Yinshan Record

Chapter 134 Newcomers to Beiman
A flash of cold light, and the group of ghost messengers were nowhere to be seen in the shed.

Only pieces of white paper cut into human shapes lay on the damp ground, and the pure yin energy made the temperature inside the shed even lower.

Lu Bai slowly put down the talisman in his hand.

With swordsmanship of such unparalleled skill, using any magical talisman to defeat the enemy is nothing but a joke.

With Su Che's current level of cultivation, he couldn't even detect how the middle-aged scholar made his move.

They truly lived in seclusion amidst the bustling city; they underestimated the heroes of the world.

Su Che gave himself a warning: he should not underestimate the cultivators in the world just because he had the Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden in his hands. If this middle-aged man intended to harm him, he might not even have time to use a protective treasure like the Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden if he was caught off guard.

This person's swordsmanship was clearly that of an assassin, concealing his strength and then striking a fatal blow. He remained still until the very end, then moved with lightning speed, instantly killing the group of ghost messengers with a single sword strike.

Judging from the looks of it, they're clearly here for the Yin-Yang Dharma King.

Su Che wondered to himself, "Could it be that Guobei County is also about to be affected?"
The middle-aged scholar straightened his hempen robe, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“This Yuanyang Gourd was originally your master’s most prized possession. Selling it to you for three hundred taels of gold is really a bargain for you.”

How could the leading demon not know that he had kicked a hornet's nest?

However, the Yin-Yang Dharma King was used to being arrogant and had countless enemies. As a low-level ghost messenger, he did not know which one had come to his door.

The big ghost was also a bachelor, so he simply knelt on the ground, holding the purple jade gourd in his withered, yellow hands and whispering.

"It was all my fault for being blind and offending you, senior. I will gladly offer you three hundred taels of gold. Please take this gourd with you, senior. I saw nothing at all."

The middle-aged scholar pointed to the papers behind him.

"With so many ghost messengers missing from your Yin-Yang realm, you won't be able to explain yourself when you go back, will you?"

"These are all idle ghosts recruited by a villain. Their names are not in the Book of Life and Death in the realm. As long as I go back, I can report back."

The large demon held the purple jade gourd, and it was unclear whether he was speaking carelessly or telling the truth.

The middle-aged scholar smiled.

"You still think you can go back and explain? Tell me, what's going on with these prisoners?"

With a flick of his finger, a faint sword hum rang out, and the illusions surrounding the prisoners dressed in white prison uniforms with their long hair covering their faces vanished.

These are not a group of destitute prisoners; they are clearly a group of women dressed in fine clothes and wearing various ornaments.

Su Che observed that the eight women appeared to be no more than twenty years old. Their eyes were closed, their faces lifeless, and although they wore many ornaments, very few of them were of good quality. Their fingers were calloused, indicating that they were not pampered people. They were probably courtesans from somewhere.

"When did the Yin-Yang Dharma King get involved in this business of kidnapping people and trafficking women?"

The middle-aged scholar let out a cold laugh, his brows furrowed with anger. If the great ghost's answer did not satisfy him, a thunderous blow would surely await.

The big ghost hurriedly bowed his head and kowtowed: "This is not the decree of the Dharma King. It is all the mess of the little ghosts below. A few days ago, I was ordered to hold a banquet in the territory to entertain all the heroes. The masters above think that the female ghosts in the territory are too vulgar and uncultured to bring honored guests. They ordered me to go to Cizhou to kidnap some female entertainers."

Su Che was both amused and exasperated. These old ghosts in the Yin-Yang realm were so fussy. They complained that the female ghosts in the realm were not skilled enough. Did they think that the ones in Cizhou were better?

It is clearly a deliberate attempt to create pretexts to abduct people.

Once these female musicians entered their realm between the living and the dead, they were probably just one of those "vulgar and uncultured" female ghosts.

However, what kind of grand event is being held in this Yin-Yang realm? Could it be the so-called "Golden Book Conference"?
Could the Northern Dynasty's backup plan in the south be that reclusive Yin-Yang Dharma King?

Thinking of this, Su Che exchanged a glance with Lu Bai, and at the same time saw the horror in the other's eyes.

If it's true, then the Dragon King of Dongting came first, followed by the Yin-Yang Dharma King. Yuwen Rui has truly infiltrated the entire Liang Dynasty, leaving no monsters or demons untouched.

"Thanks to those old devils for going to such lengths."

The middle-aged scholar let out a cold laugh.

"If I intercept them, you won't be able to explain yourself when you get back, will you?"

“Easy to report, easy to report,” the big ghost said, pressing his head into the ground. “I have been traveling in this world for many years and have a few close friends. It won’t be too difficult to deal with this.”

"Alright, I'll keep these girls."

"Being able to serve their elders is a blessing they've accumulated over many lifetimes."

The middle-aged scholar looked at Su Che and said, "Bring that gourd over here."

Su Che looked at the large ghost holding the purple jade gourd. Upon hearing this, the ghost trembled violently, and his large, waxy yellow hands almost couldn't hold the small gourd.

Young Master Su strode over, took the gourd, and presented it to the middle-aged scholar with both hands. "Are you a sword cultivator?"

The middle-aged scholar, however, did not accept the gourd.

"I practiced it for a while."

"After practicing for a while, you can master the sword aura. If you were to practice for several more years, you might have to slay the heavenly tribulation with your sword and attain immortality."

The middle-aged scholar sneered: "Although your words are not entirely true, your heart is not bad. Today you have run into me, and I will give you a great opportunity."

Su Che was speechless for a moment. How could you tell that I am not a bad person?

"May I have your name."

"Junior Zuo Lengchan."

Zuo Lengchan, the middle-aged scholar muttered twice.

"That's a good name. Does your family have business in Cizhou?"

"Xiangfuhao Herbal Medicine Shop in Cizhou City is my family's property."

Su Che wasn't afraid of his investigation, because there really was a Xiangfuhao herbal medicine shop in Cizhou City. It was a villa where Yu Ze made money. This time, for the Golden Book Conference, Yu Zhongcheng brought it out as Su Che's background.

The shopkeeper inside didn't really know who the owner was, so he wasn't afraid of being investigated.

"And this one?"

"When I was traveling around, my family was worried that something might happen to me, so they asked Teacher Lu to take care of me along the way."

"Alright, from this moment on, you are still Zuo Lengchan, but you are no longer Zuo Lengchan, the young master of Cizhou Xiangfuhao Herbal Medicine Shop. You are a disciple of the Beimang Ghost Ancestor Palace, and your master is named Huang Kou."

Su Che was taken aback. Huang Kou, what does he have to do with this?

This "master" is still hiding in his own Qingdi Treasure Garden.

"A meeting is being held within the Yin-Yang realm, and the Northern Mang Ghost Ancestor Palace is among those invited. You have come to attend the meeting on your master's orders."

“Senior, the Yin-Yang Dharma King possesses immense magical power, while my cultivation is shallow. I fear I may delay your important matters.”

"Unparalleled magical power? Even if the Yin-Yang Old Ghost is powerful, can he be more powerful than Yu Lizi, or more powerful than the Lion-Green-Lotus Tathagata?"

Su Che asked with a wry smile, "Senior, who are these two people?"

"Keep this gourd safe. Tomorrow, you will enter the Yin-Yang realm with him. Don't worry, I have the wondrous art of the Azure Dragon, which will protect you."

"But this gourd..."

Su Che picked up the purple jade gourd in his hand.

If this item is truly the lost treasure of the Yin-Yang Dharma King, wouldn't it expose his weakness if it were discovered by people in the Yin-Yang realm?
"It's alright. If anyone asks, just say that you met the Yin-Yang Dharma King with your master in the Ghost Ancestor Palace of Beiman, and he personally bestowed this gourd upon you."

The middle-aged scholar's eyes, sharp as swords, swept over Su Che from head to toe.

"Go ahead and do it; I'll take care of the rest."

As he spoke, he stood up and brushed his sleeves.

"I'll send these women away. You can do as you please. I'll come back to find you tomorrow."

After saying this, a flash of electricity appeared between his fingers, and the seven women were put into his sleeve.

The middle-aged scholar trembled, transforming into a small, candle-sized wisp of blue light, and drifted directly eastward.

"The sword transforms into a blue dragon, covering a thousand miles in an instant."

The big ghost had stood up at some point and sighed.

"I wonder which swordsman from the East China Sea is famous."

"Old Ghost Taigong Chong greets Young Master Zuo. We'll have to look out for each other in the future."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

The big ghost who called himself Taigong Chong took off his black hat, revealing a bald head.

"Young master, you've been outmaneuvered."

(End of this chapter)