6kv Chapter 1: Has the Daoist Master succeeded?
Chapter 1: Has the Daoist Master succeeded?
"Thump! Thump!"
Qin Shuang was awakened by a series of sounds that resembled knocking on the door.
I groggily opened my eyes and glanced at my surroundings.
I found myself in an adobe house with an irregularly shaped roof made of mud and thatch, and moonlight was streaming down from it.
"Is it evening?"
Qin Shuang thought to herself.
"Thump! Thump!"
The sound came again, slowly, but clearly the two knocks were consecutive, and after a while, the knocking came again, sounding very rhythmic.
But there was no sound coming from outside the door.
Who?
Who's outside?
"Thump! Thump!"
The sound continued to come.
Annoyed by the noise, he got up and opened the door.
Then he saw a dark figure that was walking back suddenly turn around and quickly "drift" over from a distance of about a meter away from him.
Without bending over or standing up, he moved over in a completely ergonomic manner, defying all principles of human biomechanics.
Almost instantly, we were face to face.
What kind of face was that?
Her face was deathly pale, with an unusual red tinge. Her eyes were mostly white with no pupils visible. Her hair was disheveled and wet, with water droplets constantly dripping from it.
Tick-tock...tick-tock...
As if it had just emerged from the water, the ground quickly became wet.
Immediately afterwards, he smelled an extremely strong stench, like the smell of a rotting corpse that had been soaking in water for more than ten days.
Qin Shuang was immediately terrified, her body hair stood on end, and she felt a chill rush from the back of her head to the top of her head.
His body instinctively retreated rapidly.
Then he saw that the figure seemed to move again, leaping lightly and floating slightly, about to fly towards his direction.
Boom!
Because of the fall, he noticed that the other person's toes hit the threshold and paused for a moment.
……
Qin Shuang suddenly sat up in bed.
He was panting heavily, his back soaked in cold sweat, which clung to his body, making it feel icy cold.
After a while, his consciousness gradually returned, and memories began to flood back in.
Cars, highways, skyscrapers.
Horse-drawn carriages, mountain roads, and antique buildings.
Various scenes are constantly switching.
Finally, my gaze refocused and fell upon a mud-walled house, with a few rays of moonlight filtering through the roof.
"Not Earth?"
"Did I travel through time?"
Qin Shuang was suddenly awakened.
In his previous life, his family lived at the foot of Longhu Mountain. Taking advantage of the location, they opened a guesthouse, but they had no connection whatsoever with the Taoists on Longhu Mountain. According to his grandfather, his family moved there during a period of war.
However, being at the foot of such a famous mountain and river, I was somewhat influenced by it, and I spent time studying some Taoist classics, exploring ancient texts and discussing Taoism. I even specifically sought out a married Taoist priest at the foot of the mountain to study with for a period of time.
Of course, I didn't achieve anything remarkable in my training, but I still consider myself a semi-spiritual practitioner.
After all, in modern society, many things are not secrets; a simple online search will reveal them, and most are not prohibited from being shared.
And this world.
He was the second son of the Qin family in Liaowang Village. They had the same name, Qin Shuang. He had an older sister who was eight years older than him and had already married. As the second son, he was more pampered. Children in the village usually had to help with chores when they were five or six years old, and by their teens, they had to think about their future livelihood, either learning a trade or inheriting the family business and farming.
He was allowed to study at a private school with the children of wealthy families in the village. He received three years of basic education and five years of poetry and literature, a total of eight years, and the tuition fees were quite substantial each year.
A few days ago, the private school teacher's mother passed away, and the students were on holiday. He went home with the students from the same village. When they were on a wooden bridge, he lost his balance because two students in front of him were playing around, and he fell off the bridge.
The water under the bridge wasn't deep, only waist-deep, but he struggled for a while before surfacing, feeling as if someone was pulling on his heels.
After returning home, he fell ill with a persistent high fever, and his health deteriorated day by day.
The doctor came twice and prescribed several doses of medicine. The fever subsided, but the patient's condition did not improve.
Until yesterday, he fell into a drowsy sleep and then had a dream.
"Dream?"
Qin Shuang was startled.
I remembered the scene from my dream just now.
His face was deathly pale and eyeless, and he smelled like a dead pig soaking in water... It was so horrifying, so real, so real that even now, he could still smell a trace of decay in the air.
Ok?
wrong.
A foul smell?
Qin Shuang's heart, which had just calmed down, began to pound violently again, like a drumbeat.
He really could smell it.
Although not as strong as before, it was still there, lingering around the tip of my nose, barely perceptible.
Just then.
He heard a slight noise outside the door.
It looks like someone is walking, walking briskly towards us.
He was immediately startled, his heart leaped into his throat, and his eyes were fixed on the door.
At this moment, the gate was wide open, and the moonlight was bright. Through the door, he could see a river in the distance. This river ran through the entire Liaowang Village. In the late spring and early autumn, most of the farmland in the village was irrigated by this river.
It was also the river where he fell into the water.
Then he saw a figure.
"Shuang'er, you're awake! Are you alright?"
A middle-aged woman walked over quickly.
Behind the woman stood a tall, thin man who also looked nervous, but he remained silent.
These two people were Qin Shuang's parents, Qin Zheng and Zhou Yuehong.
Immediately after them, an elderly man dressed in a gray robe appeared, but he stood at the door and did not come in.
Seeing this, Qin Shuang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
God knows how much intense activity was churning in his mind just a short while ago.
"This is your Grandpa Liu, from the Liu Family Village next door."
Zhou Yuehong explained.
"Grandpa Liu."
Qin Shuang called out, her gaze passing over her parents and landing on the old man.
Under the moonlight, the old man was thin and wiry, but his back was straight, and his eyes were surprisingly bright. He wore a faded gray robe with the cuffs rolled up, revealing his withered wrists. In his right hand, he clutched a string of dark beads, the material of which was unknown.
At this moment, he squatted down, touched the ground, and his expression changed instantly.
"You just said the child has been in the water for several days?"
Liu Quan looked serious.
"Five, that makes five days."
Zhou Yuehong hesitated for a moment before saying, "At first, we thought it was just a normal fever after falling into the water, but this morning, we found two black handprints on his feet, and that's when we realized something was wrong, so we quickly called you over, Uncle Liu."
"This is troublesome."
Liu Quan then entered the room and took a closer look at Qin Shuang's feet.
It was only then that Qin Shuang noticed two distinct black handprints on her feet, jet black and quite eerie.
However, at the same time...
He suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and a special screen appeared in front of him.
Name: Qin Shuang
Introductory Techniques: Beginner (0/100)
Psionic Points: 0
……
"This is……"
Qin Shuang looked at the words on the screen and a question arose in her mind.
Goldfinger?
Is the Taoist priest about to succeed?
……
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