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This matter was related to the recent relocation of the Fated Caller's family ancestral graves.
Those grave mounds were all ancient, their tombstones so faded that the names were blurred. If it weren't for an elder leading the way, the Fated Caller truly wouldn't have recognized his ancestors' names.
Because the graves were built very early and occupied a relatively good geomantic location, such an area was not easily claimed. And it just so happened to encounter a policy rectification.
Therefore, when the Fated Caller's family received the notice for grave relocation, his whole family was incredibly distraught. To relocate ancestral graves, to put it bluntly, was a grave offense against one's ancestors.
But with the policy pressuring them, it was impossible not to comply. Perhaps to compensate, the government allocated several public cemetery slots.
Seeing things had come to this, the Fated Caller's family could only brace themselves and make arrangements. And just the day before the relocation, the Fated Caller had a vivid dream.
"In the dream, a large, mottled snake entered my dream. It said it was a long-spirit cultivating by borrowing my ancestors' grave, and that its wife had just given birth to young and couldn't move."
"It begged me to let us postpone the grave relocation by half a month, promising it would take its wife and children and leave. I... I thought it was just a dream at the time, and found it quite interesting, so I agreed."
And the result, well, looking at the Fated Caller's ghostly appearance now, one knew without even needing to ask that he must have completely forgotten it upon waking.
Yao Yao said, "You forgot about this?"
The Fated Caller nodded upon hearing this, then shook his head, a gesture that left everyone somewhat confused.
Nodding, then shaking his head—what did that mean? They couldn't understand at all.
The Fated Caller saw the confusion in the Master's eyes, and a blush involuntarily flashed across his fatigued face.
He slowly said, "It's not exactly that I forgot, but I stayed up very late that night, and the long-spirit snake must have entered my dream just as dawn was breaking."
"Then, I overslept the next day, and by the time I woke up, my parents had already finished relocating the graves and were back."
At the dinner table, they even talked about the grave relocation.
It turned out that because the ancestors' graves were so old, a nest of snakes had taken up residence in the tomb without anyone knowing. They hadn't noticed when they were digging, and a hoe accidentally smashed into the snake's nest.
They should have dug up snake eggs, but the mother snake, at the last moment, used her body to protect the eggs, taking the blow from the hoe herself.
It was unclear if it was coincidence, but the blow landed precisely on the mother snake's vital spot, ending its life instantly.
The Fated Caller and his family didn't know the situation inside. Only when blood flowed out did they realize something was wrong. When they cautiously dug further, they saw a large, mottled snake, about the thickness of a baby's arm, dead in the grave, with several translucent snake eggs coiled beneath it.
This terrified the Fated Caller's parents. They knew that when relocating ancestral graves, the greatest taboo was encountering bloodshed.
Now that the taboo was broken, and the other party was a Long Immortal, one of the Five Immortals, the Fated Caller's parents felt a great disaster was imminent.
When the Fated Caller heard his parents' worries, his head instantly exploded. He clearly remembered the dream he had.
Because he couldn't even swallow his food, his parents saw the change in his expression and couldn't help but ask about it.
The Fated Caller bit the bullet and recounted the incident. His father couldn't help but give him a harsh beating.
"I told you not to stay up late, but you wouldn't listen. Now you've caused such a disaster, you're truly going to be the death of me."
One must know that if that Long Immortal could send dreams, it must have cultivated its Dao.
Its dream message was undoubtedly seeking time for a resolution, which was very polite.
And originally, it wouldn't have been difficult to resolve, but his son's delay, coupled with the fact that his son had inadvertently killed its wife, meant they had now forged a mortal enmity.
Fearing that something would happen to his son, the Fated Caller's father sought out the spiritual medium in town and begged for a life-preserving talisman.
Although it saved his life, the spiritual medium's cultivation wasn't profound enough to contend with the Long Immortal. He himself suffered torment every night.
The Fated Caller sighed and said, "This truly is my fault. I don't ask the Master to deal with the aftermath for me; I only ask the Master to help me talk to that Long Immortal and see if it can give me a chance to atone for my mistake."
That spiritual medium had tried as well, but unfortunately, the other party simply ignored him.
The Fated Caller was so anxious that his mouth was covered in blisters, and his head was almost balding from worry. He hadn't expected to suddenly stumble upon such luck, actually making it through the lottery of a million-viewer live stream.
With the Master's abilities, she should be able to invite the Long Immortal for a talk.
Yao Yao saw the latter's hopeful gaze and paused, then nodded, "You can!"
Actually, if the other party had asked her to help him get rid of that Long Immortal, she wouldn't have agreed. Because, according to the Fated Caller's account, he was the one who caused the disaster.
The Xuanmen emphasizes karma. If one knows that the fault does not lie with the other party, yet still seeks to harm or kill them, Yao Yao simply couldn't do such a thing.
But if that Long Immortal harmed people, she couldn't stand idly by either. So, even if the latter didn't speak, she would still help.
"Thank you, Master, thank you!" The Fated Caller's strained emotions relaxed upon hearing this.
As long as they could sit down and talk, whatever the outcome, he would accept it.
"Master, when shall we begin? Do I need to prepare anything?"
The Fated Caller was a bit restless. After all, this matter was a ticking time bomb hanging over him. Adhering to the idea of "the sooner the death, the sooner the liberation," his eyes were full of urgency.
He didn't know the Long Immortal's hiding place, nor did he know how the Master would summon it, so he hurriedly asked about preparations.
However, the Master's next words almost made him jump out of his skin.
"Big brother, you don't need to prepare anything, because the Long Immortal you offended is right here in your room."
Yao Yao spoke in a clear, crisp voice. Her gaze at this moment passed over the Fated Caller and landed on the wardrobe behind him.
Upon the wardrobe, a large snake, as thick as an adult's arm, was coiled. Its body was enveloped in wisps of white mist, completely concealing its form.
As if sensing the gaze, a pair of dull yellow snake eyes turned to look back.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss~"
It was clear that it had heard all of Yao Yao's conversation with the Fated Caller. However, its attitude was also very direct: refusal. Its scarlet forked tongue made a series of piercing sounds.
Yao Yao wasn't angered by this. She said in a soft, childish voice, "Although it's true that Big Brother was at fault first, I won't strike at you. But if you truly kill him, you'll break the killing precept."
"Due to the heavenly laws, I would also have to erase your cultivation. Have you truly thought this through?"
It was more difficult for animals to cultivate into spirits than for cultivators to enter the Dao. This was because they were born without sentience; it was already very difficult for them to awaken their spiritual intelligence, let alone embark on cultivation and truly cultivate their Dao.
This process could take decades of struggle.
Yao Yao did not want the other party's efforts to be in vain, which was why she offered this persuasion now.
And once a spirit harms a person, even if she didn't intervene, it would be burdened by blood debt and would be pursued and hunted down by other Xuanmen cultivators.
The Fated Caller watched the Master talking to herself, but in reality, negotiating with the Long Immortal, and he completely froze.
At this moment, he didn't even dare to breathe heavily, because his fate hung in the balance in the next instant.
Cold sweat involuntarily seeped from his palms. But the outcome seemed to be in his favor, for a smile bloomed on the Master's chubby little face.
"It agreed to talk with you!"
The next moment, a voice as sweet as heavenly music rang in his ears.
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