Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 451 - 29: Jianghu People Tell Jianghu Stories

Helping you and helping you kill someone are two different matters.

Wang Yunxiao did not believe that Old Master He had become so muddled that he could not tell the difference between them.

But since he had brought it up, there must be more to follow.

"Don’t be so nervous, whether you want to do it or not is up to you to decide. If you are unwilling, could I possibly force you?"

It seemed Old Master He had seen through his thoughts and chuckled, "Killing is such a simple matter. Back in the former dynasty, with a few dozen silver coins, you could easily hire a couple of swordsmen to handle it neatly. Do you think I can’t afford that money?"

Wang Yunxiao understood the hidden meaning in the old man’s words.

Killing was simple, thus, there must be some complex issues involved.

For example, the motive for killing.

Just as the old man said, if it was just a personal grudge, in the chaotic times of the former dynasty where human life was as cheap as grass, a few dozen silver coins would have settled the matter without needing to drag it to the present.

If the adversary was particularly formidable, then Wang Yunxiao, a greenhorn, would be of no use.

Having been a monk at Shaolin Temple for just over two and a half years, you expect me to go to Juxian Manor and kill Qiao Feng? Are you insane?

"There’s no rush on this matter, we can talk about it later. Then there’s the third matter..."

Old Master He raised three fingers and lowered his voice, "It’s about a senior brother of yours who committed a major deed long ago. Now that the world is at peace, it’s time to settle this matter. He’s also getting old, and when the time comes, you might have to lend a hand."

About these three matters you mentioned... Isn’t it the same as if you hadn’t said anything?

Wang Yunxiao felt helpless in his heart. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Look at you, what’s the rush?"

Old Master He laughed, "It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, but the origins and developments of these matters from the past are too complicated. I’m not a storyteller who can clarify everything in a few words. When the right time comes, you will naturally understand."

He walked a full two miles from the train station before arriving at the old shrine where his ancestors were worshipped, as mentioned by the old man.

In reality, it was just an old mansion, a triple entry courtyard house with blue tiles that, located there, could indeed be considered a grand estate. However, it had fallen into disrepair over the years and now looked almost like a ruin.

The lock on the door was rusted shut.

In Cangzhou County City, such large estates were not uncommon, mostly belonging to martial artists who made their fortunes in Tianmen Old City and then bought properties in their hometown. The same amount of silver coins could hardly buy a flat in Tianmen Old City, but could easily build such a mansion here.

The young people of Cangzhou, believing themselves to have some capabilities, loved to venture to Tianmen. When they grew older, they either stayed in Tianmen or returned with their wealth to retire.

Those who returned were in the minority after all; past times were chaotic, and most did not have the tenacity to survive to old age like Old Master He, who could truly be considered a rare individual.

The mansion, although impressive from the outside, was no longer habitable inside; it had just suffered a severe flood, and mud had accumulated up to a foot high.

Wang Yunxiao found a shovel in the firewood shed and, stripping to the waist, began to clear the mud, working from noon until the sun was low in the sky, barely making the place habitable.

Old Master He went out and returned with a pot, ten pounds of donkey meat, and a basket of fire-baked buns.

Coming to Cangzhou, one must try the local specialty of donkey meat buns, which is a highlight of the region.

Generally, only locals know the right way to enjoy local specialties. Once it’s taken out of the area, or outsiders come to try, it rarely lives up to expectations.

Whether donkey meat buns are delicious depends firstly on the quality of the donkey and secondly on the skill of the head chef. Both are indispensable.

When Wang Yunxiao first traveled to this time, he was treated to a donkey meat bun, which he thought was a delicacy in the Mortal World, but today in Cangzhou, tasting the donkey meat bun personally purchased by Old Master He, it was a completely different experience.

They say dragon meat in heaven, donkey meat on earth, Wang Yunxiao used to think those who boasted like this hadn’t really tasted anything good, but after eating a genuine donkey meat bun, he realized he was just too young.

In the words of a southwest countryman, this thing could make a person feel content and happy.

After filling up with food and drink and cleaning the pots, father and son sat on the edge of the ash pit, and Wang Yunxiao couldn’t help but ask Old Master He, "What about our Sect Ancestor? Are we really not going to worship?"

Old Master He rolled his eyes, "What Sect Ancestor?"

"Huh?"

"In these Lowest Ranks of trades, where’s the real Sect Ancestor? Most of them were concocted by later generations, we recognize the Sect Ancestor, but it doesn’t mean the Sect Ancestor recognizes us. Let’s not talk about the distant ones. Take our Swallow Sect, if there had really been hundreds of years of heritage, do you think the North Thirteen Families would dare not to give us a place?"

Old Master He burst out laughing, "A grand palanquin is lifted by people; which hero from the Five Mountains doesn’t have his reputation built by Jianghu friends? If you have the capability, your sect gets a reputation. If you are nothing, relying on any sect is useless!"

"So, what are we going to do tonight? Play poker?"

"There are three jars of silver buried under the bed in the east wing of the backyard. Go dig them up!"

"I don’t believe you!"

Wang Yunxiao gritted his teeth, this old fox was very sly, looking at his smugly sneering face, he was utterly untrustworthy.

Old Master He laughed and waved his hand, "No kidding, there really is something. On the beam in the hall, there’s a box. Go take it down."

Wang Yunxiao went to the hall, somewhat skeptical, and indeed saw a wooden box on the beam that looked like it had been there for ages, barely held together and not much bigger than a palm.

He brought it back to the room, opened it, and found a face inside.

To be precise, it was a dried-up human skin mask.

"This is..."

"This is an old relic with a story," Old Master He said, glancing at the human skin mask, his eyes reflecting a touch of wistfulness as he fiercely took a drag on his cigarette. Just as he was about to speak, soft knocking came from outside.

A delicate voice queried from outside, "Has Grandpa He returned?"

Old Master He chuckled, "See what I told you? We haven’t even warmed our seats, and our adversaries have already come knocking. These years have been hard on them, to have endured till now."

Wang Yunxiao puzzled, "That sounds like a young girl’s voice? How old is your nemesis this year?"

Old Master He scolded laughingly, "Are you stupid? I’ve taken a disciple, shouldn’t others be allowed to? I just didn’t expect it to be a female disciple. Boy, you might just be in luck!"

Wang Yunxiao was immediately intrigued, "Could you explain this ’luck’ to me?"

"What’s there to explain? You’ve got that part too, don’t you need me to teach you how to operate?"

Old Master He said impatiently, "Trick her into coming in, tie her hands and feet, gag her mouth, have your fun, then strangle her and dump the body outside the city at night."

Wang Yunxiao: "???"

Hold on! That’s not quite what I was expecting?