togophonebook Chapter 709: The Fat Ghost Delivers a Message
Chapter 709: The Fat Ghost Delivers a Message
Chapter 709: The Fat Ghost Delivers a Message
Mrs. Chen has been feeling uneasy ever since she had those dreams day and night.
She invited King Linchuan to come over, with the original intention of telling him about what happened in the dream, to see if it was the work of the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe.
But she just started talking, saying, "I had a dream a few days ago, and I dreamed of your father."
Prince Linchuan laughed and said, "Father has been busy with government affairs recently, and I think he has neglected mother. I think mother should talk to father more and show concern for him. This way, father will think more about mother and not neglect her."
Mrs. Chen was speechless for a moment.
She looked at King Linchuan and suddenly realized, in King Linchuan's eyes, who was his father?
She forced a smile and said, "I'm not talking about him..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Prince Linchuan's face changed and he said, "Mother, don't talk nonsense."
Madam Chen stared at Prince Linchuan in a daze. Seeing the anxiety and embarrassment on his face, she suddenly felt a little cold in her heart.
King Linchuan stood up and said, "He has disappeared. You have also tried the soul-calling technique, but there was no response. He could still be contacted in the Netherworld Mist before, but now I'm afraid he is gone."
Prince Linchuan stared into Madam Chen's eyes and said, "Mother, you should let it go. Don't always think about these trivial things."
"You are now the wife of the King of Wu, enjoying a peaceful life. Please consider your children and please your father more, and don't dwell on the past."
Madam Chen's face flushed red, and she said, "How can you say that? If he hadn't sent us to the human world, how could you be here today?"
King Linchuan said coldly: "I once rescued him from the ghost fog of the underworld, and I don't owe him anything now."
Mrs. Chen couldn't say the rest of the words.
To her, everything she experienced in this world was just a short chapter in her life.
But for King Linchuan, the world of the living is everything to him, and the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe is just a story that lives in legend.
When he was still useful and could still command the ghost soldiers to help him achieve his great cause, he could still call him father. But now he has disappeared, and the ghost soldiers he painstakingly collected have also disappeared, so what can he be involved with?
Madam Chen and Prince Linchuan parted unhappily.
Mrs. Chen was even more depressed and played the piano in the garden to relieve her stress.
The sad and graceful sound of the zither attracted the King of Wu.
The King of Wu asked, "Are you in a bad mood?"
Madam Chen held the plum blossom harp and bowed to him, saying, "Your Majesty has been busy with official duties recently and has no time to pay attention to me, so I had to find something to do myself."
The King of Wu laughed and said, "It's a beautiful spring day. Please play another song for me."
Mrs. Chen adjusted her mind, picked up the zither and played the song "Wangchun Mountain" for King Wu.
The King of Wu closed his eyes and tapped his fingers gently. After the song ended, he said, "At the end of the plains is the spring mountain, and the travelers are even beyond the spring mountain. Your piano skills are getting better and better."
He held Madam Chen's hand and said, "The spring scenery is beautiful. If you feel bored, you can go out for a walk. Just bring a few more guards and be careful."
Mrs. Chen had the same idea.
Madam Chen waited for several days but did not see the immortal god that the ghost king of Juliu tribe mentioned. She was worried that the immortal god would not enter the mortal world because of the popularity of the palace, so she was trying to find a way to go out and meet him.
With the permission of King Wu, Mrs. Chen invited several female relatives to go out for a spring outing to enjoy the flowers. Their final destination was Xiufeng Temple, where they wanted to stay overnight to worship Buddha and pray for King Wu.
There were guards waiting all the way, and when we arrived at Xiufeng Temple, the area had been cleared in advance. Only monks from the temple came to greet us, and most of them tried to avoid suspicion.
Mrs. Chen specially visited the old elder in Xiufeng Temple. He was once entrusted by the Great Buddha Temple to present scriptures to the palace, and later he often discussed scriptures with the old princess. Mrs. Chen came to worship Buddha this time, and she also wanted to please the old lady.
King Shicheng was a shrewd man. He gave Madam Chen a hand-copied Buddhist scripture and sent her away.
Mrs. Chen and several other ladies went out for a spring outing, enjoying the scenery, burning incense and worshipping Buddha, playing the piano and composing music, which did relieve some of the depression in their hearts.
But at night, she never met the immortal god she had dreamed of.
Thinking about the past, Mrs. Chen began to play the piano again, and inevitably there was a hint of sorrow in her voice.
At this time, I suddenly heard a little ghost voice outside the window, saying, "Madam, why are you so sad?"
The piano music stopped suddenly. Mrs. Chen opened the window and saw a chubby little ghost standing on the windowsill and bowing to her.
Mrs. Chen was overjoyed: "Fat ghost! Since you are here, is the king also nearby?"
The Fat Ghost shook his head and said, "Madam, the king has been imprisoned. I was brought out by the immortals to gain your trust."
Mrs. Chen's eyes suddenly showed some pity, and she asked, "Was what I saw in my dream that day real?"
The fat ghost jumped into the room from the windowsill, his fat all over his body trembling like a piece of snow-white, elastic dough.
He said, "Madam, that is exactly what the king asked."
His big eyes were full of earnest hope, and he said, "Madam, the king is now suffering from torture, and I just hope that you will not be implicated. But I have selfish thoughts, and I just hope that you can make up for your crime and see if you can reduce the king's guilt."
Mrs. Chen had tears in her eyes and said, "That's right, that's right. He's trapped in the Yue Mansion, I can't help him. Fatty, since you're here on the orders of the gods, do you have anything for me to do?"
The fat ghost jumped onto the table and said, "Madam, please come closer and listen."
Madam Chen leaned over to listen to the fat ghost's whisper, but suddenly she covered her mouth and took a deep breath, saying, "You want me to do this to the prince? The prince is so respected, how can my insignificant skills shake him?"
The Fat Ghost said, "It won't work if I rely on my wife alone, but with this thing, I will surely succeed."
The fat ghost lifted up his layered belly and took out a talisman. The handwriting on the talisman was shaped like a flying dragon and as powerful as a cunning fox. It had the names of five ghosts and gods written on it, and it looked very frightening.
Mrs. Chen couldn't tell what the names of the five ghosts were, but she couldn't wipe off the worry on her face. She kept asking, "Is it really okay? Is it okay?"
The Fat Ghost said, "Madam, don't worry. I am just asking the King of Wu to enter my dream. It is not some evil magic that can harm people."
Madam Chen's face was uncertain, and she said, "If we fail to accomplish our mission and are discovered instead..."
The fat ghost took the talisman back from her hand and said, "Madam, you may have concerns, but perhaps I shouldn't have implicated you. Madam, take care of yourself. I will return to Yue Mansion to accompany the king."
"Stop!" Madam Chen snatched the talisman, sighed, and said, "It's nothing more than death and another trip to the underworld."
The fat ghost smiled and said, "Madam, it is worth it that the king cares about you and plans a way out for you."
Madam Chen said, "I have nothing to repay the king."
The fat ghost bowed and said, "The little ghost will go first."
(End of this chapter)