Everything feels so familiar.
These things happened yesterday and the day before, exactly the sa.
At the door, a strong gust of wind blew open the temple door again.
I can feel a ghost has entered.
Mo Lin cursed Zhu Ci in his heart.
Damn it, what’s he doing?
Such strange occurrences, hasn’t he noticed?
And during the day, Mo Lin already warned Zhu Ci not to sleep, to help keep watch.
What’s going on?
Zhu Ci is so unreliable?
The ghost ca again, and Zhu Ci didn’t notice?
Zhu Ci living off others?
No sound at all?
Mo Lin could only curse in his heart, but his body didn’t obey.
"The Immortal Technique has already been stolen by soone else."
"Such a pity, this Mo Lin hasn’t obtained the Immortal Technique."
"I heard there’s still Immortal Technique here."
"What other Immortal Technique?"
"It’s King Guangmu’s Immortal Technique; you just need to pour dog blood over King Guangmu’s statue to get it."
"Keep it down, if soone else hears us, it won’t be good."
The voices gradually disappeared.
Mo Lin suddenly sat up startled.
It’s already dayti now.
Zhu Ci was standing at the door, with a worried look on his face.
In the temple courtyard, a Dao altar had even been set up.
Zhu Ci was wearing a yellow Daoist robe, performing a ritual.
"Zhu Ci, what are you doing?" Mo Lin asked Zhu Ci.
Zhu Ci, wearing a yellow Daoist robe, was shaking a bell in his right hand, moving beside Mo Lin.
He was performing a ritual.
Mo Lin did not interrupt him.
Zhu Ci’s face was sared with red paint.
He was inviting the gods for the ritual.
This was not an ordinary ghost-expelling ceremony.
Not just anyone can invite the gods for a ritual.
At least one must be of a true sect.
The ancestors must have had a connection with the gods, so familial ties, or the ancestors worshipped gods.
Only then are you qualified to invite gods for a ritual.
Just knowing a bit of Daoist Skill doesn’t an you can invite gods.
Mo Lin was not qualified to invite gods for a ritual.
Mo Lin was not of orthodox Daoist practice, and his ancestors never worshipped gods.
Zhu Ci finished the ritual, his forehead covered with sweat.
It was clear he seed very tired.
"My ancestors, you’re finally awake." Zhu Ci griped at Mo Lin.
"You scared to death."
"Didn’t I tell you to wake up if you see ghosts at midnight? Why didn’t you call ?"
Mo Lin said to Zhu Ci, "Last night, I encountered those two little ghosts again."
"Last night?"
Zhu Ci exclaid at Mo Lin, "You were asleep for three days, did you know?"
"Three days?" Mo Lin was stunned.
He really didn’t know he had slept for three days.
In Mo Lin’s mory, he only slept for a day.
"I’ve been calling you for three days, but you didn’t wake up."
Zhu Ci said to Mo Lin, "I invited Marshal Guan out to summon your soul, and it woke you."
Zhu Ci patted Mo Lin’s chest and continued.
"You owe a favor, you better rember to repay it."
Three days?
Summoning the soul?
Mo Lin now felt a bit dazed.
It felt like not being fully awake.
Initially, Mo Lin thought he just encountered two little ghosts.
But now it seed that things were a bit more complicated.
"What do you think this is about?" Mo Lin asked Zhu Ci.
"You’re asking , well, you’ve asked the right person."
Zhu Ci replied proudly to Mo Lin, "Although I can’t match your power,
in dealing with these Yin Ghosts and witchcraft, I’m better than you."
"The problem lies with that old man."
"Do you rember that old man who was called an immortal?
He sprinkled water on both of us, saying it was a blessing."
"Yes, I know." Of course, Mo Lin was clear about this matter.
"That old man is problematic." Zhu Ci analyzed it to Mo Lin.
"Why are you fine?"
Mo Lin was puzzled.
He and Zhu Ci both got splashed with water.
Why was Zhu Ci fine, and Mo Lin had trouble?
"My ancestors worshipped Ma, Zhao, Wen, Guan, the Four Marshals are protecting , my soul is strong, not affected by evil techniques."
Zhu Ci slowly said to Mo Lin, "You’re different from ; your soul is weak and has nothing guarding it.
That’s why you got caught."
Mo Lin’s three souls and seven spirits lacked one soul.
Previously, he sacrificed a soul to subdue the Netherworld’s Nether Fire.
Zhu Ci wasn’t speaking nonsense.
Everything he said was logical and evidence-based.
Simply put, they targeted the weak.
They found Mo Lin easy to bully and started trouble for him.
"I suspect this is a type of evil technique like Soul Capturing and Spirit-Dominating."
Zhu Ci said slowly to Mo Lin, "That guy raised little ghosts, very insidious types for Soul Capturing and Spirit-Dominating.
Little ghosts are hard to deal with.
Once they entangle you, you can’t escape."
"If my guess is right, next ti you’ll sleep for seven days.
After seven days, your soul will be captured."
"Old man seeks trouble with although I didn’t provoke him?" Mo Lin cursed angrily.
He’s really despicable.
Mo Lin was just seeking the Immortal Technique.
He never caused trouble actively.
That old man actually went looking for trouble with Mo Lin?
Almost got Mo Lin killed.
"That old man not only has Dao Practice but is also very crafty, using all kinds of lowly tricks."
Zhu Ci said slowly to Mo Lin, "We have to leave here to avoid disaster."
Not afraid of a gentleman, just afraid of a scoundrel.
Little ghosts are the hardest to deal with.
Zhu Ci gets headaches when facing little ghosts.
It’s not that they can’t be dealt with; they are just troubleso.
Also afraid of a setback in the dark.
The trickier the little ghosts, the more cunning their thods are.
Mo Lin, a dignified Three-Colored Red Dust Immortal, nearly got killed.
Zhu Ci wasn’t afraid, but he was worried about Mo Lin’s safety.
He had already noticed that Mo Lin’s three souls and seven spirits were incomplete, making him most vulnerable to these little ghosts.
Seeing Mo Lin not speaking, Zhu Ci said again, "Little ghosts are tricky.
Even if you’re extraordinarily skilled, you’re still human.
As long as you’re human, you have three souls and seven spirits.
With three souls and seven spirits, little ghosts can exploit that."
"That old man, if he can drive little ghosts to capture souls, then he can nail souls too."
"Wise n should avoid imdiate losses; let’s leave first."
The main issue was Zhu Ci himself was facing trouble.
He’s being hunted down and dared not use too much power.
Afraid of being detected by the one in the Yellow Springs Book, which would lead to troubleso consequences.
"Soul Capturing and Spirit-Dominating?
Little ghosts?
He’s running this sche?" Mo Lin showed a cold smile.
This smile sent chills down Zhu Ci’s spine.
"What are you planning? You’re not thinking of doing battle with that old man, are you?" Zhu Ci guessed sothing and said to Mo Lin.
"Yes, I want to compete with him."
"There’s not much I can say about other things, but dealing with ghosts is my specialty," Mo Lin said coldly.
Zhu Ci sneered, "Alright, if you’re so professional, you wouldn’t have been tricked by the ghosts.
Stop causing trouble, let’s go quickly."
Zhu Ci didn’t believe what Mo Lin said.
Mo Lin was neither a Ghost ssenger nor part of the Yin Departnt.
How could he claim to be a professional in dealing with ghosts?
Even Zhu Ci himself wouldn’t dare to boast like that.
"Little ghosts are hard to handle, be careful not to capsize in the gutter."
Zhu Ci reminded Mo Lin, "Leaving is still better."
"No need, I want to deal with those ghosts today."
Mo Lin was resolute in his attitude when he spoke to Zhu Ci, "I want to see whether I’m stronger or those little ghosts are."
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