Above the Great Dao
Chapter 119 - 70 Grandpa’s Friends (Part 2) – 2

Chapter 119: Chapter 70 Grandpa’s Friends (Part 2) – 2

"That concubine didn’t understand," Master, if you feel bad about it, why did you just refuse him?"

Old Hu’s tears vanished, and he snorted coldly, "I can’t stand the way he begs. He’s never begged in his life, doesn’t know it should be done humbly. He came striding over here, sitting down as if he’s saying, ’Old Hu, kneel down, I’m asking you a favor.’ Is that any way to ask for a favor? When he sat down to ask me, I nearly slid off my chair and kneeled."

"Master is harsh on the outside, kind on the inside."

The concubine smiled, "Master verbally refused him, but has already agreed in his heart."

Old Hu gave her plump buttocks a hefty slap, his face twitching uncontrollably, showing a look of horror, his head shaking like a rattle-drum, "Even if he has done me a great favor, I will never agree! Huh, becoming Little Ten’s godmother..."

His fear intensified, and he said tremblingly, "I can’t do it, I really can’t! I don’t want to be killed again after I die, and also bear a reputation cursed through the ages! Our Fox Clan is already reputed poorly, accused of being evil spirits, and if I take on this cursed reputation, it would be the end of the Fox Clan! I can’t gamble on the future of the Fox Clan with this!"

The wooden cart was covered in Peach Talismans, and this was the first time Chen Shi was fully awake, traveling the night roads with his grandfather.

Under the moonlight, many strange noises surrounded the wooden cart, and in the shadows of the trees, ditches, and rocks, something was moving.

From time to time, a mist surged towards the wooden cart, yet before it approached, the hanging Peach Talismans vibrated, casting a golden glow forming the Golden Armored God, standing beside the cart, blocking the mist.

When the mist dispersed, the golden light faded, and the Golden Armored God vanished.

The Peach Talisman was engraved with the Door God Talisman, capable of preventing evil approaches.

However, in the night, there were spirits roaming about that the Peach Talisman could not handle.

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Grandfather lit a lantern, calling over the black dog, Black Pot, who ran ahead holding the lantern’s handle.

"Old Hu is a good spirit, a true warm-hearted soul."

Grandfather focused on the compass in his hand, silent for a long while, before finally saying, "He is the most cowardly yet most enthusiastic among my friends. Although he says he won’t be your godmother, after I’m gone, he will definitely come out to protect you."

Chen Shi widened his eyes and asked, "Grandfather, where are you going?"

Grandfather stretched out his rough hand, rubbed Chen Shi’s head, and smiled, "Nowhere, I’ll always be with Little Ten. I mean just in case, just in case..."

The wooden cart continued through the darkness, Chen Shi peered into the darkness outside, faintly seeing a figure standing in a distant field under the moonlight.

He quickly looked up, his heart filled with wonder, "It seems like the spirit of the Great Snake Xuan Shan, why is it following us?"

Grandfather stopped Black Pot, and the cart changed direction, with Black Pot still carrying the lantern by its side, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes ahead, and sometimes at the rear.

The dark surrounding bloodshot eyes were seared back by its lantern light.

The wooden cart zigzagged, and Chen Shi didn’t know where they had arrived.

He fell asleep in the cart, dreaming that his grandfather had disappeared, desperately searching for him, when suddenly awakened by Black Pot’s noise, only to see that the wooden cart had stopped, the moon in the sky slowly closing its eyes.

It was almost dawn.

"Why are we stopped here?" Chen Shi asked puzzledly.

"Waiting for dawn."

Chen Shi sat next to his grandfather, quietly waiting for daylight.

Ahead, over a mile away, there was a village, the circular houses vague in the moonlight.

"Grandfather, which friend are you going to meet this time?"

"Still just an Evil Spirit."

Grandpa said, "At night when you see it, you can’t control yourself. But during the day, it becomes much more rational."

At that moment, two long cracks split open the sky, like two great canyons, and giant eyes slowly opened, gradually transforming into two suns that illuminated the earth.

The sun had risen.

The surrounding mountains and forests gradually returned to normal under the sunlight.

The wooden cart continued forward and soon arrived at a village. The houses here were very old, but the people were very kind, treating others with respect, leading a prosperous life, and the village was filled with a peaceful atmosphere.

Chen Shi looked around, uncertain which person was the Evil Spirit that Grandpa had mentioned.

Grandpa came to the Divine Tree in the center of the village. Chen Shi scrutinized it carefully and saw that the tree was adorned with various wish plaques and banners. Various offerings, as well as incense that had not yet completely burned out, were placed in front of the tree.

Yet as he looked around, he did not see a tree spirit formed by exceptional powers congealing.

Suddenly, the sound of hooves approached; a green sheep with thick green fur came trotting joyfully from behind the tree. The white goat beard and flat golden pupils, while it flexed its nostrils sniffing the scent of incense and stood up on two legs, grabbing a sugarcane offered by the villagers and took a bite.

Chen Shi dazedly watched this two-legged green sheep, which stood taller than Grandpa by half a head. The green sheep was chewing the sugarcane, extracting its sweet juice, then spat out the sugarcane pulp with a "puff."

Its hooves looked less like hooves and more like sharp claws, covered in scales, with pointed and flexible hooks that easily grabbed the sugarcane.

"Chen Yindu, old Chen head!"

The green sheep saw the grandfather and grandson, beamed with joy and said with one claw grabbing the sugarcane and another on grandpa’s shoulders, "It’s been a while since you’ve visited me! I heard you died and was happy for quite a while. Now seeing you hopping around alive, don’t even mention how upset I am! And you brought Little Ten with you! Little Ten, do you remember your Uncle Green Sheep? When you were little, I even held you while you peed and played with your little bull."

Chen Shi’s face turned red, his hands protectively covering his groin.

The green sheep said arm in arm with Grandpa, "Old Chen head, are you bringing Little Ten this time to sacrifice him to me? You’re getting old, dying soon, you can no longer suppress Little Ten, right? If you can’t hold him down, who knows how many people will die."

It gleefully added, "Once you’re dead, you’ll surely be cursed as a grandson, what a relief... Doggie! Chu chu, come here to Uncle Yang! Old Chen head, you’re too courteous, having come all this way and even brought a live sacrifice; don’t leave tonight, let’s have a dog meat hotpot together."

Black Pot trembled terribly.

Grandpa could not get a word in, and it took a while before Green Sheep stopped chattering for grandpa to reveal his intentions, "I’m leaving soon..."

The green sheep looked at him excitedly, as if Grandpa might drop dead any second.

Grandpa said, "But not now. Listen to me first. I’m about to go on a long journey, but Little Ten can’t be left unattended. Out of our old friends, only you have the capability. So, I want to entrust Little Ten to you."

The green sheep, excitedly rubbing its claws, said with a trembling voice, "Sacrifice him to me, shall we start right today?"

"No, you become Little Ten’s godmother," Grandpa said.

The green sheep immediately lost interest, yawned, dropped the sugarcane, laid down its forepaws, walked on all fours towards the back of the tree, and lazily said, "Such distasteful toil is only something you, Chen Yindu, would enjoy. Here in this village, I hide in the tree pretending to be the Divine Tree by day, absorb incense by night, and become an Evil Spirit, freely creating mischief. Why should I play nanny for your Chen Family? Go away!"

It harshly said, "Old Chen head, you’re old now, your cultivation is nowhere near your peak. Be careful not to anger me, I might kill you and your grandson and enjoy your flesh!"

Grandpa sighed and said, "Green Sheep, I might not stay in this world much longer, take care. When I leave, I will send you a dream."

The green sheep shivered, stopped in its tracks, then scoffed, and with a snort, walked into the trunk of the tree with small steps, sneered, "Who cares about your dream!"

After the grandfather, grandson, and Black Pot left, the green sheep in the tree hollow cried, tears mixing with its mucus.

"The damned old Chen head, just die if you’re going to die; why tell me? If you didn’t say, die wherever you please, I wouldn’t think of you even if half a month passed. Now that you’ve told me, how can I stay uninvolved?"

—Sacrificing a book by an old friend and author, "1879 America: Call Me Boss," guaranteed quality and updates. It tells a story of time traveling to 1879 America, where the protagonist, sold as a piglet, becomes a godfather. Some of the ceremonies from the Hongmen are quite interesting. If you’re interested, check it out.