Mourning Cultivators

Funeral arrangements?

I've never heard of this door before.

Li Banfeng wanted to take a closer look at the man's face, but Qiu Zhiheng immediately blocked the window with his handrail. "Brother, the less you look, the less bad luck you'll have."

"What kind of Daoist sect is so evil? I've never heard of it before."

"It's normal that you haven't heard of it. I've lived in Pro State for over forty years, and including this time, I've only seen three funerals."

The cultivators who enter this gate don't usually travel around; they also have fixed residences.

Only when one can no longer find a way to make a living or pursue spiritual practice in their original dwelling will they move to another place.

Li Banfeng didn't quite understand. "What do you mean by 'not finding a way to make a living'?"

"It was because the people who lived there couldn't stand him anymore and fought him to the death, so he had no way to survive."

"What do you mean by 'not finding a way out of spiritual practice'?"

"He drove all his neighbors crazy, drove them away, and even drove them to their deaths. He should just move to another place and continue to harm others."

As the two were talking, Cao Ye kept crying beside them. Her sister-in-law comforted her, saying, "Don't cry, don't cry. That old man is just wailing to himself. You don't need to pay him any attention!"

The sister-in-law knew in her heart that this comfort was not very effective.

Qiu Zhiheng said to Li Banfeng, "This girl has been hit by the 'Death Dirge Bell Resonance Technique the Sangxiu. Every word that old man said is like a knife, stabbing the most painful spot in her heart. It can make a person lose their will and it will take a month or two to recover."

After crying for a while, Cao Ye stared at Li Banfeng and said, "You, you are... Brother Bai Sha?"

She had recognized Li Banfeng for a long time, but after more than a year apart, Cao Ye had never dared to recognize him.

The sister-in-law was surprised. "You two know each other?"

Li Banfeng nodded slightly and smiled.

She thought seeing a familiar Cao Ye would cheer her up, but after a moment of eye contact, Cao Ye cried even harder.

"I'm just a useless person, a good-for-nothing. Brother Bai Sha, you shouldn't have saved me in the first place. Letting me die would have been a relief."

Before Li Banfeng could speak, the old man in mourning, who had somehow somehow circled around from the gate to the outside of the courtyard wall, overheard Cao Ye's words, and even added a comment:

"You said death is a kind of liberation, and I think that makes sense. What's the point of living? It's to accomplish something meaningful."

What good is someone like you? Delivering medicinal herbs from Sanpu Village to Inner Gully, and then driving the empty truck back?

Why bother with human labor? Train your two donkeys properly, they'll be better at it than you! What's the point of you living?

The sister-in-law, unable to bear it any longer, shouted, "Shameless old dog, spouting nonsense!"

Qiu Zhiheng tugged at his sister-in-law, signaling her not to act rashly.

But by then, it was too late, as his sister-in-law had already scolded him.

"Tsk tsk tsk~" A loud smacking sound came from outside the door.

These three lip-smacking sounds are a prelude to the use of techniques by the mourner.

The old man spoke up, "Listen, listen, everyone in the neighborhood, everyone passing by, listen!"

This pharmacy is open for business, and they're actually swearing at people! Listen to how awful the things she said just now were!

The sister-in-law shouted, "Why don't you admit how awful your words are?"

"What did I say? What did I say?" The old man appeared completely innocent, from his tone to his expression. "I didn't say anything. I just said that the young girl's words made sense, and then the woman started cursing!"

"You all heard that, I came to the pharmacy to buy medicine, and they closed the door as soon as they saw me. Before I could even say anything, that woman from their shop started swearing at me!"

What do we do now?

Should we continue arguing with him?

Of course not.

First of all, most people can't win an argument with them.

Qiu Zhiheng understands the techniques of the sorcerer. "This is one of the techniques of the sorcerer, called 'Mourning Face'. In order to learn this technique, all sorcerers have undergone special training. No matter how much they argue, the sorcerer can always make his point and gain the upper hand the more they argue."

If Street Scolding Woman were here, I wonder if she could out-argue this old man.

Monkey Qiu continued, "Besides, we won't gain anything from arguing with Sang Xiu, no matter who wins or loses."

He was just passing through, and he started making a scene right in front of our door. It's our reputation and business that are damaged, but he suffers no loss whatsoever.

Moreover, the longer we argue with him, the greater our losses will be. This isn't just about our reputation, but also our feng shui. With the criticism from onlookers, he's ruined the feng shui of our pharmacy."

The sister-in-law sighed, "Zhiheng, this whole mess is your fault. If you had listened to Steward Feng, you could have avoided this disaster."

With tears in her eyes, Cao Ye said, "Brother Qiu, sister-in-law, that old man came for me. I'll leave. I can't let you get involved."

"Silly girl, where do you think you're going? If you get entangled with the evil spirits, someone will die." The sister-in-law pulled Cao Ye into the house.

The elderly man who was mourning was still shouting and cursing outside the wall.

To be honest, Li Banfeng never understood what was so powerful about this sorcerer.

Qiu Zhiheng is usually a serious person; otherwise, Li Banfeng have suspected he was joking.

"If you don't understand, just ask," Li Banfeng said. "Brother Qiu, is this Sang Xiu very good at fighting?"

What's the point of keeping such a shameless old man around?

Just as Li Banfeng was about to leave, Qiu Zhiheng stepped forward and stopped him, saying, "Brother, no!"

If it were really possible, Qiu Zhiheng would have gone long ago.

Li Banfeng said, "Do they have a powerful backer? Are you worried about retaliation? It's alright, I'll handle things cleanly."

Qiu Zhiheng shook his head and said, "If it's about helping the gang, I'm not afraid of him at all. After all, I've been through so many ups and downs in the underworld."

The sister-in-law said, "Brother Li Qi, you don't know, there's an old saying: 'Better to drink a bowl of soup for Jin Xiu than to leave a single wound for Sang Xiu.'"

Kim Soo-yi, a bowl of soup?

Li Banfeng was taken aback for a moment. "Sister-in-law, you said Jin Xiu had a bowl of soup, could it be that...?"

"That's right, it's that stuff in that bucket! Drinking a bowl of that will make you feel unwell for at most two days."

Li Banfeng waved his hand and said, "Two days isn't enough; this will make you feel uncomfortable for many more days."

The sister-in-law said, "If we hurt Sangxiu, we'll suffer for the rest of our lives. Sangxiu will keep haunting us."

"Then kill him."

"Even if we kill him, his spirit will still haunt us."

"Then collect the soul as well."

"If we take his soul, the other wandering cultivators will sense it and continue to haunt us."

"Then kill them all, kill them all until their lineage is wiped out!" Hearing the shouts and curses outside the door, Li Banfeng became even more furious.

Qiu Zhiheng shook his head and said, "The curse of being a malignant cultivator is bad luck. If we really have to fight with a malignant cultivator for the rest of our lives, how can we live like this? I'll think of a way to deal with this."

Li Banfeng looked out the wall and gritted his teeth slightly, saying, "If I, General Genzi, were here, I would feed this old bastard a few spoonfuls, and then let's see how arrogant he can be."

Ma Wu got off the train at Belt Ridge, where two women in their twenties, dressed in flamboyant attire, came to greet him.

"Sir, have you found a place to stay? Our hotel is the most affordable."

"A single room is 150 yuan, and a dormitory room is 50 yuan."

"Look at you, you have no sense of propriety. Just by looking at this gentleman's clothes, you can tell he's not staying in a dormitory. We have superior rooms in our shop, three hundred yuan a night. My sister and I will warm your bed together."

Ma Wu politely declined the two girls' offers. If he didn't, he wouldn't be able to get his business done. There was a man who wandered around the Belt Ridge train station for a month but couldn't find his way out.

After exiting the station, Ma Wu hailed a rickshaw. The Carriage Driver asked, "Sir, would you like to find a place to rest first and then come again, or would you like to find a place to come again first and then rest?"

Ma Wu laughed and asked, "Is there a place where we can rest while we travel?"

The Carriage Driver nodded and said, "Yes, there are too many."

Ma Wu loves the atmosphere of Belt Ridge; he could come here a hundred times and still not get enough.

"Take me to the movies first."

The Carriage Driver was taken aback; it was rare to see a passenger who had just gotten off the train and went straight to see a movie.

Which cinema are you going to?

"Can you recommend one?"

"Would you like to watch it lying down or sitting up?"

This is a unique rule in Belt Ridge: watching movies while lying down means lying on a large bed in a private box, with someone lying next to you.

Ma Wu was there on official business, so he couldn't just lie down and watch. He first had the Carriage Driver drive around the town, and then chose a movie theater where he could sit and watch.

Before long, Ma Wu arrived at the cinema, bought a ticket for "Blood Blade Detective", and sat down in his seat.

Then a girl came and sat on Ma Wu's lap.

This is a movie you watch sitting down.

In Belt Ridge, the attendance rate for "Blood Blade Detective" was only so-so, with fewer than ten people in the theater, which was just right for the girl to perform.

"Blood Spear Detective" sold extremely well, with tickets for the afternoon and evening showings sold out, and the queue for the midnight showings was now open.

Halfway through the movie, Ma Wu kept glancing into the girl's eyes, but he didn't see any romantic feelings.

This is quite different from the situation at Black Stone Slope.

In Black Stone Slope, once you step into the cinema, you're bound to be captivated by the experience.

But as long as you leave the theater for three to five hours, this lingering feeling in your eyes will slowly disappear.

In other words, the movie "Blood Blade Detective" only made money from one group of viewers who, influenced by their emotions, watched it one show after another in the theater.

But after they leave the theater, they feel bored, just like Aqin and Huo Ling, who never want to go to the theater again the next day.

But what is the purpose of doing this?

Just to earn the money from two more movie tickets?

When you do the math, it's true that they made a lot of money. According to Ma Wu's information, in Black Stone Slope, "Blood Blade Detective" sold three times more tickets than the previous film.

According to Ma Wu's deduction, "Blood Blade Detective 6" should be the first time they added a romantic element to a movie.

Who are they?

How much risk is involved?

If people find out they're tampering with the movies, can this business continue?

Is there a way to crack this?

As Ma Wu was pondering this, the girl on his lap wiped her lips, then suddenly got up and left.

It's good that she's gone. Ma Wu was feeling a bit bored, so he decided to watch the movie more seriously.

After a moment, another woman sat on Ma Wu's lap and said with a smile, "Fifth Son, you came to my territory to have fun without even informing me."

Ma Wu laughed and said, "I took a walk around town just to let you know."

He handed the blood-stained handkerchief to Feng Daiku, lowering his voice to say, "Take a look, do you recognize this?"

Feng Daiku smile, assuming the blood came from the bed. "Which girl did you violate?"

Upon smelling the blood, Feng Daiku smile vanished instantly.

"Fifth Son, this is False Emotion Root. Where did you get this thing?"

P. S.: Salad is sick, so this chapter is a bit short. Please forgive me, everyone.