Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 24 - : Walking Corpse on a Rainy Night

Truly, good fortune makes the spirit soar. Duan Yun had only been in the Martial World for a few days and not only made three friends in Zhang Tielan, Hua Wen, and Hua Wu, but also succeeded in passing on martial arts for the first time, planting two seeds of goodwill in this world fraught with murder and deceit.

By morning, even the limping donkey wasn't limping anymore, jumping around happily in front of Duan Yun with a donkey-face grin.

This time, Duan Yun was really hitting the road again.

This was just a stopover for him, and after two days of feasting on fish, meat, and jar-blowing liquor, he felt he was about to eat Zhang Tielan out of house and home.

He had to leave, and though Zhang Tielan was reluctant to see him go, Hua Wen and Hua Wu were immersed in their cultivation, aware they could easily find Mr. Duan, the Big Medicine, again, so they didn't insist on him staying.

"Mr. Duan really is a young hero," Zhang Tielan sighed as he watched the figure of Duan Yun riding away on his donkey.

"Yes, he's incredibly kind," Hua Wu echoed sadly.

"Go ahead and hop about. Such a Big Medicine is rare. It won't be long before it turns to juice; it's quite a pity, really."

Hua Wen and Hua Wu looked at each other, an unspoken understanding between them.

...

"Life's journey is long like a lingering dream.

On the road, we encounter Wind Frost, fierce and keen.

In this tumultuous world, the dream's path is seen..."

New to the Martial World, Duan Yun had grown accustomed to long travels and to spending nights in the wilderness.

Sometimes, he even chose to sleep in the wild on purpose, believing that facing crises in nature kept one's body and mind from slackening, which was beneficial for cultivation.

Of course, that was the ostensible reason. The real reason was to save the money it would cost to stay at an inn.

After gorging on food and wine with Hua Wen and Hua Wu, Duan Yun found himself fond of drinking.

In his previous life, he didn't care for alcohol, usually sticking to what he'd jokingly call "chubby nerd's joy" drinks.

Unexpectedly, after indulging in drink on this world a couple of times, he felt it was even better than his previous life's 'chubby nerd's joy'.

And so, with his limited silver, he felt it was more cost-effective to spend on drink than on inns.

Now, Duan Yun, riding on Little Grey, couldn't help but hum this song while looking at the boundless wild grass and forests beside the road.

During these days on the road, his biggest feeling was one of desolation, and there were an awful lot of graves.

Some nights, out in the wild, he inevitably encountered marked and unmarked graves.

Some poor souls in the ground didn't even have their blankets properly covered; he often saw exposed bones.

Such scenes often gave Duan Yun the illusion that he had entered the world of "A Chinese Ghost Story."

He had journeyed thousands of miles away from Wangchun City, and despite all the travelling, still had not seen a hint of bustling scenery.

Today's weather was gloomy. Thick clouds weighed heavily in the sky, oppressive.

Duan Yun took a sip of wine and wondered, "It's not going to rain, is it?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a raindrop splattered onto his forehead.

"Well, at least it doesn't seem like a heavy rain," Duan Yun couldn't help remarking, just as a sudden downpour began to fall.

"Damn it!"

Instantly, Duan Yun was lambasted head to toe by the rain, cursing under his breath.

He was no stranger to rain while traveling, and typically, he would just tough it out.

But this rain was different; it was freezing rain.

The droplets felt like they would freeze upon contact, chilling to the bone.

Duan Yun was alright with his True Qi as a shield, but the donkey couldn't take it.

The donkey's breath turned white, and its normally rugged body began to tremble quickly.

Duan Yun gritted his teeth and lifted the donkey.

Thus, on the muddy path, there appeared the silhouette of a gynecologist doctor carrying a donkey and running.

At that moment, Duan Yun felt even more awkward than Ning Caichen caught in the rain while carrying a donkey, as if he had met a ghostly downpour himself.

The freezing rain was fierce, even pelting Duan Yun with chunks of ice.

He knew he must find shelter from the rain; otherwise, he'd have no choice but to have roasted donkey meat.

Duan Yun's footsteps quickened.

More shrubbery appeared on both sides of the road ahead, swaying ghostly shapes in the stormy wind as it blew.

At that moment, Duan Yun's eyes suddenly lit up.

Amid the pouring rain and icy fog, he saw a slanted path leading upward to a higher place where the outline of a building loomed.

At last, he had found a place to shelter from the rain.

Duan Yun carried the donkey up the slope and discovered an abandoned Taoist temple at the top of the hill.

The red walls were mottled, covered in green moss, looking like the face of a person with skin disease in the rain.

"Thank goodness it's a Taoist temple, not a monastery, or else the deja vu would be too strong."

Mr. Duan muttered, already regretting singing that song.

Seeing that the donkey was almost stiff with cold, Mr. Duan no longer hesitated and carried it straight into the Taoist temple.

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Having often slept by graves these days, he wasn't scared anymore.

Mr. Duan headed straight for the main hall of the temple, as many of the houses had collapsed, leaving only that area offering some shelter from the rain.

Only when he got under the dilapidated eaves did he set the donkey down.

By that time, he couldn't help but shiver with cold.

The rain was just too freezing.

And the donkey, with its body stiff, shook off the rainwater.

After entering the main hall, there were some wooden frames from doors and windows scattered on the ground.

Mr. Duan chose a few relatively dry ones, found a place where the tiles were relatively intact, and started making a fire.

In the middle of it, he took a big gulp from his gourd, feeling his body gradually warming up.

Seeing that the donkey was still stiff with cold, he also poured a little for it.

After drinking that small sip of alcohol, along with the fire slowly building up, the donkey's condition gradually stabilized.

Mr. Duan exhaled a breath of air and remarked, "No need for roasted donkey, at least for now."

The sky was getting darker and darker; though it was only afternoon, it felt like nightfall.

The sound of hail hitting the roof came occasionally, as if eggs were rolling around on it.

The freezing rain brought in a cold fog, making this dilapidated Taoist temple seem mysterious and eerie.

From here, one could see a large old tree in the courtyard.

On the old tree were vaguely visible faded red cloths, and under the tree roots, there were dense traces of incense sticks and candle wax, probably left by worshipers making offerings in the past.

One could imagine the heyday of this temple.

Compared to that time, now even the deity statue in the main hall was only half-remaining, unrecognizable as to which deity it was, and it looked ghostly and sinister.

This eeriness, so different from that by the graves, seemed even deeper and more oppressive.

However, being able to find such a place to stay in this ghostly weather was no easy feat.

He didn't believe his luck could be that good to encounter a ghost.

Especially after drinking the alcohol, Mr. Duan's young hero spirit rose up, with no trace of fear left.

Even if there were ghosts in this world, he was determined to become a character like Yan Chixia, and possibly even take up a side job as a doctor.

Thud thud thud!

Mr. Duan took another big swig of alcohol, then got into the Jade Sword Stance.

At any time, one must not forget to train in martial arts.

At this moment, the cold fog was blown in with the wind, and the fire, which was not burning strongly, became flickering and unsteady.

Mr. Duan made a quick decision, extended his sword finger, and poked forward.

A white Sword Qi struck the fire at the moment it landed, and the flames roared into vigor.

Little Grey had already become accustomed to his technique, since he added alcohol to the Sword Qi.

Mr. Duan loved drinking not only because the alcohol brought him joy similar to a "happy water" for homebodies, but also because the shooting feeling was quite nice.

Yes, these past days, he had gotten used to shooting alcohol from his fingertips.

The alcohol mixed with his Sword Qi, adding an explosive touch to it.

Now, his Sword Qi could not only easily penetrate someone's body, but also serve to disinfect their wounds with alcohol, and even light a fire.

The fire was stable now, yet the freezing rain showed no sign of stopping.

Mr. Duan knew that he would probably have to spend the night here.

Just as he was preparing to fix some dry food to eat, suddenly, a bell rang through the rain and fog.

In this dilapidated Taoist temple, within the enveloping rain and fog, the bell sound seemed to naturally carry a mysterious and eerie aura, instilling fear.

Mr. Duan looked out from the entrance and realized that some people really did come to the temple.

A procession.

These people wore tight white veils covering their upper bodies, not even exposing their eyes, and placed their hands on the shoulders of the person in front of them, following the bell sound while moving forward.

Mr. Duan noticed that they emitted no living human aura, their footsteps were silent, and even their steps were uniform.

These were clearly walking corpses.

Rainy weather, an abandoned Taoist temple, mysterious bell sound, walking corpses...

Mr. Duan's scalp tingled a bit.

Oh my, did I actually encounter a real ghost?

He saw that this procession of corpses didn't stop at all; through the veil of rain, they headed straight for the main hall where he was.