Without mentioning anything else, just looking at Wang Yong’s outfit, it’s clear that it’s no ordinary attire.
The Taoist robes sold on the market today are completely different from the one Wang Yong is wearing. His robe is clearly of an older vintage, the kind worn by Taoist priests decades ago. Such robes are no longer seen today, nor can they be purchased anywhere, and the original fabric used to make them is no longer available. In a few more years, it would likely be considered a valuable antique.
The peach wood sword he carried was not new either. Its dark red hue marked it as authentic southern craftsmanship.
Don’t underestimate this small peach wood sword—it was crafted with great care and meaning.
In southern tradition, the element of fire represents yang energy, which combats negative forces and restores balance to the five elements. Fire is feared not only by ghosts, but by people as well. Peach wood, on the other hand, belongs to the yin element and is naturally attuned to spirits and supernatural beings, making it effective against evil entities of a yin nature. The sword itself is made of metal, symbolizing strength and destruction, which is another reason why ghosts fear the peach wood sword. The peach wood comes from the earth, rich in soil energy, and after undergoing specialized rituals and treatments, it absorbs water energy, thus embodying all five elements. Imagine a peach wood sword that has carried the balance of the five elements for many years—how much yin and yang energy must it have accumulated? Such a sword would naturally instill fear in any malevolent spirit.
Even the craftsmanship of the sword—its carving and polishing—was of the highest antique quality.
In addition to all this, Wang Yong wore a bronze Bagua mirror hanging from his chest. At first glance, it seemed unremarkable, just a simple copper mirror. But upon closer inspection, one could see that its edges were engraved with countless strange patterns. Those unfamiliar might mistake them for decorative designs, but those who knew better would recognize them as powerful ancient talismans, long lost to time. Even the most respected elder Taoist priests of today might not have seen these symbols in person. Using such a mirror to subdue ordinary ghosts would be like using a cannon to kill mosquitoes—an overwhelming display of power.
Bringing such ancient treasures to exorcise spirits—perhaps only a grave robber like Wang Yong could manage that.
Moreover, both Shui Miao and Sun Jihong were carrying boxes in their arms, each likely filled with unknown treasures.
All of this left Xiong Ying both envious and astonished.
“Hey, Uncle Wang, what are you planning to do?” Sun Jijun had just arrived and was unaware of the quarrel between Xiong Ying and Wang Yong. Seeing Wang Yong arrive with all these items, he was naturally puzzled.
Wang Yong smiled, not bothering to hide anything from Xiong Ying, and said directly, “I made a bet with Master Xiong. If I can eliminate the evil spirits haunting this villa, he’ll return the 200,000 yuan he took from me. Of course, money isn’t the main point—I’m doing this mainly for Jihong.”
Before this, Wang Yong and Xiong Ying had maintained a polite distance, which hadn’t seemed awkward.
Now that the cards were on the table, Wang Yong finally revealed his cunning side. Just with those two sentences, he seized the initiative, appearing confident, dignified, and composed—making Xiong Ying seem petty and narrow-minded by comparison.
Hearing this, Xiong Ying’s face turned red and then pale. Unfortunately, he was never good at verbal sparring and couldn’t think of a retort right away. He simply let out a cold laugh. In this awkward moment, he finally realized how formidable Wang Yong truly was. He had cleverly taken Shui Miao under his wing, and now with Shui Miao on his side, even if Xiong Ying had the right on his side, it seemed otherwise to others.
After all, when a disciple sides with the opponent, what face does the master have left?
Sun Jijun’s eyes lit up. He didn’t care about the twenty thousand yuan dispute between the two—he only wanted the villa’s haunting issue resolved smoothly, and then everything would be fine.
As Sun Jijun was about to speak, Sun Jihong excitedly walked over and said, “Brother, you probably don’t know—actually, Uncle Wang is also a master! He once studied Taoism at Maoshan Mountain, and he has countless treasures at home. Our little problem will definitely be resolved easily today…”
Sun Jihong got carried away with excitement and added the title of Maoshan Taoist master to Wang Yong out of nowhere, leaving everyone momentarily stunned.
“…”
Sun Jijun never expected Wang Yong to be so deeply skilled—he was actually a descendant of Maoshan!
But what surprised Sun Jijun even more was his younger brother’s attitude. He knew his brother well—Sun Jihong had always been timid, especially afraid of the dark and ghosts. For him to stand here so fearlessly was truly unexpected. It was clear from this that his brother must have learned something that gave him such confidence in Wang Yong. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so excited.
In truth, Sun Jijun deeply regretted how he had raised his younger brother.
Their father had gone to Hong Kong and entrusted Sun Jihong to him, but he had failed to take proper care of his brother. Now, Sun Jihong had fallen into smoking, drinking, gambling, visiting prostitutes, and even drug use—all due directly to his negligence. This was why Sun Jijun was determined to protect his brother from going to jail for murder—he felt deeply guilty toward him.
Sun Jijun was a smooth talker. To preserve Xiong Ying’s dignity while steering the situation in his favor, he quickly raised his hand to stop Sun Jihong from continuing, then nodded at everyone and said, “You’re all family. Do as you please, but I hope you can maintain harmony. Also, whatever happens, it must be resolved before nightfall. If not, I can’t promise what might happen next.”
After saying this, Sun Jijun pulled Sun Jihong aside and whispered, “Brother, according to Master Xiong, you’re hiding drugs in your clothes?”
“…”
Sun Jihong was stunned. Wasn’t he?
Before Sun Jihong could speak, Sun Jijun continued, “I didn’t find anything in your clothes. You were weak as a child and once had a high fever that caused mental issues. Sometimes, you imagine things that aren’t real—like imagining you killed someone or used drugs.”
“Brother, what are you talking about? I never had a mental illness!” Sun Jihong was confused.
“If I say you have one, then you do,” Sun Jijun said sternly. After a pause, he lowered his voice again. “Earlier at the hospital, I met an old classmate who agreed to help you get a certificate stating you have a mental illness. That way, even if you did kill someone, you wouldn’t go to jail. Even if you used drugs, you wouldn’t be sent to rehab. Now do you understand?”
“I get it now…”
Sun Jihong suddenly understood—his brother was trying every means possible to protect him.
“Brother, I’m sorry. I was wrong before…”
Sun Jihong was nearly moved to tears.
“Don’t be so emotional—we’re brothers,” Sun Jijun patted his brother’s shoulder. Glancing toward Xiong Ying, he whispered again, “These people who devour us without leaving a bone have already taken nearly three hundred thousand yuan from us. We can’t let them profit so easily. We need to find a way to make them give some of it back.”
Sun Jijun suddenly smiled coldly, as if he had already thought of a plan.
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On one side, Sun Jijun plotted in secret, harboring ill intentions.
On the other, Xiong Ying’s group was equally tense, with internal conflicts brewing and no one willing to back down.
Xiong Ying remained silent, hands behind his back, watching from afar as Wang Yong performed his exorcism ritual…
Wang Yong, full of confidence and determination, was indeed skilled in the art of exorcism.
He took out ancient coins, a portrait of Zhong Kui, talismans, red threads, and more. Around the pool, he placed eight bronze statues at the eight cardinal directions. These statues included Zhong Kui and other Taoist deities. After placing them, he connected them with red threads and added some talismans.
Once everything was set, Wang Yong held the Bagua mirror in one hand and the peach wood sword in the other, and suddenly began dancing and chanting…
Seeing Wang Yong act like this, Shui Miao couldn’t help but secretly smile.
But Xiong Ying’s expression grew even darker…
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