The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 30.1

A spirit is not formed from matter but from the condensation of qi (life force). Nan He’s true form is a lotus in a painting that was revered and offered to. The origin of all this dates back a thousand years to Fengjiang.

In Fengjiang, there was a family named Gou who were devout Buddhists for generations. They had a long-revered painting of Guanyin (the Bodhisattva of Compassion) in their home.

The Gou family was wealthy and had an excellent reputation. In times of disaster, they always distributed porridge and grain to help the poor.

The accumulated blessings entered the Guanyin painting. While the Bodhisattva could not descend, the lotus in the painting gradually developed a spirit. That was Nan He’s true form—a painted lotus infused with the Buddhist aura and blessed with fortune. According to the rules of the spirits, Nan He, born from the Gou family’s generational offerings, naturally became the Gou family’s Family Guardian Spirit.

Nan He was born with extremely strong power and the Buddhist aura. With her protection, let alone evil entities, even powerful malevolent ghosts with cultivation dared not easily harm the Gou family’s descendants.

The Gou family experienced a period of extreme wealth and glory, but having a treasure always invites jealousy, no matter the time.

If the Gou family were also people involved with the (Yin, or the occult/spiritual world), Nan He could have protected their descendants for at least ten generations of prosperity. However, the Gou descendants were merely ordinary people. They would face countless people involved with the occult who coveted the Family Guardian Spirit. Although Nan He was powerful enough, she couldn’t guard the hundred or so members of the Gou family day and night.

The Gou family bloodline gradually dwindled, leaving only the ten-year-old young mistress, Gou Nanchun.

The difference between a Family Guardian Spirit and a Guardian Spirit is that the former’s spiritual energy is divided among many, while the latter’s is concentrated on one person. When a family is reduced to a single descendant, the Family Guardian Spirit becomes a Guardian Spirit. A Guardian Spirit can share some power with its master, concentrating all its strength to protect them. Therefore, Nan He shared her spiritual blood with Gou Nanchun, allowing her to barely become a person involved with the occult.

Gou Nanchun was an extremely smart, stubborn, and strong person. She spent ten years making herself powerful, and another ten years killing all the people who had harmed her Gou family. Only then did she return to live in the Gou family home with Nan He, though the Gou family business had now become dealing with the dead.

A formidable Family Guardian Spirit and a clever head of the family quickly earned the Gou family a reputation in the world of Yin and Yang.

Spirits like Nan He, born from the Buddhist aura, are generally not very clever, but they all possess a clear, bright heart that can perceive all changes.

In the tenth year after they returned to the Gou family, Gou Nanchun’s heart changed.

Gou Nanchun was born the same year Nan He came into being, so they grew up together.

Whether in the Gou family or wandering outside, they always ate, lived, and slept together, never separating. Therefore, Nan He could clearly feel Gou Nanchun’s change. The most obvious sign was that Nanchun no longer called her “Sister,” but started calling her “Xiao He.”

Nanchun said that outside, she should call her “Aunt.”

They were aunt and niece, not Family Guardian Spirit and master.

Nan He didn’t quite understand why Gou Nanchun suddenly made this change. Every time she asked, Nanchun would only say she absolutely couldn’t tell anyone she was a Family Guardian Spirit, or it would scare people away.

People?

Where were these “people” from?

The Gou family clearly only had the two of them.

Later, Gou Nanchun stopped taking on ghost-catching jobs, and the Gou family business became a paper crafting shop (for funeral items). Nan He finally met the “people.”

It was a man, but she couldn’t remember much more.

She didn’t like him, disliked him intensely.

Because of his appearance, Gou Nanchun no longer went in and out or slept with her, nor did she smile only at her anymore.

She disliked even more that Gou Nanchun made her call her “Aunt” and call that man “Uncle.”

Nan He was a kind spirit. She rarely disliked someone so much, and rarely disobeyed Gou Nanchun. Only when facing that man was she incredibly stubborn.

Nan He was a coward; she didn’t dare get angry at Gou Nanchun. She only dared to protest with the titles and secretly cause trouble for the man.

She was probably being assimilated by those bad people and turning into a bad spirit.

Sneaking around, she didn’t act like a spirit, but more like a malicious mouse.

Nan He was angry, angry at herself, and angry at the man.

She couldn’t bear to be angry at Gou Nanchun.

Nan He eventually had a fight with Gou Nanchun. After Gou Nanchun announced she was going to marry the man, Nan He’s grievances turned into tears. She cried miserably and insisted on going to kill that bad thing.

Gou Nanchun said she was unreasonable, and Nan He felt the same, but she just didn’t want it.

No matter what Gou Nanchun said, she still didn’t want it.

But she couldn’t win against Gou Nanchun; after all, Gou Nanchun was the master.

The dim light shone on Gou Nanchun’s pale profile. She was silent and helpless: “Xiao He, stop crying. Save your tears for when I die.”

Nan He was frightened. She hastily wiped her tears and leaned against Gou Nanchun’s leg: “You won’t die.”

Gou Nanchun was sitting in a chair. Nan He hugged her lower leg, resting her head on her thigh: “I will protect you.”

Gou Nanchun reached out a hand, her fingertips gently pushing Nan He’s head: “If you keep crying, I’ll go and die tomorrow.”

“I won’t cry anymore.” Nan He clung tightly to Gou Nanchun’s leg, wiping all her tears and snot onto the soft fabric: “Don’t die, please.”

Gou Nanchun helped her up, pulling out an embroidered handkerchief to wipe her tears: “Why is Xiao He crying?”

She asked why.

Nan He wanted to ask why, too.

Nan He suddenly felt incredibly wronged again: “Why don’t you call me Sister anymore? You used to always call me Sister. Do you not want me anymore? You don’t even admit that I’m your family’s Guardian Spirit now.”

Gou Nanchun pulled her to the bronze mirror, pushing the oil lamp closer to it.

Two faces were reflected simultaneously in the mirror: one of a ten-something-year-old girl, and the other already showing fine wrinkles.

Gou Nanchun pointed at the two faces in the bronze mirror: “Xiao He, look how young you still are. If I keep calling you Sister, wouldn’t you find it strange?”

“No!” Nan He answered decisively, but facing Gou Nanchun’s gaze, she instinctively changed her words: “Then… I’ll call you Sister. I don’t want to call you Aunt. You are not my Aunt, and I am not your niece!”

Nan He wasn’t feeling guilty, she just suddenly felt that Gou Nanchun would probably have a hard time accepting calling her “Sister” anymore.

She knew how to consider Gou Nanchun’s feelings, otherwise, she wouldn’t have suppressed her grievances for so long before erupting.

Gou Nanchun didn’t pressure her further. She agreed: “Alright, Xiao He decides.”

“I decide?”

“Yes.”

Nan He’s pink eyes flickered in the dark. The shimmering glow was more beautiful than clouds and sunset: “Then don’t marry him. I don’t like him, intensely dislike him!”

Gou Nanchun was a little helpless: “Xiao He, I’m forty years old. If I don’t get married now, I won’t be able to.”

By the spirit’s age calculation, Nan He was still young.

Her mind was not fully mature, her experience was insufficient, and her perspective was not comprehensive enough.

She would ask questions that Gou Nanchun found somewhat foolish, such as: “Nanchun, why do you have to get married?”

“Because of love.”

“Love? I love you too. Should we get married?”

“Pfft.” Gou Nanchun laughed, her eyes gently curving. She reached out and rubbed Nan He’s face: “You’re still young… you probably don’t quite understand. You need to especially love someone to get married.”

“I specially love Nanchun!” Nan He grabbed Gou Nanchun’s hand, pleading softly: “Nanchun, marry me, okay?”

Gou Nanchun was a little exasperated. Her fingertips left faint indentations on Nan He’s soft skin: “I am a woman, and you are a woman. How can we get married?”

“Why can’t we?” Nan He was a little unconvinced. She hugged Gou Nanchun like a spoilt child: “I love Nanchun, and Nanchun must love me too, right?”

“I do love Xiao He very much, but this is different. You will probably understand when you grow up, Xiao He.”

Nan He couldn’t stop Gou Nanchun.

She couldn’t stop Nanchun from getting married, nor could she stop her from risking her life to settle old karmic debts.

In the tenth year of Gou Nanchun’s marriage, the descendants of the Daoist priest who died at her hands came knocking. They were numerous, all young and strong. When Nanchun was young, her family was destroyed, and she struggled and wandered for years. She suffered many hidden injuries during her quest for revenge. A few years prior, she risked her life to have a child, leaving her foundation fragile. She was no match for them.

Fortunately, Nan He did not age. She was no longer the newly born spirit she once was; now her spiritual power was enough to protect Nanchun. However, the group of Daoist priests captured Nanchun’s child and took him into a death formation.

To save her child, Gou Nanchun chose to kill the useless man and then commit suicide.

The Gou family only had a few people left. As long as Gou Nanchun died, Nan He, the Family Guardian Spirit, would become the child’s Guardian Spirit. At that point, the spiritual blood would converge on one person, and a portion of the power could also be shared. As long as Nan He did not lose her power, the child would not die.

She killed the man because, having been married, he was also a member of the Gou family.

She was afraid he would divert the spiritual blood Nan He intended for the child.

It was then that Nan He realized Gou Nanchun had been lying to her, and also to the man. She hadn’t married out of love at all; she simply didn’t want the Gou lineage to end with her.

He was merely a tool, and so was Nan He.

Gou Nanchun was a lying, selfish person, but Nan He’s mission was never just to protect her, but to protect the entire Gou family.

If she had protected the Gou family from the very beginning, Gou Nanchun wouldn’t have needed to deceive them.

Nan He looked at Gou Nanchun, who was lying in a pool of blood, and for the first time resented how fragile human life was. She didn’t blame Gou Nanchun; she was just deeply heartbroken: “Nanchun, have you been blaming me all these years? If it weren’t for me, the Gou family… the Gou family might not have lost so many people. If I hadn’t been incapable, your father and mother wouldn’t have died, your older brothers and sisters would still be alive. You wouldn’t have had to cry alone, laugh alone, carry the burden of the family alone…”

“I wasn’t alone.” Gou Nanchun leaned against her, her faint voice requiring Nan He to be very, very close to hear: “Xiao He was with me. Xiao… Xiao He, you are not a disaster; you are… a star of fortune. You are not the one at fault, it’s those jealous people. Xiao He is a very, very good spirit. I am very relieved that the Gou family’s last… last thread of bloodline will be looked after by Xiao He… I… I’m a bit tired…”

Nan He was unsure if Gou Nanchun’s final words were meant to coax her into looking after the child, but on second thought, Gou Nanchun had no need to do so.

She was the Family Guardian Spirit, not a mere personal Guardian Spirit.

Caring for the Gou family bloodline was her duty.

Nan He rescued the child from the death formation, killed all the Daoist priests who had forced Gou Nanchun to her death, and raised Gou Nanchun’s child alone.

She couldn’t earn money, but fortunately, Gou Nanchun had left some funds.

She didn’t know how to live her life, but fortunately, the child was quite self-reliant.

Gou Nanchun’s child was as clever as her, not only skilled in the occult but also excellent at business.

She was indeed worthy of having been born carrying Gou Nanchun’s hopes. At ten, she could kill ghosts on her own; at twenty, she had reopened the Gou family’s grain stores all over Fengjiang. There was only one drawback: her judgment in men was as poor as Gou Nanchun’s, and Nan He disliked her choices.

The child said Nan He simply abhorred all males, and even if she found a man like an Immortal, Nan He still wouldn’t like him.

Nan He was unconvinced; she felt Gou Nanchun’s father and brothers were very good.

Unfortunately, the child was as authoritative as Gou Nanchun. Nan He couldn’t control her or win an argument.

She was clearly the elder, yet if she went out alone and came home, she’d be scolded.

If she went to the lotus pond, the child would suspect she was secretly playing in the mud.

If she went to the sugar figure stall, the child would worry she’d spoil her teeth from gluttony.

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