Banished to Another World

Chapter 321: Reliable Shifu.

"Wait a minute." Yan Mo touched his face. "Do you want me to be your disciple?”

"Yes." The old man thought Yan Mo was overjoyed and was making sure of himself.

"I passed all your tests?”

"Yes."

"But you haven't passed my test yet."

Old man, "..."

The large space became extremely quiet.

The old man stared at the old man who was older than him, and pointed to his nose. He asked, "Do you want to test me?”

Yan Mo shrugged his shoulder. "You said you were the greatest curse in the world, Mr. Curse-Witch Zhou Wu, but you didn't even see the curse on me."

The old man patted the table angrily. "That's a curse from God. How can I see it? I am a man, not a god!"

"What if it's the curse of man? Are you sure you can see it and get rid of it?"

"Of course! There will be no one is good at curses than me in the world, The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu!”

Yan Mo has doubts in his eyes.

The old man grabbed his skirt and said fiercely, "I repeat that I am the greatest and greatest teacher curse-Witch Zhou Wu in the world. Whoever can curse like the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu can't compare with me as long as he is a human being and an intelligent creature!"

Yan Mo calmly pushed the old man's fingers apart. "I need proof. I am also a very powerful witch, which I think I have proved to you, and if you want me to become a disciple of such a powerful witch, you must prove to me that you are really better than I am.”

The old man listened to this not only did he not get angry, but let go of Yan Mo's clothes and he said proudly: "you are right, I had conditions for you, of course you can have conditions for me, I will make you be convinced, say, how do you want me to prove?”

"I have a guardian who was cursed when I fought against another Curse-Witch. Although I almost won the battle, I couldn't completely lift the curse on my guardian, and I couldn't even see it. I will take you to see him. If you can tell me what curse he has and how I can completely dissolve it, I will believe that you are stronger than me, and I will be your disciple too, and I will look to you and fulfil my filial piety.”

The old man nodded his nose and snorted, "Boy, your purpose is not to see how powerful I am, but to let me lift the curse on your guardian, right?”

“No matter what my purpose is, the result is the same. I can't casually recognize a person as Shifu, inheritance and acceptance of inheritance is a very serious matter. I will be glad if that you can lift the curse of my warrior, and I will respect you, and my people will respect you as my Shifu. If you can't, why should I worship you as a teacher?"

The old man scratched his untidy hair and suddenly asked, "What do you mean by Shifu and fulfill filial piety?”

"Do you not understand?” Yan Mo was surprised he didn’t because its just that one of his abilities can make others understand his words. Even strange words could be translated into words that could be understood directly in the brain. Why did the old man specifically ask him the meaning of these two words?

"I've never heard such a word."

"Oh, that's some of our dialects, uh, dialects are the unique language and pronunciation of a tribe or place. Although we all use common language, each tribe always has its own language habits and pronunciation, such as our pronunciation is actually different.”

"So what do you mean by Shifu and filial piety?” The old man has understood the words in his mind, but he wants Yan Mo to explain it again.

Yan Mo had to explain to him: "Shifu, is the one who teaches disciples knowledge, self-cultivation, conduct and all other inheritance, he is a person with the same status as a father or even more important than a father. And filial piety is when you are old, sick, tired, and sad and in trouble, I will take care of you, serve you, and I will help you solve the problem of your old age, not let you be alone, not let you be troubled or fight for yourself. When you return to the embrace of Mother God one day, I will accompany you until you close your eyes. I will deal with your body in accordance with your last words, and then I will pray to you whenever my family prays for the ancestors' souls’ protection. Not only me, but my followers will also serve you as their master. As long as I keep this pulse flowing, I will sacrifice you for thousands of years, and let your fame be passed on forever.”

The old man was so excited to hear that he wanted to... He jumped up again and grabbed Yan Mo's hand. "Where's your guardian? Take me to see it! I'll let you know how powerful Shifu is later, Hey Hey!"

Yan Mo blinked. "Can you tell me where we are now?”

"The Black Earth City Temple... Below." The old man blinked.

"This is the most dangerous place and the safest place?”

The old man patted his thighs. "That's a good summary! I stayed below for five years, and none of the fools found me. Come on, don't delay, and take me to see your guardian. I can't live very long. I have to teach you all the inheritance. Cough, you will fulfill your filial piety right? Will your disciples listen to me too?”

"If you were my Shifu."

"I'm sure as hell am your Shifu. No one can be your Shifu except me. Who dares to steal from me? I curse his whole family's blood!"

Shifu is mighty! Yan Mo laughed and trembled down from the table.

The old man feels heartbroken when he looks at him like this. How can he get a disciple older than him? Can this kid recover in the future?

Yan Mo was so happy that he said, "How are we going to get out of here?”

The old man jumped off the table very neatly. "The way back. Those fools were going to lock me up for only one year, and then I was moved to the third floor, and they forgot me. I could have if I wanted to go out anytime.”

At the thought of going back and crouching down for another three hours, Yan Mo's happy mood immediately discounted a little, "Then how can I get back here in the future? And climb back from the cell?”

“Fools! Of course I have another way. Come on, stop dawdling." The old man is more anxious than he is.

Through the jailer, the old man successfully sold out of his cell and left his cell of five years under the leadership of his "relatives".

It's not daybreak. It's already noon outside.

As soon as he came out of the prison, Yan Mo saw a flash of Yuan Zhan at the intersection, but in order not to attract the attention of the jailers, Yuan Zhan was not near the prison door.

Two old men helped each other to the intersection, and Yuan Zhan came to meet them.

Yan Mo is a little sorry to see this man wait until now. Its seven hours, not seven minutes he had waited.

Yuan Zhan seems to be in a strange good mood. Yan Mo can't help looking at him curiously.

The old man let go of Yan Mo's arm and looked to Yuan Zhan. "You'd better not lie to me, boy, if you let me know that you will die earlier than I did, I will..."

"I have four more disciples, the oldest is only thirteen and the youngest is only about four years old. I have chosen them carefully, and two more powerful ones are also booked in the future.”

The old man changed his words smoothly. "You haven't told me which town and which tribe are you from?”

"The Jiu Yuan."

"The Jiu Yuan? Is this a little tribe in the corner that has never heard of it!” The old man's eyes fell on the face of Yuan Zhan and his eyes narrowed.

Yan Mo deliberately did not say that Yuan Zhan was the cursed man, but spoke in a confused tone, "My people are all in Hundred-Battalion Camp."

The old man laughed. “Boy, is this your first test for Shifu? The light of this big man's soul is is drenched bloody with curse, even if the curse is not as good as my curses.”

Yan Mo wanted to ask what the light of the soul looked like and how to tell whether anyone was cursed or not, but he resisted, fearing that the old man would know that he would not curse at all and would turn around and leave immediately.

"How are we going to go back?” Yuan Zhan opened his mouth and squatted down to let Yan Mo climb on his back. There was snow on the road and it is slippery to step out. He walked faster with Mo on his back.

Yan Mo is not at all impolite. He is an old man now. It's not a shame to be carried on someone else back.

The real old man, a curse master, said that he did not envy him at all. He had very good legs and feet. He did not need to be carried by anyone at all. Moreover, he was not special because he wanted to compete with many people who thought they could carry him.

The Jiu Yuan people were relieved to see the chief and the priest return safely.

Everyone was curious about the old man who came back with them, but a few of them even if they were curios they did not open their mouths to inquire.

Yan Mo invited the old man directly into the inner room. Yuan Zhan lit torches and pools in the room so that others would not come in and disturb them. Then he closed the door.

Yan Mo took out a hide and three weaved mats and put them on the ground.

Three people sit in triangles.

"You see that he has been cursed, can you see what curse he has?” Yan Mo just sat down and asked.

"Of course." The old man looked at Yuan Zhan carefully, then pulled out a small stone jar from his arms and let Yuan Zhan drop a drop of blood from the middle fingertip of his left hand into it.

Yan Mo flashed over the idea of "Would it be a trap to get Yuan Zhan's blood" and then laughed at his idea.

Once bitten by a snake, he became afraid of a rope. If he really wanted to get Yuan Zhan's blood, he could be hurt by challenging him. A little blood on his weapon would be enough.

Yan Mo watched Yuan Zhan pull out his bone dagger and he wanted to scratch it on his finger. Yan Mo slapped open his hand, pulled out a golden needle, grabbed his finger and poked it, squeezing a drop of blood into the stone jar.

There is a transparent liquid in the stone jar. Yuan Zhan's blood was dyed immediately when it dropped in. At first, it was normal red. The old man stretches his finger and stirs it inside. The water in the stone jar turns into a terrifying dark red.

Yan Mo didn't know whether it was his illusion or the light. He saw dozens of dark shadows revolving around the middle red dot in the heavy black-red liquid.

"It's a tremendous power of the soul curse. The cursing witch has sacrificed at least 300 slaves to death, and the curse has at least 6th or 7th rank cursed soul of a High Priest. The curse is so strong that it goes deep into every part of your body.” The old man raised his head. "Did the curser had your blood on his hand? Or were you stained with the blood of the cursing person?"

"The latter."

"Both the former and the latter are troublesome. Wucheng witches and priests like to roughly divide the curse into two categories, one is rootless curse, and the other is a cursewith a root. Rootless curse is usually the ones in which the cursing witch has no medium. Rootless curse can take root in the cursed through some part of the body of the cursed and the cursed. The one which you were cursed with is a root curse."

Yan Mo frowned. "Is it hard to solve?”

"It depends on who is the cursing witch." Again, the old man put his finger in the liquid, stirred it, pulled it out and stuffed it into his mouth.

Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo watched the old man together.

The old man closed his eyes and seemed to be tasting something. After a while, he pulled out his fingers and slowly began to talk in his mouth: "Hate... Death... Killing... Crazy... Originally, the curse of maniacal killing was imbedded in the blood curse, generally only when the cursed have powerful abilities, can destroy a tribe, a city or even more, and this curse can make the cursed gradually lose their mind in killing. This familiar technique... Hey Hey!”

Suddenly the old man smiled and opened his eyes. "It's Quipa that cursed you. If you haven't been to Wucheng-City of Witches, the last person to compete with you was the Gaogang City's Priest?”

Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan were on guard at the same time. Yan Mo can still fake a smile on his face. "Yes, that's him. Do you know him?”

"You said you won against him?”

"It was a tie, but the guard of the priest has become a living dead, and my warrior is still alive."

The old man complained, "Forget it, you weren't my disciple at that time. It's not surprising that you didn't win against the fool completely. Next time you have to beat him completely. Remember, as my disciple, you must not lose to Quipa!”

"Quipa is?”

"One of Wucheng- City of Witches Temple’s Priests, I hate that person."

It turned out to be an enemy for his future Shifu, which is really great!

The old man squinted. “Quipa is weaker than me, but it's not a good curse asme at cursing. His heart is smaller than the chicken's eye on my feet. People in taught by him are stupid, bad and careful. Even if you don't defeat Gaogang's kid thoroughly this time, he'll remember to hate you all his life. This curse for your warriors is proof. Eh? Wait, this curse will consume all the power of the curse's soul. The Gaogang priest is dead?”

Neither Yan Mo nor Yuan Zhan openly admitted it.

Old man didn't need them to admit, "If you die, you'll be in trouble. When you break a root curse, you need a medium for curse. Here you need the blood of Gaogang Temple's babies, but also the blood of activating blood." Click!”

"Without the blood of the Gaogang Temple’s Priest, can't we lift this curse?” Yan Mo was disappointed.

The old man laughed and said, "Don't be silly. Any curse can be lifted. It's just the difference between simplicity of it and troubles for doing it."

Yan Mo's spirit was shocked, Yuan Zhan's face was flat, as if the two men talk had nothing to do with him.

"Let's start with my speculation, right?Did he fall under the maniacal killing of the blood curse?” The old man asked proudly.

"You're only half right."

"What? No way!"

"I don't need to deceive you on this."

Old man, "So the curse contents. What else I missed, you say!"

Yuan Zhan, the litigant, remembered most clearly so he answered instead of Yan Mo answering, "Gaogang’s Priest cursed me not only to losing my mind in the killing, but also for killing all of my people, and finally I will be betrayed and die in the hands of my beloved, and my soul could not return to Mother God."

The old man curled his lips. “When you become a homicidal maniac, you will naturally be betrayed by your people and your loved ones, and only the closest and the people who you are least alert with can get close to you and kill you. As for whether you can return to the embrace of Mother God, you are dead, who cares if you are taken away or abandoned by Mother God?”

Yuan Zhan's tense body loosened invisibly. "You mean the cursing witch can only curse me for losing my mind in killing, but what happens behind it depends on the possible consequences of me becoming a maniacal killer, not that what he said is what's bound to happen?”

"If you really become a homicidal maniac, you ask your witch, will he kill you to save the whole tribe? So it wasn’t wrong to say the latter part of the curse will come true.”

Yan Mo took a deep breath. "Da-Ren, I don't know what to call you yet?”

The old man stared. " Call me Shifu!"

"You haven't lifted the curse on A-Zhan yet."

The old man thumped, "It's not that I can't solve the curse, but that it takes time. You've killed the Gaogang City’s Priest the one who cursed you. There are only two ways to get rid of the curse completely. First, we should find out all the bones of Gaogang's priest and the 300 slaves he killed, soothe or suppress or eliminate their spiritual power with more powerful spiritual power than theirs combined, then burn their bones into ashes and sprinkle their ashes into flowing water. Finally, we can use their eyebrow ashes and herbs to make the cursed person take them over, so that the curse can be lifted.”

Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan knew it was not feasible.

Gaogang’s Priest's body has been burned to ashes and is now mixed with other Gaogang people. The 300 slave bones that were sacrificed to death could not be obtained. Who knows how the Gaogang City handled the bones of the 300 slaves, even if they could be found, it would take too much time.

Yan Mo had to ask, "What's the second way?”

"The second way is not so troublesome. Quipa is a stupid, careful witch. He keeps all his disciples’ bloods somewhere in order to control his disciples. These bloods are stored in secret place. Even if the disciples die, their blood will not die. So if you can get Gaogang's blood from Quipa, the curse is not hard to solve. As long as that active blood is used to make dolls to imitate Gaogang priest body and we can let the doll them take back his curses, the dolls will be eaten back like the cursers themselves, and finally destroy the dolls.”

The old man laughed, "The reason for the trouble is that I don’t know where Quipa has hidden the blood."

Yan Mo muffled his forehead. "Doesn't that mean we're going to Wucheng-City of Witches?”

"As a disciple of mine, you must also come back with me to Wucheng-City of Witches. If you are anxious to lift the curse on your warriors, we can leave tomorrow."

"No." Yan Mo could not be angry with the old man, he went on explaining, "We have to participate in this selection for the tribe."

The old man laughed, waved, and said, "You have become my disciple. With my consent, your tribe will become a tribe affiliated to Wucheng-City of Witches. Why fight for another tribe affiliated to the city of intermediate level?”

"We want to go to Tucheng-Earth City, which is listed with Wucheng-City of Witches as one of the Nine Great Cities."

"Is Tucheng-Earth City better than Wucheng-City of Witches?” The old man was unhappy.

Yan Mo was forced to believe in the old man, and naturally he could not tell them the real purpose of going to Tucheng-Earth City, but how would they explain that they are trying to go after a Godblood Stone?

Yuan Zhan shook Yan Mo's hand and said calmly but firmly to the old man, "I have a reason to go to Tucheng-Earth City." action

The old man was scratching his head and scratching his hair. "What do you do want to do in Tucheng-Earth City? How long will it take? You fool, you must learn my curse to be my disciple, but I shall soon die. I do not have much time to wait for you!”

Yan Mo grabbed the old man's arm. "Shifu! I have already felt your greatness and strength. I would like to be your disciple. Look, A-Zhan's curse..."

The old man immediately smiled and said, "Well, I will wait till you've been to Tucheng-Earth City and then we will go to Wucheng-City of Witches. I'll follow you on the way. You see if someone annoys you. Shifu, will help you curse him!"

"Will the curse affect A-Zhan if it lasts too long?”

"What are you afraid of when I am there? I can't solve it completely. I can suppress it. It's just one of the way to teach you how to solve it. However, this kid has a strange huge energy, I cannot say whether it is good or bad. In the future, this kid had better suppress his ability so he does not to see blood casually, let alone killings.”

The author has something to say: the word "media" has been officially recorded for the first time in Tang Dynasty, but it can't be found here for a while, so it should be used first.

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