The Unremarkable Little Taoist Master

The old daoist priest buried the soil with great care, and after a while, he successfully buried the coffin. Sweating profusely, he climbed up a nearby small hill and glanced at his watch.

Under the moonlight, the old daoist priest realized that it was precisely midnight. Leaning against a large tree, he lit a cigarette and took a long drag.

Hmm, hmm, the sound of ancient military horns echoed around him. The old daoist priest knew that my calamity had arrived, and a serious expression appeared on his face as he observed the surroundings.

A team of ancient soldiers approached from a distance. Even the old daoist priest showed a hint of surprise at the sight before him. Despite having heard of fatal calamities before, he felt a wave of astonishment because the scene was simply overwhelming.

There were hundreds of ghost soldiers, and at the front was a figure riding a ghostly horse. It was clear this was the ghost general. The old daoist priest swallowed hard, and the ghost general raised the sword in his hand, causing all the ghost soldiers to come to a precise halt as the ghost general looked around in confusion.

The old daoist priest watched the ghost general intently, curious to see what kind of ghost could borrow the way of the ghost soldiers to arrive here.

The so-called ghost soldiers borrowing the way means that the ghost’s personal abilities have reached a certain level or that there is a mission issued by the underworld represented by a token. This token can be used once to allow a ghost to travel to the vicinity of any desired location.

Clearly, the ghost general had used a token to borrow the way of the ghost soldiers, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to travel thousands of kilometers. However, I was currently in a state of suspended animation, and the ghost general had no idea I was here.

The ghost general looked around in confusion, mumbling something incoherently, while the surrounding ghost soldiers scattered about searching for something. The old daoist priest then climbed higher up the tree, nervously watching the ghost soldiers below as they searched for me.

The old daoist priest’s face was drenched in sweat, which undoubtedly indicated that he was not feeling relaxed at all-he was incredibly tense.

Silently observing from the tree, after an unknown period of time, the now somewhat fatigued old daoist priest glanced at his watch and sighed. At that moment, it was already two o’clock. In two or three hours, the sun would rise, and once daylight arrived, safety would return. Everything would be behind him.

The old daoist priest silently prayed for the ghost general to leave quickly, as the feeling of unease was becoming unbearable. After all, how can a living person not feel fear when surrounded by countless fierce ghosts wandering about?

Upon hearing the reports from his subordinates about the search operation that had lasted several hours, the ghost general roared angrily, showing evident fury. The old daoist priest felt his heart leap into his throat. This was only the effect of the ghost general’s roar; if it landed on him, he would probably end up playing mahjong with King Yama.

The old daoist priest thought grimly to himself as he observed every move of the ghost general, his hands already gripping the peach wood sword tightly.

The ghost general surveyed the surrounding environment with a cold, calculating gaze, and then noticed a brand new large tomb that stood out in stark contrast to its surroundings. A hint of confusion crossed his face.

High up in the tree, the old daoist priest’s heart began to race with nervousness, his face drenched in sweat, revealing his tense demeanor. He was completely unaware of the life-and-death situation outside, lost in his own wonderful world, unable to extricate himself.

It seemed the ghost general was still somewhat cautious; he hesitated to directly break open the coffin’s earth, adhering to a code of conduct and a sense of dignity.

The old daoist priest was ready, prepared to leap down at any moment to confront the ghost general. He would not allow the ghost general to harm me, even if it meant risking his life. Years later, when I asked him about this incident, the old daoist priest replied seriously, “At that moment, I didn’t think much about it. If I broke open the coffin, you would undoubtedly die, and I couldn’t bear to watch you perish.”

The ghost general stared blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings, while the ghost soldiers silently watched their general. Time passed unknowingly, and the old daoist priest’s feelings at that moment were beyond anyone’s understanding.

A mixture of anxiety and fear, but mostly worry, filled his mind. As he looked up at the sky, which was beginning to brighten, the old daoist priest managed a bitter smile. When dawn broke, the ghost general would leave, and this calamity would come to an end. The old daoist priest grew even more tense as he watched the ghost general closely.

The ghost general looked up at the increasingly brightening sky, feeling a wave of anxiety rush over him. His impatience grew as he gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at the new tomb before him, as if he had made a firm decision.

With his sword aimed at the pristine tomb, the old daoist priest observed everything with a face that was more difficult to bear than tears. He sighed inwardly, thinking, “Has he really found me out?”

In a moment of panic, the old daoist priest accidentally fell from the tree, the dull thud startling the ghost general who was about to open the coffin. The old daoist priest noticed a row of green eyes staring at him, causing his scalp to tingle and his heart to race. He helplessly forced a grin and said, “Hello everyone, I’m lost, I’m leaving now!”

With that, he attempted to run away, but the ghost general, bewildered by this human’s bravado, wondered why he could see them and why he wasn’t afraid. Yet, the ghost general’s movements didn’t pause; he swiftly brought the old daoist priest before him.

Facing the fierce-looking ghost general, the old daoist priest struggled to suppress his fear, lifted his head, and forced a smile that he thought looked good while staring at the befuddled ghost general.

The ghost general let out an enraged roar, and the old daoist priest collapsed unconscious. The ghost general still wore a puzzled expression, but as he observed the old daoist priest’s heart, which was racing like clockwork, a hint of a smile appeared on his grotesque face.

At that moment, I had no idea about this amusing episode; later, when I heard about it, I laughed until tears streamed down my face. That old man was truly one of a kind; he had pretended to be dead in front of the ghost general!

Seeing the ghastly smile on the ghost general’s face, which looked more pitiful than crying, the old daoist priest, even if he were a fool, realized that his act of feigning death had been discovered. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes.

Then, with a determined expression, he sprang to his feet and began to scan his surroundings coldly.

Unfortunately, the multitude of green ghost fires made the old man instantly lose his bravado.

He wanted to turn and flee, but after glancing at the new tomb where I lay, his expression turned resolute.

He drew his peach wood sword from behind his back with great force, then assessed the ghost general.

“Who are you?” the ghost general asked, his voice low yet ominous. As he spoke, the old daoist priest felt as if winter had suddenly descended upon the area.

An intense chill engulfed him, causing him to shudder violently.

“I advise you to return to the underworld immediately, or don’t blame me for being rude.”