Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 917 - 372: Pretending to Be a Ghost as a Ghost (Part 2)
"As a Taoist, I know astronomy, understand geography, master the law of yin and yang, and avoid the calamities of life and death. Why do you children come here? I understand your situation; you plan to take your own lives, become wandering souls, and pursue your lost parents."
"Turtle Mountain Taoist?"
The second brother bowed his head and pondered.
The other children pleaded for forgiveness: "Grandpa Turtle, we didn’t know you were here; we didn’t mean to disturb you."
"Grandpa Turtle, we’ll change places right now."
The children spoke to the unseen Taoist with sincerity and repeatedly apologized.
Zhou Xuan was equally apprehensive. What a good group of kids, if it weren’t for Yun Ziliang’s warning, these children might have already ended their lives.
The second brother then raised his head, clasped his fists, and said: "Grandpa Turtle, we’re truly sorry for disturbing you, but you know a lot, and I want to ask, when people die, do they really go to Soul Shepherd City? If we leave earlier, can we catch up with our parents?"
"You won’t be able to catch up."
Zhou Xuan sighed and said.
"Huh? Even if we take our own lives, we won’t catch up? After death, our souls could run faster, couldn’t they?"
"No matter how fast you run, it won’t work."
Zhou Xuan suddenly changed his tone and said: "Your parents haven’t truly passed away; if you turn into souls to pursue them, you would be heading the wrong way, like searching for fish in a tree."
"They’re not dead, but our parents are gone."
"Grandpa Turtle, if our parents aren’t dead, then where are they?"
"Not only my parents, but my sister is dead too; according to Grandpa Turtle, can we still see my sister?"
"Of course you can."
Zhou Xuan smiled, trying to make his tone cheerful, and said: "You children don’t understand the way of yin and yang. Many people have died in Mingjiang Prefecture, forming a stagnant dead air that hasn’t dispersed. If Mingjiang Prefecture can be rebuilt within half a month, your parents will be able to return."
"It’s not about souls returning, but about living another life."
Zhou Xuan’s words immediately made the children in the Daoist Temple jubilant, jumping with joy.
"Grandpa Turtle, is your word true?"
"As a Taoist, I never speak falsely. If you don’t believe it, go home and wait. I can select your parents’ souls from the dead air and let them meet you."
Zhou Xuan felt that, before rebuilding Mingjiang Prefecture, he had to give those orphaned by the disaster some hope.
These children are more sensitive and suffering than others; without enough faith, they fear they won’t last until Mingjiang Prefecture is rebuilt.
And now, it happens to be an opportunity.
Parents’ souls return home, personally telling these children—once Mingjiang Prefecture is rebuilt, they can come home.
These children, with confidence and courage, will go to notify their companions, spreading the message widely. Eventually, those who lost their parents will truly have faith to last until rebuilding ends.
"When we return home, our parents’ souls will come to see us?"
"Grandpa Turtle, is what you say true?"
"Of course it’s true, just wait at home."
Zhou Xuan reassured them again: "However, you need to tell me the number of the tent you live in, so I can send your parents’ souls to visit you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the children started reporting their tent numbers with enthusiasm.
"Tent No. 14 in Zone A."
"Tent No. 22 in Zone C."
"Tent in Zone D..."
The tent numbers were reported one after another, Zhou Xuan listened and noted them down before "dispersing" them.
"Alright, alright, I’ll remember them all in my heart; go back now."
After Zhou Xuan urged them several times, the children left with their unfinished food and returned to their tents.
As for the thoughts of taking their own lives, they’d long been forgotten to the unseen skies.
"Such a relief, at least I’ve calmed this group of kids."
Zhou Xuan thought to himself, the deception he performed could be considered a "benevolent lie," as the Engineer described it.
"Clatter, clatter!"
When Zhou Xuan was about to return to the bamboo tower to discuss the matter of "parents’ souls returning" with Zhao Wuya, suddenly, a dust-covered plaque in the Daoist Temple fell down.
Then, there was a voice saying "ouch," that came out.
Zhou Xuan immediately turned his Divine Soul around, scanned the Daoist Temple, but saw no shadow. He then coldly commanded: "Who is pretending to be supernatural here? Show yourself!"
At this moment, a Taoist phantom in an old Taoist robe emerged from the wall, bowed to Zhou Xuan and said: "Sir, you have falsely accused me; the one truly pretending to be supernatural is you!"
"..." Zhou Xuan.
Zhou Xuan bowed his head in contemplation; it seemed that what the Taoist said was right, the one who was just pretending to be supernatural was none other than himself.
"Ahem...ahem...who are you?"
"Pretending to be my name, do you not know who I am? I am the Turtle Mountain Taoist."
Turtle Mountain Taoist felt rather frustrated; you pretend to be my name and I still have to introduce myself.
Zhou Xuan immediately remembered the Engineer’s advice—colorful play masters, when impersonating someone, would attract their fortune and be entangled with karma.
"So, I impersonated the Turtle Mountain Taoist, and now the real Taoist has been summoned?"
Zhou Xuan coughed again and said: "So you’re the Turtle Mountain Taoist? You person of no faith, no righteousness, no way, no Heaven and Earth, I spit. Practicing your whole life and a group of children want to take their lives, but you don’t even stop them. You practiced the Dao for nothing."
Li Gui meets Li Kui, and it turns out Li Gui is even fiercer than Li Kui...
Turtle Mountain Taoist was also helpless, pointing to his own body, and said: "Sir, you overestimate me; I am just a wisp of remnant soul in this Taoist Temple, scared of any living person... the incense has been cut off for two years; how could I have the Daoism to help those living children."
