I simply washed up and went to sleep, and the next day at school was just sleeping too, I slept all the way through.

  The next day after school, my dad drove to the school gate and waited for me. After I got in the car, my dad handed me a black suit, and I changed into it directly in the car.

  The funeral was held in a villa that Vice President Yang had bought before his death. After my parents and I got out of the car, I saw that the villa was brightly lit at this time, and cars would stop at the gate from time to time, and then walk into the villa.

  My dad led me and my mom to the entrance, where there was a person in charge of collecting money. As soon as he saw my dad coming over, he came up with a smile and started chatting. This person was the nephew of the owner of the house, and my parents started talking to him.

  I went straight into the villa's hall.

  The villa bought by Deputy Director Yang is very big, I used to come here often, but now everything has changed. In the past, my dad would always chat with Deputy Director Yang in the living room, while Mrs. Yang would cook in the kitchen, and I would take Xiaoxi to play around everywhere.

  At this time, everything has changed, and the only thing left is the red coffin in the middle of the hall. The principal was greeting guests at the door, and when he saw me coming in, he smiled and waved at me, but I guess he felt that there was nothing to talk about with a kid like me, so he turned around and continued to accompany those guests.

  Suddenly, a middle-aged man wearing a yellow Taoist robe walked in from outside. As soon as the director saw the Taoist priest enter, he hurried to greet him and exchanged two sentences with the Taoist priest, who then walked up to the coffin, furrowed his brow, and took a look.

  "How's Dao Zhang?" The principal asked in a low voice beside me. I was hesitant at the time, but I still heard it.

  The Taoist shook his head and said: "It's hard to say, Dean, please follow me to the inner room for a detailed discussion."

  The director then took this long corridor and went upstairs to the second floor, I don't know what he was going to discuss.

  Next came five middle-aged women who rushed in and wailed loudly in front of the coffin, presumably also hired by the hospital director.

  I just followed my dad around the villa, after all, many of them were from the hospital, and some were wealthy businessmen and government officials that Deputy Director Yang knew. It wasn't until about half an hour later that the director came downstairs.

  "Next, Qi Daozhang will help Yang Deputy Director to cross over, please follow me to Fengyi Restaurant for a meal." After finishing speaking, the Dean invited these people to leave.

  My dad walked with me to the door, I opened the car door and said on purpose: "Oh no, I forgot something at Uncle Yang's house, I'll go back and get it."

  "My dad turned around and looked at me, saying: 'You just want to go back and chat with that Taoist priest, right? Go ahead, anyway you don't like this kind of social gathering.'"

  It's still my dad who understands me best, my mom reminded me to be careful and then got in the car, the two of them drove away.

  I ran back to the villa gate. At this time, there was only one Taoist priest left in the villa, who took out some things in front of the coffin, as if preparing for something.

  The Taoist heard me walking in and turned around to look at me, saying: "Young man, go back early, don't wander around here."

  Too much talk is useless, I directly took out the mountain book and waved it in front of him.

  The Taoist's face changed slightly as soon as he saw the mountain book, and he frowned: "How did you get this thing?"

  "How did you come?" I asked back.

  The Taoist hastily cupped his hands and said: "So it's a fellow Taoist, I am Han Zhongshan."

  "What's with all the fuss? My name is Zhang Lingfeng." I said politely.

  Han Zhongshan smiled and said, "Since we're fellow practitioners, I won't beat around the bush with you. Fellow Daoist, what brings you here? Are you also aware that this corpse will become a malevolent spirit and have come to stop it?"

  "Really?" I asked in surprise.

  Han Zhongshan pointed at the coffin and said: "Don't you know, fellow Taoist?"

  "This deceased had done many evil deeds before his death, and the cause of death was due to being haunted by a small ghost until he died, as they say 'dying with one's eyes open'. As he said this, Han Zhongshan walked over to the coffin and pushed open the lid, indicating for me to take a look."

  I walked up to the coffin and took a look, Yang Deputy Director's corpse was pale, his eyes were wide open, and his mouth was also agape.

  "This man died with his eyes open, I used black dog blood to smear the outside of the coffin, but it didn't work." Han Zhongshan squatted down and pointed under the coffin.

  I also crouched down to take a look, and at this time, water stains actually appeared under the coffin. Every few tens of seconds, a drop of water would still drip down.

  "You also saw that the resentment of this corpse is so heavy that it has condensed these evil spirits into water droplets. Once they change, this corpse will be extremely troublesome." Han Zhongshan explained.

  He seemed to have figured out that I was a newbie too, but instead of ignoring me because of it, he actually gave me even more detailed explanations.

  I suddenly had a good impression of this Korean Zhongshan, the most important thing about a yin-yang master is not how high his Taoist skills are or how fierce he is at catching ghosts, but his experience.

  There are so many kinds of ghosts in the world, you want to quickly know what kind of ghost this is and how to deal with it.

  The difference between a master of yin and yang and an ordinary person lies in this: if one knows these methods, he can also become a master of yin and yang.

  This is why Mr. Yin and Yang gets more skilled with age, it's not that his Taoist magic has become more powerful, but rather he has gained more experience.

  And now what Han Zhongshan told me is obviously something that increases my experience.

  "If the water droplets on the coffin lid gather and drip onto the corpse's forehead, then this corpse will run amok." Han Zhongshan furrowed his brow: "Fortunately, I originally thought that one person couldn't solve it alone. However, since there is a fellow Taoist assisting, the hope of stopping this corpse from becoming an evil spirit has greatly increased."

  I actually wanted to tell him that I'm not even a half-baked one, but after careful consideration, saying so would be quite embarrassing, so I endured it.

  "How can I help you?" I asked Han Zhongshan.

  "I've calculated that at 10:30 tonight, this corpse will be exorcised, but the evil energy emanating from it is too strong. If it can't spit out this evil energy, then it will transform into a concentrated evil energy that will accumulate in its throat and turn into an evil spirit."

  "What's wrong?" I asked in surprise.

  "Huh? You're a descendant of Mountain Book, and you don't even know this?" Han Zhongshan looked at me in surprise before explaining.

  In the past, when someone died, they would invite a fortune teller to calculate the time of departure and burial, write a note, and burn it for the underworld, just like a doctor's prescription.

  It's pointless to explain, and I think many people are like me, unaware that this "out" is actually a breath of air after death, which accumulates in the throat and will be released within seven days after death. The time of release varies from person to person.

  But this calamity is highly toxic, and if someone touches it, they will either die or fall seriously ill. Therefore, a geomancer must be invited to calculate the time of the calamity's occurrence, so that the deceased's family can avoid it. In ancient times, the phrase "suffering from calamity" was a curse that wished death upon someone, and this is its origin.

  In general, this curse will dissipate within seven days, but if it encounters someone who is resentful to the point of death and has a deep-seated grudge, this curse will linger in the throat, slowly turning into a malevolent spirit, and at the original time of exorcism, it will fake its own death.

  I nodded after listening.

  "With the corpse's current state, it's likely that this calamity can't be spat out, so we need to prepare for a fierce battle with it." Han Zhongshan said.