The Unremarkable Little Taoist Master - Chapter 137 - Female Ghost

The old daoist priest shook his head and said, “I really have nothing to teach you. I live in hatred myself. What qualification do I have to teach others?”

Suddenly, the old daoist priest remembered something and asked me, “Do you really want to learn daoism?”

I nodded firmly without any hesitation. I must learn daoism. I want revenge. I want to make that vengeful spirit’s soul scatter. I want the true culprit behind Ren Yue’s suffering to get what they deserve.

The old daoist priest nodded and said, “I won’t take you as a disciple because I feel I can’t teach you anything, and you’re not suited for our lineage.”

Hearing the old daoist priest’s words, I quickly asked, “Daoist priest, are you saying I’m not suited for your lineage? Then what am I suited for?”

The old daoist priest calmly replied, “You are the heir of an Onmyoji.”

I asked with curiosity, “Daoist priest, what exactly do you mean by the Onmyoji legacy?”

The old daoist priest nodded and slowly said to me, “The Onmyoji lineage is still a legend to this day; no one knows how it came to be.”

Upon hearing his words, my interest was piqued. Since I carried the legacy of an Onmyoji, I could definitely solve problems, even seek revenge.

I hurriedly inquired about the Onmyoji lineage, but the daoist priest only casually responded with some trivial information.

Then the old daoist priest said to me, “After you settle down in a couple of days, I’ll take you to meet someone.”

I quickly nodded and said to the old daoist priest, “Thank you for your effort, Daoist priest.”

He shook his head and replied, “That person’s personality is quite strange.”

I shrugged nonchalantly and said to the old daoist priest, “I will definitely avenge Ren Yue.”

The old daoist priest helplessly said to me, “That daoist temple might not be simple; let’s wait until we see that person to discuss everything.”

I nodded and silently followed behind the old daoist priest.

According to the old daoist priest, we should quickly seek out the old friend he mentioned. I could sense a deep unease within him.

However, I disagreed. I wanted to have a quiet two days.

Besides, the old daoist priest had recently taken a job.

With no other options, I helped the old man watch over the shop. The old daoist priest’s shop was a small funeral supplies store.

I couldn’t believe I had to come here and talk some nonsensical ghost stories. The thought made me feel desperate and overwhelmed.

After giving me a brief overview, the old daoist priest hurried out. He mentioned that he would be going quite far and wouldn’t be back for three or four days.

So, I could only watch the shop and wait for the old daoist priest’s return. In the evening, I sat in a chair and dozed off. Suddenly, there was a frantic knock at the door.

I looked at the night sky and, feeling puzzled, opened the shop door. There stood a woman in a long red dress, looking like she had stepped out of the 1980s.

The woman spoke to me in a cold voice, “Do you have a red coffin?” Without thinking, I replied, “No.”

Coffins are heavy with yin energy, and no one would keep one inside their home. Typically, coffins are custom-made, and I had rarely heard of someone wanting a red coffin.

I thought the woman would continue asking, but to my surprise, she simply said “Oh,” and turned to leave.

I chuckled and shook my head, thinking, “How ridiculous! Who in their right mind would plan to have a red coffin on display? Not even asking if it could be ordered-what a nerve.”

Just when I thought that was the end of it, the next evening, the woman appeared again, asking if I had a red coffin. I answered her again, stating that I didn’t, but this time added that I could customize one.

The woman didn’t respond; she just uttered “Oh,” before leaving again.

I started to feel something was off. I thought I should inform the old daoist priest about this. I hurriedly dialed his number and explained everything in detail. On the other end, I could hear his anxious tone, scolding me for not telling him sooner.

The old daoist priest said on the phone, “A red coffin represents someone who has died an unnatural death. She must be preparing to bury that person. You’ve refused her twice already, so don’t turn her down a third time. If she comes again, just say you have one, and then arrange for it to be custom-made.”

After hearing the old daoist priest’s instructions, I quickly agreed. He mentioned he would hurry back and then hung up.

I looked at the darkening sky and recalled that the female ghost would likely arrive soon, just as she had in the previous days.

Sure enough, not long after, the woman appeared again, just as before. However, today her tone was even colder, and she coldly asked, “Do you have a red coffin?” Remembering the old daoist priest’s words, I hurriedly replied, “Yes.”

The woman smiled, revealing a chilling grin, and said, “I’ll come to pick it up at the same time tomorrow.”

Then she turned and left. As I watched her go, a mixture of curiosity and confusion filled my mind, prompting me to quietly follow her.

The woman walked slowly, and before I knew it, the night had completely fallen. I felt as if I had wandered far from the city, feeling the desolate atmosphere surrounding me.

Suddenly, I saw the woman stop. Peering into the darkness, I noticed she had paused in front of a tombstone.

An icy sensation gripped me, and I quickly looked around, realizing I was surrounded by graves, white soul-summoning banners fluttering in the air, making eerie sounds.

When I looked back at the woman, she had vanished. I hurried over to the tombstone, and as soon as I saw the photo on it, I couldn’t contain my fear any longer. I screamed and ran desperately away.

On that tombstone was a photo of the woman, wearing the same red dress. Instantly, I was utterly terrified.

As I ran, I could have sworn I heard the female ghost’s voice echoing in my ears, saying, “Since you’ve seen it, you shouldn’t leave.”

After running for a long time, I finally made it home. I hurriedly shut the door and turned on all the lights to give myself some courage. I was terrified she might appear suddenly.

The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. Sometimes, the most frightening thing is encountering something you never believed could happen, and I never expected to run into a ghost.

In the early hours of the morning, a frantic knocking jolted me awake from my sleep. Thinking it was the old daoist priest returning, I rushed to open the door, only to face something spine-chilling.

When I opened the door, I found the outside empty. Staring into the pitch-black night, fear crept over me as I suddenly remembered the female ghost.