Strange Happenings in a Small Town

The fastest update to Seeking the Dao in the Mortal World!

Amidst the crackling of firecrackers, the old year departs, and the warm spring breeze brings new life to the Tusu.

As the sun shines brightly on every door and window, people replace the old peachwood charms with new ones.

The spring rain was continuous, but the air in the small town lacked the freshness of the rain. Firecrackers crackled everywhere, and the smell of gunpowder permeated the streets and alleys. Children ran around in the rain, picking up any remaining dry firecrackers and trying to light them. Some actually went off, and the children beamed with joy.

It's Chinese New Year...

Qin Yi, holding an oil-paper umbrella, stood outside the town watching the firecrackers being set off by each household. He then realized that the customs of Qian Kingdom were similar to those of China, and that they also celebrated the Spring Festival.

I really miss it; I've finally found something familiar in this other world.

I wonder if Southern Li has this kind of festival custom...

Even if she did, Li Qingjun would most likely be too busy to celebrate the New Year at this time.

This is a small town within the territory of Qian Kingdom. Although it's called a small town, it feels quite lively, comparable to a county in Southern Li. In Southern Li, if it rains heavily, you won't see anyone on the streets.

He came to this town because he heard on the way that there was a sacred mountain nearby, where Daoist Temple it that there are relics of immortals. As a result, a Daoist Daoist Temple is said to have gained some enlightenment from the relics of immortals and has obtained the Longevity Method. He is now 250 years old...

The number 250 made Qin Yi want to complain, but the "Immortal Ruins" and "Longevity Method" piqued his interest, so he would naturally come to explore them.

That makes sense, right? Where there are traces of immortality, there Daoist Temple be Daoist temples. Our own Immortal Trace Mountain doesn't even have a single tile on Daoist Temple, let alone a Daoist temple. No wonder not many people believe in it. But actually, Immortal Trace Mountain is the one that truly has traces of immortality, and the arrogant stick in the ring proves that.

Dusk was falling, and the spring rain was pouring down. The distant mountains were still some distance away, blurred and indistinct in the rain. Qin Yi decided to stay overnight in the town.

He was standing at the archway outside the town, looking at several notices posted on the street.

One of the notices stated that the well in the Wang Yuanwai's house had inexplicably dried up, and even the stinking ditch behind the house was dry. The notice offered a reward for a master who was skilled in well surveying and dredging.

Qin Yi stared blankly, many past events flashing through his mind.

At that time, when people saw the list, they felt that the incident in Zhang Family Village was most likely man-made, but they still went in the end...

The current situation is quite unusual... wells have inexplicably dried up, and even ditches are dry. It's surprising that a wealthy family has to resort to posting a notice for help when no normal cause can be found. It's quite possible that something supernatural is at play.

At the foot of this mountain, known as a "celestial site," are demons causing trouble? Qin Yi smiled.

If it were you, you would definitely be very interested in going to see it.

I'll make your portion for you.

The child picked up another firecracker, but it went off as a dud in the damp rain. The child wiped his nose and reluctantly tossed the dud aside.

"Hey, this one will definitely make a sound."

A firecracker was handed to him; it looked dry and usable. The child happily took it, looked up, and saw a handsome older brother smiling kindly with his eyes narrowed. But in this chilly spring weather, this older brother was only wearing a thin blue shirt; it looked cold on him.

The child didn't think too much about it, lit the firecrackers and threw them into the puddle next to him.

With a "bang," mud and water splashed everywhere, turning him into a muddy mess.

Qin Yi laughed heartily, muttering to himself, "Ye Ling will definitely like it. I wonder if there are any firecrackers there."

"Who is Ye Ling?" the dusty-faced child asked curiously.

"He's a kid who's about as stupid as you."

"I'm not stupid, I can help Mom buy soy sauce!" the child retorted Qi Ingestion, then became curious again. "Big brother, aren't you cold?"

"It's not cold," Qin Yi said with a smile. "Little friend, which family owns the Wang Yuanwai family in town?"

"That's our master," the child whispered. "My mother said he suffered this punishment because he was too cruel. Big brother, you shouldn't go..."

Qin Yi rubbed his head. "You still say you're not a stupid kid? Do you think you can say that to everyone you meet? If your mother finds out, she'll beat you to death."

The so-called Wang Yuanwai was a retired bureaucrat who had returned to his hometown. To the town, he was a big shot, the kind who could chat and laugh with the county magistrate. He owned a third of the land in the town, and most of the townspeople were either his long-term servants or his laborers. Qin Yi stood at the door of Wang Yuanwai's house, looking at the fierce-looking gatekeeper, and shook his head slightly.

I'm afraid I've come to the wrong place.

It's been almost half a month since we started this journey. Originally, we wanted to slay demons and monsters, but the strange things we've encountered along the way are often man-made. We haven't killed any demons, but we've eliminated quite a few bullies. Now, this Wang Yuanwai family's household could probably be described as a battle between demons and bullies, a dog-eat-dog situation?

Then there's nothing to worry about...

Just as she was about to turn and leave, Liusu spoke up, "You should still take a look. You haven't seen anything along the way, so it's not uncommon for something to be unusual, so of course you should check it out, whether you can help or not is another matter."

Qin Yi thought to himself, "Why do I feel like you're the one looking for trouble?"

"Can't I have some fun? This journey has been so boring."

"I'm starting to seriously doubt how you survived tens of thousands of years in the mountains."

"Is it because they've been cooped up in the mountains for too long that they can't get away with it?"

"Alright..." Qin Yi had no choice but to step forward.

The servants had noticed him long ago; he was standing at the door, looking rather foolish and acting suspiciously. So they demanded, "What are you doing?"

"Professional pipe dredging, sewers, sewage pipes, telephones... uh, wrong script, I'm here to help you solve your well problem."

"You?" The servant looked Qin Yi up and down suspiciously. Dressed in a blue robe, with an elegant demeanor, he looked like a scholar. Would he do something like this?

I didn't chase him away before because he seemed suspicious and didn't look like an ordinary person. Turns out, this guy is not only an ordinary person, but also a well-drainer?

Qin Yi laughed, "Anyway, I won't charge you if it doesn't work out, so why do you care what I look like? We've already put out a list, why are we being picky?"

The servant went inside to report with some skepticism. A short while later, a steward with a worried look came out and, without asking any questions, said directly, "Since you've come to see the well, come with me quickly."

It seems this is all because of the well problem; the patriarch probably drove him to the brink of suicide...

Qin Yi was about to enter when someone came in from outside, shouting, "Daoist Priest Qinghe is here!"

The steward was overjoyed and rushed out to greet him, saying, "With the Daoist priest performing his magic, the problem will surely be solved!"

Qin Yi turned his head and saw a middle-aged Daoist priest slowly approaching amidst the sound of firecrackers. He wore a Daoist robe with the Eight Trigrams symbol, his long beard flowed down his chest, he held a whisk in his hand, and Peach Wood Sword was slung across his back. Against the backdrop of the firecracker smoke, he looked exceptionally otherworldly and dignified.

So you do have some cultivation... First level of Phoenix Cultivation? Or second level?

Not bad at all. He's the first Daoist priest with real cultivation that Qin Yi has met since his journey north. It seems that the immortal mountain might actually have some secrets.

If it's a simple demon, a Daoist priest at the first or second level of the Phoenix Realm with some real skills is indeed enough.

However, with the steward and servants all fawning over the Daoist priest, he found himself standing alone by the door, completely ignored...

Qin Yi chuckled and silently followed the crowd inside.

The gatekeeper asked curiously, "Daoist Priest Qinghe is already here, what are you, a scholar, doing going in?"

"The Daoist priest performs his rituals, I practice mys; we're unrelated... If you have a beautiful young lady in your family, we might as well get to know her..."

Qin Yi casually agreed, but suddenly felt a sense of unease, as if he were being watched.

I quickly turned my head and saw a Gungun, yellow-clad figure at the street corner, which disappeared in a flash.