Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 40 D584, the Ghost Bus
Qi Yun's improved blood and strength from the Five Internal Organs Fist were completely seen through by Zhong Weiguo!

His thoughts raced through his mind in a flash.

He had already thought about it on the way: these people in front of him were definitely not like Zhao Xinmin's fellow villagers, or Zhang Qiang and his group of college students who had just entered society and could not be fooled by their random words.

These people represent the power of the "official" authorities, and they clearly possess information and means far exceeding those of ordinary people.

The excuses used to fool ordinary people won't work here.

We must tell the truth!
But the core secrets—the Crimson Hunt Fire, the Jade Slip, time travel—must never be revealed.

Otherwise, it will definitely cause him a huge problem!
“That’s right!” Qi Yun nodded frankly, his eyes calm. “Everything did indeed originate from Shenxian Mountain.”

A glint flashed in Zhong Weiguo's eyes, and the faint smile on his face seemed to become more genuine.

"It seems we've got a lot to talk about tonight."

As he spoke, he pulled out a crumpled pack of Hongtashan cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for himself, and then casually offered it to Qi Yun.

Qi Yun didn't stand on ceremony, reached out and pulled out a cigarette, putting it in his mouth.

Zhong Weiguo, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, casually rubbed his right thumb and forefinger together, then touched Qi Yun's cigarette with it, and the cigarette immediately lit!
Upon seeing this, Qi Yun's expression shifted slightly!
His Crimson Hunting Fire burns away evil spirits, but has no effect on things in the mortal world!
This move by Zhong Weiguo was clearly a power that he didn't understand at all!

Using it deliberately in front of him is a way of intimidating him.

He suppressed his emotions, took a deep breath, and let the pungent smoke fill his lungs.

Zhong Weiguo casually withdrew his finger, lit his own cigarette, and lit it as well.

The whole process was smooth and natural, as ordinary as eating and drinking.

"Let's go, we'll talk in the next room." Zhong Weiguo exhaled a puff of smoke and turned around first.

Qi Yun followed him into the brightly lit main room next door.

This is clearly a place for dining and entertaining guests, with an eight-immortal table and several long benches.

Everyone else was there except for Kobayashi, who went to cook noodles.

Zhao Yue changed into a clean jacket and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.

The woman in the leather jacket sat on the bed, the water stains on her jacket still wet, and she kept wiping them with a towel; while Xiao Wu sat curiously at the table.

All eyes were on Qi Yun.

Qi Yun didn't stand on ceremony. He walked straight to the octagonal table, pulled out a bench, and sat down casually.

He crossed his legs, took a deep drag of his cigarette, and slowly exhaled, the smoke swirling in the bright light.

The house was quiet, with only the sound of rain outside and the faint clatter of spatulas from the kitchen. No one was rushing anyone; everyone was waiting.

When the cigarette was almost completely burned out, Qi Yun stubbed it out on the table leg, glanced around, and spoke in a low voice, yet clearly drowning out the sound of the rain:

"Everything about me starts from Shenxian Mountain."

He began to tell his story.

This time, he concealed the core elements of time travel, the jade slip, and the Crimson Hunting Fire.

Only the scenes of being trapped in the mountains and forests, the eerie footsteps after nightfall, the sudden appearance of the Five Organs Temple, and the situation inside the temple are preserved.

The rest is left to the imagination, a mix of truth and fiction: forced to stay overnight, the Five Internal Organs Fist technique inexplicably appearing in his mind, practicing to survive the cold night and fear, pushing open the door to go down the mountain at dawn, only to find that the Taoist temple had disappeared behind him and he was already at the foot of the mountain!

He described this experience in exceptional detail. Zhong Weiguo listened intently, occasionally interjecting with sharp and precise questions: "Where do the cloud and thunder patterns on the alchemy furnace go? Are they clockwise or counterclockwise?"

"How many stone child statues are there? Which direction are they facing when they fall to the ground?"

"When you practice boxing, how do you feel the flow of Qi within your body? Where does it warm up first?"

Qi Yun answered truthfully, secretly feeling a chill in his heart; the other party's questions were definitely not those of an amateur.

Zhao Yue, the woman in the leather jacket, and Xiao Wu listened to this unbelievable experience, their expressions changing constantly.

Even though they are professionals in the "abnormal" field, the plot of "spending the night in an ancient temple in a desolate mountain and receiving divine skills in a dream" is still too fantastical.

It's too much like a scene from a novel or TV series; it's beyond their comprehension.

After recounting the story of Shenxian Mountain, Qi Yun went on to describe his experiences on the train: a landslide, getting off the train to evacuate, a deserted grave on a rainy night, the appearance of a ghost train, his companions being killed by ghosts one after another, forcing him to fight back, and finally escaping alone.
When the second part of the story began, Zhong Weiguo interrupted several times to ask the questions he had asked earlier.

Let Qi Yun answer again!
This will allow us to see if Qi Yun's answer is consistent.

Just as Qi Yun was answering questions about the details of Shenxian Mountain, Zhong Weiguo would interrupt again, asking about the details of the train incident.

And so, the two stories were fragmented by Zhong Weiguo, becoming entangled again and again.

This put immense pressure on Qi Yun.

Fortunately, about 80% of his two stories are true, with only 20% being modified or concealed.

In the end, Zhong Weiguo still didn't discover the flaw!

When Qi Yun recounted the old green bus that appeared silently and took away a whole carriage of people, the atmosphere in the room suddenly froze!
"Wait!" Zhao Yue suddenly stood up straight, his expression unusually serious. "What do you mean by that car...?"
License plate! Do you remember the license plate? Or was there any special marking on the car?
"Fine, I'll just draw it! Draw it!"

Zhong Weiguo didn't speak, but his eyes were sharp as knives as he stared intently at Qi Yun.

The other two also held their breath.

Qi Yun was puzzled, but seeing their strong reaction, he realized that the car was probably the key.

He picked up the paper and pen that Xiao Wu handed him and, relying on his memory, tried his best to sketch:
The old, boxy car, the narrow body, the blurry windows, the peeling green paint... Finally, below the front of the car, he drew a blurry license plate frame and, based on that fleeting memory, wrote down: D584.

When he pushed the finished drawing paper to the center of the table, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

The sound of rain outside seemed amplified countless times.

In the main room, a deathly silence suddenly descended. The sound of rain was amplified by the stillness, rumbling and pouring straight into one's ears.

Zhao Yue stared at the piece of paper, his cheeks bulging with clenched muscles, and his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked softly.

Sister Chen's brows were furrowed, and her eyes held a chilling aura.

Xiao Wu gasped, blurting out, "It really is it! The 'ghost bus'! Damn!"
No wonder they couldn't find a single hair in Yunnan Province even after turning over three feet of land..."

Zhong Weiguo slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

The smoke was thick, a white cloud that lingered in front of his face, refusing to dissipate. Behind the smoke, his square face was as somber as the bottom of a pot before a downpour.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the simple yet striking green train design before returning to the eerie license plate number.

His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice deep and hoarse, as if forced out from the depths of his lungs:

"So... he went to Guizhou Province."

(End of this chapter)