Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 141 Daoist Mingyu: Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio Come True
Gu Zhao, along with Zhuo Qingyan and Xiu Niang, strolled around Xiuyue County, while several Taoist priests worked in Changping Prefecture.

Changbei Town, Wuhe County.

"Young master, wait a moment. I see that your eyes are dark and your forehead is gloomy. Your heart fire is weak and you are physically weak. Have you encountered something unclean?"

"Go away, go away! You're so secretive and alarmist. I've seen plenty of people like you. Get out of here, I'm perfectly healthy!"

"When liver fire is excessive and kidney water is surging, the conflict between water and fire may seem like a boiling cauldron, but in reality, it lacks the strength to sustain itself. This is a sign of impending death. If you do not heed my advice, young master, you may face a bloody disaster!"

"Believe it or not, if you don't get out of my way, there will be bloodshed right now!"

"May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings! It's alright, young master, please feel at ease. I am staying at the Yuelai Inn at the entrance of the town. If you see anything on your way home today and feel frightened or terrified, you may come to me."

Yan Wenhong shook his head, feeling his brain, which had been drunk at noon, suddenly become clear. Even the things in front of him seemed to become clearer. He couldn't help but turn around and found that the old man in blue robes who had just been talking to him was gone.

"Hmm?" Yan Wenhong exclaimed, carefully recalling what he had just heard. "He just said... something about an inn?"

Unable to think of anything at the moment, Yan Wenhong didn't mind and leisurely returned home, where a pretty woman came out to greet him.

"Husband!"

"My beautiful daughter!"

"I made soup for my husband. Please drink more and get a good rest tonight."

"With my beautiful wife by my side, how can I possibly rest well, hahaha!"

It was already dark when Yan Wenhong, overcome with lust, took his newlywed wife back to the room. Before they could even sit down and make a move, the woman picked up a bowl of soup from the side of her. "Husband, drink the soup first, then we'll make our way to each other."

"Good, good, good!" Yan Wenhong took the soup bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and then felt his body slowly replenishing its strength. His body gradually became restless, and even his brain, which had been somewhat clear just moments before, became somewhat murky.

"Hmm?" But Yan Wenhong still noticed something was wrong. The soup, which usually tasted sweet, had a slightly bitter taste today.
"What's wrong?" the woman asked softly.

"It's nothing." Yan Wenhong shook his head, thinking about how he had been full of energy lately, which was indeed due to his new wife's nourishing soups and medicinal herbs. "Next time, I'll add more frosting sugar."

The woman's eyes flashed, and she asked, "Did you run into anyone today, my husband?"

Yan Wenhong shook his somewhat cloudy head. His mind was preoccupied with matters of love and sex, and he had long forgotten what had just happened. He simply shook his head and said, "They are teachers and classmates, we see them every day!"

The woman looked Yan Wenhong up and down for a moment, but found nothing amiss, so she nodded in agreement, "Okay."

Upon hearing the woman's reply, Yan Wenhong reached out and put his arm around his wife's slender waist, smiling as he said, "It's getting late, let's go back to our room!"

The woman did not resist, and the two of them cuddled together as they moved from the hall back to the bedroom, where they then pounced on the bed.

Yan Wenhong hurriedly took off his clothes, while the woman teasingly moved closer to him.

The next moment, a cool breeze seemed to fill the room, and Yan Wenhong felt a sudden clarity before his eyes. Then he saw that the beautiful woman so close to him had suddenly changed her appearance.

His eyes were fierce, his mouth was twisted in a grotesque manner, and he looked at me as if I were his prey waiting to be slaughtered.

"Ah!" Yan Wenhong screamed, hurriedly pushed the woman away, got out of bed, and in his panic, overturned the bedding and the stool next to him, making a lot of noise.

"Husband?" The woman hurriedly got up, a strange light flashing in her eyes, and reached out to pull Yan Wenhong.

But in Yan Wenhong's view, it was a ferocious ghost stretching out its sharp claws at him, as if it wanted to grab him and kill him.

Just then, stimulated by the yin energy, Yan Wenhong felt a cool sensation between his brows. Then, a burst of true qi suddenly emanated from his body, protecting him while simultaneously causing the woman's fingertips to feel a burning sensation. "Hmm?" The woman abruptly withdrew her hand, her eyes widening. "Who exactly did you encounter earlier?"

As soon as he spoke, Yan Wenhong suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Every word of his conversation with the person he had just met on the left came clearly into his mind. At the same time, because of the woman's words, he had no more doubts.

Yan Wenhong turned and ran!
The woman reached out and grabbed, but her fingertips felt a burning sensation again. She looked at Yan Wenhong, who had crashed into the door frame without seeming to feel any pain and was running out of the door yelling. A fierce glint flashed in her eyes, but she did not follow him. Instead, she concealed her aura and walked into the main hall with a smile.

……

Yan Wenhong rushed out of his house in a panic, heading straight for the Yuelai Inn at the town entrance without looking back. Ignoring the surprised looks from the people around him, he ran past three or four blocks and finally arrived at his destination.

As soon as he entered, Yan Wenhong saw the old monk he had met by the roadside not long ago. The monk was wearing a blue robe, was thin and looked frail, but had a childlike mischievous smile on his face, as if he had already foreseen that Yan Wenhong would come to ask him for help.

"You've arrived?" Master Mingyu looked at Yan Wenhong, who had a gash on his forehead from which blood was flowing, and said with a smile, "Didn't I tell you you were going to have a bloody disaster?"

Yan Wenhong collapsed to the ground, crying, "Master, save me! Master, save me!"

Master Mingyu shook his head, smiled, and asked directly, "Who's the ghost in your house?"

Seeing that the old man had revealed the secret, Yan Wenhong had no more doubts. He just cried out, "It's my wife, my newlywed wife! She's still at home! Please, Master, save her!"

"Tsk tsk, this is truly a case of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio coming to life!" Master Mingyu chuckled knowingly, looking Yan Wenhong up and down with his disheveled clothes, and teased, "You haven't even started yet, have you?"

Yan Wenhong was taken aback by what he heard, not knowing what Master Mingyu meant.

"Being stuck halfway through is very uncomfortable," Master Mingyu said considerately. "Why don't you go back first, finish what you need to do, and I'll come over later?"

Yan Wenhong felt like he wanted to die. He couldn't say a word, and just knelt down and kept kowtowing.

After joking around and receiving a kneel from Yan Wenhong, Master Mingyu didn't let it interfere with his business. He stood up and said, "Let's go. Take me to your house. Hopefully, this ghost has a lot of malevolent energy, so I don't make a wasted trip."

Seeing Master Mingyu get up, Yan Wenhong finally breathed a sigh of relief. He then cautiously got up, panting as he straightened his clothes. Covered in sweat, he led Master Mingyu home.

But when he arrived at his house and saw his newlywed wife sitting leisurely in the front hall through the still-open gate, Yan Wenhong was so frightened that his legs went weak and he dared not enter the house no matter what.

Upon seeing the woman sitting calmly in front of the hall, Master Mingyu's eyes lit up.

Similarly, upon seeing Master Mingyu appear, the woman revealed a sinister smile, "I didn't chase after you because I was waiting for you to walk right into my trap. You old sorcerer who has only cultivated a little bit of shallow magic power dares to meddle in my affairs."

"You have broken my time to absorb the essence of the Three Yangs and cultivate your technique. I will extract your soul and refine your spirit, torturing you for forty-nine days before you die!" The woman reached out and grabbed, and a gust of yin wind rose out of thin air.

Yan Wenhong felt a strong gust of wind blow from behind and staggered back into the courtyard. In a panic, he wanted to turn around for help, but found that the old monk had also entered.

Yan Wenhong's eyes were bloodshot, and he was filled with intense regret. He never expected that this old Taoist priest would be a mere show-off.

"Old man, you give me..."

Before the woman could finish speaking, she saw the old monk opposite her reach into his robes and toss out three paper figures.

The paper figure floated lightly in mid-air, suddenly glowing. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into three divine figures within the light, and then flew into the main hall in an instant. They gathered the divine essence of incense, exuding a majestic and righteous aura, and pointed a sword, a whip, and a spear at the woman.

"I am a Heavenly Warrior of the Great Luo Palace!"

"Monster! Die!"

(End of this chapter)