The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 134 - 132 This Is Our Village’s Public Toilet

Chapter 134: Chapter 132 This Is Our Village’s Public Toilet

At this moment, the Yin Cha was leading Zhang Xiuying and her son on their journey. They were in the endless darkness, with each step extending the path by a foot, as if the end was never in sight.

Then, some faint golden halos suddenly appeared above their heads, like floating lanterns, drifting gently and casting warm light.

It illuminated the entire path.

Zhang Xiuying and her son turned around in astonishment, and the Yin Cha also turned, witnessing this scene.

"The Young Master is burning her merit to light up your path of reincarnation, so that your future can be bright and splendid."

Zhang Xiuying seemed to understand but not quite and stared blankly at the halos for a long time before saying, "The Little Master... must be the reincarnation of an immortal."

Under the faint golden halos, the path to Huangquan, Naihe Bridge, and the mighty waterfall of Jiuyou River became visible ahead.

The Spiritual Incense burned out.

Gouwa walked up with a flattering demeanor, "Little Immortal, I know I was wrong, really. But what’s the use of knowing that now, anyway, I’m already dead. Please, be the bigger person and let it go, spare me, and let me reincarnate, okay?"

"No way!" Yun Qi didn’t beat around the bush, firmly rejecting him with a crisp voice.

"Then why are you keeping me here?" Gouwa got a bit anxious, "I’m a ghost, staying in the village isn’t good for everyone, and you can’t stay here forever. If something bad happens later, you can’t blame me for it."

Ha, still dare to threaten!

Like a little adult, Yun Qi waved his hand, "You’ll know in a few days."

***

A few days later, the police returned Gouwa’s body to his nephew.

After all, he was dead, and any punishment was meaningless to him.

One day, Yun Qiuce and Yun Qi appeared at Gouwa’s nephew’s house again.

Under the sun, Yun Qi’s little face was sunburned red, and she firmly punched Yun Qiuce, saying:

"Uncle, you have to perform well, Qi is waiting for your good news."

Yun Qiuce smirked, "Don’t worry, don’t you know your uncle’s skills? Although I’m clueless in Mysticism, when it comes to deceiving people, I’m quite talented."

With that, Yun Qiuce swaggered in.

Gouwa’s nephew, named Wu Qian, was squatting under the eaves, sighing and seemed troubled about his uncle’s situation. When he looked up and saw Yun Qiuce, he said grumpily, "Who are you, got the wrong door, get out, get out!"

With a calm demeanor, Yun Qiuce looked up, "Tsk tsk, what a pity, such a good house and excellent feng shui, definitely could produce someone important, such a pity, such a pity..."

Saying that, he turned to leave.

Wu Qian and his wife exchanged a glance, quickly catching up to ask, "Sir, what did you mean by what you said earlier?"

Yun Qiuce gave a mysterious smile, indeed resembling a sage from beyond society.

"My name is Yun Qiuce, perhaps you’ve heard of the Hai City Yun Family?"

"Hai City Yun Family, isn’t that a famous mystical family? I’ve heard my sisters mention it." Wu Qian’s wife said excitedly, "I heard they’ve produced several Mystical Technique masters."

Wu Qian’s eyes lit up, and he immediately pulled Yun Qiuce, asking, "Sir, no, Master Yun, what do you mean by what you said, our house can produce someone important?"

Yun Qiuce nodded, "Of course, although I can’t compare to my ancestors, I’ve heard and seen so much since I was young that reading feng shui is a piece of cake for me. As I passed by your doorway earlier, I saw your courtyard layout is top-notch feng shui, so I couldn’t help but take a look, unexpectedly, hey—"

He let out a long sigh, looking regretful.

Wu Qian and his wife immediately grew nervous, "Master Yun, what’s wrong, didn’t you say our feng shui is great? Can you take a look and tell us if our child can get into a good school on the exam next year?"

Yun Qiuce shook his head, full of regret, "Although your house has good feng shui, if I’m not mistaken, you’ve been unlucky lately, dragged down by your relatives."

Wu Qian slapped his thigh in excitement, "Master Yun, you’re spot on! Lately, I’ve been ruined by my uncle. Why can’t he just stay at home quietly? No, he went out to kill people, and after he did, he didn’t even cover it up. He took someone’s shoes and wrote in his diary, and now he’s gone without a care, leaving our family in bad luck."

Yun Qiuce clenched his fist, suppressing the urge to punch that face, "Actually, from your face, I can tell you’ll definitely be prosperous and wealthy in the future, but your relatives dragged you down, and your wealth and glory fly away; such is fate!"

"Really?" Wu Qian’s wife pushed her husband aside, crowding in front of Yun Qiuce, "Master, is there a way to break it?"

"There is, but I’m worried you won’t agree."

"Tell us, tell us, as long as we can do it, we’ll do as you say."

"Your uncle is the reincarnation of an Evil Star, that’s why he got into trouble with murder. Even if such a person dies, he continues to emit Evil Qi, affecting the descendants. Since he had no children, naturally, only your family is affected. The only thing you can do now is to sever this connection and suppress his Evil Qi."

Outside the gate of Wu Qian’s house, Gouwa’s soul was exposed to the sun, feeling utterly uncomfortable, even emitting black smoke from his body.

But at this moment, he couldn’t care less about this and couldn’t help but ask upon hearing the conversation inside:

"Why did you bring me here? This is my nephew’s house. Are you up to some ghostly tricks again?"

Yun Qi tilted her head, her small face steady, and said fiercely, "That’s right, Qi is up to ghostly tricks on you."

"Hey, you little brat, how can you be so bad at such a young age?"

Yun Qi wore an arrogant, flamboyant smile, like a mischievous little devil, "Yeah, who told you to be so unlucky to run into me."

In the yard, Wu Qian and his wife earnestly asked, "How to suppress it?"

"I’m worried you won’t be able to do it; never mind, I’ll just mind my own business." Yun Qiuce said this and turned to leave again.

Wu Qian’s wife grabbed him, "Don’t leave, Master Yun, whatever instructions you have, just say the word, we can discuss it. Our family listens to me, my husband’s words mean nothing."

Yun Qiuce stared at Wu Qian’s wife, "They say if you run into a ghost at night, spit or pee at it; do you know why?"

Wu Qian and his wife stared earnestly at Yun Qiuce, subconsciously shaking their heads like two silly geese.

"Because ghosts are afraid of dirty things, like excrement and urine; they may be dirty, but they’re the best at suppressing Evil Qi. So if you want to break your uncle’s bad influence, the best way is to use dirt like excrement and urine to suppress him."

Wu Qian and his wife exchanged a glance.

His wife muttered, "Then... do we offer excrement and urine when we worship him in the future?"

She was shocked by her own words and seemed scared by the suggestion.

"No way, no way," Wu Qian shook his head, "That’s our ancestral tomb. Next to it lies my great-grandfather and grandfather. My goodness, a plate of excrement and urine for the whole family to share, aren’t you afraid the ancestors will visit us at night."

Yun Qiuce sneered disdainfully and said to Wu Qian’s wife, "What’s the use of a bowl of excrement and urine? Your uncle is the reincarnation of an Evil Star; don’t underestimate him. The best way is to find a special burial site for him."

Yun Qiuce said, conjuring a Spirit Talisman and recited a spell with closed eyes, looking rather serious.

Moments later, the Spirit Talisman flew out, drifting down to a specific spot.

Wu Qian and his wife followed it all the way and were dumbfounded.

"Master, this... this is our village’s public toilet."