HPDBC Chapter 396 Sweet Words Ward Off Evil
Chapter 396 Sweet Words Ward Off Evil
Mo Chengyue said, "Not necessarily."
Xiao Liu swallowed the rest of his breath.
"Immortal Master, could you please finish your sentence in one go next time?"
Old Zheng raised his hand and patted the back of his head.
"Shut up."
Mo Chengyue said, "It retreats tonight, but that doesn't mean it's not watching."
"From now on, no one shall leave the Earth God Temple alone."
"We need to go to the outhouse, all three of us together."
The fat shopkeeper looked grim.
"Three people together, that's just too undignified."
Mo Chengyue said, "You can be dragged away with dignity."
The fat shopkeeper immediately changed his tune.
"Three people is fine, it's more lively with more people."
A woman holding a child asked, "Master, what should we do about our family?"
Mo Chengyue said, "Send the able-bodied men to call them."
Old Zheng immediately stepped forward.
"I'll go."
Mo Chengyue shook his head.
"You stay."
Old Zheng was stunned.
Why?
"You've seen ships, you've seen lights, and you can still control these people."
Mo Chengyue pointed to two strong young boatmen.
"You two go."
The two men turned pale, but gritted their teeth and nodded.
Mo Chengyue added another sentence.
"Walk along the temple wall, but don't lean against the well or the window."
"If you hear someone telling you to turn around, then curse them."
One of them was stunned.
"What are you cursing about?"
Mo Chengyue said, "Swear all you want, the less filial you are, the safer you are."
The portly shopkeeper couldn't help but ask, "Is there a reason for this?"
Mo Chengyue said, "It's best at pretending to be family."
"Your heart aches for it, and you've entered its path."
Old Zheng, with a stern face, said to the two boatmen, "We'll listen to the Immortal Master."
"If my husband called to me from the well, I'd curse him too."
Xiao Liu asked cautiously, "Uncle Zheng, aren't you afraid your aunt will come back and settle scores with you?"
Old Zheng glared at him.
"She cursed me more fiercely when she was alive, so if she really comes back, she should curse the ship first."
Mo Chengyue glanced at Lao Zheng.
Hongfengdu's ability to survive until now is not entirely due to luck.
The people here are afraid of death, yet they haven't dispersed.
It is not shameful to be afraid of death.
If someone is afraid of death but still willing to bang on a pot, then they are worth saving.
Two boatmen carrying torches ran out along the temple wall.
The crowd in front of the temple stared at their backs, holding their breath.
Mo Chengyue's palm lines lit up again.
He immediately raised his hand.
"Don't stare at them."
"Watch the fire."
Old Zheng reacted the fastest, swinging his spoon and tapping the edge of the pot.
With a clang.
Everyone quickly looked away.
The chubby shopkeeper quickly added firewood to the bottom of the pot.
"Watch the fire! Watch the fire!"
"This fire is closer to me than my family's account books."
Xiao Liu squatted by the pot and whispered, "Uncle Zheng, if the Immortal Master keeps doing this, will the boat keep coming after him?"
Old Zheng said, "Don't ask random questions."
Mo Chengyue said, "You may ask."
Xiao Liu looked up.
"Really?"
"It's always better to ask questions than to scare yourself unnecessarily."
Mo Chengyue sat down on the stone steps in front of the temple and placed his palms beside the firelight.
"This thing is called an anchor."
"It used me as a bank post."
"Next time the red light is on, it will bypass you and come straight for me."
Xiao Liu's face scrunched up when he heard this.
"Wouldn't the immortal master be at a huge loss?"
Mo Chengyue said, "So I'll have to get reimbursed when I get back."
The portly innkeeper immediately said, "If Young Master Mo can protect Red Maple Ferry, the inn will waive your room rate from now on."
Mo Chengyue looked at him.
"Where's the food?"
The fat shopkeeper gritted his teeth.
"No need."
"Where's the wine?"
The fat shopkeeper's lips twitched.
"Didn't you just say that you shouldn't drink wine offered by a pretty woman?"
Mo Chengyue said, "You're not a beautiful woman."
The fat shopkeeper was so choked up that he couldn't respond for a long time.
Old Zheng was trying not to laugh, his shoulders shaking from holding it in.
The tense atmosphere in front of the temple eased a little.
The red lines on his palms then darkened.
Mo Chengyue saw it all.
This approach is correct.
The demon ship used fear to pave its way.
So he used gossip, fireworks, and the sound of pots and pans to make a mess of the road.
We cannot expect ordinary people to be fearless.
No one is unafraid of death.
The fact that they're afraid to run around is already a testament to the excellent local customs of Hongfengdu.
Footsteps sounded in the distance.
The two boatmen who went out earlier brought back several households.
Some people were wearing coats, some were holding children, and some were even holding kitchen knives.
An old man entered the temple and asked, "Old Zheng, is there really a boat?"
Old Zheng pushed him inside.
"have."
The old man asked again, "Is the Immortal Master truly here?"
Mo Chengyue raised his hand.
"exist."
The old man saw the red lines on his palm, opened his mouth, then closed it again.
A moment later, he handed the kitchen knife to his son next to him.
"Boil the water."
Mo Chengyue raised an eyebrow.
"Don't the elderly people ask?"
The old man sat down by the fire.
"I can't get a clear answer no matter how much I ask."
"Having lived to this age, I only understand one thing."
Mo Chengyue asked, "What?"
The old man said, "If you encounter anything strange at night, boil water first, whoever tells you to do it."
The portly shopkeeper solemnly replied, "The old man is insightful."
The old man glanced at him.
"What happened to your back?"
The fat shopkeeper looked distressed.
"It reminds me of myself when I was young."
The old man clicked his tongue.
"Well, you weren't much better when you were young either."
Someone chuckled softly in front of the temple.
The red lines on Mo Chengyue's palms had darkened a bit.
But the next moment, the red markings suddenly became hot.
He looked down.
Deep within the patterns, the lamp wick glows faintly.
A cold, damp sensation crept into the wound.
It was not spoken, but it carried a sense of urgency.
Board the ship.
Mo Chengyue's hand veins bulged.
He used his Yin-Yang True Essence to suppress the red light, pressed his fingertips on the array patterns on the ground, and took out a Soul-Protecting Talisman with his other hand.
Old Zheng sensed something was wrong.
"A Celestial Master?"
Mo Chengyue raised his hand to stop him.
"Keep talking."
Old Zheng was dumbfounded.
"What did you say?"
"casual."
Old Zheng looked at everyone.
"Who can tell stories?"
A group of people looked at each other.
Xiao Liu timidly raised his hand.
"I'll tell you the story of my second uncle being chased by a dog while stealing fish."
Old Zheng angrily retorted, "Why are you talking about this now?"
Mo Chengyue said, "Speak."
Xiao Liu swallowed.
"That year, my second uncle went to the river to catch fish, but he didn't catch any. Instead, he touched the cured meat that someone else was drying."
The old man immediately retorted, "That's called stealing by your second uncle!"
Xiao Liu said aggrievedly, "He said the same thing, that touching and stealing are almost the same."
The fat shopkeeper frowned as he listened.
"Your family's inherited logic is messy."
Mo Chengyue's palm pain lessened by half.
He lowered his head, a brief smile playing on his lips.
"continue."
Xiao Liu perked up.
"Later, a dog chased him, and he ran to the dock, where he happened to meet Uncle Zheng when he was young."
Old Zheng's expression changed.
"Don't talk about this."
Mo Chengyue looked up.
Why?
Xiao Liu said, "Because Uncle Zheng was whispering sweet nothings to Aunt at that time."
Everyone turned to look at Old Zheng.
Old Zheng's face twitched.
"What are you looking at?"
The chubby shopkeeper immediately became interested.
"What did he say?"
Xiao Liu cleared his throat.
He said, "I will only save you in this lifetime."
A moment of silence fell in front of the temple.
Laughter immediately spread.
Even the woman holding the child laughed so hard she lowered her head and covered her mouth.
Old Zheng's ears turned red.
"fart!"
"What I said that day was that this boat only carries one person!"
Xiao Liu said, "That's not how my aunt told us back then."
Old Zheng raised the iron spoon.
"Say it again!"
The red light in Mo Chengyue's palm was suppressed by the laughter, and the damp, cold intent retreated into the depths of the blood lines.
He exhaled.
"Good."
Old Zheng glared at him.
"Where is it good?"
Mo Chengyue said, "Your sweet words can ward off evil spirits."
The chubby shopkeeper nodded.
"Indeed, after hearing that, I don't even want to come on the ship anymore."
Old Zheng was so angry he wanted to curse, but in the end he just smashed the iron spoon back onto the edge of the pot.
"Knock on the pot!"
The sound of the pot boiling again began.
Voices also arose.
The child cried twice, but was soothed by the woman patting his back.