The ultimate master in the city

Chapter 99 Painting Battle, Matchmaker, and Maid

The Wang family had readily available glass mirrors and large steel needles, and candles were available in the shops outside. After preparing everything quickly, Zhou Fengchen dismissed the idlers, leaving only the old lady and her family of five.

"Watch my signals later. No matter what happens, don't ask any questions or make any noise, understand?" Zhou Fengchen solemnly instructed.

The old lady and her family nodded quickly, "We understand, Master."

Zhou Fengchen removed the talisman, opened the bedroom door, turned off the light, and gestured for the family to come in. Once everyone was inside, he closed the door again.

The room was pitch black, with only the middle-aged man on the bed chuckling and making silly noises that sent chills down one's spine.

Zhou Fengchen lit nine candles around the bed, and the room was lit again. Then he had Mr. Wang's eldest daughter and son kneel on either side of the bed and hold Mr. Wang's hands.

This is called calming the soul.

Then they had the old lady and the middle-aged woman sit on the stools at the head of the bed, holding their grandson.

This is called guarding the hall.

Next, Zhou Fengchen pasted six talismans around the glass mirror and hung them on the wall directly opposite the ancient painting.

After finishing, he coughed lightly and walked towards the ancient painting, staring at it. The lower half of the painting depicted a calm, still lake with lotus flowers floating on its surface. The upper half showed a small hill covered in blooming flowers and verdant pines and cypresses. In the woods, there was a thatched cottage and a small pavilion. In the pavilion sat a woman drinking tea and admiring the scenery. This woman had her hair tied up in a high bun, with delicate features and a captivating charm, especially her eyes, which seemed to be fixed on you intently.

Zhou Fengchen smiled, formed hand seals that kept changing on the surface of the painting, and then suddenly struck the mirror, as if pulling something out.

A magical scene unfolded: a blur appeared in the mirror opposite, like watching a TV drama, and a picture slowly emerged.

"suck--"

The old lady and her family gasped, their faces turning pale as they stared intently at the mirror.

The scene in the mirror was similar to that in the ancient painting: a mountain with a small pavilion on it, except that two people were sitting in the pavilion.

Mr. Wang, who was lying on the bed, was sitting on a stone bench in the pavilion, dressed in ancient clothes, eating snacks while watching the woman opposite him play the zither.

The woman had a sharp face and a rosy complexion. She was pretty, but somehow she also had a sinister air about her. At that moment, she was playing the piano while exchanging flirtatious glances with Mr. Wang.

Outside the mirror, Zhou Fengchen snapped his fingers, and with a "ding," ethereal music came from inside.

The old lady and her family stared wide-eyed, not daring to blink or even breathe.

In the mirror, the woman played the piano for about five minutes, then stopped. Mr. Wang immediately clapped enthusiastically, "Red Lady, you played so beautifully!"

"Sir, you jest. It's quite crude and not worth praising!" The lady blushed slightly and lowered her head shyly.

Mr. Wang paused for a moment, then glanced at the sky with feigned concern, and said, "Miss Hong, it's getting late. Let's go back, have some dinner, and then... rest!"

Hong Niangzi blushed even more, and said in a soft voice, "Whatever you say."

The two walked hand in hand out of the pavilion and slowly followed the mountain path to the thatched cottage, where a maid had already prepared the meal.

Upon seeing them return, the maidservant bowed and greeted them: "Madam Hong, Master Wang!"

"Don't be shy, Xiao Lan! Come, come, let's eat together!" Mr. Wang pulled Hong Niangzi with one hand and the maid with the other, and they sat down at the table together.

Outside the mirror, Zhou Fengchen rubbed his nose and looked at the bed. This bastard is no good either, too slutty.

The Wang family was completely bewildered. This bizarre scene was beyond their comprehension. They looked at Zhou Fengchen blankly, not daring to speak.

Zhou Fengchen whispered, "Let's wait a little longer. Even on the execution ground, we'll have to eat our last meal, won't we?"

Twenty minutes passed as they waited. The three people in the mirror finished their meal and cleaned up the dishes together. Then, Hong Niangzi led Mr. Wang into the bedroom, while the little maid hid under the window, covering her mouth and giggling.

Soon the two people in the bedroom began to undress, and it was easy to guess what they were about to do.

Zhou Fengchen felt it was time. He sneered and shouted at the mirror, "You beast! Your death is near!"

Hong Niangzi paused in her act of undressing, looked up, and her expression changed. The maid outside the window looked terrified and trembled.

Only Mr. Wang blinked curiously, looked around, and asked, "Whose voice is that?"

Hong Niangzi ignored him, ran out of the house, two short swords in her hand, looked up at the sky, and said through gritted teeth, "What kind of evil sorcerer is meddling in my affairs?"

The little girl, suppressing her fear, ran to Hong Niangzi's side, holding a long sword in her hand.

Zhou Fengchen found it amusing and spouted nonsense: "Yan Chixia! Why aren't you kneeling down?"

Hong Niangzi's expression changed drastically: "Hero Yan! You were a paragon of chivalry in life, but many years after your death you have long since cultivated the path of the ghost. We are both equally wicked, neither of us is human, so why meddle in other people's business?"

Holy crap! Now it was Zhou Fengchen's turn to be stunned. Yan Chixia really was there?

He couldn't keep talking nonsense. He pulled a large steel needle from his pocket, bit his finger until it bled, and then smashed it against the mirror. "Xuan Shiba, Five Elements Technique, Metal! Urgent!"

"Ding!"

The large steel needle struck the mirror and fell down, but the blood on the needle immediately seeped into the mirror. Then, a huge steel needle flashing with blood light appeared in the sky inside the mirror and suddenly stabbed towards Hong Niangzi and her maid.

Hong Niangzi's eyes widened, and she shouted, "You're not Yan Chixia! Who are you?"

As he spoke, he swung his sword at the large steel needle, and the maidservant stepped forward to help.

Zhou Fengchen remotely directed the operation by forming hand seals, and for a time, the clanging sounds were incessant.

After fighting for a while, Zhou Fengchen moved closer to the ancient painting and pressed his blood-stained finger hard against the woman's brow in the portrait.

The woman in the mirror paused, then was instantly pierced through by a large steel needle. The girl, in the blink of an eye, was also pierced.

"ah--"

"what!"

After two screams, time seemed to stand still. The world in the mirror remained motionless, and the bodies of Hong Niangzi and her maid slowly disappeared.

At this moment, Mr. Wang ran out of the house in a daze, looked around, and started shouting in panic.

Zhou Fengchen immediately ordered, "Call out their names!"

The Wang family, who were stunned, then realized what was happening and started calling out "Dad," "Husband," and "Son" in a jumbled mess.

Mr. Wang in the mirror froze for a moment, and then his body disappeared. Immediately afterwards, the mirror turned back into an ordinary mirror, and the image vanished.

At this moment, Mr. Wang on the bed groaned twice, opened his eyes, and gasped for breath.

Grandma Wang and her family were overjoyed and rushed over to ask her all sorts of questions.

Zhou Fengchen breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the ancient painting behind him; the woman in the painting had disappeared.

He felt a pang of sympathy. The matchmaker and her maid were quite pitiful. They had cultivated for a thousand years but had gone to the wrong place. How much spiritual power could they possibly have if they ended up in a painting?

……

Next, the Wang family was filled with gratitude and asked Zhou Fengchen which mountain he belonged to or which Taoist priest he lived in the deep mountains, so that they could build a golden statue of him and make offerings.

Zhou Fengchen had no interest whatsoever. He packed his things, said goodbye, and left.

It was past midnight when they left the house. Chu Xiaoling was waiting ahead with Xiaobao in her hand, and the two of them clapped their hands enthusiastically, "Amazing! Amazing! Master Zhou is so amazing!"

"Forget it!" Zhou Fengchen gave a wry smile. "How about I treat you to a late-night snack instead?"

Chu Xiaoling tilted her head: "Okay, husband!"

Xiao Bao chuckled and said, "Okay, Daddy!"

Zhou Fengchen: "..."