cultivators who would imprison some ghosts and torture them every day to force them to cry.

Huang Yaoshi wiped his cheek and said, "Yes! I'm old!"

"I'm old... In a blink of an eye, almost forty years have passed!"

"After almost forty years, we can still meet each other. God has been kind to us!" Feng Heng said playfully.

She was actually under 20 years old when she died, so even now that she has turned into a ghost, she still has some of the nature of a young girl, and her feelings are naturally not as deep as Huang Yaoshi's.

"Yes! Yes!" Huang Yaoshi said with emotion, and suddenly he was speechless.

He originally had a lot to say and wanted to tell his wife.

But now that we really meet, the gap given by time is spanned between the two, invisible and intangible but real.

There are many things that seem unnecessary to say.

Many things seem to need no explanation.

He could understand the joy in Feng Heng's eyes, but Feng Heng could not see the loneliness in his cloudy eyes.

Huang Rong was watching anxiously from behind, so she did not hesitate any longer and jumped out and said, "Dad! Mom! I've prepared a table of delicious food, let's eat and talk at the same time."

She had met her mother a long time ago. Huang Rong, who was actually older than her mother, was actually the one who comforted and soothed her mother's emotions.

"Well! Okay!" Huang Yaoshi nodded, thinking that maybe he could drink some wine. The wine should make his old body more excited, so that he could have more to say to his wife.

Huang Rong deliberately placed the wine and food in the pavilion so that they could enjoy the beautiful scenery and delicious food, which was conducive to activating the relationship between her parents.

Feng Heng is a ghost and cannot eat food with her mouth, but she can extract the aroma and flavor from the food, which is also a kind of enjoyment.

However, the food that she has "eaten" will become stale. Ordinary people can still eat it to fill their stomachs, but it will not have much taste, and eating too much will bring bad luck.

Generally speaking, with permission, eating the "offerings" of legitimate gods and Buddhas can bring blessings and longevity, but eating the leftovers of ghosts will accumulate bad luck.

Huang Rong didn’t know the intricacies of this, but she did a lot.

As soon as Huang Yaoshi came to the table, he drank two glasses of wine. The wine entered his stomach and he finally began to speak out the words that had been suppressed in his heart for half a lifetime.

Feng Heng propped her chin up with her hand, staring at Huang Yaoshi with her beautiful eyes and listening attentively. Although she didn't understand some of what he said, she would still nod in agreement from time to time, and at the same time she felt a little distressed.

She is a mother, but she has never raised a child. Listening to Huang Yaoshi talking about Huang Rong's childhood, she felt sad for missing out on her daughter's growth and also felt bitter for Huang Yaoshi's hard work.

Huang Yaoshi has no shortage of money or servants to serve him.

But raising a child is not just about keeping her well fed and clothed.

He got sick, fell down, could talk, became emotional, and started crying and making a fuss for his mom...

These trivialities may be happiness or hardship to the once proud and free Huang Yaoshi.

This small banquet for three people lasted about two or three hours.

After talking so much, Huang Yaoshi gradually became tired.

After all, he was old, and with so much mental and physical exhaustion, it was inevitable that he could not hold on any longer.

No matter how high your martial arts skills are, they cannot stop the erosion of time.

This is why, although the true qi of warriors is still widely used, Qiu Chuji defines it as "low-level energy".

It can hardly fight against time and the natural aging process.

“What a nice wine, what a nice dish!”

"Can you let me come over and have a glass of wine?" A voice suddenly came, interrupting the conversation between the family of three.

Before Huang Yaoshi could say anything, Huang Rong picked up the dog-beating stick on the corner of the table and asked, "Who are you, master?"

He loves wine and food. His style is a bit like Hong Qigong. However, Huang Rong is very familiar with Hong Qigong's voice, and this is definitely not the person who is speaking.

"My name is Xiaoyaozi!" The man fell from mid-air, wearing a green Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, like an old immortal.

Huang Yaoshi's expression changed when he looked at the visitor when he heard this.

He seemed to have heard or seen the name Xiaoyaozi somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

And the 'old immortal' who descended from the sky was not a ghost, but a living person with a shadow.

This surprised Huang Yaoshi a little.

There was actually someone who could hide from him and sneak onto the island without him noticing.

"Is it because, after seeing Ah Heng again today, I was so excited that I lost my level a little?" Huang Yaoshi asked himself, feeling unsure.

Huang Rong clasped her fists and said, "So it's Senior Xiaoyaozi. I've heard a lot about you!"

"Senior, you are a guest from afar, so I will treat you well. However, today is the day when my mother and father are chatting together, so it is not appropriate for outsiders to disturb you. You may as well come with me and settle down first. I will cook a few side dishes for you to satisfy your craving."

Huang Rong was not a smooth-talking person, and in her early years she was a veritable little vixen.

But after following Guo Jing in guarding Xiangyang for many years, he had a lot of interactions with various heroes in the martial arts world, and naturally became much more sophisticated over time.

"Little girl, you're not telling the truth. You don't even know me, but you say you've heard a lot about me!"

"Deserved punishment!"

After the old immortal said this, Huang Rong suddenly felt something hit her forehead. It didn't hurt...but her head was buzzing. She felt a little stupid and her eyes were dull.

Huang Yaoshi saw that Huang Rong was in trouble, so he did not hesitate. The jade flute flew out from his sleeve, and he used the move "Xiao Shi Riding the Dragon" without any worldly airs, but full of murderous intent.

Qiu Chuji watched Huang Yaoshi's sword strike and thought to himself, "What a great old Huang! This sword strike has a bit of a return to the original nature. If he were not old and weak, he would have been able to dominate the world with just this sword skill."

Then he sighed inwardly that time is ruthless.

Huang Yaoshi's swordsmanship skills are indeed more advanced, much stronger than that of Old Huang at the peak of his prime.

But if the two periods of Huang Yaoshi really fight, the middle-aged Huang can defeat the old Huang within fifty moves.

After all, fighting skills are a skill that involves brutality and violence. When one is old, his muscles and bones are weak, his qi and blood are depleted, and no matter how experienced or skilled he is, he will not be able to display much of the magic of fighting skills.

Huang Yaoshi is not the only one who feels this way.

Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng were actually similar in their later years.

If they did not have superb internal skills and had not practiced the Nine Yin Scriptures to some extent, they would have been lucky not to have to resort to fighting in their later years and to have not been plagued by injuries.

Snapped!
Qiu Chuji gently slapped Huang Yaoshi's jade flute away and said, "Wait a minute, I just made that little girl temporarily confused!"

"She's not stupid, but she lacks some perspective. If she hears what I'm going to say to you later, she'll definitely have a lot of calculus, which will be troublesome."

Qiu Chuji came to find Huang Yaoshi, not only because he had already recruited Old Huangs from two worlds in succession, and now wanted to recruit another Old Huang, to have a total of three Old Huangs so that he could form a two-star Old Huang in the future, but also because he wanted to train Yang Guo for the big show, as he was still lacking some actors.

Lao Huang is a good choice and is quite suitable. With a little guidance, he might be able to play a more significant role in the film.

Similarly, the changes in this world are bound to cause an imbalance between life and death. If the power of ghosts and monsters is not restricted, a catastrophe is inevitable in the near future.

Qiu Chuji still had some compassion in his heart, and could not bear to see the suffering of all living beings in the world just because of the test between him and the Immortal of the South Pole, so he wanted to teach some methods to check and balance ghosts through some means.

Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, and Master Yideng can all be his agents, because they are famous, have high seniority in the martial arts world, and are still alive. If these people spread the martial arts against ghosts and monsters, it will surely spread throughout the world in a short time.

Huang Yaoshi put his arms in his sleeves, his fingers felt numb and his wrists were shaking.

Looking at the old immortal in front of him who seemed older than him, he guessed that he could still fight him with all his strength for a few more moves.

He did not refute Qiu Chuji's words and waited quietly for what to come.

"Now the world has changed drastically. Although I have traveled all over the world and become a free-spirited wanderer, I cannot ignore everything after all."

"I have a few special secret techniques that I want to pass on to you. Please study them and then pass them on to people with aspirations all over the world!" Qiu Chuji said to Huang Yaoshi and casually took out three secret books.

Huang Yaoshi was a little surprised when he heard this.

After all, he was old and not as hot-tempered as before. Although he was unhappy that Qiu Chuji had temporarily beaten his daughter stupidly, he did not get angry at this moment. Instead, he took the three secret books first.

Huang Yaoshi had a vague premonition about the changes in the world, but he was also concerned that if there really was a way to target ghosts and monsters, then he should study it so as to provide some protection for Feng Heng and prevent her from being targeted by such means in the future.

"Soul-Locking Golden Needle, Great Yang Yuan Palm, and Impermanence Stick Technique?" Huang Yaoshi first looked at the names of the three secret books, then opened the Soul-Locking Golden Needle and started reading.

At first I just wanted to see what the big deal was.

Unexpectedly, I was so fascinated by it after seeing it.

Although the three secret books given by Qiu Chuji were only about martial arts and not internal strength, the methods of moving and rotating true energy involved in them had already given Huang Yaoshi great inspiration, allowing him to vaguely grasp a hint of the feeling.

(End of this chapter)