Lehnen Sie sich nicht an das westliche Geländer, um den klaren Herbst einzufangen

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Ya-hsuan: "Then what are the Five Outer Camps?"

Wenqing: "The Outer Five Camps are the wandering ghosts, led by the generals of the Outer Five Camps. If the Outer Five Camps find that the Inner Five Camps have not taken over, the spirit of the spirit medium will be taken away, and then the spirit medium will be finished."

Ya-hsuan: "Then why aren't you stopping it?"

Wenqing: "Nobody wants to listen to me."

Ya-xuan angrily ran to the temple keeper: "Do you know that you're going to kill someone?"

Temple keeper: "Little girl, did you come here to cause trouble with that young man?"

Ya-hsuan: "Chaos? We're not in chaos, we're saving people."

The monk who was standing nearby saw Ya-xuan yelling like a shrew and came over: "Little sister, you say you're saving people? Do you even know anything about the Dharma?"

Ya-hsuan: "I don't understand, but my friend is an expert."

Master: "A master? What school of Buddhism does he belong to?"

Ya-hsuan: "I don't know which school he studied under, but I think he's much better than you."

The monk looked at Wenqing and said, "Young man, are you really that good? How about a match?"

Wenqing: "Now is not the time for a contest of magic."

The monk said, "If you can't do it, just say so. Don't make excuses!"

Wenqing knew that if she casually engaged in magical duels, she would be scolded by her master, so she swallowed her anger. When the master saw that Wenqing did not react, he said, "Alright, stop making trouble. If you keep making trouble, I will kick you out."

Ya-xuan: "Why are you being so fierce?"

The temple keeper said angrily, "We don't welcome you here. Pack your things and leave." Wenqing, not wanting to argue further, went back to her room, picked up her luggage, and prepared to leave.

At this point, the spirit medium began to gesticulate wildly. The sorcerer noticed something was amiss, but the spirit medium started shouting, its voice like a ghostly wail. The sorcerer began to chant incantations, but the more he chanted, the more agitated the spirit medium became. Four or five burly men went to pull it away, but they couldn't stop it. The sorcerer became anxious and started shouting, "Retreat! Retreat!"

The spirit medium showed no sign of backing down. With a mighty tug, four or five burly men were flung away. The spirit medium then began shouting again. The temple keeper asked the priest, "How could this be? How could this be?"

The monk panicked. At that moment, the spirit medium spat out blood, which startled everyone. The spirit medium collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon. The monk anxiously shouted, "Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!"

---hqszs

Reply [13]: Heaven

Is this a ghost story?

It's not scary at all.

Did you write this yourself, OP?

---Emma's Cinderella

Reply [14]: (4) God of War

Seeing the critical situation, Wenqing immediately formed a hand seal and chanted a spell without saying a word. However, the spirit medium had already stopped breathing. Yaxuan said, "What should we do? He's not breathing!" Wenqing looked around, got up, walked to the bench in front of the temple, sat down, closed his eyes, and began to meditate without moving.

The white-haired boy ran quickly and soon caught up with the ghosts' ranks. The ghosts turned around and looked at him. Several of them, armed with weapons, blocked his way. The white-haired boy knew that these were not ordinary ghosts, but soldiers from the Outer Five Camps.

The white-haired youth bowed and said, "Brothers, I've come to retrieve the spirit of the spirit medium. Please do me a favor."

The demons: "Bring him back? Do you think he can just bring him back whenever you want?"

White-haired youth: "I want to see your general!"

The demons shouted, "Who are you to see our general? Get out of here!"

The white-haired youth saw the spirit medium being dragged away among the ghosts and thought anxiously, "Then I'll have to offend him."

The white-haired youth drew his sword, and the fierce sword light attracted the attention of more ghosts. Some of them also picked up their weapons and began to attack the white-haired youth. The white-haired youth killed his way closer to the spirit medium, but there were just too many ghosts. The white-haired youth took out his magic whip, tied the sword to the end of the whip, and began to swing it vigorously, carving a bloody path. This sudden commotion caused the entire group to surround the white-haired youth.

White-haired youth: "I have no intention of hurting anyone. I just want you to hand over your Yang Souls."

The demons: "Arrogant tone, brothers, charge!"

Seeing that danger lurked all around, the white-haired youth erected a barrier. After finding the direction of the yang soul, he began to wreak havoc. Few ghosts were able to break through the barrier; most of them were repelled. Just when the white-haired youth had the upper hand...

"How dare you!" A thunderous shout stopped the white-haired youth's attack. The demons parted to make way, and a general-like figure wielding a large sword appeared before them.

Upon seeing this, the white-haired youth immediately cupped his hands in a respectful bow: "General, I meant no offense."

General: "Everything has its own way, and today you are going against the way, which is against the principles of Heaven."

White-haired boy: "I know you were fooled today and took him away, but the problem lies with the sorcerer, not the spirit medium. He is innocent."

General: "I don't care who is innocent, I'm just following the rules!"

The white-haired youth knew that further words were useless, so he said, "Then I have no choice but to offend you."

The white-haired youth leaped into the air and unleashed dozens of sword talismans at the general.

The general raised his broadsword to parry: "You little brat, how dare you lay a hand on me!"

The general picked up his broadsword and swung it fiercely at the white-haired youth. The blade's energy sliced through the ground. The youth raised his sword to block, but the energy was too powerful, and he struggled to hold on, managing to retreat several feet. Knowing that a direct confrontation was futile, the youth quickly closed in on the general to buy time. Seeing this, the general swung his sword again, but this time the youth leaped into the air. The general looked up, and the youth was already in front of him.

"Dismount!" The white-haired youth kicked the general with all his might, and the general fell off his horse. Just as the general was about to get up, the white-haired youth's sword was already pointed at the general's forehead. The general said, "If you have the guts, kill me."

White-haired boy: "Threatening me?"

General: Ha! I doubt you have the guts.

Without hesitation, the white-haired youth chopped off the general's head, causing an uproar among the ghosts. Holding the general's head, the white-haired youth shouted, "Those who don't want to lose their heads, hand over your yang souls!" Before the white-haired youth could finish speaking, the ghosts had already vanished without a trace, leaving only the spirit medium trembling in place.

The white-haired boy said, "Come with me." The spirit medium nodded desperately.

When the ambulance arrived, everyone was busy lifting the spirit medium into the ambulance when he suddenly coughed a few times and woke up. Before anyone knew what was going on, the spirit medium started looking around and saw Wen Qing sitting on the bench. He ran over to him like a madman, crying, "Thank you, benefactor! Thank you, benefactor!" The spirit medium kowtowed to Wen Qing with tears streaming down his face.

Wenqing went over and helped the spirit medium up, saying, "You don't need to do this. Go back and get some rest." The spirit medium nodded, and Yaxuan asked Wenqing what had happened, but Wenqing just shook her head.

Just then, someone handed Wenqing a glass of water, saying, "You must be very tired, young man." Wenqing turned around and saw a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties. Wenqing took the water and drank it all in one gulp.

Middle-aged man: "I wonder if this master has a place to stay tonight?"

Wenqing: "Don't call me a master, I am not a master."

Middle-aged man: "Hmm! If you don't have anywhere to go tonight, how about coming to my house?"

Wenqing initially wanted to decline, but looking at Yaxuan, he felt it wasn't right to let a girl sleep on the streets with him, so he accepted the middle-aged man's invitation.

The middle-aged man led them back to his home, but there seemed to be no one else there. Wenqing asked curiously, "Do you live here all by yourself?"

Middle-aged man: "Oh no, no one lives here. My family and I live on the other side."

Wenqing: "Oh! I hope it won't be too much of a disturbance?"

Middle-aged man: "No, we have everything here. There's food in the fridge if you're hungry, so don't be shy."

Wenqing: "Thank you for your hospitality."

Middle-aged man: "Well! It's getting late. Let's talk about it tomorrow. I won't disturb your rest any longer."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he left. Ya-xuan, on the other hand, went to take a shower without any hesitation, as if it were her own home.

---hqszs

Reply [15]: (5) Bei Jun

The next day, the middle-aged man came to find Wenqing at noon. Wenqing was just packing her things to leave because Yaxuan didn't get up until noon. The middle-aged man said he would treat Wenqing to a meal and took her back to his place.

Upon entering the man's house, Wenqing saw that the person enshrined on the shrine was none other than his ancestor, Guiguzi, and immediately bowed.

The middle-aged man laughed, and Ya-xuan looked at him curiously: "Is his waving really that funny?"

Middle-aged man: "No, it's that his actions made me more certain of his identity."

Ya-xuan: "Identity? What is Wen-qing's identity?"

The middle-aged man said, "He is a member of the Jun family." After saying this, the middle-aged man looked at Wen Qing and said, "Am I right?"

Wenqing turned around: "Do you know about the Junmen?"

Middle-aged man: "Of course I know, and I know that you are divided into North and South."

Wenqing: "May I ask you for your guidance?"

Middle-aged man: "I don't think you know who I am, I am also Jun."

Wenqing: "Are you also a ruler?"

Middle-aged man: "Yes, and I am the Northern Lord."

Wenqing: "You are the Northern Lord, then do you know my master?"

Middle-aged man: "Who is your master?"

Wen Qing: "The Northern Lord, the Sect Leader".

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "Hmm! I know him. According to the seniority, you should call me Grand Uncle."

Wenqing: "Then you're of the same generation as my grandfather?"

Middle-aged man: "I guess so, but your grandfather and I had different masters."

Wenqing: "I didn't know you were my grand-uncle. I'm so sorry for my rudeness!"

Middle-aged man: "No need for so much formality. We're family, it's too much of a formality. By the way, where are you going?"

Wenqing: "I don't have a destination in mind, I'll just take a stroll around Taiwan."

Middle-aged man: "Are you currently on a training trip?"

Wenqing: "Yes."

Middle-aged man: "Hmm! This is an important practice. Alright! Time to eat."

At the dinner table, the middle-aged man suddenly said to Wenqing, "Young man, how much do you know about the Junmen?"

Wenqing: "I only know that I should learn what my master taught me well."

Middle-aged man: "Hmm! If everyone in the martial arts world were like you, that would be great."

Wenqing: "I'm just doing what a disciple should do."

Middle-aged man: "I used to think the same way as you, but the world of martial arts can leave you feeling powerless."

Wenqing: "How so?"

Middle-aged man: "This story goes back a long time."

Wenqing: "Hmm!"