The Unremarkable Little Taoist Master - Chapter 138 - The Funeral

I hurriedly closed the door and let out a slow sigh.

Trying to steady my trembling body, I shouted at the door, “You’re dead, so stop harming others.”

What answered me was the sound of frantic banging on the door and the female ghost’s unwilling roar.

Gradually, the banging grew louder.

I slowly backed away.

Bang! Bang! Bang! It felt as if the door was going to be smashed open.

The entire door splintered apart, and I stared in terror at the doorway.

There stood the blood-soaked female ghost.

She revealed a sinister smile at me.

I instantly felt a shiver run down my spine.

A wave of cold washed over me as I noticed her eyes had turned blood red.

She emitted a clucking sound from her mouth, and I was taken aback.

Then I could no longer contain the fear swelling inside me.

I quickly retreated.

The female ghost extended her hands, slowly advancing toward me.

Blood began to trickle down her face as she ominously said, “You all deserve to die.”

In an instant, she was right in front of me, grasping my neck tightly.

I felt my breathing becoming more and more difficult as I struggled desperately.

But her grip was like iron, constricting around me.

I felt a wave of dizziness wash over my mind.

“Am I going to die?” Just as I fell into despair, I suddenly heard a roar beside me.

“Evil creature, how dare you harm others?”

With a loud crash, the female ghost vanished.

I was thrown to the ground, and a scruffy old man rushed in.

His face was filled with anger, and I felt as if I had seen a savior as I shouted, “Old man, I’m over here!”

The scruffy old man glanced at the female ghost, who was sitting beside me with a silly grin, then quickly swatted her a few times.

The female ghost collapsed weakly, cursing loudly.

“How dare you harm others? It seems I must beat you until your soul departs today.”

After a long moment of silence, the collapsed female ghost let out a feeble sigh.

Suddenly, the old daoist priest’s eyes brightened as he rushed over to me.

“Are you alright?”

The old man extended his dirty hand toward me.

I quickly dodged.

The old daoist priest glanced at me and said, “There’s no need to be afraid; I have the female ghost under control.”

I looked him up and down; this old man appeared to be weather-beaten and weary.

It seemed he had rushed back in a hurry, and a wave of gratitude filled my heart.

Just as I was about to speak, the old man suddenly turned his head sharply.

“Evil creature, you’re truly courting death.”

With a bang, the door burst open, and a rush of Yin wind surged in.

The female ghost’s clothes flew up all around her.

She stood there stiffly.

Perhaps due to her excessively twisted expression, her already deformed face became even more contorted and terrifying.

Blood streamed down her face as if it were free.

The old man hurriedly stepped forward and placed a copper coin in the female ghost’s mouth.

Gradually, she stopped struggling and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The old daoist priest’s face turned grim as he said, “We must bury her tomorrow; otherwise, we will all die.”

“The coffin will arrive tomorrow, and we can hold the funeral then.”

The old daoist priest examined her carefully before nodding slowly.

“The resentment is far too heavy. If we continue to linger, there will definitely be great trouble.”

I was already filled with doubts, and upon seeing the female ghost subdued, I quickly spoke up to the daoist priest, “Grandmaster, about this female ghost…”

Before I could finish, the old man cut me off.

He shook his head and said, somewhat helplessly, “This female ghost was not supposed to meet her end; it’s all because of that red coffin.”

“Because of the red coffin?” I looked at the old daoist priest in confusion.

“It’s not just this female ghost; you, too, may not have long to live.”

If I had heard this from the old man before all these supernatural events, I would have scoffed or even cursed him out.

But after experiencing various strange occurrences, I suddenly felt a wave of panic at the old daoist priest’s words.

I hurriedly asked, “What exactly is going on?”

The old daoist priest looked at me with a knowing smile, then tilted his head slightly and asked, “Do you really want to know?”

I nodded eagerly.

The old daoist priest chuckled and said, “Young man, this female ghost has come to claim a life. Since you interacted with her and didn’t provide her with the coffin she asked for, this matter won’t just end here.”

I was filled with questions, but without the old daoist priest offering further explanation, I felt helpless.

The old man seemed to sense my confusion, and he didn’t bother to elaborate.

He simply said coldly that if I didn’t want to die, I should join him in burying the female ghost.

According to the old man, the female ghost’s body had to remain at the shop’s entrance for seven days before she could be buried properly.

Time flew by quickly, and before I knew it, the seven days had passed, and today was the day for the burial.

Early in the morning, people around the shops began preparing, and the old daoist priest and I also got busy.

As I prepared the joss paper, I felt a sense of unease wash over me-an inexplicable anxiety since I woke up that morning.

Lost in thought, I didn’t notice the old daoist priest had appeared behind me. He cleared his throat and said, “Young man, everything’s ready.”

I nodded, feeling as if all my strength had been drained away.

After confirming with me, the old daoist priest gestured lightly, and several young men walked in.

The young men efficiently completed the necessary makeup, prepared the body, and secured it in the coffin.

Seven or eight young men carried the large red nanmu coffin, which the old daoist priest had purchased the night before, and walked slowly ahead.

I followed behind like a zombie, dazed and confused.

The burial site chosen by the old daoist priest was an excellent location with beautiful surroundings.

We arrived at the mountaintop where the tomb entrance was located, and the young men gently lowered the coffin.

I looked at the old daoist priest and asked, “Is it here?”

He nodded and instructed the young men, “Alright, everyone take a break. We’ll start working soon, but remember, we must finish before sunset.”

After speaking, the old daoist priest seemed wary, falling silent.

Once he had given his instructions, he began to perform the burial ceremony. He took out some joss paper and started to toss it into the air.

As he threw the paper, he murmured, “The Yin-Yang road has opened; the departed return to their positions.”

After a while of this ceremony, the old daoist priest instructed us to begin.