20demayo Chapter 26 You're fucking bragging!
Chapter 26 You're fucking bragging!
Pretty.
It is indeed beautiful.
In particular, her aloof and unapproachable demeanor has a fatal attraction for men.
After all, men love to conquer.
Especially if you can conquer this kind of woman, that would be the pinnacle of your life.
However, for Lu Yuan, it was alright.
After all, Lu Yuan still prefers Aunt Qin and Aunt Qiao'er.
A stunningly beautiful and sexy mature woman with heavy makeup, tall and voluptuous figure, and a captivating charm; her breasts are larger than her head and her buttocks are wider than her shoulders.
Lu Yuan had no worldly desires for this aloof and top-tier mature woman.
In particular, Lu Yuan felt that Shen Shulan was hostile towards him.
After all, it's just too obvious.
Chen Fushun has really stirred up a lot of hatred for himself these past two days.
"Shen Shulan of the Xiao generation from Wuqing Temple greets Uncle-Master Lu Yuan."
Just as Lu Yuan was pondering, Shen Shulan walked up to him, her clear, cold voice ringing out as she bowed slightly.
Lu Yuan: "???"
hold head high?
This... this is too polite?
Taoist priests outside the Great Wall who have a lineage are ranked according to their seniority based on the twenty-character mantra.
Uphold the ultimate truth of emptiness and clarity, cherish virtue and comprehend the profound truth.
The crane soars into the heavens, its pure essence pervading the past and present.
The old man belonged to the "He" generation, while Lu Yuan, as a direct disciple, belonged to the "Ling" generation.
Although Shen Shulan is the only daughter of Shen Jizhou, the abbot of Wuqing Temple and the Grand Celestial Master, she did not become her father's disciple.
Speaking of apprenticeship, there's no such thing as taking one's own father as an apprentice.
Instead, he sought out another renowned teacher and joined the "Xiao" generation.
According to the genealogy, she should indeed call Lu Yuan her senior uncle.
The issue is……
Who would recognize this thing?
The two of them are not from the same Taoist temple!
Moreover, Lu Yuan doesn't remember knowing Shen Shulan at all!
It's true that Lu Yuan and Shen Shulan met for the second time.
The first time I saw him was when Lu Yuan accompanied the old man to the annual Taoist Luotian Grand Ritual, and I caught a glimpse of him from afar across the sea of people.
Shen Shulan really had quite a grand entrance back then!
It wasn't just Shen Shulan's own reputation that contributed to this; it was also due to Shen Shulan's biological father, Shen Jizhou, the Grand Celestial Master.
Shen Shulan truly shines wherever she goes, like a star surrounded by its patrons.
But Lu Yuan didn't think that Shen Shulan had seen him in the crowd of ten thousand people.
Even if they saw themselves, they wouldn't remember such an insignificant nobody.
Upon careful consideration...
Damn!
It must be that Chen Fushun has somehow managed to provoke hatred in himself these past few days, offending this proud young woman quite badly.
They've thoroughly investigated their ancestors for eighteen generations, just waiting for this opportunity.
In Lu Yuan's opinion, Chen Fushun is also sick.
People from Wuqing Temple have come, so why don't you just let them help you with the arrangements?
Why wait for me to do it myself?
Lu Yuan's mind raced, but he quickly waved his hand and replied politely:
"You flatter me, Daoist Master. Please come inside and we'll talk."
Lu Yuan didn't think much of Shen Shulan's politeness.
The people of Wuqing Temple have always been good at putting on a show.
For example, when I first met Huang Guanmin in Ningyuan Town.
Huang Guanmin looked down on the Taoist priests from his small town, but he would still respond when Lu Yuan greeted him.
Shen Shulan is being polite on the surface, but he probably has a lot of pent-up frustration from the past few days inside.
That title, "Uncle-Master," might even sound a bit sarcastic...
The group entered the house and took their seats.
Village chief Chen Fushun immediately had three cups of hot tea brought over to warm up Lu Yuan and the other two.
As for Shen Shulan and his group, they were left out in the cold, without even a sip of cold water.
Shen Shulan's expression remained cold and indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger.
The faces of the Wuqing Temple disciples behind her were extremely grim, their jaws clenched.
Lu Yuan was speechless; Chen Fushun was openly trying to drive the people from Wuqing Temple away.
Lu Yuan was genuinely curious.
What were the people from Wuqing Temple doing?
Why is Chen Fushun so disliked?
"Have the three Taoist priests eaten yet? Would you like to have something to eat first?"
Chen Fushun looked at Lu Yuan and the other two and asked them.
Lu Yuan quickly waved his hand and said:
"Let's get down to business."
When the topic turned to business, Chen Fushun's smile vanished instantly. He sighed deeply and began to recount the tragic events that had occurred in the village with a sorrowful expression.
The initial encounter was similar to what Lu Yuan knew.
Those who are affected dream of hungry ghosts at night, and vomit incessantly upon waking, vomiting undigested offerings.
But starting with the sixth company, things completely spiraled out of control.
The deceased were Li Laifu and Chen Mancang's six-year-old grandson.
Neither of them lived to see dawn.
When he was found, he was already stiff.
His mouth was stuffed full of grave soil mixed with incense ash.
His stomach had been ripped open from the inside, leaving a gaping hole, like a bowl of flesh and blood filled with offerings.
It was full of semi-digested chicken heads, fish bones, and cake crumbs.
In the end, the man, who was over sixty years old, burst into tears, his voice trembling:
"Master, what can we do? One person dies every day! If this evil spirit isn't eliminated tonight, then tonight... tonight it will be..."
Before the village chief could finish speaking, one of the disciples from Wuqing Temple, looking utterly disappointed, scolded:
"Crying, crying, crying!"
"Someone died, and now you're crying?!"
"If you had followed our instructions earlier and cooperated with us, things wouldn't have turned out this way..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Shulan cast a cold glance at him.
The disciple choked, swallowing back the rest of his words, and reluctantly shut his mouth.
Hearing this, Lu Yuan felt a little curious.
What method?
But then he thought better of it and decided not to ask.
If I were to bring it up, the other side would probably start making sarcastic remarks immediately.
"Oh, isn't this 'White-Robed Taoist' Uncle Lu? You're so capable, the whole village is counting on you, why are you asking us?"
Anyway, Lu Yuan basically had a plan in mind, and only a few final steps were needed to verify it.
……
Lu Yuan first went to the home of the deceased, Li Laifu.
White banners fluttered in the courtyard, and the sound of weeping filled the air.
Lu Yuan went straight into the main room where the body was laid to rest, glanced at the coffin, and then turned and walked toward the stove.
He squatted down beside the stove and reached into the dark firebox.
The village chief and the group from Wuqing Temple followed behind, all watching with bated breath.
Upon seeing this, the disciples of Wuqing Temple curled their lips and looked at each other with disdain.
In the eyes of the villagers in Wuqing, Lu Yuan was just a half-grown boy, and it was a complete waste for the village chief to rely on Lu Yuan!
Look what this guy is doing!
Are you rummaging through the ashes at the bottom of a pot?!
But Shen Shulan watched intently, wanting to see Lu Yuan's skills and how he could find the evil spirit.
Two days have passed, and if you include today, it's been three days.
Shen Shulan has yet to find the evil spirit, and is truly at a loss.
Of course, the village chief Chen Fushun and the villagers were unwilling to cooperate, but this matter was really strange.
As for Shen Shulan's attitude towards Lu Yuan, she felt that since Lu Yuan was being anticipated by so many people.
Of course they have the skills!
Shen Shulan wanted to come and see if Lu Yuan really had this ability.
"Uncle-Master Lu."
A cool, clear voice sounded from behind.
"We investigated this place for two days and found some clues."
"Would you like to hear about our findings first?"
Lu Yuan was struggling to find his way deep into the stove when he heard the sound and turned around to look at Shen Shulan with some surprise.
Sharing clues with oneself...?
That shouldn't be the case. Shouldn't she be laughing at herself?
Lu Yuan was about to speak when he suddenly stopped.
The next second, Lu Yuan withdrew his hand.
A clump of damp, blackish soil lay quietly on his fingertip.
Lu Yuan rubbed a small clump of black mud between his fingers and sniffed it.
The soil had a very faint smell of adipocere.
Upon smelling this aroma, Lu Yuan instantly confirmed all his guesses.
Lu Yuan immediately flicked the dirt off his fingertips, stood up, and slowly patted the soot from the bottom of his sleeve.
Lu Yuan didn't even glance at Shen Shulan again, but simply said indifferently:
"No need."
"I already know what's causing this."
"I'll catch it tonight."
Shen Shulan's aloof expression froze instantly:
"?"
The group of Wuqing Temple disciples behind her were completely bewildered.
"??????"
You're fucking bragging!