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Living Funeral
Heng Shao was too scared to speak, only obediently following the master's instructions. The rain was pouring heavily, and the sound was deafening. Yet, it seemed the master had a grudge against the Dragon King, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Heng Shao, prepare," the master repeated. In the end, the disciple dared not defy his master's will and began to take out items: a bowl containing a fish, followed by the master producing a row of bells arranged from large to small.
Gao Ling said, "It seems they are planning to take action against the Dragon King!"
Seeing this scene unfold before me, I felt my worldview shatter; the Dragon King truly existed!
Nian Chen then remarked, "It seems that old man's words implied we can't let anything happen to the Dragon King." After Nian Chen spoke, I looked over and added, "Master, there are still people over there."
At this point, we were drenched like drowned rats.
The master glanced our way; there was only a beam of light from a flashlight. He seemed somewhat weak, his voice lacking strength as he asked, "Who are you?"
Gao Ling replied, "Who we are isn't important. The reason we're here and haven't left is that we want to see if you can kill the Dragon King."
The master said, "You should leave; this is not something you should witness."
Gao Ling retorted, "I don't believe there is a Dragon King in this world, so I want to see what he looks like."
The master snorted coldly and fell silent, focusing on his own tasks. Heng Shao advised, "I suggest you leave; it's really not safe here tonight."
Yet we still did not leave. I looked up at the sky; the bright moon was shining even more brightly now. I felt that even if they were going to kill the Dragon King tonight, it wasn't suitable—just as his disciple had said—I sensed an energy rising.
However, the master continued with the ritual despite our warnings. The bells rang out. Nian Chen turned to me and asked, "Should we stop him?"
Nian Chen seemed somewhat worried; that fortune teller was indeed formidable. Now the master was going against the fortune teller's will. I was curious to see what would happen as a consequence of defying that will.
The sound of the bell grew louder, and the master kept muttering. Finally, a roar echoed through the air, and I felt an invisible presence spreading around us, though I couldn't see it; I only sensed its existence vaguely.
"There really is a Dragon King," Gao Ling said after the roar.
However, after that booming sound, the master could no longer hold on and spat out a mouthful of blood. The bowl in front of him shattered, and the fish inside jumped out. Heng Shao reached out to support the master and asked urgently, "Master, are you okay? Are you alright?"
At that moment, I thought I saw a dragon moving in the air, but it must have been an illusion. The rain fell harder and harder. The master shouted one last command: "Lock the Dragon's Head." As he finished speaking, a knife plunged into the writhing fish on the ground. Instantly, another rumble echoed in the air, followed by another roar that seemed to carry a hint of pain.
After that roar subsided, the master finally fainted. Heng Shao picked him up and ran down the mountain.
I stood frozen for a few seconds before looking up again to see what appeared to be a dragon moving in the sky. It was a strange feeling. "This person's cultivation is quite high!" Zhang Xun remarked.
"Indeed!" I replied.
This fellow's skills were impressive; I could feel it. But it seemed that the Dragon King was even stronger. However, I thought to myself that he would also suffer tonight.
The rain was pouring down heavily, hitting my arms with painful force. After glancing around a few times, I said, "We should head down too."
"Are you really not going to listen to that fortune teller?" Zhang Xun asked.
I replied to Zhang Xun, "Everything is about opportunity. If the Dragon King truly needs our help or comfort, he will appear on his own instead of making us take action. Some things can indeed be predicted, but others can never be foreseen."
After my words, Zhang Xun paused for a few seconds but ultimately said nothing as we made our way down the mountain. The heavy rain was soaking us to the bone.
Once we reached Bai's house, we found it warm with a fire burning inside. Upon entering, Bai's father called us over to warm ourselves by the fire. We certainly didn't refuse and immediately began to dry off.
I asked Father Bai, "Do you know anything about this master?"
Father Bai shook his head and said, "I don't know. It seems like it came looking for us. For the details, you should ask the village chief. It arrived in the afternoon and went up the mountain at night. They must have talked during that time. Are you here to see him perform a ritual?"
I replied with a simple "yes." Bai, seeing my response, quickly asked, "Did you see anything? A monster or something?"
Bai asked me curiously, but I told White Path that I hadn't seen anything. Bai's hopeful expression immediately dimmed a bit. Father Bai scolded White Path, "Stop messing around and go to bed." Although Bai was reluctant, he didn't dare defy his father's wishes and went to sleep.
Father Bai turned to me and said, "With something like this happening in the village, there must be some mischief at play. If we don't invite a master, I'm afraid there will be more deaths in our village." Father Bai sighed, and I couldn't disagree with him.
Father Bai then asked, "Did you bring any change of clothes?"
I replied that I had brought some. He said, "I just boiled some hot water; you should take a hot shower so you don't catch a cold."
Gao Ling said, "I'll go get my clothes from the car." After saying that, Gao Ling ran off to grab his clothes. After we took our showers, since there weren't enough beds at Father Bai's house, Gao Ling and I had no choice but to return to the car to sleep.
At that time, it was around twelve-thirty at night. Gao Ling and I were smoking in the car while the rain outside pounded down heavily. Gao Ling played a song.
Gao Ling asked, "Do you really have a Dragon King?" He had already asked this several times before. I replied, "Haven't you asked that already? If you believe it exists, then it does; if not, then it doesn't."
Gao Ling said, "If this were before, I definitely wouldn't believe it. But now I do. Look at how hard it's raining; it's clearly the Dragon King's doing. If we want to deal with this Dragon King, we'll probably need someone." Gao Ling was very serious.
I couldn't help but ask, "Who?"
Gao Ling replied, "You don't know? Of course it's Chen Tang Pass Third Prince!"
After hearing this, I was momentarily stunned before saying, "Damn it, only you would come up with such nonsense."
Gao Ling chuckled a few times. Listening to the sound of rain outside and the music inside the car, it wasn't long before Gao Ling and I fell into a deep sleep. However, after falling asleep, I began to dream. In my dream, someone was holding up a sign as they walked toward me.
He was dressed in ancient clothing, with a beard adorning his face. He stroked his beard thoughtfully before speaking, "Do you not believe my words?"
I was taken aback by this question and replied, "You are that fortune teller?"
He chuckled, his features becoming hazy. Though I hadn't seen him clearly to begin with, he confirmed, "Yes, I am the fortune teller."
I said to him, "You predict fortunes, and now you've come to me. However, there are some things that I won't do just because you say so."
The fortune teller responded, "Everything is interconnected; every event is arranged in the grand scheme of things."
I asked him, "What is the deal with the Dragon King? Is there really such a being?" My confusion deepened. I continued, "And on what basis do you conclude that I will soothe the Dragon King's emotions?"
"Wrong. This time it's not about soothing the Dragon King's emotions. I sent you a dream not to calm him down but to save him. Chen Fei, listen to me—save him."
What? Save the Dragon King? Do I even have that capability? The thought of needing to save the Dragon King became my greatest doubt. I asked the fortune teller, "What will happen if I don't save him?"
After my words fell silent, the fortune teller paused before saying, "If you save the Dragon King, you are saving yourself. Do you believe that?"
I replied to the fortune teller, "I don't believe you. You're just speaking empty words; how can I trust that?"
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