I answered the call, "Hello there. This is the Head Person of the De Chang Center for Paranormal Studies. How can I help you?" "We've met yesterday. You know who I am. Tomorrow at 9 am. The Nanjiao Park at the south of town. Let's see what you're made of!" "Very well. We'll be there!"
I ended the call brusquely and yelled to my friends who were still exploring upstairs, "Boys! Come here! We have a job!" They skipped down the stairs, asking about what was happening and I told them about the phone call. "Shouldn't we get some help? The officer we met the other day at the police station seems close to you. He calls you 'Brother', you're close, aren't you?" Edelweiss asked softly, tugging at my arm. "It's fine. The police can only intervene if the crime is taking place. There's nothing they can do now since nothing's happened yet. There's nothing to prove any wrongdoing yet. Moreover, the police do not believe in the paranormal."
Chongxi said, "Let's have Xia
Chapter 145 Uncanny Coincidence Senior? That could only be one of my juniors from university, I realized, although I don't know which. "Who is this?" I said into the phone, albeit more gently. The caller was still frightened, stammering haltingly, "I-I'm Su Yixuan..." The last we met, was during the strange incident at the university where everyone from my zither class got sick and Old Man Xie came to the rescue by using beefsteak plants to cure everyone. Among the students was a girl called Su Yixuan, the one whom I referred to as my girlfriend in my lie to persuade Old Man Xie for his help. "Ah!" I exclaimed and chuckled, "I remember you. How can I help you?" Sheepishly, Su Yixuan's voice rang again, "Well, we had a reunion meal for all alumni of the zither class days. We tried inviting you last time, but your line was out of service when we called you." "Ah..." I muttered. That must have been when we were still in Mongolia.
... I gave a summary of what happened during the incident, coupled with a short introduction on Old Man Xie. Everyone was captivated to my tale; so intently they were listening to my story that they could not tear their eyes off me. Somehow I began to wonder if I could one day write a story myself. Lu Shengnan reached for some vegetables. "Wow... We did not know..." She muttered and chewed on her food, "I had always thought that you were merely a brat born with a silver spoon in his mouth. To think that you are a master of hidden talents! But you said you used a magical gourd to absorb the Yin energy from everyone and this helped save everyone. Did you have this gourd with you now? Come on, let me have a look!" Another girl was tugging at her sleeve, motioning her for silence so that I could continue. The boyish Lu Shengnan scowled at the girl. "What?!" She barked indignantly. The girl was also from my class, although she was very much more
What Lu Shengnan said piqued my curiosity. "Huh?" I looked at her, confused and dazed, while scratching the back of my head. "Tell me more." Lu Shengnan shrugged her shoulders, saying, "Well, I'm not from here, but my grandma was. It was after getting married to my grandpa, then they moved away from Wu Zhong later. But when I was very young, she had been telling me stories. Some old wives tales or fables that I used to find entertaining. But as I grew up, I began to dismiss them as mere fairy tales and myths, and before I know it, I have had the whole thing tossed at the back of my head. But now that you mentioned it, I began to remember that among all the stories that Grandma used to tell me, the exploits of the Triune of Wu Zhong were the ones she repeated the most!" As it turned out, the Triune of Wu Zhong from Lu Shengnan's grandmother's stories did not comprise of the usual crew of Old Men Xie and Chen, and Shang Pei. The story originated from Lu Sha
It seemed that our challenger had made quite a fanfare in his preparations, for he had attracted quite a crowd of people watching from the edges of the field. Man and women, elders and children, all huddled by the fields to see what we were up to, murmuring among themselves excitedly. I stepped into the fields which would serve as the arena for our duel and raised an arm, motioning to the crowd for silence, "Enough with the theatrics. Get him out!" I barked at the man. He turned to a helper who was near a little cabin, "Have the Elder out please!" A man emerged almost immediately and his appearance almost made me burst with laughter! Of all my experiences in dealing with charlatans and fraudsters, this must be my first! The man was dressed up in a set of old Taoist frock, holding a hossu in his hand, while cradling a fish drum in another! The fish drum was exactly identical to the ones we usually see in the illustrations of Zhang Guolao, one of the Eight
On a flashback on the second day after Zheng Shuang arrested our challenger, the fraudster, and the seven young thugs he enlisted for help, we decided to return to the abandoned warehouse to release the weasel demons. Despite their wrongdoings, it was only right to release them lest they starve to death. As we forced through the rusted doors of the warehouse, we were aghast to discover everything in disarray inside. The evil spirits I had stationed at the entrance to seal the entrance were gone and the ground was strewn urine and feces as well as stubbles of fur from the weasels. The air was thick with an acrid stench of something being burnt, laced with the telltale aroma of wood chips. We covered our noses as we walked slowly deeper into the warehouse and examined the aftermath. Someone was here to help the weasels! My companions came back to me after clearing the rest of the warehouse, indicating that they have found nothing. But they stared at me wordlessly, as if
I had thought that my companions and I were the only ones who were aware of the weasels' escape from captivity. So we were beyond shocked when the young hireling confessed that he too knew about what happened. Rather, he even knew who it was who had helped them. "So who was that?" I pressed immediately. I could feel the sinews on my neck taut anxiously. He looked at me, his eyes steady and firm, saying grimly, "My teacher!" I lighted a cigarette for myself and took a puff. "Do you mean to say that your teacher has communicated with you via dreams again?" "No," he answered to our amazement. "Then how could you be sure that it was your teacher who had helped the weasels?" I asked again, the hint of apprehension clear as day in my voice. The man revealed that he came here with the weasels from Yizhou City in search of a suitable hideaway here. But the name of Yizhou City did ring a bell; Zhang Zhigui and his companions were all natives of Yizho
"What the hell is this?!" Chongxi gasped again with shock before a musty stench of alcohol burped out of his mouth. Sitting at the entrance of the Center was a row of short, shadowy figures obscured by the darkness of the night. They sat motionless on the ground like a line of hunched gargoyles, but we could see the steam jetting from their nostrils as they breathed in the cold weather. I took two careful steps nearer, hoping to catch enough light to see them. But much to my dismay, they remained steadfastly immobile. Clinging to hopes of any reaction, I ventured another two steps ahead. Still, the figures did not move. Only this time, I got annoyed. I marched brusquely towards the door, only to realize that they were not hounds or dogs, but a row of foxes! I almost laughed out loud. What is this? First, weasels, now foxes?! In my exasperation, my head shook as I chuckled weakly. Chongxi knelt them before one of the foxes and giggled, "So wh
I was no nearer to understanding what he was trying to say. But unlike his usual proclivity of speaking in riddles, he began to explain everything patiently. "You may know that some people will leave their physical bodies when they achieve immortality. By shedding off their physical chrysalis, they do not have to endure a hit by a stroke of lightning, the Crucible of Heaven. But beasts are different. They can assume human form once they achieve higher powers. But to climb even further, they would need to suffer the Crucible of Heaven, with or without their physical bodies." Father paused to light himself another cigarette. "There are five different Elements to the Crucible of Heaven: the Elements of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth. We'll not delve into that for today. But simply put, the Crucible of Heaven is one's final test; a test of righteousness. If one has committed sacrilege or sin during one's lifetime, the person would be judged and the Crucible of Heaven