dmims Chapter 13 Huang Chuping's Four Great Secret Techniques
Chapter 13 Huang Chuping's Four Great Secret Techniques
"die!"
The husband's face suddenly twisted, his entire face turned pale and swollen, his eyes were bloodshot, and his features were so ferocious that he no longer looked like a living person. He rushed towards the Taoist Master Zhigang with a sinister aura.
Zhi Gang, however, remained unusually calm.
From the moment he saw the ghost, he knew he was probably doomed to die that night.
The most terrifying thing about this kind of ghost is its possession.
One moment it's inside one person, the next it might burrow into another. Once it touches you, life or death is decided instantly; there's simply no way to defend against it.
hum!
At the critical moment, a clear and melodious sword rang out.
A cold glint suddenly appeared.
The sword light instantly illuminated the darkness before Zhi Gang's eyes.
Huang Bai stepped forward, his magic sword flashed out of its sheath like lightning, and with a flick of his wrist, the blade transformed into a bright arc of light, slicing across his husband's neck.
puff!
His head flew skyward.
The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and fresh blood gushed out, splashing into the night.
The body remained in a forward-leaning posture, then crashed to the ground with a thud, twitched twice, and remained motionless.
Zhi Gang's pupils shrank sharply, and his whole body stiffened for a moment.
"This... such a fast sword!"
His voice even changed tone.
Less than a second.
From drawing the sword to beheading, it was so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly; a butcher wouldn't be that quick when slaughtering a pig.
The next moment, Zhi Gang suddenly woke up and immediately looked around furtively, whispering urgently, "Quick, let's go! Don't let anyone see us!"
The two of them quickly crossed the streets, one after the other.
They deliberately chose to venture into those secluded, dark, and winding alleys, taking a long detour before finally returning to Kowloon Walled City.
Only when he saw the dilapidated temple door of Huangxian Temple did Zhigang seem to breathe a sigh of relief, leaning against the door frame and panting heavily.
"Now... now we're safer." Zhi Gang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his face still pale.
Huang Bai looked at him and casually asked, "That house just now... was it really a ghost?"
"Nonsense, what else could it be but a ghost?" Zhi Gang plopped down in the armchair, poured himself a cup of cold tea, his hands trembling slightly.
"The little girl was first possessed by a vengeful ghost, and then the ghost possessed her father. The whole family was doomed from beginning to end."
He gulped down the cold tea, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times before his complexion calmed down slightly.
"Remember this: if you get possessed by that thing, you won't survive."
"To kill a ghost, you have to kill the body along with it. But can others see a ghost? No, they can't. To others, it's still a living person."
"So if anyone sees your sword strike tonight, you'll be in jail tomorrow."
Huang Bai frowned, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"So, does that mean humans are inherently at a disadvantage when facing ghosts?"
A vengeful spirit lurks among the crowd, possessing the living. You know it's a ghost, but you can't easily take action.
What's even more frightening is that it can change its shell at any time.
Newspaper vendors, roadside drivers, pedestrians, and even strangers you just passed by could all turn into ghosts in the next second.
"That's exactly right." Zhi Gang gave a wry smile, his face full of exhaustion. "Fortunately, these things aren't everywhere. The conditions for a vengeful ghost to take shape are very demanding; otherwise, this world would no longer be a place for humans to live."
At this point, he suddenly looked up at Huang Bai.
"But speaking of which, your swordsmanship..."
Huang Bai remained calm and replied, "I come from the mainland. My grandfather was a disciple of Wudang, and I learned some things from him when I was a child."
He naturally couldn't reveal the whole truth.
"No wonder." Zhi Gang nodded and didn't ask any more questions, but he solemnly warned, "Don't stick your neck out. If you encounter something like this, pretend you don't see it."
He was genuinely terrified; he had long been tormented by these vengeful ghosts.
Since there's no way to save him, then don't meddle. Live one day at a time, and as long as you pretend you can't see anything, at least you can keep going.
"I understand," Huang Bai nodded in agreement.
After returning to his residence, Huang Bai did not rest immediately.
He sat cross-legged, holding the five golden-yellow inner elixir in both hands, and slowly visualized the Five Hells, absorbing the medicinal power within to cultivate.
His eyelids trembled slightly, his mind was unsettled, and all sorts of thoughts came rushing in.
If powder is released using the inner core, illusions can be used to fight ghosts; however, this cannot solve the problem of vengeful ghosts infiltrating and possessing people.
Therefore, one should never act rashly before the target is fully confirmed.
After finishing his cultivation, Huang Bai got up and walked to the window.
A cool night breeze blew outside the window, and the layers of buildings in Kowloon Walled City were pressed into the night, like a group of lurking, motionless monsters.
Huang Bai looked up, his divine senses stirred, and he silently began to calculate.
"To find the dragon vein and divide the gold, look at the winding mountains; each winding mountain is a barrier..."
Wisps of earth energy lingered in the night, and the entire terrain of Hong Kong seemed to resemble a dragon and a tiger converging, with mountains and sea embracing each other, exuding extraordinary vitality.
This place is truly blessed by nature.
The next morning.
The Huangxian Temple remains deserted.
Huang Bai yawned and lit the first incense stick of the day.
Zhi Gang sat in the doorway as usual, basking in the sun with his eyes half-closed, looking like he was about to die, as if the terrifying ordeal of last night had nothing to do with him.
"Last night, a suspected gas leak occurred at a family home in Lam Wan, 95 Tsim Sha Tsui, tragically claiming the lives of three. This station would like to remind all members of the public..."
The news was being broadcast slowly on the television.
The "family of three" in the news was the same family from last night.
Zhi Gang listened for a couple of sentences, then frowned.
"strangeness……"
He had thought that at least some other commotion would occur.
Huang Bai had a pretty good idea of what was going on; it was probably the miscellaneous affairs department that had cleaned up the mess.
It seems I'll have to deal with those people quite a bit in the future.
He couldn't help but recall details from the movie.
The bureau chief never appeared on camera, yet he was always present in the shot. This deliberate omission might be a hint that the bureau chief himself has problems.
……
Police station.
The so-called miscellaneous affairs section is nothing more than the most peripheral department in the police station.
A dilapidated warehouse in the corner of the office building was filled with messy files and miscellaneous items.
Inspector Wong Yiu-cho of the Miscellaneous Affairs Division was an oddball who was always wearing a leather jacket and constantly smoking and drinking. Everyone in the police station treated him like a madman and avoided him like the plague.
In the dimly lit office, Huang Yaozu stared at the computer screen with blurry, drunken eyes.
A colleague nearby reported, "It's confirmed. The girl and her mother were both possessed by a ghost, and eventually the ghost transferred to her husband, Lin Wan."
On the screen was a photo of the headless corpse.
"The cut is very smooth," the colleague continued, "It must have been caused by a sharp instrument."
Huang Yaozu narrowed his eyes, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and after a long while muttered something under his breath:
"He's a master..."
"Could there be truly skilled individuals in this world who specialize in slaying ghosts?"
He thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out, so he simply threw the bottle on the table and patted his colleague on the shoulder.
"Never mind, I don't want to think about it anymore. A new colleague named Li Guoqiang will be coming over later; you can take him to see the files."
"clear."
Time passes little by little.
In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.
Huang Bai, on the other hand, enjoyed a relatively peaceful period of time.
He lived a simple life, going back and forth between the Taoist temple and his residence. During the day, he tended to the incense business, and at night he absorbed the medicinal power of the inner elixir. In his spare time, he would practice swordsmanship.
The days seemed ordinary, but they allowed him to observe the world more closely.
"I have three tomb raiding talismans in my hand."
Inside the room, Huang Bai looked down at the three dark brown talismans in his palm.
"It is said that this item has the effect of warding off evil spirits, so perhaps... it really can prevent ghosts from possessing you."
The Tomb Raider Talisman has been passed down from the Eastern Han Dynasty to the present day. It has survived countless haunted tombs and dangerous places without being destroyed, and it is not an ordinary object.
As he was thinking, Zhi Gang's voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Yellow and white".
Huang Bai pushed open the door and saw that Zhi Gang had packed his luggage and changed into a rare clean and tidy Taoist robe. He looked more silent and haggard than usual.
"Where to?"
"Mong Kok Cemetery," Zhi Gang said calmly. "Come with me to move some things."
cemetery.
The area is shaded by trees, with rows of tombstones. When the wind blows, the grass rustles, creating a desolate and lonely atmosphere.
Zhi Gang remained silent the entire way, his expression complex. His already hunched back seemed even thinner than usual.
Finally, he stopped in front of a row of tombstones.
"My beloved wife, He Hua."
"My beloved son Chen Jiahao, my beloved son Chen Jiajie, my beloved daughter Chen Xiaoying..."
Further down the list is the eldest grandson, Chen Guoming.
There are eight tombstones in total.
There are couples, siblings, and younger generations.
Huang Bai looked at the name on the tombstone and then turned to look at Zhi Gang.
At that moment, the old Taoist priest seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. His eyes were empty, and his face no longer had the usual foul and sarcastic tone; he was just a shell of a man who could barely stand.
"That's right."
Zhi Gang stared at the row of tombstones, his voice hoarse.
"These are all my family members."
Then, he slowly began to recount the past.
Although he was a Taoist priest at Wong Tai Sin Temple and did not know any real magic, he inevitably came into contact with some supernatural and strange things because he had been in this line of work for many years.
Many years ago, he attracted the wrath of a vengeful ghost.
The ghost possessed his eldest son and killed the entire family overnight.
In the end, he killed his eldest son with his own hands.
Huang Bai remained silent for a moment, then said only one sentence:
My condolences.
At this moment, he finally understood Zhi Gang's fear.
It wasn't just fear; it was more like a deep-seated, primal urge to escape.
Anyone who witnesses the tragic deaths of their entire family and then kills their own son will never truly recover from that experience.
Zhi Gang didn't say anything more, but simply arranged the fruits and vegetables, lit incense, and stood in front of the tombstone in a daze.
Huang Bai stood to the side without urging them.
The sun was slowly setting in the west.
Zhi Gang crouched down and pried open a stone brick in front of his eldest son's tombstone. Beneath the brick, a hidden compartment was revealed.
In the hidden compartment, an old-fashioned booklet lay quietly.
The pages are yellowed, the binding is old, and the handwriting is written vertically, exuding an aura of antiquity and vicissitude.
The cover had a few words written on it:
Huang Chuping's Four Secret Techniques
Huang Chuping is none other than the legendary Huang Daxian.
Zhi Gang picked up the booklet and slowly said:
"In the struggle between humans and ghosts, humans have always been losing, only not completely."
"The ghosts destroyed the world's true methods of exorcising ghosts and released a bunch of fake scriptures."
The magic tricks circulating in the world today are basically fabricated by swindlers or faked by evil spirits.
"This book of magic was passed down from the Eastern Jin Dynasty."
Zhi Gang handed the booklet to Huang Bai: "It's a pity that the most crucial cultivation method is missing; no one can cultivate it."
"If you encounter someone truly talented in the future, pass it on to them. Don't let this skill die out in my hands too."
Huang Bai took the ancient book and felt a slight weight in his hand.
"it is good."
He didn't say much, but simply nodded solemnly.
Turning to the first page, one immediately sees the names of four secret techniques:
The Sun Mantra, the Moon Mantra, the Enlightenment Mantra, and the Wall-Penetrating Mantra.
Is this real magic?