The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine Chapter 899

Chapter 899: Chapter 899: The Beheaded People Chapter 899: Chapter 899: The Beheaded People “Uh…” Meng Jingling looked at Huang Xiaolong with some bewilderment. She hadn't expected that her parents would seek someone to treat her illness, and in the end, it turned into an act of taking on a disciple!

However, seeing that Huang Xiaolong had clear and tranquil eyes and an ethereal demeanor, even emitting a presence that seemed deeper and more unfathomable than Ming Kuan's, Meng Jingling subconsciously developed an indescribable trust in Huang Xiaolong.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Meng Jiansheng and his wife exchanged looks and nodded at each other.

“Jingling, aren't you going to pay respects to your master?” Meng Jiansheng hurriedly said.

The reason why they agreed was based on the attitude of Ming Kuan.

In Fozhou City, Ming Kuan was practically revered like a living immortal, respected and sought after as a leading figure in high society!

Since Ming Kuan himself was eager to pay homage to Huang Xiaolong as his master, it was enough to demonstrate how significant a figure Huang Xiaolong was.

Having such a backer for their daughter Jingling would certainly make any path she took in the future much smoother.

Besides, wasn't Jingling's illness still hoping for Huang Xiaolong's treatment?

With no further objections, Meng Jingling bowed deeply to Huang Xiaolong. “Master, your disciple Jingling pays respects to you.”

“Good, very good,” Huang Xiaolong smiled. “We're all modern people, so let's not bother with those ancient and complicated formalities. From today onwards, you are my disciple. I will help you with your illness. In the future, I will also take care of you. Hmm… You should go back to your room and sleep now.”

Go back to sleep?

“Master, aren't you going to check on Jingling's condition now?” Meng Jiansheng asked, puzzled.

Huang Xiaolong gave a smile that was not quite a smile. “First go back to your room and sleep.”

“Oh, alright, Master, I got it,” said Meng Jingling obediently, nodding to Huang Xiaolong before going upstairs to her room.

After watching Meng Jingling head back to her room, Huang Xiaolong chuckled and said, “Don't worry, before I cure my disciple's illness, I'm not going anywhere… wait.”

“Wait? Master, do you mean that you will treat Jingling tonight?” Ming Kuan asked.

“Yes, I must wait until she falls asleep; only then can I treat her,” Huang Xiaolong said with a mysterious smile.

“Ah? Master, what on earth is this strange illness? Why… Why does she have to be asleep to be treated?” Meng Jiansheng's wife asked with an expression of concerned confusion.

“Don't ask too much, just know that later, when I'm treating my disciple, I will let you witness it with your own eyes,” Huang Xiaolong replied with a smile.

Thus, the group waited in the living room, chatting and waiting.

Truth be told, Ming Kuan felt some jealousy and harbored lingering thoughts about Huang Xiaolong taking Meng Jingling as his disciple. Eventually, he couldn't help but grumble to Huang Xiaolong, “Master… taking Jingling as your disciple, I… I… must admit, I'm quite envious.”

Upon hearing this, Meng Jiansheng and his wife couldn't help but laugh.

Ming Kuan said awkwardly, “Master, Jingling is indeed smart, but she doesn't necessarily have the talent or aptitude for cultivating the Dao. Even if she has it, I'm afraid she is not at my level… Yet, you seem dismissive of me, Master. This… This seems to be showing partiality.”

“Hm. I understand what you mean,” Huang Xiaolong said, with his legs crossed and an air of nonchalance. “You're somewhat mistaken. In choosing my disciples, I don't look at their aptitude.”

“At affinity?” guessed Meng Jiansheng.

“It's neither that. This time, the exception is because…” Huang Xiaolong suddenly lowered his voice, as if speaking to himself. “Meng Jingling might be the only one left in the world, completely unique… even more precious than a giant panda. I couldn't help but be pleased with the hunt…”

After saying this, Huang Xiaolong stood up. “Follow me.”

No one dared to delay and they also carefully stood up.

Huang Xiaolong led them upstairs with light steps to the door of a bedroom.

This was Meng Jingling's boudoir.

“Now we'll go in, but don't turn on the lights or speak loudly. If you see anything hard to believe, make sure not to cause a commotion, understand?” Huang Xiaolong warned.

After a pause, Huang Xiaolong added coldly, “If you make noise and disrupt me while I'm treating my disciple, then her illness will never be cured.”

Hearing this, Meng Jiansheng and his wife, along with Ming Kuan, all nodded earnestly, promising that no matter what they saw, they wouldn't overreact.

Huang Xiaolong nodded and then turned the doorknob to enter the bedroom.

Inside the room.

Utterly tranquil.

This was a small bedroom, with the lights out. Meng Jingling lay asleep in bed, her breathing even and steady–she must have fallen asleep.

She hadn't closed the window and the faint, hazy moonlight spilled inside, casting a gossamer veil over the bedroom.

Huang Xiaolong and the others entered the bedroom and closed the door behind them.

Next, Huang Xiaolong took out several incense sticks, recited the Fire Bell Charm, and sacred flames spread out, brightly illuminating the room.

Only then could they see clearly that Meng Jingling was lying on her back, sleeping soundly.

There seemed to be nothing amiss.

But at that moment–
Something eerie, something terrifying happened!

Whoosh~~~!

Meng Jingling's head on the bed unexpectedly detached from her body and flew up!

How strange and horrifying was this situation!

A person's head had separated from her neck and body!

Although Huang Xiaolong had forewarned them, faced with this sudden spectacle, Meng Jiansheng and his wife, as well as Ming Kuan, felt their hearts leap out of their chests, their mouths agape, about to let out terrified screams.

Huang Xiaolong frowned slightly, extended a hand, and a breeze of True Qi sealed their mute points, temporarily preventing them from making a sound.

“No shouting,” Huang Xiaolong said softly.

Only then did Meng Jiansheng and the others react, recalling Huang Xiaolong's earlier words, and instinctively covered their mouths tightly!

Looking again, Meng Jingling's head, though it had flown up, still had a facial expression like she was deep in sleep, peaceful and endearingly naive.

She didn't look dead.

Her body also moved slightly with the beating of her heart.

Which meant that her head had flown up, but she was not dead.

Before they knew it, Meng Jingling's ears began to flap like wings, and then, with a whoosh, flew out the window.

This petrified Meng Jiansheng and his wife; they collapsed to the floor as if they had seen a ghost.

In their minds rose a horrifying thought–“Could it be that the daughter we've raised for over a decade is a monster or ghost?”

No sooner had Meng Jingling's head flown out than Huang Xiaolong took out a talisman and threw it out the window, commanding, “Come back!”

Soon, Meng Jingling's head seemed to circle in the night sky outside before flying back with a talisman stuck to her forehead.

The head reattached itself to the neck.

And she continued sleeping.

Soft snores began to fill the room.

As if nothing had happened at all!

“I will now unseal your mute points. Don't make a fuss and listen to me,” said Huang Xiaolong.

Meng Jiansheng and his wife, along with Ming Kuan, nodded their heads in shock and terror.

He unsealed their points.

“Huff~ Huff~~ Huff~~~~” Meng Jiansheng and his wife gasped for air.

Huang Xiaolong smiled. “My disciple is not a monster, and you don't have to worry about that. She's not a ghost either. She's human.”

After pausing, Huang Xiaolong continued, “In the Three Kingdoms period, the Wu State general Zhu Huan had a servant girl who would fly away each night after others were asleep. She entered and exited through dog holes and skylights, using her ears as wings. As dawn approached, her head would fly back. When the people around her noticed something was amiss, they lighted a lamp in the night to observe the servant girl, finding only her body without a head, barely breathing. They covered her body with a blanket. When dawn came, her head returned, but because the body was covered by the blanket, it couldn't reattach and fell to the ground. The head sighed deeply in distress while the body's breathing became very rapid, as if on the verge of death. Then the people removed the blanket, the head flew up, reattached to the neck, and soon all was calm. Zhu Huan, thinking the servant was a monster, was too scared to keep her any longer and let her go.”

“Actually, Zhu Huan's servant girl was not a monster or ghost; she belonged to a special, rare species called the 'Detachable Head Tribe.' It is said that when the Wu State army was campaigning in the south, they encountered the tribe of the Detachable Head Tribe and fought them. Defeated again and again, they later attacked at night, while the Detachable Head Tribe members' heads were away, entering their tents and covering their necks with bronze dishes, preventing the heads from reattaching, leading to their death,” Huang Xiaolong explained.

“In 'The Collection of Forgotten Tales,' 'The Record of Creatures,' 'The Miscellaneous Records of the Ghost Kingdom,' and 'In Search of the Supernatural,' the Luo Tuo Min are described as a kind of monster, also called 'flying head fiends.' They are known as 'flying heads' in the night parade of a hundred demons, a monstrous tribe from the south whose heads can fly out of their bodies. However, this description is incorrect. The Luo Tuo Min is a rare human race.”

“It's just that this peculiar race was practically wiped out during the Three Kingdoms period. I never expected that my disciple, Jingling, would be a descendant of the Luo Tuo Min.”

After listening to Huang Xiaolong's recounting of the affairs, knowing that Jingling was not a monster, Meng Jiansheng and his wife, as well as Ming Kuan, all heaved sighs of relief.

“My disciple herself is unaware that she is from the Luo Tuo Min, for when her head flies out while she is sleeping at night, she is unconscious. In fact, this is very dangerous; if her head were to inadvertently encounter some strange bird or other, destroying her head, she would die.” Huang Xiaolong laughed. “It's lucky that my disciple has not died accidentally over the years. As for why she has been as frail as Lin Daiyu since childhood, it is because her head often leaves her body!”

Meng Jiansheng and the others suddenly realized the truth upon hearing this.

“Master, what should we do now? How can we save Jingling?” Meng Jiansheng asked anxiously.

“The first method is the simplest, that is, I use talismans to seal the bloodline traits of the Luo Tuo Min within her body. This way, she can become an ordinary person, her head no longer departing from the body. She just needs to eat more nourishment, and she will be fine. But by doing this, she would be transformed from the unique 'Luo Tuo Min' into an ordinary person among the masses, which would be a bit of a waste of her potential.”

Huang Xiaolong laughed. “The reason I took her as my disciple is because there are plenty of two-legged people in the world, but an orphan of the Luo Tuo Min who can send her head flying out might just be her alone.”

“I see, I see,” Ming Kuan repeated with understanding.

“The Luo Tuo Min tribe has some cultivation techniques that I happen to know about, which are tailor-made for my disciple, Jingling. It would be a pity not to teach her.” Huang Xiaolong continued. “Besides, I also know some sorcery, some special Daoist techniques, that are most suitable for the Luo Tuo Min to cultivate. In a short time, I can turn Jingling into a very powerful being, which is another reason I took her as my disciple.”

As it turned out, Huang Xiaolong had chanced upon an exceptionally rare Luo Tuo Min and did not want to waste such a talent, which was why he took Meng Jingling as his disciple.

“Alright, I'm off. I've placed a talisman on Jingling's head, so her head won't fly out for the time being. Tomorrow, I will come again to awaken her completely, and then teach her the techniques.” Huang Xiaolong smiled, then turned and left.

Meng Jiansheng and his wife respectfully saw Huang Xiaolong and Ming Kuan out.

In the Bentley.

“Master, this time, I've really opened my eyes.” Ming Kuan sighed repeatedly. “Who would have thought that Old Meng's adopted daughter Jingling would actually be a Luo Tuo Min.”

“Heh, the Luo Tuo Min tribe is quite formidable; otherwise, the army of Wu State wouldn't have suffered such a heavy loss to them. Once I pass down the ultimate teachings of the Luo Tuo Min to Jingling, and teach her sorcery, curses, witchcraft, and Daoist techniques, her future accomplishments will surely be great. She won't be weaker than an average Ghost King and could even wrestle with monsters,” Huang Xiaolong said.

Ming Kuan gasped in amazement. “Congratulations, Master, on finding such a talented and beautiful disciple.”

“Mm~~ Remember to take me to Empty Mountain Monastery tomorrow.” Huang Xiaolong smiled.

“Yes, yes, Master, I've got it,” Ming Kuan replied eagerly.

Huang Xiaolong returned to the hotel.

Qingqing had long since curled up and fallen asleep in the living room.

In one of the bedrooms, the light was still on.

When Huang Xiaolong pushed the bedroom door open, he saw Feng Hanyan in her pajamas, sitting on the bed and reading a book under the bedside lamp. She seemed to be indeed waiting for Huang Xiaolong to return.

“Tsk tsk, Huaxia's number one beauty from the ancient martial family, is the bed warm?” Huang Xiaolong chuckled.

Seeing Huang Xiaolong return, Feng Hanyan's heart fluttered with surprise, nervousness, and anticipation. “Mmm~~”
Huang Xiaolong wasted no time taking a bath, jumping into bed, and making Feng Hanyan his woman.

This number one beauty from the ancient martial family, a celestial being in appearance, was just like any ordinary girl in bed, endlessly infatuated with Huang Xiaolong, totally compliant, and pouring out her profound love like the ocean depths.

Early the next morning, Ming Kuan alone drove an SUV to the hotel to pick up Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong got into the car with Qingqing and Feng Hanyan.

“Master, Empty Mountain Monastery is located in the suburbs of Fozhou City, in a deep mountain and old forest that is yet to be developed. After we enter the mountain, the road becomes difficult to navigate, and we will have to abandon the car and proceed on foot,” Ming Kuan, the local serpent of Fozhou City, informed knowledgeably.

“Mm,” Huang Xiaolong responded succinctly.

Ming Kuan then drove toward Empty Mountain Monastery.

Along the way, Huang Xiaolong also rolled down the window and looked around.

After a night of the Thousand Souls Flag's slaughter, the rampant ghosts in Fozhou City had mostly fled or died, with many being directly devoured and refined by the Thousand Souls Flag, thus bringing the yin and yang order of the entire Fozhou City under excellent control.

'I need to hurry and kill that Monk Ghost King at Empty Mountain Monastery and then head to Shanghai,' Huang Xiaolong thought to himself.

The time for the ghosts to hold their grand conference was drawing nearer.

'I wonder how my little wife and the people from the Metaphysical Society are doing with their ghost busting by now.'
Around noon, the car arrived at the vast mountains' border.

There was only a small town beyond the mountains.

Ming Kuan found an inn in the town and parked the car.

Everyone hastily ate lunch and then set off on foot into the mountain trails.

The mountainous path was difficult to navigate, but for Huang Xiaolong and the others, it was just a casual stroll and chat.

After walking for quite some time, suddenly, a village appeared up ahead.

Behind this village, there was a hill.

One could vaguely make out an ancient temple perched atop the hill.

The temple's red walls and grey tiles loomed in the forest outside, where birds occasionally took flight.

Upon closer inspection, all of the birds perched in the treetops were crows! Red-eyed crows!

The entire temple felt ghostly and ominous, almost like it was a part of the netherworld!

“Master, that's Kongshan Temple,” said Ming Kuan cautiously. “It looks really sinister. I visited many years ago, but… my mana was weak, and I didn't notice anything strange. Also, Master, why is there a village at the foot of the mountain? I remember it being deserted when I came last time. Where did this village come from?”

Ming Kuan was very puzzled.

Huang Xiaolong observed the village closely.

Smoke curled from chimneys, and paths crisscrossed the fields.

From afar, one could hear the sounds of women scolding, children playing, and villagers singing folk songs within the village…

The entire village was vibrant and gave off a very happy feeling.

Travelers from far away who passed by such a village would surely relax completely, feeling an overwhelming sense of fatigue and a strong desire to rest and stay overnight in the village.

“Something's not right,” Qingqing, being a demon with a strong seventh sense, sniffed the air. “Really not right.”

“Hehe~~” Huang Xiaolong chuckled.

His eyes shone brightly, and upon another look, the peaceful village had transformed into a bloody, terrifying burial ground!

There were wild graves without tombstones standing everywhere.

Coffins were also piled up haphazardly.

The charred ground was littered with chilling white bones, skulls, and skeletons.

“It seems that all this is the work of that ghost king monk's illusion,” Huang Xiaolong smiled again and looked at Ming Kuan beside him. “Ming Kuan's Daoist skills are mediocre at best, but even he was deceived by this illusion. That monk ghost king truly is an impressive fellow…”

Not only had the illusion fooled Ming Kuan and Feng Hanyan, but even Qingqing, who was a demon, could only sense that something was off but could not see through the village's illusion.

Boom~~~~!

Just then, a deep and muffled bell sounded from Kongshan Temple halfway up the hillside. The bell echoed through the mountains, and a flock of red-eyed crows flew up from the treetops, cawing as if they were sounding a death knell.

The atmosphere became gloomy and hair-raising.

“Let's check out that village first,” said Huang Xiaolong, without revealing the truth and with a cheerful tone.

The group moved towards the village up ahead.

Or rather–the chaotic burial grounds!

Chapter end

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