Chapter 422: The Daoist’s Friend
The night mountain path was terrifying. No light pierced the forest, only a sliver of moonlight squeezed through gaps in the trees and landed on his skin. It felt like the sky had flipped, the stars now upon the earth.
The sound of insects chirped in the woods, mingled with rustling noises. Chen Changsheng arrived beneath the gate of Zhenlong Mountain.
The gate of Zhenlong Mountain was less imposing than in past years. Too much time had passed, and even the stone tablet at the mountain’s base showed signs of weathering and erosion.
Chen Changsheng ascended the mountain, passed the Taoist Temple, and reached the burial ground on the hill.
It was worth mentioning that spirit coins were scattered over the graves. A glance told him they were placed recently.
Besides that, a fresh grave sat next to Old Huang’s. Whose it was, he didn’t know.
Chen Changsheng had no time for that. He went to Old Huang’s grave, opened his liquor jug, took a sip himself, then poured the rest before the tombstone.
Chen Changsheng said, “I’m not cheap, nor did I forget to bring incense. I wanted to offer you three sticks, truly. But I could only bring liquor this time. Rough it with this.”
Chen Changsheng found it strange. He was never one to talk to graves, for he knew well that the dead cannot hear.