Chapter 61: The Qingwei Sect 1 (1/2)
Chapter 61: The Qingwei Sect (1)
Translator: Dragon Rider
He Zheng and Zu Zhichong traveled to Sui City by bullet train. The Qingwei Sect, established in the Eastern Han Dynasty (25-220 AD) by a prominent Taoist priest named Zu Shu, had trained generations of exorcists over the years. Since it was a large geomantic sect nationally famous for consummate Fu-craft (Fu is a piece of rectangular paper on which magical figures are drawn by Chinese Taoist priests to invoke or expel spirits and bring good or ill fortune) and exorcism circles, it had a great number of worshippers who made donations to it on a regular basis. As one of the few major sects specializing in Fu-craft, the Qingwei Sect held very high prestige among citizens of Sui City.
It was in the afternoon that they reached the destination. Sui City was on the coast, near Hainan Island. Originally, the two of them had planned to go to the Supernaturalism Management Bureau of Sui City to inform the Wuwei-shizi Counter-demon Committee of their arrival, but since they had plenty of time, Zu Zhichong decided to take He Zheng to the Qingwei Sect first and schedule other matters later.
Since Sui City was on the coast of the South Sea, many citizens here were great believers in geomancy. Dozens of years ago, funded by some squires, extensive renovations to the Qingwei Temple located on the Qingwei Mountain were conducted, which made it even more imposing.
Surprisingly, they could clearly see the Taoist temple sited on the mountainside from the foot of the mountain, but after walking uphill for nearly half an hour, He Zheng found that they had not even covered one third of the distance.
Since He Zheng, a man ignorant of common things, seldom exercised, his constitution was far less strong than that of Zu Zhichong, who had been frequently walking up and down mountains since childhood. After another dozen minutes' walking, He Zheng started panting heavily. Seeing this, Zu Zhichong in resignation supported He Zheng's shoulder with one hand and took He Zheng's suitcase with the other. Remarkably, though very thin, he had amazingly great strength. With such a heavy load, he still walked with flying feet. As if on wings, they headed uphill along the stone steps at a rapid pace.
Even with Zu Zhichong's assistance, it still took He Zheng quite some time to get to the temple.
”Huh–Huh–” Breathing heavily, He Zheng gasped, ”Ar–Are you a mule or something? You covered such a good deal of ground in such a short time.” Dehydrated and drained of energy, He Zheng, running out of puff, directly sat down onto the ground, beads of sweat the size of beans oozing out of his forehead before sliding to his eyes. He felt so miserable that he couldn't help but curse.
”The Qingwei Temple has so ma–many worshippers. Why di–didn't you build a vehicular road so that people can drive up here?”
It was the back door that Zu Zhichong had brought him to. Standing before the guardian rock, Zu Zhichong quickly made a sequence of exorcism mudras with his hands and then pressed them onto the rock. After doing all this, he softly wiped the sweat off his forehead and replied with a resigned face, ”That's not my decision to make. My master shifu said that we would seem more secluded if we stayed this way.”
At first Zu Zhichong had not noticed, but when he twisted his head around, he saw that He Zheng was soaking wet with sweat like a drowned dog that had just been fished out of a river. He hurriedly asked, ”Where's the Thermos bottle Chief gave you? Did you bring it with you?”
He Zheng moved his backpack to his side, produced a Thermos bottle from it and took two sips of the water in it.
Strangely enough, in Thermos bottle of Li Zong was merely water, but it was giving off a smell of ginseng. After drinking the water, he felt a lot better. Even the soreness all over him was greatly reduced.
Mouth watering, Zu Zhichong stared fixedly at Thermos bottle in his hand. ”Cutie, would you please be so kind as to let me take a sip of the water as well?”
”Don't even think about it.” He Zheng rolled his eyes. ”A lot of diseases can be transmitted via saliva very easily. What if you are a carrier of some kind of virus? You might pass it to me.”
”Elder Sect-brother!”
Zu Zhichong was just about to curse when a silvery voice came from behind him. Zu Zhichong and He Zheng twisted their head around at the same time. He Zheng was still sitting on the ground, dirt all over him, looking rather unpresentable.
A young man in a Taoist robe, who had a Taoist-style bun on top of his head just like Zu Zhichong did, was standing behind them, a pleasantly surprised look on his face.
”Younger Sect-brother,” Zu Zhichong was also somewhat pleasantly surprised.
”Elder Sect-brother, master shifu informed me of your return and had me come here to meet you.” He fished a cellphone out of his pocket. ”Let me send a message in our WeChat group. This is fantastic. We'll have some additional courses once again.”