Chapter 427: Chapter 421: The Play Is Quite Real
Regardless of whether Qin Liuxi was feigning mysticism and acting as a charlatan, her approach immediately stunned Mrs. Yuan.
Because Qin Liuxi had spoken the truth.
Mrs. Yuan didn’t suspect that it was Deng Fucai who had revealed this; not to mention the child lost in years past, just the recent preterm infant case, since it happened at night, they did not publicize it. Infant mortality in rural villages was not something new but still an unpleasant topic, so she wouldn’t have publicized it.
Just so, with the child’s death, no one aside from her own family knew, not even Deng Fucai.
Thus, Mrs. Yuan believed.
She stepped back in shock, trying to stay composed, and said, “What nonsense are you spouting, little Taoist?”
“You were destined to have three sons and two daughters, an abundance of children for an abundance of blessings, yet, in your youth, you continuously lost children and became a widow in your middle age, now with only one son and one daughter left.” Qin Liuxi half-closed her eyes and said, “In your youth, you were too competitive and critical, never knew kindness, and thus you have squandered your blessings.”
Mrs. Yuan listened in a daze, tears seeping out, but she was more concerned with Qin Liuxi mentioning vindictive souls causing calamity and imminent bloody disaster than the fact Qin Liuxi was rebuking her.
“Master, what is this vindictive soul you speak of?” asked Mrs. Yuan, shivering, “Our family is law-abiding, simple folk; we haven’t wronged anyone.”
Perfect, she’s taken the bait.
Qin Liuxi said, with a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile, “What vindictive soul? Don’t you already know in your heart? It’s a female infant.”
Mrs. Yuan’s face contorted slightly, and she spat out, somewhat viciously, “I knew it was that worthless trash. I knew she hadn’t left, which is why the Li family can’t give birth to a boy. She’s harboring resentment, wishing for my Yuan family to end with no succession.”
Qin Liuxi flashed a brief look of mockery and disgust but maintained a stern expression, “Watch your words!”
Her hand formed a spell, and a sudden gust of ghostly wind whipped up, startling Mrs. Yuan into a scream as she darted towards Qin Liuxi’s side.
Qin Liuxi sidestepped, saying, “It was your Yuan family that wronged her, and yet you say such things. Are you looking to stir up more resentment from this vindictive soul and have your family killed?”
Mrs. Yuan stiffened and, with quivering lips, said, “I… I just spoke without thinking.”
She glanced around warily and, swallowing hard, asked, “Master, is that thing really here?”
Smack.
A tile fell off the roof, shattering into several pieces.
Mrs. Yuan screamed again, hiding behind Deng Fucai, “Don’t look at me, it has nothing to do with me!”
Deng Fucai: “!”
Qin Liuxi acted gravely, “This is not good, the resentment is deep.” She deliberately looked above the roofline and scolded, “Sin Barrier, your soul has long returned to fate, why not leave swiftly? Lingering in the mortal world, what good does it bring you?”
Another draft of ghostly wind swept by.
Teng Zhao shifted his gaze away from his master’s hand spells, quietly practicing and internally echoing,
What an act!
If Deng Fucai didn’t know some of the truth, he might have been completely fooled by Qin Liuxi. He thought that if he encountered a similar charlatan in the future, he should never believe them, as they may just be pretenders.
Oh, except for the ‘True Charlatan’ right in front of him!
However, Mrs. Yuan followed Qin Liuxi’s gaze and shook like a sieve in fear, because she felt as though she saw a shadowy figure up there.
Good heavens, it’s not even dark yet, and it’s already this intense?
Qin Liuxi still in full drama queen mode: “What? You’re holding a grudge and refuse to leave? This…”
She turns to look at Mrs. Yuan, sighing: “That, she harbors resentment in her heart. My Daoist cultivation is still shallow; I’m afraid I cannot help you. You’re on your own.”
After saying this, she pretends to leave.
How could Mrs. Yuan dare let her go? She’s a True Heavenly Master who can see ghosts!
“No, no, Master, you can’t leave. Please, take her away,” Mrs. Yuan gestures to kneel: “This old woman kowtows to you.”
Qin Liuxi says: “It’s not that I won’t take her, but this child is determined to be reborn as a human, while you keep aborting her because she’s a girl. If you were her, wouldn’t you hold a grudge? She said it clearly: as long as she is here, the Yuan Family can forget about bearing a son.”
Mrs. Yuan’s face turns pale. She opens her mouth to scold, but seeing Qin Liuxi’s unfathomable eyes, she asks: “Then what does she want to be willing to leave?”
“Of course, she wants to be liberated. You favor males over females, and naturally, she bears resentment. Give her bones a proper burial with a tombstone, create a Law Field, regularly offer her paper money and candles, and treat her sisters and mother better. Once her resentful energy subsides, she will naturally leave. And when she leaves, a good child will come,” Qin Liuxi speaks indifferently.
“Just, just like that?”
Qin Liuxi laughs: “Simple? Old woman, sincerity brings divine response. Whether you are sincere or not, do you think one who has entered the Ghost Path can’t feel it?”
Mrs. Yuan feels somewhat embarrassed, avoiding eye contact, muttering: “Even if we do as you said, who knows if she has left or not?”
Qin Liuxi says: “After all, she was once part of your family. If you can do it, surely she wouldn’t really harm you, right? She only holds a grudge because you didn’t want her just because she’s a girl.”
Mrs. Yuan has nothing to say.
Qin Liuxi continues: “The blood energy is strong in the room of a woman in childbirth, and so is the evil spirit. It must be purified and suppressed. I will take a look inside, and you go prepare some candles and paper money.”
Mrs. Yuan quickly leads her over, calling inside: “Yuan Er’s wife, a Master has come.”
But she herself doesn’t dare to enter.
Qin Liuxi doesn’t bother with her, walking into the dim and damp room, her brows furrowing. The room is dark and moist, with an indescribable smell hanging in the heavy air. On the bed lies a woman, withered to the bone, who struggles to support herself on the bedframe upon seeing her enter.
“Are you the Master?” Yuan Er’s wife’s voice sounds like it has been grated by gravel.
Qin Liuxi looks at her, thinking that those to be pitied must have a loathsome side. The woman before her is just that; Mrs. Yuan is the executioner, and she is the one handing over the knife.
Qin Liuxi lets out a sigh, saying: “I’m here to inquire about the matter concerning the Nuwa Temple.”
Yuan Er’s wife recoils, looking tense, and clamps her mouth shut.
Qin Liuxi frowns, saying: “That clay figurine you lost, it contains a baby soul. Because you worshipped it day and night, all your pregnancies have been her reincarnations. If you get pregnant again and the figurine isn’t lost, she will still incarnate. Do you understand now?”
Yuan Er’s wife’s eyes widen in shock: “How could that be?”
“Once in June, once a premature birth drowned by a flood, these are all told to me by your child.” Qin Liuxi pats her Jade Gourd at her waist: “Do you want to see her?”
Yuan Er’s wife instinctively looks at her waist, shrinking further into the bed, her expression terrified.
“I don’t know what the Nuwa Temple told you, but by doing this, it’s merely using your body to conceive and then abort the baby girl, causing her to bear resentment. Over and over until you can’t conceive anymore. How many times do you think you can bear? You’re already bedridden now.” Qin Liuxi speaks coldly: “I’ve said what I had to say. If you still want to cover for the Nuwa Temple, then pretend I was never here.”
She turns to leave, when Yuan Er’s wife suddenly opens her mouth: “Wait.”