C2 Rules

I was listening quietly to her words. Hsing pursed her lips and kept me in suspense.

Her tone became relaxed as she smiled and said, "Let's not talk about it. Let's not talk about it. Today is your first day in the sect. Why are you talking about such depressing things?"

"Let's go. We are almost done. Let's hurry back and pay our respects to the master!"

As she spoke, Hsing turned around first and bounced along the way back.

The moment she turned around, I noticed that there was a hint of disappointment and sadness on her face.

I had doubts in my mind, but I didn't ask. There were many days to come, so there was no need to rush.

Uncle Liu's residence was very stylish. After entering the door, there was a brightly lit house. On both sides of the house, there was a east and west room.

The ground of the courtyard was paved with bluestone, and it was clean and spotless. There were more than twenty pots of red flowers and green grass in the courtyard. They were arranged in a neat manner, which made people feel happy but not messy.

The scenery outside was good, but it was another scene inside the house.

The thick curtains tightly covered the front window, and there was no way to see the scene outside.

There were two white candles on the cabinet. Perhaps there was a breeze when they opened the door, and the candles swayed left and right, making the room dark.

In the middle of the room, there was a fragrant stove the size of a basin. Three sticks of incense were burning, and smoke rose from them.

Further ahead was a small Buddhist shrine. There was a black statue inside. It was a little far away, so I couldn't see the statue clearly.

I was a little puzzled. I thought that this scene was familiar. When I went to Master Ma's house in the past, I had seen this scene before.

However... he was Mister Yin Yang, and he had to respect ghosts and gods. Uncle Liu, as a Vigil Keeper, had so much to think about.

Uncle Liu's clothes were a little traditional. He was dressed in a long robe. When I entered the door, he was carrying his hands that were as thin as chicken claws, staring at the shrine.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and the sound of footsteps, he turned around and sized me up before asking, "Zhang Deshui, from now on, you will become the Vigil Keeper. Come, tell me, are you afraid?"

His voice was a little hoarse and low. When he spoke, it was as if he was pulling an old wind box, making people feel uncomfortable.

I shook my head and said that my courage was alright. Every summer, I would lead the village's children to the cemetery to catch fireflies. I didn't feel anything at such a scary place.

What I said was the truth.

The cemetery was a name for a piece of land around our village. It was said that it used to be a soldier tomb. It was unknown which year it was wiped out. Many people died there, and they were buried on the spot.

From afar, there were many hills and hills of soil. There were hundreds of them.

Those who were slightly timid in the village had to take a detour when they passed by the cemetery.

Only I was not afraid and dared to walk straight through the middle.

While they were talking, I also looked at Uncle Liu with the help of the candlelight. I was surprised and thought to myself, why is Uncle Liu so old?

I had only seen him once three years ago. At that time, he looked like he was in his early thirties. Now, he looked like he was in his fifties. The deep lines on his forehead were full of stories.

Uncle Liu nodded and said, "As long as you have the guts." However, you must remember two words: rules!

Uncle Liu meant that I should follow the rules. He would do whatever he said and I must not act on my own.

At that time, I was about to enter the sect and I had to act obediently. As he said that, I nodded and agreed readily.

After that, I bowed to Uncle Liu and shouted, "Master." The ceremony was completed.

After that, Uncle Liu let Hsing take over as his disciple and explained the most basic rules to me. Then, he brought me with him to guard the spirit at night.

At that moment, I realized that Hsing had a job for me. I heard that I could guard the spirit tonight and she was so happy for me. Didn't that mean that I could get the money on the same day?

In addition, subconsciously, I always wanted to show off in front of Hsing to prove my courage.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, after breakfast, Hsing and I walked to the mountain path behind the mountain and avoided the villagers. The people in the industry called it "avoidance", and the outsiders called it "face-penetration".

It meant that we, the Vigil Keeper, were covered in Yin Qi, so we had to stay away from normal people to prevent infection. It was no wonder that I rarely saw Uncle Liu and his disciple these years.

After walking for about half an hour on the dirt road, we arrived at the place where the main house had sent a tractor to pick us up.

After another hour, we finally arrived at the main house. The person who welcomed us was the old man with the surname Zhao and his wife.

Hsing had told me before that the one who died was the daughter-in-law of this family.

The couple originally lived in the apartment building in the county city. It was said that they lived a good life, but for some reason, the two of them jumped off the building.

Perhaps it was because they were not destined to die. The man had just jumped off the second floor when his clothes accidentally scratched the balcony of the neighbor's balcony. Then, he was discovered by everyone and saved his life.

The little daughter-in-law was in a bad situation. She jumped off the seventh floor and did not die on the spot. She was rescued in the hospital for seven or eight hours before she finally stopped breathing.

The people here were all stubborn. They would try their best to bury the dead in their hometown no matter where they died.

Since his little wife had entered the Zhao family, no matter if she was alive or dead, she would be considered a member of the Zhao family.

Therefore, after the accident, Old Zhao hired someone to transport her corpse back. He also asked the Feng Shui Master to choose a good graveyard at the side of his house and planned to bury her in seven days.

In other words, today was the first day that I was accompanying Hsing and guarding her spirit!

Since it was not time yet, the main family naturally did not need us to go over.

When Hsing and I were waiting in a small house, Hsing repeatedly reminded me to remember the basic rules.

In fact, Hsing was the main force tonight. I didn't need to do anything, I just needed to keep an eye on her.

As for the basic rules that she mentioned, they were basically not to listen, talk, think, or move!

I was a little impatient and thought to myself, "Why is Hsing so long-winded?"

She had told me these words eight hundred times, and her ears had become like a cocoon. Why did she keep reminding me?

Simply put, there were four things that I shouldn't do! I had a tattoo on my head, and after hearing it so many times, I still couldn't remember those sixteen words!

The northern spring was getting darker and darker. It was not even six o'clock in the morning when the sky began to darken.

Hsing and I had already arrived at the mourning hall. There were two straw mats in front of the coffin. The main family had specially added this when they saw me.

The noise in my ears gradually quieted down. The neighbors who came to pay their respects had already started to leave one after another.

After a while, there were no other sounds except for the occasional barking of dogs and the sound of the night wind blowing.

According to Hsing, as long as she sat on the straw mat and started to guard the spirit, she couldn't say anything else.

I felt a little bored. I leaned on the coffin and thought that there was a female corpse lying inside, but I didn't feel anything.

The first few hours were fine, but after nine o'clock in the evening, I couldn't sit still anymore.

I glanced at Hsing and saw that she was closing her eyes, as if she was meditating.

During the guarding, Hsing wiped the coffin with a rag and sprinkled some water around the coffin with a basin.

Other than that, she had been sitting in this quiet posture for the entire time, but she was getting impatient.

I secretly admired her and was about to stretch my numb legs.

Suddenly, my movements froze.

Without any warning, the night wind suddenly became stronger, blowing the furniture in the surroundings.

Amidst the messy and irregular noises, I even heard a different sound.

It was soft and gentle, as if someone was crying?