Arriving at Jingli Plaza Station, the dad in the white shirt nodded at Shuhang, then with his wife, he moved to a good spot near the exit, preparing to get off at the next stop.
He had thought to leave Shuhang a business card, but he took his family on an outing this time, and did not carry a business card with him, so he abandoned this thought. Besides, they were strangers who met by chance, and wouldn’t meet ever again… probably.
There weren’t many people getting on at Jingli Plaza Station. Once the door opened, the people on the train got off and the people on the platform lined up and got on.
The last person to get on was a tall, bald white man who was incredibly eye-catching.
White bald men were not a rare sight, but a baldy with neat six-dotted discipline scars was truly a rare sight.
This was an authentic Western monk who was over two-meters tall, with a shiny bald head. In this scorching weather, he was still wearing a thick frock that wrapped him completely. He also pinched a ring of prayer beads and muttered incantations, appearing very professional.
Nowadays, was being a monk really a profitable profession? Even foreigners were fighting for such a job now?
It was said foreign monks had it easy, coming a great distance from abroad; their popularity had to be flourishing, right?
When the people on the subway saw the Western monk, they all kept a distance from the latter; it was such a hot day that they felt distressingly hot just from watching him. If they were up close, they would feel heat from the Western monk blowing against their faces!
Song Shuhang subconsciously glanced at the Western monk; the monk not only had a large physique but also had much more qi and blood than ordinary people. His mental energy was terrifyingly strong. In the state of ‘vigilance,’ Song Shuhang could sense the disparity in mental energy between him and the monk. If Song Shuhang’s mental energy was a light bulb, then the Western monk’s mental energy was a large searchlight!
However, the large monk seemed unable to control his strong mental energy, as he let it disperse arbitrarily into the surrounding.
This guy isn’t a normal person, but a cultivator? Song Shuhang conjectured.
He closed his eyes again and entered the state of vigilance, using this state to cover his own presence. Before attaining enough power, he did not want his ‘cultivator’ status to be revealed; he knew deeply of the troubles associated with revealing his status now.
After boarding the train, the Western monk looked around, seemingly searching for something in the car, and then knitted his brow tightly.
Afterwards, he did not make any moves, and just stood in the car while reciting scriptures in Chinese with precise enunciation; this foreigner’s Chinese was probably at least a level eight.
The train started up slowly, and the passengers couldn’t help but sway lightly as the train accelerated.
Jing Li Plaza Station to the next station was the location in the suburbs, and the total distance was about four thousand four hundred meters, which belonged to one of the more distant stations. Moreover, all the tracks were underground. Due to many byways and turns, the train couldn’t speed up on this route, and it cost thirteen minutes to get to the next station.
The dad in the white shirt carefully hugged his daughter, but the little girl who was deep asleep squirmed restlessly, having lost Song Shuhang who was a human-shaped cooler.
The young mom waved her delicate small hand near her daughter in an attempt to disperse the surrounding heat. Same as within the metro, because there were too many people, the train car also felt hot and dry.
The train ran for about six minutes.
Song Shuhang knitted his brows, and assumed the horse stance firmly.
Soon after, the train shook violently, and the hanging straps swung up and down, colliding with each other.
The passengers did their best to grab onto nearby handrails, handholds, and hanging straps, but they still reeled left and right. Some did not stand firm enough and fell onto the ground, "Waaah, what’s going on!?"
"Damn it! The turns on the track weren’t so sudden before!"
"Ahhh!" the young mother fell on her butt near Song Shuhang, and she teared up as her butt hurt badly.
The dad in a white shirt took two steps back, and he too couldn’t stabilize his body, falling backwards.
Song Shuhang shifted two steps forward and pushed the man in the white shirt on the back lightly. He used soft strength, which was an application of Basic Buddhist Fist Technique.
The dad in the white shirt stabilized himself and expressed his gratitude when he turned around to see a gentle Song Shuhang, "Thank you."
"You’re welcome… the swaying isn’t over, hold tight." Song Shuhang said.
In the state of ‘vigilance,’ his five senses were sharper than ever; the train braked suddenly, resulting in each section of the car shaking violently. This violent shaking was not just a single wave, but would continue until the train stopped.
Did an accident happen up ahead?
As he thought, "bang bang bang~" the train shook more violently, even the entire car was shaking.
At the same time, the emergency alarm in the train sounded.
All the lights in the train died out, and the passengers fell like dominos; many cried out in pain as they were sent flying and hit the train’s walls.
Under these circumstances, Song Shuhang could barely stabilize his own body.
The young mom on the ground cried out in fear as she was dragged away by inertia. The dad in a white shirt held onto the handrail with one hand because of Shuhang’s advice, but the inertia was still too great and he was unable to hold on as he fell down sideways.
The girl was sent flying from her dad’s arms. Her eyes opened wide, filled with fright.
Seeing this, Song Shuhang reached out hurriedly with hands formed as dragon claws using soft strength to catch onto the little girl’s shirt. At the same time, his wrist trembled lightly, and he used agile strength to sever the influence of inertia on the loli’s body, bringing the panic-stricken girl into his embrace.
Inside the train was somber; Song Shuhang’s range of vision was limited by the darkness. The loli snuggled tightly in his arms, not daring to move. Although she was frightened, she was well behaved enough not to cry.
"What happened?"
"It derailed? Or flipped over? Ouch, it hurts like hell." Someone shouted in fright.
"Help me, my body’s pinned… ouch, I can’t move."
"No… cough cough. I must be dreaming." The injured people moaned in pain.
"Don’t push down on me… get off of me! My ribs are broken~"
In the surrounding, blubbering and cries of fear and pain caused the train car to become even more chaotic.
Someone shuddered as they took out a phone and used the phone’s flashlight function to light up the car. Once the light shone, even more people screamed in shock.
The bloody scene made one wonder—were they filming a horror movie?
There was blood everywhere; because of the ramming earlier, bloodstains dyed the car’s walls red; the car was like hell. A few windows were shattered, and several glass shards pricked the passengers by the windows as they leaned weakly against the walls, unable to move. There was even someone who was penetrated by a large piece of glass lying on the floor, and it was unknown if this person was dead or alive.
Many were bleeding and badly bruised, pressing on their wounds in vain. Because of the lack of self-rescue knowledge in emergency situations, the passengers did not know what to do.
"Ough…" the passenger who turned on his phone immediately turned it off and let out a puking sound.
The man in a white shirt that fell on the ground, other than spraining his arm, was fine; the young mother hit her back on the seat and cried in pain, but luckily she had no other injuries. Both of them looked towards the daughter who was in Song Shuhang’s arms, letting out a sigh of relief.
Song Shuhang watched this hellish image, but simply frowned.
‘Strange.’ He was confused inside. The shaking in the train wasn’t that strong, right?
Even the windows were shattered? Moreover, there were even people who were penetrated by the glass? More ridiculous was that half the car’s walls were dyed in blood! How much blood was needed to do that?
Derailing and flipping over didn’t even have that much destructive power.
If a car shaking slightly for a few times could have such destructive power, then how could this be called a train? It should simply be called express train to hell!
"Sh*it!" like a tall black bear, the Western monk got off the ground and pushed aside random debris on his body.
He looked at his surroundings that was a bloody scene, and sneered.
Next, he pulled apart his prayer beads, and formed a Buddhist hand seal, reciting a scripture in a sonorous voice.
The loud sonorous voice echoed throughout the train car, even suppressing all the screams of the injured.
"What the hell’s this foreigner reciting?"
"It seems like a ghost warding Buddhist scripture?"
"Retard! The place is like this, and he’s still here chasing away ghosts?"
The tall Western monk turned a deaf ear to the curses, and flipped through the scripture, continuing to recite aloud.
Song Shuhang carried that loli and helped her parents find a place to settle down before he continued looking at that tall Western monk.
He could feel that while that Western monk was chanting the sutras, an enormous mental energy started to rage about, as if a sea wave advancing in all directions.
In the void within the train car, negative energy was roaming about, which normal people couldn’t see with their naked eye. But in the face of that tumultuous mental energy radiated by the tall Western monk, the negative energy suddenly scattered like birds and beasts, flying out through the broken windows while heading towards the cars ahead.
Realization came upon Song Shuhang, was it ‘ghosts’?
He hasn’t even completed his Heart Aperture Foundation Establishment, thus, his Eye Aperture had yet to open and he couldn’t see ghosts. However, in the state of ‘vigilance’, he could vaguely sense those smoke-like things’ negative energy.
Ghosts would never enter trains and buses under normal circumstances as such places with high human activity would have human aura gathered all around.
Concentrated vigorous human aura was of extreme yang energy, and could directly cause the souls of some weaker ghosts to scatter and fly. Even those strong and powerful ghosts disliked places that were overflowing with human aura.
Whereas, when a disaster struck a crowded area... that was an exception. Enormous amounts of negative energy such as terror, death, despair, and hatred was instantly produced. These were all the ghosts’ favourite food, and nutrients for them to grow. Especially the spirits of those deceased that had unexpectedly passed away while suffering in pain within these disaster-stricken places would allow those ghosts to become stronger after swallowing them.
Some stronger ghosts could even forcefully snatch away the spirits of those near deaths, and such spirits would allow ghosts’ strength to increase even more!
"Demons and monsters, break break break!" clearly, that Western monk was someone who had skills. He howled as his mental energy raged forth, and the negative energy within the car was instantly dispelled.
In a split second, the cursing passengers were dumbfounded—after that Western monk finished shouting, the cabin momentarily became clear. All those glass shards, bloodstains smearing the walls, and passengers who were pierced by the shattered glass had disappeared. Although the passengers within the train’s cars fell down, none of them were dripping with blood.
‘Was that an illusion earlier on?’ all the passengers foolishly stood still, not knowing what to do. And yes, all those terrifying bloody scenes were all illusions created by those ghosts to make people in the car more frightened and afraid, and produce even more negative energy in their despair.
The ghosts tried to flee in all directions, but that skilled tall Western monk was not satisfied with such result.
"F*ck!" he scolded once again and grabbed his prayer beads while chasing after those ghosts towards the cars ahead.
After the emergency brake had been activated, all the cars’ doors were opened. One only had to pull the manual switch beside the door, and they would be able to open any car’s door to another car.
The Western monk skillfully pulled open the independent switch, and followed the ghosts who were fleeing in disarray towards the front of the train.
It wasn’t a coincidence that this powerful Western monk had boarded the train. He was chasing the ghosts in the train, attempting to purify them.
Song Shuhang touched his pocket which contained an evil-warding talisman, armor talisman, and sword talisman.
These three talismans were arranged to be worn next to his skin to guard against the unexpected.
He could only hope that he wouldn’t be using those talismans. After all, the amount of talismans he had was limited, and before meeting Altar Master, wasting every piece would lower his chances of success.
Wait a moment!
Something suddenly occurred to Song Shuhang.
The ghosts within the train... could it be related to Altar Master?
Because, Altar Master was also an evil ghost cultivator! Coupled with the fact that there was only a three stations’ difference between ‘Yuanlong Medicine shop’, it wasn’t impossible! Could there really be such a coincidence?
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Currently, in the third car behind where Song Shuhang was, two men with prominent pale complexions snuggled and whispered to each other.
"That motherfuc*er, why did that Caucasian monk chase us again? Supposedly, we had already evaded him around a town’s distance! He’s like a tail chasing behind us!" a white-collared man clenched his teeth while speaking.
Another man wearing common youngsters’ t-shirt kneaded his temples and bitterly replied. "We’ve already been unable to let Ghost General Ku You have his meal the last few times. If we are still unable to feed Ghost General Ku You today, then perhaps both of us might be processed by Altar Master, and become Ghost General Ku You’s food!"
Speaking of here, both of their bodies shivered.
Ghost General Ku You was the resentful ghost who was travelling back and forth in the train cars. It was said that Altar Master had expended tremendous efforts dozens of years back to coagulate an initial ranked ghost general. Its strength was comparable to a Second Stage cultivator. Altar Master had been nurturing it for several years, and it was the strongest resentful ghost in his hands.
In a normal situation, that resentful ghost would be sealed in slumber in locations with dense yin and ghost qi to make use of the land to nurture the resentful ghost. At the same time, it would lessen the resentful ghost’s daily consumption. However, after a period of time, it would be in a state of weakness.
Therefore, every time Altar Master went out with the resentful ghost, he would need to find ‘food’ for its consumption nearby, for it to recover from its weak state.
Both men were the foundation level members in charge of bringing the resentful ghost to hunt for its food. They would usually search for disaster scenes or bring it to the cemetery to replenish it.
Yesterday, just when they were letting loose Ghost General Ku You to let it consume its food in the cemetery, they had coincidentally met a tall Western monk. If it weren’t due to them being vigilant and escaping fast… well, suffice it to say that the weakened-state Ghost General Ku You was nearly purified by that Western monk… Just thinking of it made them scared.
If Ghost General Ku You was purified, both of them would absolutely commit suicide. That way, they’d be able to die more straightforwardly.
Both of them had run together while bringing along Ghost General Ku You to escape a considerable distance with great difficulty before managing to find a long byway train route here. They executed a ghost illusion spell to confuse the driver, and caused a man-made emergency braking incident on the train in order to create a disaster scene to allow Ghost General Ku You to have its fill.
Merely, they did not expect that Western monk had gone as far as to chase them here!
In what way did we offend you? Can’t you be more magnanimous and treat us as insignificant beings and let us go?
"The only option left is to risk our lives!" white-collared-suit man spoke while clenching his teeth.
If they were still unable to allow that resentful ghost to fill its stomach, Altar Master would use cruel punishment methods and make them become the ‘delicacy’ in the eyes of the resentful ghost. Since they would be dying anyway, only by staking their all could they get a way to survive.
"As long as we can hinder that Caucasian monk, and allow Ghost General Ku You to recover from its weakened state by absorbing the energy here, then when the moment comes, this Caucasian monk will be screwed!" the other, also ordinary-looking, guy spoke with clenched teeth.
Thinking here, both of them stood up and rushed towards the front of the train.
Each and every car of the train was in a chaos, so the figures of two men running forward with all their might were conspicuous.
Quickly, they had run past the car Song Shuhang was in. It was a pity they did not notice Song Shuhang who was masked by his ‘mental energy vigilance state’.
Their abilities were weak and were in the Hundred Days Foundation Establishment stage. Furthermore, as their Foundation Establishment Cultivation Technique was of inferior quality, and without the help of Body Tempering Liquid, along with their age being too old, although they were in Hundred Days Foundation Establishment stage for several years, they hadn’t completed it.
In order to control the Ghost General Ku You, they had relied on a piece of temporary magical treasure Altar Master had given them.
Both of them hurriedly dashed past Shuhang’s car to chase after that Western monk’s track.
After both of them ran far from him, Song Shuhang opened his eyes. ‘It’s another two cultivators.’
In addition, the qi and blood of those two men who ran past had exceeded an ordinary person’s. Not only that, those two were related to ghosts as their bodies were contaminated with the same negative energy as ghosts.
He did not think that, just by carrying this loli for an additional distance of three stations, such an accident had happen.
Should I go ahead and see what’s going on? Song Shuhang pondered.
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On another hand, that tall Western monk had caught up with resentful ghost.
The resentful ghost had absorbed quite a lot of negative energy, and recovered some of its strength. Currently, it had used an illusion spell to envelop the train’s first three cars to create all sorts of terrifying illusions, hastening the terror and despair production inside.
It would only have to wait for its strength to recover slightly more before it’d be able to use illusions to force the passengers in the car into a desperate situation, compelling a portion of those weaker ones to commit suicide so it could devour their spirits!
"I found it!" at this moment, the bald Western monk revealed a dazzling smile with rows of white teeth. "Stop escaping, I have already cultivated clairvoyance (Eye Aperture), and no demons can hide under this pair of eyes. Let me purify you!"
Finished with speaking, he fished out a Buddhist Scripture book from his monk gown and read aloud its contents. A deafening voice echoed throughout the train cars. Each and every Mandarin word of his was pronounced so accurately that it would actually cause many local Chinese people to feel shame.
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