The Daily Life Of Mei Furen Doting On Her Husband - Chapter 70
As the closing drum was about to sound, a Taoist Priest in a white robe entered the Chang’an City’s gate, drawing everyone’s attention. There were many Taoist temples and Buddhist monasteries inside and outside the city, and Taoist priests and monks were common sights, but such a young and handsome Taoist Priest was rare.
However, the white-robed Taoist Priest ignored all the gazes and hurried on his way, finally arriving at the East Market, exhausted.
A Taoist Priest suddenly broke into the Monster Market, causing a small disturbance. Wu Zhen sensed the man’s aura and quickly appeared to quell the unrest.
She looked at the white-robed Taoist Priest and said in a familiar tone, “Master Shuangjiang, I haven’t seen you for a year. Why did you rush into our Monster Market in such a hurry? Are you here to catch monsters again?”
The white-robed Taoist Priest caught his breath and said solemnly, “Something has happened. I came here specifically to bring you the news.”
Wu Zhen smiled and asked, “What is it?”
Shuangjiang quickly replied, “There is a ‘God of Plague’ coming to Chang’an, and it’s quite serious.”
When Wu Zhen heard this, even though she was usually very brave, she looked serious and asked, “‘God of Plague’? Are you sure?”
Shuangjiang nodded, “Yes, it will be here soon. I’m just ahead of it.”
Wu Zhen stopped talking and shouted, “Ling Xiao!”
A gentle man appeared beside her.
Wu Zhen said, “Go outside the city and find your snake lady. Tell her that the ‘God of Plague’ is coming through the city and ask her to return quickly.”
“Okay, Cat Lord, you must hold on.” Ling Xiao disappeared from the spot again.
Wu Zhen commanded, “Shen Gun, you stay in Yan Tower and watch over this formation. Hu Zhu, come with me to the outside of the city.”
Seeing her hurrying to the city gate with Hu Zhu, Taoist Shuangjiang silently followed her.
Wu Zhen was anxious because the “God of Plague” was truly difficult to deal with. The so-called “God of Plague” was not a God, but a type of malevolent entity that brought plague and disease to people. It wasn’t a monster or a spirit, but a creature born from the corpses of people and animals who died en masse. It absorbed all kinds of foul air from heaven and earth to grow and take shape. It was like clouds and fog, and ordinary people could not see it.
The reason it was called the “God of Plague” was merely a folk term, similar to how people called the things that caused locust plagues the “Locust God”. Just because these entities could bring extremely terrible consequences, people feared them and revered them as Gods, attempting to make them go away by offering sacrifices. However, Wu Zhen sneered at such behavior. If sacrifices were truly effective, so many people wouldn’t die each time. The only solution was to deal with them as one would with troublesome monsters.
When Wu Zhen reached the city gate, she asked Taoist Shuangjiang, who was following behind her, “Chang’an is the capital of the nation. How could such a vile thing reach Chang’an?”
It stands to reason that Chang’an, being the site of the dragon vein of national destiny and surrounded by auspicious auras, shouldn’t attract such a major disaster. Yet the Plague God had arrived.
Taoist Shuangjiang responded with a cold expression, “I don’t know, but I believe the ‘God of Plague’ came here in an uncanny way.”
It was as if it had been driven here by something on purpose—though he wasn’t certain about the latter part, so he didn’t say it out loud.
Wu Zhen and the other two concealed their figures, stood atop the high city gate, and looked into the distance. Ordinary people only saw dark clouds in the sky, but Wu Zhen saw a black line racing towards the horizon.
“It’s really a Plague God, and it looks quite large.” If it truly reached Chang’an, a city with a population of one million, who knew how many people would die. Wu Zhen’s eyes darkened, and a massive shadow floated behind her. At first, the shadow took the shape of a cat, but then it gradually elongated, breaking away from the feline form. It resembled a huge and ferocious monster, standing atop the city gate and roaring at the distance.
“Hu Zhu, get ready.”
Hu Zhu shed her usual charming demeanor and revealed her true form in the same solemn manner, ready for battle.
Wu Zhen looked at Shuangjiang, who was carrying a wooden sword, and said, “Master Shuangjiang, it might be dangerous for you to stay here. It’s better for you to go into the city first. The Yan Tower formation should provide protection.”
Taoist Shuangjiang was a disciple of the Taoist Changxi Temple. He was only about twenty one or twenty two years old but could already handle monsters that had cultivated for a hundred years on his own. Given his age, such cultivation was impressive, but facing a Plague God of this scale was another matter. Wu Zhen didn’t want to implicate him.
Three years ago, Shuangjiang came to Chang’an chasing an evil monster. He had some conflicts with Wu Zhen in his quest to kill the monster, but after a fight, they became acquainted and eventually became friends. Among the Taoist priests Wu Zhen knew, he was the youngest and most prestigious.
Although Taoist Shuangjiang was cold and arrogant, never admitting defeat, he was also very earnest. A year ago, his master had called him back to the temple. This time, upon discovering that the God of Plague was heading to Chang’an, he came to deliver the news. Wu Zhen was grateful for his kindness and was even more unwilling to see him perish in vain.
Taoist Shuangjiang had always been proud, never showing fear even when facing something he couldn’t handle. But that day, he also understood the gravity of the situation and hesitated for a moment.
Seeing the Plague God drawing closer and closer, he seemed to make up his mind and said, “My junior uncle from the temple has also come to Chang’an. He is a man of natural talent, a hundred times more powerful than I am. If he were here, he would certainly help Lord Cat resolve this disaster. I’ll go and invite him!”
Wu Zhen didn’t know who his junior uncle was, but since Shuangjiang praised him so highly, he must be a powerful figure. She was happy to have an additional helper, so she didn’t refuse and nodded, “Thank you very much. If we can truly get through this, I will be sure to thank you and your junior uncle later.”
After Taoist Shuangjiang left, the Plague God was already close at hand. Wu Zhen stepped forward, swung her hand, and a long red whip materialized. She declared loudly, “The place guarded by the nine dragons, kill the evil and retreat!”
The long red whip seemed alive, constantly extending and twisting into a tangled arc of light in the air, mercilessly striking at the black fog encroaching upon Chang’an. Although the black fog was torn apart, it quickly reformed, its tendrils still slowly reaching towards the city gate.
“As expected of the ‘God of Plague’, it’s really troublesome,” Wu Zhen muttered, curling her lips as she lashed out with the whip again.
By that time, the closing drum had already sounded, and all the city gates had been sealed. Ordinary people, oblivious to the Plague God knocking on the city gate, only occasionally glanced at the lightning in the sky and remarked curiously that the clouds were unusually dark, and the lightning, appearing red, was different from usual.
However, to the inhuman beings and those with cultivation, the looming threat of a storm was palpable, and they could easily surmise that something malevolent sought to breach Chang’an defenses. The explosions from the sky outside the city were not thunder but the sound of fierce combat.
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