The Unremarkable Little Taoist Master

The old man spoke again, “Our city plans to develop and build a subway station, but unexpectedly, we unearthed an ancient tomb. We invited archaeological experts to investigate, but an accident occurred. Several of our experts entered and never came out. Then we brought in some paranormal investigators, and as expected, they also didn’t return.”

We heard that both of you are experts, so we would like to ask for your help. This project cannot be delayed any longer; the higher-ups have been pressing us repeatedly.

The old man and I nodded and said, “In that case, please take us to the site. Let’s take a look first.”

We then followed the police and got into their car. It was my first time riding in a police car, and the old man seemed very excited, looking around with curiosity, clearly enjoying himself.

I felt helpless. What a fate this is, having to associate with this embarrassing old man. I could only look out the window to ease my mood.

After a while, we arrived at the entrance of the tomb with a middle-aged man, and the old man who had just parted from us was waiting there.

He had changed into a white lab coat, looking quite energetic.

We got out of the car and followed him to the entrance of the tomb. Turning on our flashlights, we entered the tomb.

After walking for a while, we seemed to arrive at the first burial chamber. It was pitch black inside, and a strong odor of decay filled the air, causing my brows to furrow tightly.

As we curiously observed the tomb, a cold Yin wind swept through, and we turned to see a ghostly figure appearing-a young ghost dressed elegantly-who coldly said to us, “My master is resting. How dare you disturb him?”

We looked at the young ghost and replied with a cold smile, “You, a mere ghost, dare to speak to us like that? It seems we need to subdue you before you can speak properly.”

The young ghost revealed a cruel smile, a bloodthirsty gleam flashing in his eyes as he lunged toward us. We were already prepared for this battle. The old man raised his peach wood sword, swinging it down fiercely at the young ghost.

The young ghost tried to dodge but was a moment too slow, getting struck hard by the peach wood sword. He let out a strange, muffled cry before vanishing eerily from our sight, as the old man’s sword struck the ground with a powerful thud.

I stared in disbelief at where the young ghost had just stood, bewildered as to why he had suddenly disappeared.

Then, with a sharp crack, I felt a heavy weight slam into my back, sending me flying to the ground, where I rolled several times before finally coming to a stop.

Enduring the excruciating pain, I slowly crawled to my feet, seething with anger at the sight of the coldly smiling young ghost. How could this guy still be laughing? That was it; I couldn’t hold back anymore.

In a fit of rage, I picked up the peach wood sword that the old man had dropped and, with great effort, charged directly at where the young ghost had last been. I raised the sword, glaring at the arrogant young ghost, a cruel smile creeping onto my face.

The young ghost vanished again in a strange manner. I smirked slightly, having anticipated this trick. I scanned the surroundings and spotted a jar. I thought to myself, this jar is likely where you have hidden your essence. I aimed and hurled the peach wood sword at it.

With a crunch, the jar shattered upon impact. I watched with a cold smile as the jar broke, and a horrific wail echoed through the air, confirming my suspicion. The young ghost’s soul began to fragment, yet he still stared at us coldly, a wretched grin on his face as he said, “The general has awakened. You all will die; soon, you’ll join me.”

Accompanied by a series of frenzied laughs, the young ghost dissolved into nothingness. We watched as the tomb entrance shook violently, our hearts filled with alarm. A deafening roar echoed around us, sending chills down our spines. This noise likely belonged to the general that the young ghost had mentioned. We had no idea who it was, but it was clear that this opponent was much stronger than we had anticipated.

As the tomb entrance continued to shake violently, the chamber we were in began to collapse. Though only a small section of the wall fell, we understood that we were about to face our final enemy.

With the collapse of the chamber walls, the main tomb finally came into view. However, the main burial site was not at all what we had imagined. The desolate atmosphere within the tomb was hard to bear; after all, this was a general’s resting place-how could it be so shabby?

There was nothing but a coffin placed prominently in the center, making it seem like a grave that was even worse than a beggar’s in ancient times. The coffin’s corners were driven into place with enormous nails, raising the question: who could be so cruel? These nails were not ordinary; they were blood-red and unmistakably the infamous Hundred Beasts Nails.

These so-called Hundred Beasts Nails were nails soaked in the blood of countless beasts for forty-nine days, infused with a vicious energy. Such nails would trap the deceased’s soul, preventing it from reincarnating, subjecting it to eternal suffering.

I was uncertain about what the tomb’s occupant had done to deserve such a fate, but as I looked at the figure clawing its way out of the coffin, I couldn’t help but admire the tenacity of the tomb’s master.

It was apparent that the tomb’s master must have harbored immense resentment, transforming into a Jiangshi. Gradually, he had broken the formation sealing the coffin, allowing him to escape. It seemed like this formation had been effective enough to contain such a formidable being for a thousand years.

The three of us watched nervously as the general continued to emerge. As he finally appeared before us, his decayed body obscured his face, but he was donned in the armor of a general from the Qin Dynasty. His powerful arms reached out towards us, and I watched as the Jiangshi lumbered closer, about to leap at us.

The loud thuds reverberated in our chests, and suddenly, with a tremendous roar, the Jiangshi lunged at us. Being the closest one, I quickly saw the Jiangshi charging towards me, and I was caught off guard by its incredible speed. In a panic, I could only raise my peach wood sword to defend myself.

After a massive collision, I felt my body unable to withstand the turmoil of energy surging within, and I coughed up a mouthful of blood, collapsing helplessly onto the ground. The Jiangshi, clearly injured by the peach wood sword, emitted crackling sounds, surrounded by dark energy.

It made gurgling noises as it writhed in pain. The old daoist priest and I exchanged a glance before charging directly at the Jiangshi. As the saying goes, “Take the life of your enemy when they are weak.” With great effort, I managed to stand up and rushed forward.

The Jiangshi grew furious. Its previously stiff arms transformed as it picked up a long knife from beside it. What the hell? The Jiangshi can use weapons? I stared in shock at the Jiangshi swinging the large knife.

This scene was almost too dramatic. Not only could it wield a weapon, but it also seemed rather skilled, as I noticed the old daoist priest was struggling against it, almost getting knocked away by the blade on several occasions.

I was astonished and, in desperation, grabbed a gun from the nearby weapon rack. Although I had no experience using a gun, I had seen them in movies.

As the saying goes, “Even if you’ve never eaten pork, you’ve still seen a pig run.”

When the Jiangshi noticed me approaching with the gun, it swiftly abandoned its pursuit of the old daoist priest. I could see endless excitement flashing in the Jiangshi’s eyes; perhaps an ancient warrior would feel a rush of combat spirit when encountering a worthy opponent. Truly, it was fitting that he was a general from the Qin Dynasty.

I felt the intense force when our weapons collided, nearly causing me to drop the gun. I was taken aback; this was indeed a general from the Qin dynasty, an exceptional fighter. But there was no way the techniques refined over countless generations would fall short against it!

The more I fought, the more exhilarated I became. Since the difference in our physical strength was so great, I had to rely on skill to overcome him. I quickly dodged a horizontal slash from the Jiangshi and retaliated with a thrust of my gun.