This Taoist Master is too Frivolous

9 Chapter 9: Don’t move, you can’t hold onto it!
Translator: 549690339
“My grandpa?”

Xu Yang was taken aback, recalling his memories with his grandfather from as far back as he could remember, he said, “My grandpa, Xu Guanghui, was just an ordinary man.”

“How could an ordinary man have a feud with people from the martial world?”

Officer Wang stood up and said, “There are some things I can’t tell you, but if you know anything, please contact me as soon as possible. Otherwise, I’m afraid this matter will involve you.”

People from the martial world?

Xu Yang’s gaze faltered.

If it wasn’t for the ghost girl he had met, he would have thought Officer Wang had read too many novels.

But now…

If there really were ghosts in this world, then the existence of some “eccentric figures” would not be unreasonable!

Recalling the stories that grandpa often told him when he was a child about his younger years of “ghost catching and demon banishing” and claiming himself a “descendant of the Heavenly Master,” he didn’t believe him at the time, thinking grandpa was just making up stories to scare him. But now, on a second thought, it might not be entirely implausible!

With such thoughts in mind…

Xu Yang asked, “Officer Wang, could you share with me the clues you have?”

“You want to investigate yourself?”

Officer Wang frowned and said, “Xu Yang, this matter has already gone beyond the scope of ordinary people. I know you want to pay your respects by recovering your grandpa’s remains, but if you do this, you are putting yourself in danger.”

“What’s more, the bureau has regulations, I’m afraid I can’t help you with this.”

Officer Wang stood up, preparing to leave.

However, just as he reached the door, he stopped and looked down at the ground, saying, “Blood? Where did this blood come from?”

Xu Yang too, walked out.

Sure enough.

Some bloodstains could be seen next to the tree pit at the edge of the road in front of the funeral shop.

The bloodstains were not much in quantity, he himself had overlooked them.

Moreover, a few bricks near the tree pit were cracked, seemingly damaged by something.

Officer Wang squatted down, examined it for a moment, then raised his head to look up at the second floor of the funeral shop.

Following Officer Wang’s gaze, Xu Yang noticed that a large part of the glass door on his balcony was missing.

He had come back drunk last night and had fallen asleep directly on the sofa. He woke up early this morning to the good news of the “awakening system” and had not entered his bedroom…he naturally didn’t notice that someone had “broken into” his home.

A chill ran down his spine.

Many thoughts crossed his mind in an instant.

Could it be that grandpa’s enemies had come to seek revenge?

Were they chased away by the ghost girl?

As for Officer Wang.

An experienced policeman who had previously worked as a first-line homicide detective, his senses were very sharp. He gave Xu Yang a meaningful glance.

It seemed he may have been wrong in his assumptions.

Not just the late old man…

This young man might also not be that simple!

These matters were already beyond the responsibilities of a policeman, and Lao Wang didn’t ask any more questions, he simply drove away in his police car.

As soon as Officer Wang left, Xu Yang immediately returned to the funeral shop.

He hurried up to the second floor, glanced at the ghost girl sitting on the sofa, watching TV, and then ran into his bedroom.

There was a piece of glass on the bedroom balcony.

The robber from last night, fearing to make too much noise by shattering the glass, had simply removed the glass from the door.

Weirdly, there was a trail of blood on the floor of the bedroom, a dropped black baseball cap, and a mask.

The ghost girl floated into the bedroom, then urgently gestured wildly at Xu Yang.

Following her gestures, a line of blood words appeared in the air.

“A burglar entered the house yesterday, but I chased him away.”

The ghost girl didn’t say much.

She was very clear, the “burglar” from last night was not an ordinary person.

He had a powerful aura, his martial arts cultivation was noteworthy, and crucially he possessed Daoist talismans… he might just be some despicable Daoist who discovered her tracks and tracked her down. Although she had used her “Yin energy” to kill the person behind the “burglar” from a distance, who knows if he had any accomplices?

What if Xu Yang found out that she caused trouble for him, wouldn’t he want to drive her away?

“A burglar?”

What a coincidence?

Xu Yang had a different thought.

The day after grandpa’s remains were stolen, someone sneaked into the house to rob him?

What kind of stupid thief was this?

There were so many shops on Yumin Street, including gold and silver shops. Ignoring all these valuable targets and sneaking into a funeral shop?

“Could it be that my grandpa was indeed someone important?”

“And these people… did they come for a specific thing?”

A thought rose in Xu Yang’s heart.

If it was about revenge, they should have targeted him. It wouldn’t be hard to kill him… instead of breaking into the house.

He turned around and walked towards the wardrobe outside.

He opened the wardrobe.

On the top shelf, there was a brown suitcase.

This was grandpa’s “suitcase” that he used when he was alive. He always put his implements for conducting rituals in it when he went out. After grandpa passed away, Xu Yang organized his relics and put them all in the suitcase. Perhaps because he was afraid that seeing these things would remind him of grandpa, he had not touched the suitcase since grandpa’s demise.

He took down the suitcase.

And placed it on the floor.

The ghost girl floated behind him out of curiosity.

Xu Yang squatted down, stroked the suitcase, and chuckled, “My grandpa treasured this suitcase. Once, I sneaked it out to play with the stuff inside, but I was beaten up by grandpa… As he put it, he was a craftsman and the things in this suitcase were his livelihood.”

It seemed like he was talking to the ghost girl.

Yet also as if he was talking to himself.

He pulled the zipper.

It seemed as though Xu Yang’s memories were unzipped as well.

Inside the suitcase, there was a neatly folded Daoist robe.

Other than that, there were several things like an incense burner, talisman paper, candles, a peachwood sword, a brush for drawing talismans, a bottle of red ink, etc., that grandpa used when he performed rituals or drew talismans in the countryside.

Xu Yang picked up the peachwood sword, laughed and said, “Old man, you didn’t let me touch these things…but now I can play with them freely, right?”

His eyes were red.

He held the peachwood sword and slashed at the air a few times.

Whoosh!

The ghost girl, who was beside Xu Yang, suddenly floated to the window, a look of surprise on her face, covered by her black hair.

A thousand-year-old Thunderstruck Peachwood Sword?

Such a treasure existed in this small funeral shop?

Of course.

But in Xu Yang’s hands, this sword couldn’t tap into half of its power, it posed no threat to her…but peachwood by nature embodies Yang, and a thousand-year-old Thunderstruck Peachwood even more so, as it possesses the utmost relentless vigour and rare Yang energy in the world. Even as a Ghost King, she felt a little uneasy being so close to it.

“Huh?”

Her reaction made Xu Yang, who had already suspected that his grandpa was a “great man,” raise his eyebrows. He held the sword in front of his eyes and began to examine it carefully.

“Why are you hiding?”

“Are you scared of this sword?”

Xu Yang then picked up a talisman from the suitcase.

The ghost girl retreated a few steps further.

She waved her little hands, and a line of blood words quickly appeared in the air.

“Don’t move, that talisman is very powerful, you can’t control it!”