"A land tainted with evil qi?"
Wang Daoxuan stroked his beard in deep thought, "Although Chang’an City is guarded by the City God Amnesty Order soldiers and converges with the energy of the Dragon Vein, it’s true that there are still many places tainted with evil qi, most related to burial grounds."
"There are burial grounds in all directions around Chang’an, and the people from Chang’an County after death are mostly buried to the west, while the people from Wannian County are buried to the east of the city."
"The court manages burials strictly. When burying, one must get approval from the governnt and it must be recorded in the governnt office, so there are fewer cases of unnatural deaths. Additionally, both the Buddhist and Taoist communities release flaming mouths at set tis each year, which makes it difficult for a land to beco tainted with evil qi."
"So, you have two choices."
"One is north of the city, starting from Longshouyuan and going up to the Wuling Plateau area, where there are Qin and Han palace ruins and many large tombs."
"At that ti, Fang Xian Dao arranged the layout, and the tombs are dangerous. Not only are there nurous chanisms, but there are also yin soldiers buried with the dead; countless tomb robbers have died inside. During the tis of war, when armies desecrated graves in search of treasures, they would often cause trouble, leading to nurous places tainted with evil qi to be ford..."
"The second is in the south of the city, where there are several Chaotic Burial Mounds from past dynastic wars, far larger than that of Xianyang City and still in use."
"I’ve heard that the Taixuan Orthodox Sect often holds Jiao Altar ceremonies to eliminate disasters and suppress evil, but evil qi, born from heaven and earth, responds to the Gang Qi."
"The Gang Qi of the Grotto Heaven Blessed Land does not dissipate for millions of years, so naturally, evil qi isn’t so easy to extinguish, it can only be suppressed to prevent disaster from erging..."
After listening to Wang Daoxuan’s account, Li Yan pondered for a mont, "Let’s choose the Chaotic Burial Mound to the south of the city. The tombs to the north are perilous; let’s take it step by step."
"Daoist, I need to prepare so items..."
Li Yan said, handing over a list he had already written.
Wang Daoxuan took it and glanced at it, "Incense sticks, paper money, and yellow talismans—I have prepared quite a lot of these, but this Lotus Lamp, Soul Summoning Incense, I need to buy from the City God Temple."
"Alright, I’ll take care of it today."
Li Yan nodded slightly with a frown.
These items were essential for the "Beidi Yin Mountain Technique" rituals, and there were no particularly expensive Magic Artifacts.
His concern was Luo Mingzi.
He had visited several tis recently, but the person was not there. Even most of the Taoists of the Law Enforcent Hall in Chang’an had been dispatched.
Asking for the reason, the remaining Daoists would not say.
For the Taixuan Orthodox Sect to dispatch en masse, it was certainly no small matter, yet not a whisper of news had leaked out, which seed rather strange.
So matters, one only learns after entering the Mystical Sect.
The Taixuan Orthodox Sect faced more than just the heretical ways of the pugilistic world.
Maintaining the Dragon Veins and suppressing national fortune, as well as holding grand rituals to avert disasters and drive away evil, were their true duties.
So things couldn’t even be resolved by the Thunder Technique.
Just like the Yellow River Stone Dragon Coffin they had heard about before, not only did the Taixuan Orthodox Sect take action, but experts from the Capital’s porter guild also turned out in full force to transport it securely to Wangwu Mountain, where it was suppressed by the Grotto Heaven Blessed Land.
To open the coffin? They dared not.
No matter what Divination Skill was used, it all pointed to a great disaster!
Perhaps Luo Mingzi and the others went to deal with sothing similar...
...
Thump thump thump!
Right after breakfast, soone knocked on the courtyard door.
Li Yan was still inside preparing to go out, and Sha Lifei, who was already ready, went to open the door, only to soon hear the sound of an argunt.
"Why do you linger like a ghost, with your yin soul not dispersing..."
"Hey, what a coincidence, running into you, this jinx, first thing in the morning."
"Your mouth is still so foul!"
"It goes both ways..."
Upon hearing this, Li Yan shook his head slightly.
He had already guessed who it was.
Sure enough, after he stepped out, he saw Sha Lifei blocking the courtyard door, arguing with a short and stocky man with dead fish eyes.
The two exchanged barbs with sarcasm, but not with any real intent to fight.
The visitor was indeed from Xianyang Zhang Martial Arts School, Teacher Zhang.
"Teacher Zhang, it’s been a long ti."
Li Yan greeted with a smile and a fist, halting the argunt.
"Yes, it has."
Zhang, with his dead fish eyes, spoke in an insipid tone, "You’ve beco famous in Chang’an, and you forget old friends, huh? My father sent to deliver so New Year’s gifts, and I didn’t even expect to be stopped at the door. What an impressive display of power!"
Li Yan chuckled wryly, shaking his head, "How could that be, Teacher Zhang, please co in."
Zhang had good qualities, but a foul mouth he took pride in, and enjoyed engaging in verbal spars with people.
One could say that his continued survival was entirely due to his equally foul-mouthed but skilled father, an elder of the Xianyang Divine Fist Association.
Seeing that Li Yan didn’t take the bait, Sha Lifei snorted and turned away, and Zhang, finding it unamusing, waved his hand, signaling for the students to carry in the big and small boxes.
"Just so decorated stead buns and so wine and at..."
Zhang spoke listlessly, "My father said, restaurants are closed during the New Year, and you three tough guys need sothing decent for entertaining guests."
"He surely doesn’t know that you, brat, have a better ti at brothels than your father. You wouldn’t care for these things."
"They’re all rumors!"
Li Yan denied emphatically, feeling sowhat helpless.
Was it just drinking and singing that earned him such a reputation?
He could only think of one possibility:
By associating with a crow, one’s own feathers turn black!
The Night Crying Master!
It must be that undisciplined old man causing other troubles...
With this thought, he quickly changed the subject, "Did Elder Zhang also co?"
When it ca to serious matters, Zhang beca visibly more solemn, shaking his head with a sigh, "Being the head of the Divine Fist Association is really no easy task."
"In Xianyang, two martial arts schools are gearing up to fight over escort agency business, almost ready to resort to open violence. My old man is diating, so frustrated he’s practically steaming. Such as Zhou Pan, wouldn’t it be good if he just were alive and took this position as his punishnt..."
By the end, Zhang couldn’t hide his schadenfreude.
Li Yan shook his head, at a loss for words, "Tell the old man to take it easy. Let them do what they will; they’ll simr down when they are tired."
"It’s not that simple."
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