Family Of Ghosts

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

The dragon horn on the dragon head had a faint smoke lingering around it. The smoke lingered and coalesced into a wisp, then slowly condensed into water vapor that covered the dragon head. The water vapor condensed into droplets that slowly dripped into the well along the dragon’s mouth.

“Where did this smoke come from?” Ye Xiao had never seen such a strange scene.

The abbot stroked his beard and laughed out loud. “This smoke was formed by the burning of incense by these hundreds or thousands of believers. Only devout believers can be attracted by this dragon head and eventually absorb the Heaven and Earth spiritual energies to transform into holy water.”

“What is considered pious?”

Ye Xiao’s brows raised slightly. It seemed like to get holy water, he had to work hard on being ‘pious’.

The abbot lowered his eyes. “I heard that on the pilgrimage, there are often devout believers. They kowtow every three steps and bow every nine steps. They kowtow from the foot of the mountain for eighty-one steps up the mountain. They kneel in front of the Buddha and recite the scriptures for six hours. This is being pious.”

“You can obtain the holy water just like that?” Ye Xiao glanced at the dragon head beside him and was slightly worried.

The abbot pondered for a moment. “That’s not necessarily true. I only said that it’s a way to be pious. As for what you want to do, it depends on yourself.”

With that, the abbot took out a small wine glass from his sleeve and handed it to Ye Xiao.

“From now on, you can put this cup in the well. When the cup is full, you can bring it back to save your wife.”

Ye Xiao took the wine glass and the abbot turned to leave.

Looking at the empty cup in his hand, Ye Xiao frowned in confusion. Was this person not afraid that he would just scoop holy water and run?

Although the holy water in the well was shallow, he could still scoop up some of it if he thought of a way. If he scooped a few more times, he should be able to bring it back to save Pan Pan.

The image of Cen Pan lying on the bed with a pale face appeared in Ye Xiao’s mind. He frowned anxiously. He looked around and saw no one, so he squatted by the well with a small cup and started to scoop holy water.

What Ye Xiao did not expect was that although he could indeed scoop some of the holy water, it turned into smoke and dissipated the moment it entered the wine cup.

He had tried, but this happened two to three times. Ye Xiao’s heart sank. He finally knew why the abbot dared to let him stay here alone.

Ye Xiao thought about it and placed the wine cup into the well while aiming at the drop of holy water that was about to drip from the dragon’s mouth.

He watched as the drop of holy water hung in the air for a long time. It was only when more water droplets gathered and formed an even bigger drop that it suddenly dripped.

The wine cup in the well was still empty. The holy water seemed to keep avoiding it on purpose.

Ye Xiao looked at it intently for a while and turned to walk out of the inner court.

Chen Feng saw Ye Xiao and walked up to him. Before he could ask anything, Ye Xiao stuffed the paper bag into his hand and walked down the mountain.

“President Ye, have you gotten the holy water?”

Chen Feng was shocked. Didn’t the young monk say that the holy water was the treasure of the temple? Why hadn’t he spent a single cent and gotten it so quickly?

Ye Xiao walked hurriedly and did not even turn back.

Chen Feng hurried to catch up. He stole a glance at Ye Xiao and understood.

He definitely didn’t get this holy water, but did this mean that he was going back?

Ye Xiao had no expression on his face. Chen Feng didn’t dare ask further. He could only follow Ye Xiao silently as the two of them descended the mountain.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Ye Xiao looked up at the top of the mountain that could not be seen.. He estimated the length of the staircase that led up from the bottom of the mountain and clenched his fists.