I Bumped Into a Taoist Priest [New Book Please Collect!]

The moon is bright, the wind is gentle.

Leaves obscure the window lattice.

In the small, dim room, there was the sound of dripping water.

Drip, drip.

No, it wasn't water, but blood.

A Qiang stared at his fists, gritting his teeth, grief and resentment churning within him.

"Why? Why is this world so unfair?" he looked up and asked.

He once had a childhood sweetheart.

Her name was A Zhen.

The two grew up together from a young age, their eyes only for each other for over a decade.

He had long considered A Zhen his wife, and A Zhen had long considered him her husband.

He thought that once he saved up enough betrothal gifts, everything would happen naturally.

But a few days ago, he heard that A Zhen was going to marry a County Magnate.

He couldn't believe it, so he ran to A Zhen's house to ask.

However, A Zhen's parents did not let him in.

They said, "Don't come looking for A Zhen again from now on."

Why?

He said no one felt more deeply for A Zhen than he did.

He wasn't lying; he had always believed that no one in this world loved A Zhen more than he did.

A Zhen's parents scoffed.

"How much deeper can it be than the bride price from the other party?"

Today was the day of A Zhen's wedding.

A Qiang rushed over like a madman and blocked the Bridal Sedan Chair.

He finally saw A Zhen.

He just wanted to ask one question: was A Zhen also unwilling to marry that Old Man?

As long as she said yes.

He would take her and fly far away, no longer caring about anything else.

But A Zhen said:

"Don't come looking for me again in the future. I'm afraid my husband will misunderstand."

So she was willing?

So all those years of friendship before were fake?

He was beaten half to death by the Magnate Family's servants and thrown into the Sewer. He didn't stagger home until midnight.

But the pain in his body was not even a fraction of the pain in his heart.

His heart felt like a piece had been gouged out, and it could never be filled.

He felt like a fool, being toyed with by this damned fate for over a decade.

"Why! Why are you doing this to me!" He tore at his clothes in agony.

At that moment, a sinister voice suddenly echoed in his ear.

"Heh heh, because you're too weak."

"Who?"

A Qiang's eyes widened sharply. The room was empty, with no other person in sight.

Who was speaking? Was it an Illusion?

"Because you are too weak, you are destined to be trampled underfoot! You hate them, you hate that Damn Magnate, he's old and shameless, still wanting to marry a young and beautiful Concubine at his age. You hate that Stinky Woman, she doesn't cherish old feelings, watching you being beaten to death without any pity. You hate her Parents, they looked down on you, and were subservient to the Magnate, haha, you hate too many people. But, you can only hate, you can do nothing."

The voice was still in his ear, incredibly clear, definitely not fake.

A Qiang's heart pounded. He asked nervously, "Are you human or ghost?"

"Human, or ghost, does it matter?" The voice drifted, yet seemed filled with endless temptation: "What matters is, I have a powerful strength that can make all these people you resent pay the price in blood!"

"Strength... What, what are you talking about?" A Qiang leaned against the wall, trembling.

"Your life is already destined to be that of an ant. Even if you are stepped into the mud, you cannot struggle, and can only carry this resentment until you die. But I have a strength that can make you powerful, can make them regret provoking you in their next life, can make this unfair world tremble for you. Do you, want it?"

A Qiang's eyes were wide open. He took a few deep breaths, and said with a tremble, "I want..."

"Then..."

"Are you afraid of death?"

The voice grew more and more alluring. A Qiang's eyes gradually lit up with a strange gleam, falling into a peculiar state of emotion.

He was like a traveler, parched for over ten days in the desert, who suddenly saw fine wine and roasted meat ahead. A powerful, irrepressible desire erupted from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm not afraid."

"Then you only need a simple transaction."

"How do we trade?"

"Turn around."

A Qiang found this strange, as he was clearly leaning against the wall.

But he still obediently looked back.

That glance sent a chill down his spine.

It turned out that on the wall behind him, there was a face!

Clear features, lively eyes, a living, breathing face!

"Heh heh, were you scared just now? Remember this fear. Think about how you will bring a hundred or even a thousand times this fear to them in the future. Don't you crave it?"

The face gradually protruded, followed by the body beneath it. Soon, a strange figure dressed in a dark blue robe appeared before A Qiang.

"What is it?" A Qiang asked, trembling.

In fact, he had already guessed that the other party was not human. Perhaps it would be more fitting to ask, "What ghost are you?"

"I am an envoy from the Ghost Kingdom, and at the same time, I am here to help you, my friend."

The ghost continued to speak in a soft, seductive voice, and at the same time, took something out of his embrace and handed it to A Qiang.

He opened his hand, and in his palm with sharp fingernails lay a dirty small copper coin.

"Take this, and you can possess terrifying power. But you must sell me your life. In this unjust world, this is a rare and fair transaction. Do you... agree?"

A Qiang was so scared he wanted to turn and run.

But another voice in his heart told him to take the copper coin and get revenge on them.

Death was no big deal.

He wanted to drag those people down with him!

"I..."

Just as his heart was beating wildly.

A clear voice suddenly came from outside the window: "I disagree."

"Huh?"

The ghost frowned and looked out the window. A cold aura erupted from its body, making A Qiang shiver involuntarily.

He turned his head and saw a ridiculously handsome little Daoist priest standing outside the window. He was wearing a brand-new azure daoist robe, with a bamboo hairpin casually stuck in his topknot, exuding an indescribable air of elegance.

A Qiang's first thought was... if I looked like this, maybe A Zhen wouldn't have left?

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

If I looked like this, would I even want her?

While he was lost in thought, the little Daoist priest said to him, "Sorry, the door wasn't open, so I climbed over the wall."

"Ah... oh." A Qiang nodded blankly.

The blue-robed ghost narrowed its eyes. "Where did this little Daoist priest come from? Truly seeking death."

Just as it was about to raise its hand to end the little Daoist priest's life, a flash of lightning suddenly struck its mind.

Wait, a Daoist priest?

Could this Daoist priest... be that Daoist priest?

It carefully examined Li Chu, and the iron sword on his back.

Seemed unremarkable?

But out of caution, it still asked, "Little Daoist priest, have you ever been to the Liu Family Ghost Building?"

"Been there a few times. What, do you have a connection with the ghosts inside?" Li Chu retorted.

If this ghost wanted to chat, he wouldn't mind talking with it. It would be even better if he could figure out its origin and its purpose for concocting vengeful spirits.

However, his wish was not to be.

Upon hearing him say, "Been there a few times," the ghost's expression changed drastically! Like an animal whose fur had suddenly stood on end, its ghost body trembled, and then it turned and fled!

Its speed was astonishing, almost a blur of blue light!

To avoid letting it escape, Li Chu could only quickly draw his sword and slash!

The blue-robed ghost had mustered the strength of several lifetimes to escape in an instant, but sensing the terrifying sword pressure behind it, it still realized that death was imminent.

It only had time to send a message far away with all its might.

"I ran into a Daoist priest! Ah--"

Thanks to "Gong Qi Man Man De Meng San San Na" for the hundred-coin reward.