The Demon Concubine of God

Chapter 223: Could it be a half-breathing zombie?

Shen Yifeng brought Shen Wen back to the Shen family and asked Shen Guanjia at the door, "Is grandpa here?"

Steward Shen said, "The Marquis is in seclusion today. The two young masters want to see him. I will go to ask Taoist Qingping in Yangrong Palace to find out when the Marquis will rest. Then I can take the time to see the two young masters."

Shen Yifeng said: "Then I'll trouble you."

Housekeeper Shen walked in and went all the way to the Yangrong Hall next to the temple. He said to Taoist Qingping, "It is really inappropriate for the Third Young Master and the Seventeenth Young Master to come to see the Marquis today. But before the Marquis went into seclusion, he specifically asked me to inform him of this matter as soon as possible. He must see the Seventeenth Young Master in time."

Taoist Qingping pondered, "That's right, but the Marquis didn't tell me about this. If I had arrived at noon, the Marquis would have come to see me at lunch time. Now it's just past noon, and the Marquis has already been meditating. Why not... let the two gentlemen wait for another hour or two, and then I will remind the Marquis that it doesn't matter if he meditates one hour less today."

Butler Shen pondered for a moment and said, "Will the Third Young Master come to see me? But this Seventeenth Young Master..."

Taoist Qingping said, "If the Seventeenth Young Master is not easy to talk to, we can discuss it again. How about this? I will go with Steward Shen to see the Seventeenth Young Master together."

Butler Shen was naturally happy to do so and quickly said, "That's even better. I'll have to trouble Taoist Qingping then."

The two men walked out of Yangrong Palace to meet Shen Yifeng and Shen Wen.

It was the first time for Shen Yifeng and Shen Wen to meet Taoist Master Qingping. They felt that he was surprisingly approachable and kind. He was always laughing while talking, and he really was like a deity who had returned from practicing outside the mountains.

Taoist Qingping looked at Shen Wen and said, "Mr. Seventeen doesn't look well. Could it be that he didn't sleep well recently?"

Shen Wen said: "Master, did you see that? I slept late last night."

Taoist Qingping said: "Young Master Seventeen has a good-looking face, broad eyebrows and eyes, and full and plump palaces. He is a blessed man, but..."

Shen Wen said: "I didn't expect that the Taoist priest is also a fortune teller. What's next? Is he going to say that it's just bad luck and a rough fate?"

Taoist Qingping said: "Not really, not really, it's just that Young Master Seventeen has a murderous look in his eyes, and he is a murderous person. If it weren't for his pair of thin curved eyebrows, which contain gentleness and kindness, I'm afraid he wouldn't have lived to old age."

Shen Wen thought of his past life. If he had killed people, he had killed quite a few. So Shen Wen said, "Since you are so sure, I will believe you. Can you tell me how to change my fate?"

Shen Yifeng didn't see the murderous look on Shen Wen's face, especially when Shen Wen heard the fake immortal's rude judgment of Shen Wen, Shen Wen didn't get angry, on the contrary, he continued to chat with the fake immortal in such a gentle way. His seventeenth brother didn't have the slightest bit of a murderous nature, he was obviously gentle and lovely.

Shen Yifeng didn't have the chance to continue listening. His servant came to report that a colleague wanted to see him outside the gate, and it seemed that the matter was quite urgent. Shen Yifeng went outside to meet his colleague.

Taoist Qingping and Shen Wen watched Shen Yifeng leave, then smiled and said, "It's rare that Mr. Seventeen trusts me. I have a scripture here. If you study and copy it once a day, it can eliminate disasters, increase blessings, and change your fate. Mr. Seventeen, are you willing to give it a try?"

Shen Wen said: "This is a good idea, but I don't have the willpower to do things. I tend to give up halfway. I'm afraid I can't copy scriptures every day."

Taoist Qingping said, "That's it! You don't have to copy the scriptures every day. You just need to copy the scriptures now, and I will put it on the altar. Use your lifelong practice to make it heard by the gods. The gods in our temple will bless you. You only need to come once a month. I will work hard for six months and I can guarantee that you will be safe and prosperous for ten years."

Shen Wen thought that this Taoist priest was so patient that it was impossible for him to change his fate. He didn't know why he took so much trouble to pay attention to him. He might as well do as he said. It was just like those charlatans in the past, using some torture methods.

Furthermore, since they were all brought here to see Lord Shen, the younger ones had to wait when the elders had something to say. This was etiquette, and Shen Wen had to pretend no matter what. Although he didn't want to give the old man this face, he just copied the scriptures to pass the time.

The little Taoist boy brought paper, pen, table, chair, scriptures, etc. Shen Wen sat on a chair at the door and began to write the scriptures stroke by stroke.

Taoist Qingping stayed by for a while, and then a little boy came to ask him to go to the temple to handle things.

After Taoist Qingping finished his business and went into his Yangrong Palace, he had expected that Shen Shuyu, who lived next door, would come to him.

Shen Shuyu sat slouched in his seat. He did not stand up when he saw Taoist Qingping coming. He picked up the teacup on the tea table, took a sip and then said, "How do you think Shen Wen is really powerful, Taoist? Or is there someone behind him supporting him?"

Taoist Qingping laughed and said, "I knew you were worried about this man. Don't worry, he is just an ordinary person. You just saw it. I sent him away to copy scriptures at the door with just a few words."

Shen Shuyu smiled and said, "Master, you may not know that there have been so many things happening in the Marquis' Mansion recently. They all started with Master Shen Shiqi. The Marquis has been less focused on his cultivation in the temple recently, and I have become an insignificant person."

Taoist Qingping said: "Don't worry, the Marquis is determined to become an immortal. He knows that without you, his wish is just empty talk."

Shen Shuyu smiled and nodded, "Yes, yes, speaking of practicing Mahayana, the Marquis and I would like to thank you, Taoist Priest, for preparing and cooking for us. You are our great benefactor."

Taoist Qingping said, "My lord, you are too polite. We are all blessed. If you can become an immortal, I will also naturally achieve the right result, and it will be a great merit. In the future, we will also have thousands of disciples and descendants to worship us, no worse than the hundreds of immortal sects in Qianfeng Mountain."

Shen Shuyu said, "Just like the Zhao Qingyu, the Zhao Shenzun, who is worshipped in our temple? Has the Taoist really seen the Zhao Shenzun? I heard that he has unparalleled magical powers and was very impressive even before he attained enlightenment."

Taoist Qingping said, "It is true. Zhao Shenzun has cultivated the magical power of Hunyuan. When I saw him back then, he was carrying the divine wind of Hunyuan with him even when he walked. He was simply amazing. And his disciple is now the leader of the immortal world in Qianfeng Mountain. He is only half a step away from becoming a god."

Shen Shuyu said: "Gods and immortals, first become immortals and then become gods. I am a mortal with mortal eyes, and I have never seen what the immortals in this world look like."

Taoist Qingping said: "It is really hard to meet the leader of Qianfeng Mountain. I haven't seen him for eighty years."

Let’s talk about Shen Wen.

He unfolded the rice paper, dipped the brush into ink and wrote for a while. When he was about to dip the brush into ink again, he looked up and saw a "huge object" under the table.

Be good! !

A mouse as big as a full-grown cat!

It stared with its round, black eyes and was sniffing its nose as it wandered around Shen Wen's feet.

Shen Wen was so frightened that he stood up from his seat.

Haozi: Hmm? This person doesn't smell human. I smelled it again... It's very strange. There's no evil smell either. I can't even tell where he is from. I'm afraid there is some great power behind him.

The rat was unscrupulous and kept sniffing around Shen Wen, even going so far as to grab Shen Wen's trouser legs.

Shen Wen picked up the paperweight on the table, raised it high, and waited for the right moment. He was about to hit the rat with the stone, wanting to kill it with one blow.

At this time, an anxious voice shouted: "Wait!"

The man ran over at an anxious speed, grabbed Shen Wen's arm holding the paperweight stone, and restrained Shen Wen. He watched the rat leave Shen Wen, then looked at Shen Wen fiercely and said, "Good thing, you know how precious the real corpse spirit rat of my fairy sect is. It is a divine rat that has lived for two hundred years. If it was hit by your stone just now, how could it be? If anything happens to my divine rat, you can't pay it back even if you have ten lives."

Shen Wen was taught a good lesson by the little boy.

Shen Wen didn't care how many years the rat had lived. He looked at the child and said, "I remember you were standing by my side when I was copying scriptures here. Your hundred-year-old rat fairy ran up to me and circled around me, but you didn't even warn me. Now that you see me panic and hurt the rat with the paperweight, you jump out and threaten me. What do you mean? You think I'm a worthless life, right? You can let your rat eat me, but I can't hurt a single hair of it?"

Shen Wen shook off the boy's hand and wanted to kick him twice, but he controlled his temper, stroked his trouser legs, flicked his sleeves and left.

Just let Shen Wen go like that? The boy felt that he had made trouble. Just now, his master had repeatedly warned him to keep an eye on Shen Wen until the Marquis sent a message to summon him.

The little boy felt something was wrong and quickly ran to his master to report.

When Taoist Master Qingping heard this, he immediately stood up from his seat and scolded the boy, "Didn't I tell you to watch him? It's only been an hour, and you couldn't even watch him. If the Marquis knew that he got angry and left, he wouldn't be able to be appeased. You've really done a disservice to your master."

The little Taoist boy was taught a lesson and blushed. He lowered his head and then raised his head again and said, "But Master, there is something wrong with Shen Wen. If it weren't for our True Corpse Spirit Rat who discovered that he had a serious problem, it wouldn't have run up to him and sniffed around for a long time!"

Taoist Qingping was also puzzled. He said, "The True Corpse Rat is a magical tool used by this Taoist to capture demons and suppress evil spirits. It has never come out of the box among the people, unless it discovers something evil."

The little boy also doubted, "Master, you said that the seventeenth son of the Shen family might not be a human being, right? Could he be a half-breathing zombie?"

Taoist Qingping said, "Look at him, he is full of vigor and health. What zombie can cultivate to this level? If it is really as you guessed, this Seventeenth Master Shen's cultivation level is probably many times higher than mine."

The little boy touched his head and said awkwardly: "It's because I'm stupid."