Someone Always Wants To Corrupt My Disciple - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: someone comes to visit

White Yu’s relentless brainwashing lasted seven days, with the fierce wind on the mountain blowing continuously for seven days, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night. It only began to calm down after seven days.

Yun Jiao had never seen such a strange wind before. Looking around, the entire forest was pitch black, as if it had suddenly turned into night. All she could hear was the constant rustling of the wind, accompanied by the crashing sound of something falling. In the darkness, she could vaguely see large shadows of trees toppling over, as if something had cut them down.

This wind wasn’t just a wind; it was clearly like blades.

After an entire week, Yun Jiao’s last shred of hope was completely blown away by the fierce wind. She was certain that there was no place on Earth with such harsh weather, which meant she had indeed transmigrated to another world.

Yun Jiao felt that she must have owed that old lady a lot of money in her past life; the curse was too effective.

“Girl, have you thought about staying and joining our Qingyang Temple today?” The old man smiled slyly, like a human trafficker.

Yun Jiao looked at him expressionlessly and picked up a book from the table.

She couldn’t figure out what was wrong with the old man. After dragging him back to the temple that day, with no medicine available, she had to use basic methods like inducing vomiting and diarrhea to detoxify him. She originally thought that, given his age, even if she saved him, it would take a significant toll on his body, and it would probably take him several days to recover.

Yet, after a whole day of vomiting and diarrhea, he was as lively as a dragon the next day, full of energy, not at all like an old man nearing sixty.

“Don’t be like this, girl.” Seeing she didn’t respond, the old man began his daily persuasion routine. “I’m telling you, our Qingyang Temple is not an ordinary temple; it’s a genuine Taoist sect. We have a renowned reputation in the martial world, completely different from those fraudsters.”

Yun Jiao glanced at him and replied with a “Oh.”

“Don’t doubt it!” The old man said seriously, “Our Qingyang Temple has been on this Kui Mountain for thousands of years. If we didn’t have real skills, we wouldn’t be so stable today.” He patted his chest proudly. “Have you heard a saying? ‘The true sect of the mystic arts, Qingyang is the best.’ It refers to our Qingyang lineage. Back in the days of our ancestor, the entire mystic sect was led by Qingyang. Whether it was exorcising ghosts or subduing demons, no one could surpass us.”

“Oh.”

“Really, really!” The old man snatched the book from her hand. “Girl, believe me, our Qingyang Temple is very powerful and promising.”

“Oh.” Yun Jiao turned her head to look at him and said slowly, “A Taoist temple with over a thousand square meters, yet you’re the only one left. It indeed seems promising.”

The old man choked, his eyes flickered, and he continued to bluff, “That’s because… because our temple is very strict about accepting disciples. Yes, strict! We only accept talented people.”

“Talented people like you, who haven’t opened their celestial eyes?” Yun Jiao tilted her head.

“…”

Swish! He felt like he had been stabbed in the heart again!

It wasn’t fair to be hit so hard.

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Boo hoo… He regretted telling her that he hadn’t opened his celestial eyes.

So what if he hadn’t opened his celestial eyes! He could still read fortunes and draw talismans.

It was just… just that the time hadn’t come yet, but he would open them someday.

“Girl, believe me, joining our Qingyang Temple, you definitely won’t lose out.” The old man clutched his wounded heart, still trying to persuade her, “You said you have nowhere to go. Look at how big our temple is. As long as you join, you can live here as you please. And we have countless classic mystic texts. If you stay, I guarantee…”

“Okay.”

“Really, our ancestor was…” He suddenly stopped. “What did you say?!” Did he just mishear? “Girl, you… you agreed?”

Yun Jiao glanced at him. Just as she was about to nod, there was a sudden knocking at the door, followed by an urgent voice.

“Master White! Master White, are you here? Please save my son! Master White… Master White!”

“Business is here!” The old man’s eyes lit up, and he threw the book aside, quickly heading inside. He didn’t forget to shout, “Girl, you agreed, no backing out! Today, I’ll show you what real mystic arts are!” He then pointed to the door, “Help me open the door first. I’ll change and be right out.”

He disappeared inside without waiting for her reply.

Yun Jiao frowned. She wasn’t really interested in mystic arts. She just wanted to know what was wrong with her eyes.

There’s a saying: after eliminating all logical possibilities, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.

In other words, there was a real possibility that she might have… seen ghosts!

The old man seemed knowledgeable about these things. Maybe staying here would help her find a cure. Besides, she felt that since arriving at the temple, those strange ghostly figures had disappeared.

Moreover, she really had nowhere else to go.

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Two people were standing at the entrance of the temple, a man and a woman. The woman was wearing a gray, patched-up outfit, looking thin and hunched over, with a flushed face and a look of urgency. The middle-aged man beside her was supporting her, looking like a mother and son pair.

“Who are you…” The woman was momentarily stunned when she saw Yun Jiao. She looked Yun Jiao up and down, a strange emotion flashing in her eyes, as if she wasn’t looking at a person but an object. She even took a step back, as if avoiding something, with an expression of disdain.

Yun Jiao felt inexplicably annoyed. “Who are you looking for?”

“We’re here to see Master White. Is he in? Move aside, I have urgent business!” The woman ignored her, craning her neck to look inside the temple, as if she wanted to rush in herself.

Yun Jiao frowned and instinctively blocked her. Just as she was about to speak, a low voice came from behind her, “Who is causing a commotion at the temple gate?”

All three of them turned their heads.

“Master White!” The woman’s face lit up with excitement.

Yun Jiao’s expression froze, and her mouth twitched. The old man had changed into a white Taoist robe and was walking slowly towards them. The wide sleeves and hem of his robe fluttered in the wind, giving him an ethereal appearance. He held a dust whisk in his hand, his gaze cold and distant, completely different from the shameless man who had been begging her to stay. He looked every bit like a worldly immortal, almost as if he had “ethereal” written on his face.

He was nothing like the old man she had seen in the forest, holding his pants in one hand and a belt in the other, ready to commit suicide!

So, he had gone back to change his outfit.