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  A golden dagger, one inch long, its sharp blade shining brightly in the dark night, slowly sliced through the neck of a rooster. Blood gushed out from the throat like fog, and the struggling rooster flapped its wings, instantly covering Bai Qi's arm with countless tiny droplets.

  The rooster's blood, especially the one from this Luohua chicken, has a very good effect of warding off evil spirits in the eyes of Taoist priests. Cha Wenbin couldn't help but think that this person was indeed formidable, and the chicken blood he sprinkled would not be for summoning the spirit of the deceased tonight, but probably something else.

  That red grid was bearing the chicken blood that scattered like raindrops, a human-shaped thing in a thin red mist was clearly visible to the naked eye, and it slowly fell to the ground. Ba Qianli, who was hanging upside down on a bamboo pole, suddenly slid down, and an extra talisman appeared in his hand. The talisman flickered slightly at his fingertips, and it instantly turned into a ball of fire like magic. When he was about half a body away from the grid, he threw the talisman through the grid, and with a loud "boom", it exploded into an even larger fireball, burning everything along with the grid.

  Ordinary Jianghu masters don't have such skills, Cha Wenbin is convinced that he didn't misjudge, this Bai Qianli indeed has some abilities, and it's more likely that the one he just killed was the so-called "Yincha"! He decided to go find this person for a good chat later, if so, then the big show of recruitment is still quite interesting.

  This commotion had just ended, and it was already approaching 10 o'clock at night. The people in the Kong family's courtyard were all up now, with half of the onlookers retreating, while some of the villagers from Hong Village who had been named to stay behind were getting restless. The lights in the courtyard were relit, and the ashes of things that had been burned were swept away. The black-headed monk was sitting cross-legged at his desk again, as if he had fallen asleep, and on the ground, a trail of clear footprints remained on the white stone path.

  The footprint was very small, only half the size of an ordinary person's. Some people said it must have been one of the children who had run past just now; others said that it was the second old master of the Kong family coming home. Only Cha Wenbin understood that this was a genuine ghostly footprint.

  No matter in film and television works or on the stage, playing a ghost role often requires "floating past", but that's not floating. A ghost walks with only half of its foot touching the ground, and it only has a heel, without a toe. The footprint left behind is exactly half, and using lime, furnace ash, or cinnabar can make it visible and leave a mark.

  At ten o'clock, there were still half a courtyard of guests left. The Kong family also started their midnight snack at this time. Each person had a bowl of mixed rice and a bottle of wine on the table. Fatso was eating with gusto, but Cha Wenbin got up and walked straight into the inner hall. There was no one in the inner hall at this time, and Bai Qianli was still meditating with her eyes closed. Cha Wenbin squatted down to light an incense stick and said softly: "Sir, can I borrow a step to talk?"

  "That hundred thousand li eyes did not open, only opened his mouth and said: 'The time has not arrived, the heaven is not moving, the earth is not moving, I am not moving. Fellow Daoist, please speak if you have anything to say.'"

  "I used to follow others and learned a bit of superficial knowledge, roughly understanding the art of enticing. I'd like to ask, sir, if the two old men you just invited are from the Kong family?"

  "Ah, no," said Bai Qian lightly shaking her head, "which school or sect did you learn from, fellow Daoist?"

  Zha Wenbin replied truthfully: "Tianzheng is a minor sect, not orthodox, follows Mao Mountain."

  "It's no wonder, I'm a disciple of the Lushan school, and my master is Jiulang Zhenjun, while you worship Sanmao Zhenjun Taishanglaojun. Different schools have different methods, so naturally, the Taoist techniques are also different. Fellow Taoists, don't ask about this, it's our school's secret technique. If I were to reveal it, I would be going against my ancestors' teachings. As an expert in your own right, you should be able to see through some of it, that's your skill."

  He was indeed reasonable, although the Taoist schools in China are called brothers, they have developed their own traditions. From ancient times to the present, all those who founded a sect had their own set of secret methods, just like craftsmen traveling around, it's not easy to reveal their skills. Cha Wenbin got rejected and came out with some embarrassment, Pangzi saw him hanging his head and smiled slyly: "Cha Ye, is that guy pretending?" Seeing Cha Wenbin didn't respond, Pangzi was even more pleased and said hastily: "He's just a swindler in the Jianghu world, at most he can only summon some small ghosts to scare honest people, don't bother with him, come on, this wonton is good, have a bowl?"

  "This swindler is not to be underestimated. The Thriving Mountain Sect has been unique and prosperous for thousands of years in the Zhejiang-Fujian region, and there's a reason for that. But I think this person's approach won't necessarily work, will the Kong family not worry about inviting disaster in the future?"

  Ye Qiu said, "If he's a decent person, he should be able to pass the next test. Let's see how things turn out for him later. I went to check on that pile of ashes earlier, and your guess is about 80% correct - it seems like he conjured up some kind of minor demon."

  Fatso spat out a mouthful of soup and exclaimed in surprise: "So awesome? One hoodlum takes down one little ghost?"

  "He might have done it, a yin messenger was killed so brutally, this is not easy to explain. I somewhat understand now, according to the strong style of the Lushan Sect, the black-headed monk knew that he couldn't forcibly summon the waiting-to-be-reborn person, so he first broke the 36 injury gates, half for the sake of reducing the suffering of the deceased in the cycle of rebirth, and the other half was to lure out this yin messenger. He wasn't summoning souls just now, but luring ghosts. By luring over and subduing the local yin messenger guarding the soul, it's possible to summon back the already buried soul, but after causing such a commotion, who knows if there won't be heavenly punishment in the future? One is punishing the monk, two is punishing this family, truly killing one hundred enemies while suffering three thousand losses."

  "When others dare to do it, they also dare to take responsibility. You guys are always afraid of this and that, like a wolf in front and a tiger behind. When I was a local scholar in Xi'an, I don't know how many tombs I opened up. The Ding family from Shaanxi, from Ding Shengwu's ancestors eight generations ago, were all doing things that would cut off their descendants, but they still managed to thrive on the Guanzhong Road for hundreds of years. Even Liu San, who was under his command and used a shovel as a ladle, actually burned an ancient corpse like firewood, and I didn't see him get boils or a rotten butt. Their descendants are all living more comfortably than us, who knows where... In this world, there really are ghosts, but they're also the kind that bully the weak and fear the strong..."

  Pangzi's words are a bit rough, comparing tomb raiders to Taoist priests, but they do make some sense. Cha Wenbin is a man who values tradition and likes to follow the old ways of his ancestors, emphasizing respect for teachers and the importance of ancestral teachings and sect rules. In their line of work, there's even an old saying: "Those who practice Taoism will not have a good end."

  Several people were still talking over there when suddenly a black-headed monk appeared from afar, holding in his hand a staff that looked like a soul-summoning banner. It was actually just a bamboo pole wrapped with a layer of white paper with leftover whiskers on it. In front of him knelt a row of Kong family members. Ba Qianli shouted: "Heaven's spiritual light, earth's essence light, sun and moon radiant light, universe's mighty light, profound truth's light, lights shining upon each other, reflecting my body, merging with the Tao, I offer sacrifices to the true lord Jiulang, quickly, as if by order!"

  Cha Wenbin looked up and saw that tonight's sky had a crescent moon, but he didn't know if it would rain tomorrow. The moon was shrouded in a layer of fog outside, which people called "the moon having long hair". Bai Qianli stood in the courtyard, holding a mourning stick and drew three circles towards the moon, then with a loud thud, he struck Kong Lao's buttocks, causing the stick to bounce back. The force was indeed severe.

  Kong Lao Da was so tortured tonight, this stick hit him and he suddenly felt his skin cracking. The old man let out a loud "wail" after crying and then started wailing: "Dad, mom, come back quickly, your son is unfilial, I've brought my brothers and sisters to pick you up..."

  This immediately swept away the oppressive atmosphere in the courtyard, and Kong Lao Da's appearance was indeed pitiful. At his advanced age, he had been beaten by a master he had invited himself for an entire night. His tears and snot were mixed with saliva flying everywhere, and those who laughed at him far outnumbered those who sympathized with him.

  Cha Wenbin didn't understand what was going on, and then he played another trick. After one person was beaten, the whole family, young and old, followed him, crying. He just stared at them from behind, whoever didn't cry would be beaten by him. Cha Wenbin thought he was using the "hurt flesh trick"

  After crying for about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Baizhu returned with a small bowl from inside the house, containing half a bowl of rice. She grabbed one of the chopsticks and scattered some rice on the ground, then two small wooden plaques were inserted into the bowl. Kong Lao Da was heard shouting as he held the bowl above his head with both hands, kneeling in front of the main gate, while the rest of the Kong family knelt behind him with their heads bowed. The small wooden plaques in the bowl only showed a third of them outside, and from afar, Cha Wenbin couldn't see clearly, but felt that there were some characters on them.

  At this time, Bai Qianli suddenly made a horse step, her hands suddenly clasped together, and she began to chant. This time, Cha Wenbin could understand the words: "The residual soul leaves the body, nine souls return. The Yellow Spring's Nine Prisons, the soul is summoned! The soul has formed, all spirits return to their positions. The spirit enters the body, all things revive in spring!" These words, Cha Wenbin had once seen them in an ancient book, describing a kind of soul-calling technique from the Miao-Xiang region, belonging to a type of sorcery from outside the domain, which was somewhat beyond Cha Wenbin's expectations.

  But the next scene, that hundred thousand miles away suddenly turned into a golden Vajra seal, with his middle and index fingers pointing forward, and the other three fingers clasped together in a gun-like shape towards the bowl. His mouth began to repeat the mantra from earlier, it was unclear whether Kong Lao Da's physical strength was failing or if he was afraid, but gradually the bowl on top of his head started swaying back and forth...

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