Shennong Dao Master
Chapter 40: Bright Eyes Night Vision Ghosts and Gods

Chapter 40: Chapter 40: Bright Eyes Night Vision Ghosts and Gods

"...the examination starts from the Xu hour and ends at the Mao hour at dawn."

"Everyone is to carry a second-level Soul Summoning Lamp to patrol, covering the lake area, the bay area, and all thirty-two docks."

"The content of the examination is to reassure the drowned souls and other restless ghosts."

"Reassure ten souls without invoking ’divine intervention’, and you will be rated Grade A."

"Reassure five souls without invoking ’divine intervention’, and you will be rated Grade B."

"Reassure three souls without invoking ’divine intervention’, and you will be rated Grade C."

"If you cannot reassure even one soul, you must invoke ’divine intervention’ as soon as possible; do not disrupt the tranquility of the villagers just for the sake of the rating."

"If divine intervention is invoked, the examination ends early. Understood?"

"Understood."

"There’s still plenty of time to prepare; find your own places."

"Yes, Mr. Meng."

After Meng Yun, the temple guardian, finished speaking, these clerks dispersed to make preparations for the upcoming examination.

Zhao Xing activated his Bright Eyes, and saw a bundle behind Meng Yun.

In the bundle was a two-foot-tall figure.

It had a rosy face, held a miniature Yanyue Blade, and looked dignified and righteous.

It had its eyes closed, but suddenly opened them and even smiled at Zhao Xing.

Bright Eyes Night Vision Ghosts and Gods!

Ghosts were yet to be seen, but first, Zhao Xing saw the Yin God worshiped in the divine temple.

Zhao Xing bowed, then quickly retracted his spell and looked with his naked eyes; all that was there was an ordinary sandalwood statue.

"Hmm? Why has the True Monarch awakened?" Meng Yun sensed something, turned around, and looked.

But Zhao Xing had already shifted his gaze.

"Goodness, bringing Duke Donghu out; if there are restless souls ashore, not even a cartload would suffice for him to cut down."

At this stage, restless souls were generally not much of a threat; they could at most disturb one’s sleep, causing fatigue and lethargy for a few days.

Unless someone specifically nurtured souls, which was a grave offense and would label them as Outer Demons if discovered.

Moreover, with the temple guardian bringing out a fragment of Duke Donghu’s spirit, Zhao Xing could dance in a heap of restless souls, and they wouldn’t dare touch a hair on him.

After all, he was a man retained by Duke Donghu!

"Young master, what are you looking at?" asked Xu the Eighth, confused as to why Zhao Xing suddenly stopped while walking.

"Oh, nothing, I thought I saw someone familiar, but I must have been mistaken," Zhao Xing casually replied.

"So, shall we keep wandering or get to work?" Xu the Eighth couldn’t help but urge.

They had been wandering for over half an hour, and this master showed no sign of stopping.

The money was earned too easily, making Xu the Eighth uneasy.

Two taels and five coins were no small amount.

"No rush, no rush, let’s eat something first." Zhao Xing entered a stall and casually ordered several skewers of roasted meat. "Eat as much as you want, it’s on me. No alcohol, though, to avoid any mishaps."

"Alright, thank you, young master." Xu the Eighth didn’t hold back, ordering dozens of skewers at once. Seeing Zhao Xing unfazed, he thought this young master was quite generous. He resolved in his heart not to let Zhao Xing return empty-handed tonight.

Dozens of skewers, a few bowls of porridge, and four grilled fish later, it only cost one silver coin; the food was authentic and plentiful, a good deal.

Xu the Eighth stopped at seventy percent full, as he would need to go underwater later.

Zhao Xing was only half-full, so he continued ordering more.

Xu the Eighth was amazed, "This master appears tall and thin but has an enormous appetite. I’m seventy percent full, and he’s eaten as much as me and still isn’t done. Could he be a practitioner?"

Zhao Xing, though not a martial artist, was a Third Rank Gathering Essence, with physical attributes far surpassing Xu the Eighth’s, naturally having a much larger appetite.

As he was eating grilled fish, suddenly.

"Whoosh~"

A gust of wind blew through the stall.

"Hmm?" Zhao Xing paused. Sensitive to wind, he realized this gust wasn’t ordinary.

"A Yin Wind? And a bit damp... Is a water ghost coming ashore?"

The Wind Summoning Technique had an advanced form called [Yin Wind Soul Assault], usually learned by the Military Minister of Agriculture Officer.

Zhao Xing discerned that this was not man-made Yin Wind, feeling the dampness, he understood a water ghost had come ashore.

A wet ghostly figure wandered the street, dressed in silk, chubby, and aimlessly drifting.

Zhao Xing checked the calendar. With no warning, he calculated the time; it was nearing the Ding Mao hour.

"Stay here and don’t move, I’ll come find you later." Zhao Xing paid the bill and followed the figure.

"Hey? Young master... Where did he go?" Xu the Eighth was puzzled, Zhao Xing seemed to walk slowly but disappeared in an instant. "Really strange."

......

Zhao Xing moved swiftly to catch up with the chubby ghost, walking alongside it.

With his Bright Eyes Nine Revolutions, he could see ghosts and gods, naturally communicate as well. After observing for a while, he asked, "Uncle, what are you looking for?"

The chubby ghost, with wet hair sticking to its forehead and pale lips, turned and said, "I’m searching for the way home."

Zhao Xing bowed, "If I may ask, where is your home, Uncle?"

The chubby ghost muttered, "I’m from the Western County, living south of Jia Mansion in Dangyou County."

Western County? Dangyou County? Zhao Xing was trying to recall the place but then heard the chubby ghost murmur, "But I can’t find it, I can’t find my way home..."

Zhao Xing remembered Dangyou County was amalgamated into another county, ’Ping Mountain’, renamed ’Youshan County’, twelve years ago.

Finding the way home was impossible; the body had drifted from Western County to Southern County!

Meaning this person had been dead for at least twelve years?!

Zhao Xing pondered and continued, "Uncle, do you need to go home to settle something?"

The chubby ghost nodded, "Yes, I need to tell my wife that I’m dead, have them recover my body, and inform her about a box of silver taels I buried..."

"Buried where?"

The chubby ghost suddenly turned, eyes glowing with ghostly fire, "Why should I tell you? You’re not my family."

"...Yes, perfectly reasonable."

Having said this, the chubby ghost resumed its aimless wandering, muttering, "I’m from the Western County, living south of Jia Mansion in Dangyou County. I need to go home, but where is home? I can’t find it..."

As Zhao Xing was about to continue communicating, he suddenly heard a clear shout from the front, "Soul, come home!"

Then he saw a golden light illuminate the chubby ghost, causing it to stop murmuring and walk towards the light source.

Others couldn’t perceive the sound and light anomaly, but Zhao Xing saw and heard it clearly; ahead was a figure holding a Soul Summoning Lamp, one of the temple’s examination clerks.