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Chapter 239: Die under peonies, and be a ghost even if you are romantic

Roger shrugged: "Traditional magic."

Upon hearing this, Wen Cai's eyes lit up: "Traditional magic is actually this powerful?"

"I want to learn too!"

Qiu Sheng rolled his eyes and couldn't help but complain, "Didn't you understand human language?"

"Traditional magic is traditional magic; it's not something that can be called traditional magic just because it has a name."

Uncle Nine was furious as he watched his two good-for-nothing apprentices talking at cross purposes.

Are you two ignorant fools here to make a joke?
But because there were outsiders present, Uncle Nine restrained himself from lashing out, only letting out a cold snort and kicking each of them once:
"Stop making a fool of yourself here, go help move the graves."

The two stumbled and almost tumbled into the grave.

As Wencai ran, he muttered to himself, "Is Master afraid that we'll learn real skills and take his job?"

Qiu Sheng patted him on the shoulder: "You're overthinking it. Master just thinks you're embarrassing people outside."

On the other hand, Ren Fa's attitude has made a complete 180-degree turn.

Just moments ago he looked at Roger with disdain, but now he's all smiles.

"My dear son-in-law, Tingting told me that you have the magic to make the dead jump around?"

Upon hearing this, Ren Tingting's face instantly turned red to the roots of her ears.

"father!"

How could you say that? Don't they have any pride?

Ren Fa waved his hand: "It's only a matter of time."

Roger smiled and did not deny it: "Indeed, I have mastered some spells to resurrect the dead."

He looked at the coffin: "Mr. Ren, how about we try to revive your father?"

Upon hearing this, Ren Fa's face turned green again: "Oh dear, please don't!"

He didn't want to have another living father on his head.

It would be so nice if my own father were dead, so he could bless me with wealth from the afterlife.

Let's forget about resurrection.

This year, just burn more paper money for him.

Ren Fa spoke up, saying, "I'm talking about myself. I'm getting old, and I might need it sometime."

At this moment, Uncle Nine interjected, "This kind of magic goes against the principles of Yin and Yang and violates the laws of nature. Mr. Luo, it would be best to use it sparingly."

Roger nodded: "Uncle Nine is right."

Uncle Nine glanced at him and praised him:
"Mr. Luo is so young, yet he possesses such magical powers."

"How about we discuss the matter of cultivation another day?"

Roger cupped his hands and smiled, "No problem, Uncle Nine, you're too kind."

Because Roger slapped Old Master Ren and dispersed his yin energy, he became much more docile.

During the relocation of the grave, let alone the corpse rising from the dead, it didn't even jump around.

Soon, the men worked together to transport the coffin to Uncle Nine's mortuary.

Ren Fa patted his chest with a relieved expression: "Finally, things are peaceful."

He turned to Roger and Uncle Nine and said with a smile, "Tonight it's my treat, let's go to the best restaurant in town for dinner!"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai's eyes lit up immediately, and they were about to join in for a free meal, but Uncle Jiu glared at them and stopped them.
"You two stay here and watch the coffin."

Qiu Sheng looked aggrieved: "Master, everything's taken care of, what else is there to look at?"

"Why would a dead person be afraid of being robbed?"

Wencai muttered to himself, "Yeah, this coffin is cleaner than my house right now."

But Uncle Nine ignored their murmurs and left the mortuary with Roger and the others.

The two men stood with their heads down at the entrance of the mortuary, watching Roger and his group leave.

After they had walked away, Wen Cai sighed, "Senior brother, tell me, is this fair?"

"While our master is out enjoying fine food and drink, we're stuck here guarding an old man who almost came back to life."

Qiu Sheng nodded: "It is quite unfair."

Wencai continued to sigh, "Why is our life so miserable?"

Qiu Sheng, however, was absent-minded. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he patted Wen Cai on the shoulder:

"Junior brother, my parents miss me and want me to go home."

"You stay here and keep a close eye on Old Master Ren." With that, he turned and tried to slip away.

Wen Cai grabbed him: "Senior brother, aren't you staying at your aunt's house?"

Qiu Sheng, without blushing or skipping a beat, said, "What I just said was that my aunt misses me."

Wencai wanted to ask more questions, but Qiusheng had already disappeared.

Qiu Sheng didn't go home at all; instead, he went to meet his beloved Miss Dong in secret.

Some time ago, he played the hero and rescued a beautiful young lady named Dong Xiaoyu.

Moved by his kindness, Ms. Dong took him home, intending to repay him with her own body.

Thus, the two began their secret rendezvous.

During this period, whenever Qiu Sheng had free time, he would go to her place, which made him increasingly thin, his face turned pale, and he even walked a little unsteadily.

But he still enjoys it immensely.

As the saying goes, "To die beneath the peony is to die a romantic death."

……

As night fell, the streets of Renjia Town were sparsely lit, with only the occasional bark of a dog.

After the banquet, Roger, Uncle Nine, and the Ren family father and daughter walked out of the restaurant together.

Ren Fa smiled at Roger and said, "My dear son-in-law, you don't have a place to stay in town yet, do you?"

"How about we stay at the Ren family's house for the night?"

Upon hearing this, Ren Tingting looked at Roger with a shy expression and her eyes were full of anticipation.

But Roger said at that moment, "Tonight I want to talk to Uncle Nine about cultivation."

“We who cultivate the Tao must exchange our experiences.”

Upon hearing this, Ren Tingting's smile instantly froze.

"Huh? You're not going back to the Ren family tonight?"

Roger countered, "Huh? When did I say I was going to stay at the Ren family's place?"

Ren Tingting was immediately displeased and her gaze drifted towards Uncle Jiu.

That old geezer, at his age, is still trying to steal my man?
Uncle Nine seemed to sense the murderous aura emanating from the girl and involuntarily shivered.

But he was indeed very curious about Roger.

He was completely baffled by the method that had just dispelled the yin energy, but he was deeply shocked by it.

So, despite the girl's murderous intent, Uncle Nine nodded: "Since Mr. Luo wants to talk, then I will naturally keep you company."

Seeing this, Ren Fa, quite sensibly, patted his daughter on the shoulder:

"Tingting, we don't understand the affairs of Taoist cultivators."

"After they've finished talking, let your son-in-law go to your room... uh, no, I mean let him come to our house to rest."

Ren Tingting agreed, but still muttered under her breath in dissatisfaction.

After saying goodbye, Roger drove Uncle Nine back to the mortuary.

However, as they passed through a desolate wilderness, Roger suddenly stopped the car and looked toward a cemetery in the distance.

Uncle Nine noticed his unusual behavior and asked:

"Mr. Luo, what's wrong?"

Roger smiled, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes:
"Uncle Jiu, your apprentice is quite skilled, just like Ning Caichen."

Uncle Nine was taken aback: "Ning Caichen? What Ning Caichen?"

Roger pointed ahead.

Uncle Nine looked in that direction, his brows gradually furrowing.

He soon realized that something was wrong.

That cemetery has an extremely heavy yin energy.

Moreover, there was a faint trace of yang energy mixed in.

Uncle Nine's expression changed as he recalled Roger's words, and his voice trembled slightly.

"You mean..."

"My apprentice slept with a ghost too?"

(End of this chapter)