The Terror of the Heavens Begins with Gu

Chapter 109 The Awakening of the Ghost Child and Changshan's Decision
Li Zhen reached out and pulled out the long needle from the top of the ghost fetus's head.

The demon fetus let out a strange cry, and as its sharp teeth opened and closed, the tentacles beneath it consciously twitched.

The other needles were gradually forced out of the body by the ghost fetus itself.

After the last iron needle fell off the ghost fetus, the bloody light on the ghost fetus gradually disappeared, and it returned to its original appearance.

A moment later, the tentacles of the demon fetus grabbed the wall of the iron barrel and slowly crawled out of it.

The gaping maw, filled with terrifying fangs, opened, revealing the grotesque face of the ghost fetus before Li Zhen's eyes.

Her deep yellow eyes opened, and her two vertical pupils met Li Zhen's eyes.

In those eerie eyes, Li Zhen didn't see the rejection and murderous intent he had seen before, only curiosity and closeness, as well as the inherent violence of the ghost fetus.

A long tentacle stretched out and affectionately touched Li Zhen's arm.

The moment Li Zhen touched the arm, he felt a strange emotion.

That emotion wasn't his; it belonged to the treacherous entity before him.

This fetus is similar to an infant, with confused thoughts and only simple emotions.

Li Zhen reached out and touched the ghost fetus's slippery tentacles.

He noticed that after establishing a connection with the ghost fetus, a strange aura emanating from it flowed into his body.

Li Zhen looked at his right hand, which had touched the ghost fetus, and noticed that the skin on his arm had become wrinkled.

It wasn't just wrinkled; the skin looked like it was covered in mud, turning a strange brown color.

But after Li Zhen withdrew his hand, thanks to his body's powerful regenerative abilities, the wrinkled skin returned to its original state.

This aura is neither yin energy nor resentment...

Li Zhen looked thoughtfully at his hand, which had completely returned to normal.

After Zhou Tong took control of the ghost fetus, his body also underwent similar changes.

As an ordinary person, Zhou Tong does not have the physical regeneration ability of Li Zhen, so he looks older day by day.

Having first used black magic to fight someone, and then sat in front of the ghost fetus for so long, Li Zhen was quite exhausted and didn't have much time to study this.

The aura emanating from the ghost fetus is definitely related to witchcraft.

It's not too late to find a solution to this problem once he's mastered the basics of witchcraft.

Li Zhen has many problems, but he doesn't care about this one.

Li Zhen got up and went to his coffin, then rolled over and lay down inside.

The cool sensation enveloped his entire body, making Li Zhen feel extremely comfortable.

The ghost fetus climbed onto Li Zhen's coffin and curiously looked at Li Zhen inside.

After giving the ghost child the order not to leave the basement, Li Zhen sent a few more text messages to Fatty Huang before falling asleep.

……

Without a moment's rest, the old Taoist Xuan Gui returned to Changshan from Dongyang City without stopping after leaving the teahouse.

Changshan was much more lively than when he left. In addition to the young Taoist priest, there were five or six more Taoist priests who rushed back with great concern.

All five men appeared to be middle-aged. Three of them looked to be around the same age as Daoist Mingzhen, while the other two were older.

Xuan Gui Dao Ren had already communicated with them on the way, but now that he had returned, he was questioned about all sorts of details.

After Xuan Gui Daoist finished answering the questions one by one, a Daoist with a sour face and drooping eyebrows said, "Zhi Ling did not commit any serious crime. He has already suffered enough to atone for it. Ming Zhen is still unconscious and seriously injured... It is very inappropriate for my uncle to hand Zhi Ling over to someone else to deal with."

As he spoke, he sighed, "After all, this is the only bloodline left by my master."

Xuan Gui Dao Ren retorted without any politeness: "Your master gave birth to him but didn't raise him. He just let him roam freely outside. Later, he brought him back to the mountain, but died a few years later, leaving behind such a scourge."

"If you ask me, it would be a good thing to hand over Wu Zhiling sooner rather than later, otherwise he will definitely cause trouble again."

The Taoist with the bushy eyebrows said, "Strict discipline is the way to go; Junior Brother Wu Zhiling's nature is..."

"You're going to take care of this?" Xuan Gui Daoist said bluntly. "If he commits another offense, will you be responsible?"

The Taoist priest with the slanted eyebrows was so rebuked that he dared not speak.

The other Taoists exchanged glances, and one of them, a man with a thick beard, said in a loud voice, "But we in Changshan don't have the lower volume of the 'Spiritual Methods and Talismans' either. What should we do if that person wants us to hand it over?"

Another person chimed in, "None of us have ever heard of such a book. If our martial uncle hadn't known about it, we would have thought that person was looking for trouble."

Xuan Gui Daoist said, "I know where to look."

Everyone looked at Daoist Xuan Gui.

Xuan Gui Daoist pointed to the back of the main hall: "If you dig up your master's grave, you might be able to find that book."

“When your master was buried, a lot of his personal belongings were buried with him. You should all remember that there were several boxes that were sealed very well. He had asked them to be sealed in his tomb before he died. Nobody knows what was inside, but maybe that book was among them.”

After he finished speaking, he added, "When I went up the mountain, your grandmaster mentioned that book. Later, the book should have fallen into the hands of your master, and then no one mentioned it anymore."

The five Taoist priests all frowned.

After coughing, Daoist Xuan Gui continued, "If your master had something this important, based on my understanding of him, he certainly wouldn't have the heart to destroy the patriarch's hard work, but if he didn't want to pass the book down, then he would have taken it with him."

"If your master doesn't have it, then you can go back a few generations..."

"That's inappropriate!" The bearded Taoist interrupted Xuan Gui. "Whenever we Changshan disciples encounter trouble, we ask our ancestors for help. How can we dig up their graves now? This is extremely inappropriate!"

Xuan Gui Daoist said dismissively, "In the past, whenever you encountered trouble, you would ask the Ancestral Master for help, and no one thought it was inappropriate. Now you are also in trouble, but you are just asking their corpses to come out and help. What's wrong with that?"

"Your master, to put it nicely, is a kind person; to put it bluntly, he's easily influenced. Even if you dig up his grave or grind his bones to dust, he won't do anything if you apologize."

Another Taoist hesitated and said, "But if Master really hid that thing, does it mean that Master doesn't want it to be born?"

Master Xuan Gui shook his head: "It's just a book. Even if it gets out, the sky won't fall down."

Another person said, "Uncle-Master really can't guess where that person came from? Is his ghost really that terrifying?"

Thinking of Li Xiangwen and those ghostly creatures, Xuan Gui Daoist's expression turned grave: "Extremely terrifying."

Someone else wanted to speak, but Xuan Gui Dao Ren waved his hand to interrupt them: "Listen to me on this matter. First, go and ask the patriarchs for their permission. If they agree, we will choose a suitable time to start digging from your master's grave."

The hexagram obtained by tossing the divination divination blocks can only reveal whether the patriarch agrees or disagrees with the matter being inquired about.

Over the years, when the disciples of Changshan asked the patriarch for help, they only received the patriarch's magical power, not his consciousness.

Having said all that, the Taoist priests no longer objected.

The young Taoist priest suddenly said, "Brothers, if we open our master's tomb, what should we do if some... terrifying things buried with him are dug up?"

The bearded Taoist said, "They've been sealed for so long, haven't those things been reduced to ashes yet? My master said they should be gone in three or four years."

"Who knows?" Daoist Xuan Gui stroked his chin. "Let's dig it out and see. Who knows, there might be a surprise."

He cleared his throat, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the group, and said in a serious voice, "Mingzhen handled this matter poorly. If we had won, it would have been fine. We could have paid some compensation, given them a lesson about not using evil magic to harm people, and that would have been the end of it."

"But if this situation is not handled properly, the trouble will only get bigger and bigger."

“You are all people who have cultivated for so many years, you are not greenhorns. Sometimes you see things more clearly than I do. You know very well who should bear what responsibility in this matter.”

"None of you objected to my opinion, is it because we have no one to reason with in this matter, and it would only be more embarrassing to talk about it? Otherwise, why would you have so easily agreed to dig up your master's remains?"

The Taoist priests didn't look too happy.

Master Xuan Gui sighed sadly: "Your master was proficient in Zi Wei Dou Shu, and perhaps he could have foreseen this before he died... No, no, he could only foresee others, not himself. If he could foresee everything, he wouldn't have raised such a bastard."

Upon hearing Xuan Gui Daoist's words, the Daoists all felt melancholy.

After a moment of silence, one of the Taoists asked, "Uncle-Master, now that this matter has been resolved, how should Changshan deal with its relationship with that person?"

The old Taoist Xuan Gui said with little interest, "Let's keep to ourselves and deal with things later."

"Don't worry unnecessarily. If he does something bad, he will be punished by heaven. Like I just said, the sky won't fall down. If it were going to fall, it would have fallen long ago."

"As for Wu Zhiling, you guys figure out a way to stall him for a while. If you can't, then forget about it."

"Mingxu, take the divination cup and go ask the patriarch for his opinion."

……

After an unknown amount of time, Li Zhen was awakened by a series of exclamations.

He opened his eyes, slowly sat up from inside the coffin, picked up his phone and glanced at it. Seven or eight hours had passed; it was late at night. Fatty Huang had replied to a few text messages.

Li Zhen glanced at the message but didn't reply.

After putting down his phone, Li Zhen climbed out of the coffin.

Having been tense for so long, Li Zhen finally relaxed and felt as if he had been reborn.

The late night is when the yin energy is at its strongest, and Li Zhen's body becomes more active due to the stimulation of this yin energy.

It's starting to look more and more like a ghost...

Li Zhen dragged his stiff body a few steps.

The little ghost, who was chasing and playing with the ghost fetus, ran up to Li Zhen and boasted to him, "I scared that old man pretty badly!"

It kept clutching that tattered rag doll in its hand.

The "old man" likely refers to the Taoist Xuan Gui.

The chasing demonic fetus wrapped itself around Li Zhen's leg, and the eyes behind its sharp teeth also looked at Li Zhen.

"Well done, here's a reward for you." Li Zhen picked up the old Polaroid camera from the ground.

"What is this?" The kid excitedly caught the camera, played with it for a while, but still couldn't figure out what it was for.

After returning from the mission world, this guy's memory was wiped clean, and he completely forgot the few missions he had silently completed.

Fortunately, Li Zhen, the master, still had a conscience and did not contribute to the little devil's merit.

Feeling like he was a good person, Li Zhen briefly explained to Xiao Gui how to take photos.

After mastering the trick, the little devil took the first photo of Li Zhen and the coffin.

As the photo popped up from the camera, the little guy's eyes narrowed into slits with laughter: "This is fun! This is fun! I love this!"

Li Zhen reminded him at the right moment: "Ten tasks for one reward. Calculate for yourself how many tasks you owe?"

The little devil's face froze, and he stretched out his right hand, his face full of worry as he began to calculate.

The demon fetus stretched out its tentacles and stealthily reached for the little demon.

Li Zhen looked at the ghost fetus and stopped it from taking any further action.

The play between the ghost fetus and the little ghost is not a simple chase and fight; hidden beneath the play is the cruel act of catching up with you and eating you.

When the demon fetus looked at the little demon, its eyes revealed naked hunger; it was chasing the little demon because it wanted to eat it.

The kid himself knew this.

However, among ghosts, the concept of cruelty does not exist, nor do they consider it a problem.

Fortunately, the ghost fetus has a physical form, so no matter how fierce it is, it cannot catch up with the little ghost, which is a pure ghost.

If a ghost fetus could freely transform between a ghost's formless body and its current physical form, then this thing would definitely be even more terrifying than it is now, and a little ghost like it would be one bite at a time.

The white bone that the little devil had taken away was brought back and put back in its original place.

The mahjong ghost stayed quietly nestled among the bones.

The mother ghost moth, wary of the ghost fetus, perched on the wall opposite Li Zhen, not daring to come closer. Only after sensing Li Zhen's call did she fly to his hand and convey her hunger to him.

The chicken that had been killed earlier hadn't rotted yet, and Li Zhen didn't have anything to feed it.

Waiting another day or two won't hurt...

Detective Li placed the Ghost Face Moth Mother inside the coffin.

Picking up the small book written by Tirapa from the ground, he walked out of the basement with the ghost child.

The red-eyed bat, which had almost finished devouring the eagle owl's carcass, grew even larger, and in a short period of time, its aura became even more ferocious than before.

She sensed the gaze of Detective Li and the Ghost Child.

The red-eyed bat opened its eyes, glanced at Li Zhen, then looked at the ghost fetus, letting out a series of faint "squeaks".

The ghost fetus was so frightened that it hid behind Li Zhen.

Of all the strange creatures in the basement, this ghost fetus only showed fear and apprehension towards the demonic statue and the red-eyed bat.

We need to find a way to restrict the ghost fetus's range of movement...

Despite having "fetus" in its name, this creature is even more difficult to control than the red-eyed bat.

As long as the red-eyed bat's will is suppressed, it won't cause any trouble.

The ghost fetus's emotions change very quickly, and it has a strong curiosity and desire to explore. Even if it obeys you, it may still cause some unexpected things at times.

If he didn't control it, Li Zhen worried that he would wake up one day to find that the guy had eaten something he shouldn't have.

Upon reaching the altar, Li Zhen examined the photograph that had been nailed to the coffin.

Several hours later, the photo became clearer.

Li Zhen reached out and gently placed his hand on the coffin nails, chanting a spell to bless them.

He was very interested in Changshan's next reaction.

If Changshan chooses to continue breaking his "Long-haired Curse," what kind of magic will he use?
Changshan has a profound cultural heritage; it must have many interesting methods...

Remembering that the pile of clutter hadn't been dealt with yet, Li Zhen returned to the coffin, packed the Bagua mirror, peach wood sword, and other items into a bag, and carried it out of the basement.

The room that was originally used to store magical artifacts and talismans had all its windows shattered when Li Zhen was meditating on the spider demon, so it is no longer suitable for storing anything.

Li Zhen cleared out his original bedroom to store miscellaneous items, including magical artifacts.

After sorting and putting everything away, he planned to find a few talismans that could ward off evil spirits and have the little ghost give them to Li Xiangwen.

But after a few glances, Li Zhen suddenly realized that he himself was the biggest evil spirit.

Giving Li Xiangwen this kind of talisman is useless; as long as he or the little ghost appears, the talisman will definitely be rendered useless.

No slacking off...

Li Zhen went to the study and prepared a pen and a blue cloth.

After adjusting his breathing, he used chicken blood as ink, visualized the image of a bat-faced demon in his mind, and drew strange Javanese characters on the blue cloth.

The talismans he drew were obtained from Magusu and could be used to protect against evil spirits.

More importantly, as long as the talisman is broken, Li Zhen will be able to sense it.

Now that Li Xiangwen has stepped into the limelight, the dangers he faces are greater than before, so naturally, we need to strengthen our protection of him.

Li Zhen had read the books passed down in Li Xiangwen's family.

Much of what's written there is legitimate Taoist cultivation methods.

Li Xiangwen has been practicing for so long but has not even mastered the basics, which shows that he has no talent at all.

Not only could he not follow the orthodox path, but he also couldn't follow some of the unorthodox paths described in the book that didn't require as much talent, which shows how poor Li Xiangwen's talent was.

He hasn't encountered any ghosts in all these years, probably because he's too incompetent; even if he did encounter ordinary wandering spirits, he wouldn't be able to see them.

It wasn't until the little ghost controlled by Li Zhen appeared that he became aware of the ghost's existence for the first time.

Li Zhen had seen many ghosts, but he knew that ghosts in the real world were still very rare. If it weren't for his special experiences, he probably would have died without ever having encountered a ghost, just like Li Xiangwen.

For Li Zhen, whether Li Xiangwen has talent or not is not important; what is important is that Li Xiangwen is a smart person with whom he can get along well, and that is the most valuable thing.

After drawing the talisman, Li Zhen called over the little ghost who was deep in thought and pinching his fingers, and asked the little ghost to take the talisman, which was folded into a triangle, to Li Xiangwen.

Seeing that the little ghost was a little afraid of the talisman, Li Zhen put the talisman into an envelope before handing it to the little ghost.

The little devil, clutching the corner of the envelope, disappeared into the room.

The tentacles of the catching demon missed their target and instead grabbed the chair beneath Li Zhen.

Li Zhen got up and took the little book written by Tirapa to the desk.

I've been back for quite some time now, and finally I have time to seriously read this book.

(End of this chapter)