The Unremarkable Little Taoist Master - Chapter 149 - Ghost General

The ghost general looked at the old man as if he were a lunatic.

Deep down, he began to question his life; how could this insignificant creature dare to provoke him?

The ghost general couldn’t remember the last time someone had dared to challenge him.

Seeing the ghost general seething with rage, the old man felt a wave of anxiety wash over him.

“Hmph, if you want to die, I’ll oblige you.”

With that, the ghost general waved his hand coldly.

Instantly, a group of ghost soldiers surged toward the old man.

The old man stepped forward with an unusual gait, muttering strange incantations as he did.

“Heavenly Gang, Earthly Fiends, Hundred Paths Star Lords, Star Light Extermination.”

Suddenly, the stars in the sky emitted an odd glow, and the charging ghost soldiers seemed to encounter their nemesis, each letting out a wretched cry.

One by one, the ghost soldiers turned into pure yin energy.

The ghost general watched coldly as his soldiers disappeared.

Then he let out a strange roar.

The old man quickly covered his ears, feeling extraordinarily uncomfortable.

He thought to himself, “This guy really is a ghost general; he can kill me in an instant.”

Just as the ghost general was about to advance, he suddenly noticed the old man kneeling before him.

The old man dropped to his knees in front of the ghost general, who looked on in bewilderment at the strange old daoist priest. When he saw the ghost general’s crazed expression, the old daoist priest prostrated repeatedly.

With a loud voice, he exclaimed, “Ancestor, I’ve finally found you! I’ve searched for you for so many years. Ever since you left, our family has fallen into decline. For all these years, we have been trying to bring you back and give you a proper burial.”

Seeing the old daoist priest’s face brimming with tears, one might think it was all genuine, and even the ghost general was taken aback.

However, the tenderness that surfaced on the ghost general’s face indicated that he had indeed been swayed by the old daoist priest’s words, and a flicker of happiness passed over the ghost general’s expression as he realized he had been successfully influenced.

The more he looked at the old daoist priest, the more he saw his own reflection; perhaps this was a matter of subjective perception. Just like how a father might instinctively feel his son resembles him, even if he takes after his mother.

At that moment, the ghost general was experiencing this sensation; the more he gazed at the old daoist priest, the more tender his expression became. A hint of affection flashed in his eyes. The old daoist priest looked nervously at the ghost general, yet his tears continued to flow more fervently.

The ghost general looked at the old daoist priest, who was crying like a waterfall, and felt a wave of emotion. He gently helped him up and, with a hoarse and somber voice, asked, “Are you all doing well?”

The old daoist priest fully showcased his Oscar-worthy acting skills, wiping away tears and snot as he said, “Ancestor, after you left, our entire family has suffered terribly. That we are still alive now is a miracle. For so many years, we have endured countless hardships, just wanting to bring your remains back home.”

The expression on the ghost general’s face shifted continuously-sometimes angry, sometimes kind, sometimes relieved, and sometimes regretful. In fact, the changes in his expression were more varied than the colors of a rainbow.

The ghost general spoke, “You don’t need to struggle to find my remains anymore. You must live well. I am the sinner of our family; I have harmed the clan. I have no face to return home, and I do not deserve your offerings.”

Seeing the mad look on the ghost general’s face, the old daoist priest silently thought, “He won’t take me with him, will he? If so, would that mean I would die?”

There was still a faint darkness lingering in the sky, but light was approaching, welcoming a new day. As the ghost general gazed at the gradually brightening sky, a sense of helplessness washed over him; it seemed he would return without accomplishing anything again.

However, he had encountered his descendant, which made the visit not entirely in vain. Looking at the tears running down the old daoist priest’s face, the ghost general revealed a slight smile, and then, as the sunlight broke through, he slowly led the ghost soldiers to disappear.

Once the ghost general and the others vanished, the old daoist priest collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. He looked longingly at the spot where the ghost general had disappeared. Though the ghost general was a man of deep feelings and loyalty-after all, he would rather die than surrender on the battlefield-the old daoist priest’s longing gaze likely stemmed from their similar experiences. Both men, from different eras, had lost their descendants and shared an inexplicable bond through their hardships.

The old daoist priest suddenly remembered that I was still in the coffin. He hurriedly picked up the tools he had tossed aside and began to dig through the dirt on top of the coffin. With each stroke, I began to gradually emerge.

Looking at the large red coffin, the old daoist priest showed a hint of relief on his face.

He skillfully opened the coffin and lifted me out.

At that moment, I was still trapped in a state of suspended animation.

The old daoist priest held a bell in his hand, gently shaking it while quickly reciting, “Yin spirits return, souls and spirits come back to the body.”

Suddenly, a chilling Yin wind swept through the entire graveyard.

My ears were filled with the howling sound of the wind.

“Ah, a painful wail escaped my lips.”

Gradually, I opened my eyes, squinting against the blinding sunlight.

Seeing that I had awakened, the old daoist priest’s face broke into a look of surprise.

He then shouted at me, “Aren’t you going to get up? You were sleeping so comfortably that I almost died from exhaustion!”

After that, we hurried back to the shop.

In a distant, secluded area of wilderness, only the crows remained, cawing mournfully. From far away came the sound of heavy thuds, growing closer and sounding quite terrifying.

At the cave entrance stood a giant zombie, dressed in ancient official robes. This Jiangshi King towered at nearly six feet three, with a green face, sharp teeth, and covered in dark scales, making him look extremely fearsome. He sniffed the air around him with his rigid nose.

Suddenly, he glared into the cave and reached out his stiff hands. With a powerful leap, he hurled himself against a barrier. This barrier had been set up casually and was not intended to prevent people from entering; it merely served as a form of alarm.

To the surprise of the black-robed man, someone had dared to break through. He furiously summoned a gust of Yin wind, charging at the zombie. When he saw the towering form of the Jiangshi King at the cave entrance, the black-robed man momentarily froze, sensing the immense power radiating from the zombie.

In his prime, he might have stood a chance against such a powerful creature, but in his current state, he realized he could only be easily dispatched. He racked his brain, perplexed over what had angered this Jiangshi King. The look of animosity directed at him felt like that of a sworn enemy, sending shivers down his spine.

As the black-robed man revealed his bony face beneath the cloak, anyone who knew me would surely have cried out.

It was Wang-Ge!