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The car sped along the highway, a stark contrast to the bumpy country roads that left one feeling dazed. The smooth asphalt stretched endlessly ahead, merging with the horizon.
I rolled down the window just a crack, and a rush of wind greeted me, numbing my face.
I hesitated to look at Liu Er, feeling as though I had failed to protect her.
The deep voice of Sai King Kong Li Yong broke the silence in the car. "You can get out once we exit the highway."
My heart tightened; it felt like our separation was coming too soon. Liu Er's soft hand held mine, and she smiled at me with a reassuring glance.
I grasped Liu Er's hand in return and nodded.
Everything was conveyed without words.
I waved desperately at the car, watching Liu Er, who was crying behind the glass. I ran alongside the vehicle for quite a distance…
"Liu Er, you must take care of yourself. Wait for Ling Feng to come rescue you..."
The roar of the engine as the car started up, the black smoke billowing from the exhaust, and the dust it kicked up all filled the air.
Finally, the car became a small black dot on the horizon before vanishing from my sight.
The setting sun cast a blood-red hue across half of the sky. Birds returning to their nests squawked loudly as they flew overhead.
This place was about fifty kilometers from my home; at my pace, I wouldn't make it back until midnight.
Suddenly, I found myself reminiscing about my master's paper horse and the sedan I had just ridden in. But that method of shrinking distances with a paper horse was beyond my reach now, and as for the sedan… I patted my empty pockets.
It seemed I would have to rely on foot to make my way home.
The joy of returning home dulled the pangs of parting. Thinking about the delicious meals my father would prepare, I couldn't help but quicken my pace.
A crescent moon hung in the dark sky, with a few scattered stars twinkling against the black canvas.
In my eagerness to get home, I took a shortcut along the rural dirt road. However, as I walked, I suddenly sensed something was amiss.
The surroundings were eerily silent, a deathly quiet that seemed to swallow even the slightest movement of air.
The earlier sounds of crickets and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze had all been abruptly silenced…
I slowed my steps, feeling as if the air around me had dropped in temperature. A chill ran down my spine.
After years of training, even in winter, I wore only a tattered monk's robe. I had never felt such a bone-deep cold before.
The darkness around me was thick as ink; I truly could not see my hand in front of my face. The crescent moon had vanished behind a cloud without me noticing.
I cautiously walked for a while but realized that the environment around me had not changed at all. A thought began to form in my mind…
This is the Ghost Wall!
I took the prayer beads from my wrist and began to count them one by one, reciting the Heart Sutra under my breath.
With my eyes closed, I walked slowly, thinking that this trick wouldn't fool me.
But after walking for some time, when I opened my eyes again, I was stunned.
Everything around me was still pitch black; the Heart Sutra that had always worked for me seemed ineffective this time.
Could it be that Buddha is resting today?
I carefully sensed my surroundings, noticing that the temperature seemed to drop even further, and a chilling wind swept through the eerie atmosphere.
I turned around in place, thinking to myself, could a mere Ghost Wall really pose a challenge to me?
I lifted my monk's robe and pulled down my pants, releasing a stream of warm urine into the air.
If the urine of a young boy can ward off evil, then this was the genuine article—my own collection from eighteen years. What was this Ghost Wall to me? Surely it would retreat in fear from my precious offering!
Indeed, as my urine fell, the cold aura around me seemed to improve slightly, accompanied by a faint glimmer of dark light.
I shouted toward the thin mist rising not far away, "You think you can block Buddha's path home? Look at what you're capable of! If you don't know your place, don't blame Buddha for sending you on your way..."
I had expected that with this shout, a clear path would appear before me.
To my surprise, the thick fog seemed to respond to some unseen cue and began to encircle me.
Startled, I recited the Six Character Mantra. If anyone were to observe me from afar at that moment, they would see a faint glow of Buddhist light surrounding me amidst the Black Mist.
After walking for a while longer, I noticed the temperature continuing to plummet. My hand, which I had been holding up in front of my chest, was nearly frozen stiff.
I realized that this was no ordinary Ghost Wall.
I bit into my middle finger and smeared a bit of blood onto my eyelids. Only then did the environment reveal its true form.
Expanses of rice fields stretched out before me, with houses not far away. Yet here I stood within a mass of black mist—a fog composed of resentment and deathly energy.
Various souls drifted through the black mist, their expressions blank as they slowly moved toward a specific direction as if on a pilgrimage.
I looked closely; that was the direction of Daqingshan. That was the way home.
I walked a little further out, glancing back at the Black Mist, which flowed like a long river, within which swam the Three Souls and Seven Spirits.
Some appeared to have been in accidents, their heads crushed to the point where only half remained, with eyeballs hanging loosely in their sockets. The exposed half of their skulls revealed glistening brain matter.
Others seemed to have hanged themselves, their tongues limp and wet, drooping against their chests, their faces a ghastly shade of blue.
There were those missing arms and legs, a variety of forms…
Curiously, I observed these incomplete souls. Normally, when people die and become ghosts, those with a peaceful disposition reincarnate. Only those who linger in the human realm are the vengeful Yuan Hun.
Since they had become Yuan Hun, they retained the appearance of their deaths—either seeking revenge or wanting someone to take their place in death. For instance, a Drowned Person trapped in water longs for a substitute to allow them to reincarnate.
Yet these spirits before me were like shadows from a shadow play, devoid of any malice.
I had previously fallen into a misunderstanding; this was not the Ghost Wall at all. With so many Yuan Hun gathered together, they could alter the magnetic field of this area.
By sheer coincidence, I found myself in the midst of the black mist, my six senses sealed, which led me to lose my way.
As it turned out, I still had quite an eye for direction. Following the flow of the black mist, I made my way back to the village.
The village was silent in the deep night. I gently knocked on the door; after just two taps, a light turned on inside, and a low voice called out, “Who is it?”
Excitedly, I shouted back, “Dad, it’s Ling Feng! Open the door…”
My father peeked through the crack of the door before slowly opening it just enough to pull me inside swiftly and secure it tightly behind me.
“What are you doing coming back at this hour?” he asked anxiously as he scrutinized me.
I smiled and replied, “Dad, don’t you recognize your own son? Even if I encounter danger or ghosts, they wouldn’t stand a chance against me…”
My dad quickly covered my mouth and said, "You mustn't act recklessly."
He then pressed his hands together and bowed in all directions.
I rubbed my growling stomach and said, "Dad, I haven't had dinner yet..."
My dad threw on a jacket and headed to the kitchen. "I'll make you some noodles and fry you a couple of eggs."
I followed him into the kitchen to help out. "Dad, why were you acting so mysterious just now? Don't you see who your son is with?"
He looked at me with a serious expression and said, "Daqingshan is angry..."
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