I Have A Dual World Seal-Chapter 592. A Chinese Ghost Story

Guang Yi watched his nose, his nose watched his heart, silently reciting the Great Sun Universal Illumination Sutra, with no trace of color on his face.

Just kidding, I'm just a mediocre monk, the dao practice of anyone present is higher than mine. If I dare show any abnormality, I'm afraid these female demons will feed on me.

Amitabha Buddha!

"Young Master Lu and two masters, please sit down. Xiaocui, go make some tea."

"Right!"

Xiaocui responded, a cloud of smoke rose around her body, and she suddenly disappeared.

Well then… the only ghost similar to me has left too…

Huh, wait a minute, is there some incense and candle qi?

Guang Yi blinked his eyes, silently exercising his powers. After careful observation, he noticed the pervasive and almost tangible scent of incense emanating from the hostess.

Good gracious! An Incense and Candle God?

Guang Yi stared blankly; possessing so much incense and candle qi as an Incense and Candle God, with beauty like peach blossoms and a dignified manner, the combination of these two qualities is perfect, could she possibly be the Lingbei Dao City God?

Guangyue pulled Guang Yi aside, "She is the Peach Blossom Fairy appointed by the Court."

Guang Yi only then reacted, hurriedly clasping his hands in salute, "Greetings, Peach Blossom Fairy!"

"No need for such formalities, master, please enjoy the tea."

Shen Ying smiled gently, took the teacup from Xiaocui and handed it to Guang Yi.

…

Everyone settled down, knowing that Guang Yue and Guang Yi arrived by chance, Shen Ying turned to Lu Zheng, "Young Master Lu has just returned?"

"Indeed." Lu Zheng nodded.

"Young Master Lu, how ruthless of you, told such a sad story and then just left without a care? Leaving us only to lament sorrowfully." Shen Ying said quietly.

"Huh?" Lu Zheng was dumbfounded.

"We've done nothing these past few days but copy down the story." Shen Ying shook her head.

Blinking his eyes, looking at the wistful expressions of the women around him, Lu Zheng realized Liu Qingyan had recommended the story to everyone.

"Everyone read it, huh?"

"Read it, read it, truly a touching story, who knew Young Master Lu had such a tale." Bai Xinyu swayed in with snake-like grace, her figure as supple as boneless, "This story moved me deeply, I even cried multiple times."

Tsk tsk, that enticing expression, that seductive tone…

Cried multiple times? I'm not buying it!

Bai Ting'Er bounced in, "And that song, it's so beautiful, did Young Master Lu compose it?"

"No, no, it's a song from my hometown." Lu Zheng hurriedly waved his hand.

"Are there lyrics to go with it?" Yu Mingxin asked expectantly.

Lu Zheng shook his head, "No lyrics."

"Such a shame… A song so rare yet without matching lyrics." Yu Mingxin said regretfully.

Hu Cai Niang said, "Why don't you write some lyrics for it yourself then?"

Yu Mingxin glared at her, having no words for this fox spirit who only knew how to dance, flirt, and toy with men.

If not for the elder sister's insistence, she probably couldn't even recognize all the characters, an illiterate!

Hu Cai Niang clearly understood Yu Mingxin's expression, her fur stood up in anger, "I'm not talking to you, you just sing well, what do you know about lyrics? I'm talking to Young Master Lu, he could write the poem Peach Blossoms, can't he write lyrics for a song?"

Yu Mingxin: Ծ‸Ծ

Hu Cai Niang: (｀^´)

The next moment, Hua Yixing, with one hand holding each, dragged the two women aside, "Sit down!"

"Oh~" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Okay~"

…

Observers of the interaction with the women and Lu Zheng, Guang Yue and Guang Yi were bewildered, but couldn't ask.

Shen Ying, as the local hostess, quietly explained to the two.

"Amitabha!"

"Didn't expect you, Dao Brother, also to be able to write stories." Guang Yue was very surprised.

Lu Zheng was speechless, "I didn't write it, it's from my hometown…"

"Where is Dao Brother's hometown?" Guang Yue asked.

Lu Zheng blinked, resisting the urge to punch him, simply drank a cup of tea, sighed, and showed a regretful expression.

This obviously has a story!

"Amitabha!"

With such a performance, Guang Yue also didn't continue to ask in detail, merely chanted a Buddha's name and said concernedly, "Dao Brother, know that if you do not resolve the heart demon, cultivation is difficult!"

Lu Zheng nodded, silently revealing a hint of pure and unadulterated White Cloud True Qi.

Guang Yue: "…"

…

Everyone drank tea and chatted, mostly about Liang and Zhu.

One moment it was Liang Shanbo, the other it was Zhu Yingtai.

Or how despicable Ma Wencai is, or how Father Zhu is an old relic.

Of course, this included the joys of academy life, the brotherhood at the cottage, and the misunderstandings and humor during the eighteen-mile farewell.

During the chat, Guang Yue and Guang Yi also finished reading Liang and Zhu at Taohua Village.

"Good story, unlike most picture books in the market."

"Throughout, no abnormal people appear, but the tomb opening and butterfly transformation at the end clearly are actions by abnormal people."

"Surely some abnormal people couldn't stand it, secretly using divine techniques to help, attaching Liang and Zhu's divine souls to the butterflies."

"Then why on the butterflies, and why not appear to help? I feel it's due to their strong will to grow old together, the divine souls do not perish, attaching to the weak divine souls of the butterflies."

"But like this, they can't live long either…"

"Such days together, even if only a few days, are good!"

"Sob sob… so pitiful…"

"Was there really no appearance of abnormal people, can they continue living?"

Everyone's eyes fell on Lu Zheng, the gaze so penetrating that it made Lu Zheng feel more uncomfortable than facing dozens of gun barrels.

"Cough cough… well… that requires you to imagine it…"

"Cough cough, by the way, I have another story here, do you want to hear it?"

To divert attention from one story, the best way is to tell another.

"What story?"

"A love story about a scholar and a ghost." Lu Zheng said.

"Listen listen listen!" All the women nodded in agreement.

So, Lu Zheng told a story featuring Ning Caichen, Nie Xiaoqian, and Yan Chixia, called A Chinese Ghost Story.

Lu Zheng didn't tell Pu Songling's original version, but used Hong Kong movie version as a basis, creating a timid but steadfast scholar, a kind and sorrowful ghost, and a bold and unrestrained daoist swordsman.

The ending of the story remained open-ended, Ning Caichen left with Nie Xiaoqian's ashes, whether living with her or sending her to reincarnate as a human, left to the reader's imagination.

Though still somewhat unsatisfyingly incomplete, it was far easier to accept than Liang and Zhu's final tragic demise.

All the women listened entranced, while Shen Ying looked at Lu Zheng with a peculiar expression.

"What is it?" Lu Zheng asked through a secret transmission.

"If Little Sister Hongxia comes back and knows you depicted her as a bearded, shabby, and nonchalant daoist swordsman, do you think she'd be happy?"

Lu Zheng: (´°Δ°`)

"I'm just telling a story!" Lu Zheng defended himself.

"This story, drawing from what you narrated last time about what happened to you on the road?" Shen Ying sent the transmission quietly, her tone doesn't reveal joy or anger, "Ning Shusheng, Miss Qianqian, the name alterations are minimal."

Lu Zheng: "…"

"Young Master Lu is really kind to Little Sister Hongxia, giving Daoist Rong Song and Hero Zhang's roles together in her hands."

Shen Ying sighed, "I feel somewhat pitiful myself, never imagined to be arranged by Young Master Lu into a villain, sob sob sob… I feel so hurt…"

Lu Zheng: "…"

I am so wronged!