The Unremarkable Little Taoist Master - Chapter 139 - Changing the Coffin

After our group heard his instructions, we started working. A few young men moved quickly, and before long, the coffin was buried.

The old daoist priest looked at the coffin being lowered into the ground and let out a slow sigh, as if a great weight had finally been lifted from his heart.

Just as we were preparing to leave, a sudden thunderous crash echoed from the sky.

The once clear sky became overcast, and thunder rolled ominously.

The old daoist priest’s face turned pale as he stared at the sky, while the young men quickly scattered in fear.

Suddenly, heavy rain began to pour, and from where the coffin had just been buried came a dull thumping sound.

Thud, thud-the sound started off faint but gradually grew louder.

The old daoist priest’s face turned a ghastly white as he watched this strange scene unfold.

He suddenly shouted at me, “Get back!”

In an instant, I felt as if I had been violently thrown backward.

A huge noise erupted from the tomb entrance, and I saw the red coffin explode into pieces with a loud bang.

Not far from me stood a woman.

The old daoist priest let out a fierce yell, “Evil creature, how dare you show yourself?”

With that, he charged forward boldly.

A blood-red figure emerged, displaying a cruel smile at the old daoist priest.

Immediately, panic washed over me as I recognized the figure-it was the vengeful spirit that had previously fled.

The vengeful spirit began to cackle, icy words pouring from its lips: “You will all die, you will all die.”

The old daoist priest’s expression remained unchanged as he brandished his peach wood sword and charged at the spirit.

The spirit stood still, and when the old daoist priest reached its side, it revealed a mocking smile.

Seeing the spirit’s expression, the old daoist priest felt a sudden dread in his heart.

In an instant, the spirit vanished from sight. The old daoist priest felt a chill at his back and hurriedly dodged, but he was still a moment too late.

A tremendous force sent him flying, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Struggling to regain his composure and suppress the swirling blood within him, he got up and glared coldly at the vengeful spirit.

He silently lamented, realizing just how powerful this vengeful spirit truly was, far beyond his expectations.

The old daoist priest thought grimly, It seems we won’t be escaping today.

A few days ago, he had sensed that a great calamity was approaching, and despite having done his best to avoid it, he had still found himself unable to escape.

He let out a deep sigh and shook his head, as if resigning himself to fate.

The vengeful spirit watched the old daoist priest sighing and then suddenly vanished from sight.

He quickly brandished his peach wood sword, scanning the surroundings coldly.

Unfortunately, we were destined to be disappointed, the old daoist priest said with a grim expression: “This female ghost has been injured by me; she can’t have gone far. We need to hurry and chase after her.”

The old daoist priest led me to the outskirts of a village, his face stern.

The villagers in the village eyed us with malice, and I felt a shiver run down my spine under their gaze.

At that moment, a middle-aged man dressed in white mourning attire approached us, his face filled with sorrow.

“The ancestral coffin in my family has been disturbed. It would be best if you left quickly; I fear you might encounter something strange. You should really get away,” he warned.

After hearing the middle-aged man’s words, the old daoist priest fell silent. After a long pause, he finally replied, “I won’t leave. If I do, you will be the one who suffers.”

The middle-aged man did not respond, and the atmosphere grew awkward.

I glanced at the middle-aged man and asked, “Has anything strange ever happened here before?”

He shook his head and replied, “Our village hasn’t seen any strange occurrences in a long time; in fact, things have been quite peaceful lately.”

Upon hearing this, the old daoist priest fell into deep thought. According to his understanding, this custom seemed highly unreasonable.

“Is it true that you change coffins every nine years?”

The middle-aged man gasped in shock, staring at the old daoist priest as if he couldn’t believe his ears.

“Who on earth are you?” His expression grew increasingly cold.

At that moment, the surrounding villagers closed in, making it clear that if we didn’t provide them with a reasonable explanation, we might end up being trapped here for good.

The old daoist priest shook his head and pulled me to turn back towards the village.

Immediately, the middle-aged man’s cold voice rang out.

“Please, wait a moment.”

The old daoist priest turned his head to me, exposing a row of yellowing teeth and grinning in a lewd manner.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to distance myself from this old man.

The middle-aged man, concerned with the ongoing memorial, paid us little mind.

He simply arranged our accommodations before leaving.

“How did you know there were supernatural events in this village?” I asked.

With the ancestors having passed away, wouldn’t changing coffins every nine years disturb their rest? If there were no strange happenings, it would indeed be troublesome.

However, in this village, it seemed to be an entirely different world; not only did they change coffins, but they also changed locations.

I found it difficult to understand, and as I listened to the old daoist priest, I let out a silent sigh.

After a while, the middle-aged man entered again.

He spoke to the old daoist priest, “There are legends that suggest our ancestral tomb might be suppressing something. Under the influence of such evil spirits, our ancestors could easily become fierce ghosts, which is why this custom arose.”

Upon hearing this, the old daoist priest appeared unperturbed, laughing and nodding.

To himself, he mused, “There must be a huge secret behind this. The middle-aged man’s words might fool ordinary people, but the old daoist priest, being a Yin-Yang master, understands the truth.

Whatever it is that’s being suppressed down below, it has no effect on the human soul.”

The human soul is the purest thing in this world, completely unaffected by these malevolent forces.

It seemed that the wandering Yin-Yang master had a significant secret.

If I wanted to know more, I feared that exploring the ancestral tomb was the only way.

Of course, I wouldn’t recklessly delve into it without clear understanding, so the old daoist priest continued to question the middle-aged man about the ancestral tomb.

The middle-aged man patiently answered the old daoist priest’s inquiries.

“The ancestral tomb was established for a general from our village long ago. When the tomb was first created, it blessed our village’s prosperity.

But after the coffin-changing custom began, the general’s grave was long ago moved to an unknown location,” he explained.

The old daoist priest sighed silently after hearing this and then addressed the middle-aged man, “If that’s the case, why do you still continue the coffin-changing custom?”