ed me because you think I'm useful and said all these old stories to brainwash me!” I snorted coldly."Hee hee hee, hee hee hee... soon, very soon... you'll see... some things, even the Great Shaman c...I don't like this kind of person either. Our ancestors said that the root of all evil is lust, followed by gambling, theft, adultery, and murder.

When Jiang Qiyun heard my report, he raised an eyebrow and said, "You still know how to gamble near thieves and murder close friends"

“…Am I that stupid in your eyes” I looked up at him speechless.

Jiang Qiyun nodded slightly: “Old Madam Shen said you have a natural heart for the Dao, indeed possessing some talent... However, your talent is different from Mu Yunfan's.”

He glanced at my brother who was pinning down that unshaven scoundrel, kicking him so hard he stumbled. He didn't hear me and Jiang Qiyun whispering here.

"Am I really this stupid To have talent" I doubted he was comforting me.

Jiang Qiyun nodded. "It's not just about being clever and quick-witted that constitutes talent. You, ~~you possess a nature that inherently resists going down the wrong path, making you well-suited for cultivation."

He raised his head and glanced at the sky, coldly stating: “...Desire becomes a demon.”

Looking at the sky again I also followed his gaze towards the heavens.

It is midnight now, the sky is at its darkest, and the clouds are particularly heavy, almost completely obscuring the moonlight.

In my view, it's probably going to rain.

Ke Jiang Qiyun didn't see it that way, his words seemed to be hinting at something.

We walked toward the abandoned "Temple of the Goddess" on the back mountain. It was called a temple, but there wasn't even a single Buddha statue; only a few crumbling walls remained.

"Since it's called a temple, what Bodhisattva is enshrined here" I asked.

That scoundrel’s husband is unanswerable. His father answered from the side, "When I was young, there was still a temple, but at that time, shortly after the founding of the country, these 'demons and ghosts' were purged by the commune people. But I was too young to know what kind of temple it was, I only knew that there were tablets enshrined inside.”

“But I heard that this temple was built by a wealthy villager during the old times. It is said that his daughter died young, and he kept worshipping her ever since until war broke out and his family fled, no one knows where they went. So it became abandoned… For so many years of war, this place has also housed refugees. When I was a child, older folks told me stories because people claimed to have seen a female fairy appear here, that’s why it's called the ‘Lady Temple’.”

"So, you guys don't even know what this is dedicated to" my brother asked with a smile.

The old man nodded, looking at my brother's hand with some concern—he was holding the electric baton.

He is afraid my brother will harm his son.

This good-for-nothing son climbed over the wall to steal from someone, and he's such a coward. Even if his leg was broken, it wouldn't be a pity. But this grandpa actually chose to lock him up to protect him, his spoiling is evident for all to see.

My brother told me that in many rural areas, people are very simple and easily influenced by the stories passed down through generations. They tend to follow traditions blindly, even those with unclear origins or rituals.

The Temple of the Lady was destroyed earlier, during wartime or later famine years. People who sought refuge here once said that the Lady appeared, but whether it's true or not is unknown.

We stand in this temple, where only a few walls remain, and we can't feel any sense of peace or tranquility. Instead, it feels awkward.

I always feel there's a strange aura that lingers.

"Where's that slab of stone where you two made a bonfire" My brother kicked the spineless cheating husband.

The weeds around here are taller than people. Coming to this place in the middle of the night, it must be either a thief or an assassin…

That piece of stone slab covered a manhole, weathered by wind and sun, already cracked. The timid adulterer dared not approach, so my brother and I walked up to take a look.

The place cracked because of the two people's "intense exercise" and broke off, falling into the sewer.

This gap is just the right size for a hand to fit through.

I'm not in a rush to chase that ghost. As long as she's alive, I'll find her eventually. Right now, my priority is figuring out her background and her motives.

"The information on the summoning talisman mentioned a ghost demon over two hundred years old. It must be an old spirit," I said to my brother.

"Huh" My brother already pulled out his folding entrenching tool. He usually keeps it at the bottom of his backpack, next to his small flashlight, and his Universe-Sword is tucked inside, ready to be drawn with a reverse grip.

The three major weapons of my brother, the Kun-lun sword, the folding engineer shovel, and the stun gun, were practically unstoppable in the hands of Young Master Mu.

He pryed at the stone slab as he replied, "Since it's an old ghost, maybe it's just been too hungry for years and that's why it's causing trouble"

Jiang Qiyun gently shook her head: "… Not necessarily."

"So that's what cultivation is" I furrowed my brow and thought for a moment: "That female ghost, speaking through the mouth of a woman, said that I, little Kun Dao, dared to try and break her cultivation technique."

"What kind of sorcery is this Doesn't that mean the more demonic energy a ghost has, the stronger it is" My brother tilted his head and pondered for a moment.

"How do I know how a ghost cultivator cultivates..."

As soon as his words left his mouth, my brother had already pried open the stone slab. The energy inside was almost gone.

A chain hung from the manhole cover beneath the stone slab, and a rotten wooden sign dangled from the chain.

It was probably meant to suppress whatever was in this well, but over time, the wooden talismans deteriorated.

Inside the well, there were layers upon layers of yellow paper talismans, stuck on for who knows how many. My brother shone his flashlight around and muttered, “These talismans must have been added later by someone… This quantity is truly extravagant. Even if they drew them themselves, it would take quite a bit of effort…”

Those talismans were probably thirty or forty years old, with many layers worn away. The grandfather looked at the large number of talismans beside him and his face turned pale.

Anyone with a little common sense knows this kind of shape is used to suppress evil spirits.

"When I was a teenager, the Red Guards came to smash the old and build the new. They destroyed what was left in the temple and even set it on fire... After that, there were some rumors of ghosts..." The grandfather said, his voice trembling.

“These talismans are from around that time, too.” My brother crumpled up a piece of paper. “Probably some passing senior sealed the female ghost inside, and your son, well, he must have been caught in the act and used them as... post-coital wipes.”

"Cough... I glared at my brother, you know a lot!"

This manhole was also overgrown with moss and weeds. The flashlight beam only illuminated a small mound of soil. It was no surprise that there were ghosts buried in the well, and more than one at that.

"I can't dig a well by myself. Let's investigate that woman first She doesn't have much evil spirit on her, you need to ask the Land God for help." My brother whispered to me.

I glanced at Jiang Qiyun. With such a big leader here, do I still need to find Land God

Jiang Qiyun looked up and gestured for me to do the same.

It's... very dark. What can you see in this darkness

Under a veil of thick black clouds, the moonlight had become a hazy sliver.

Wind enters the forest, a feeling of impending mountain rain.

I observed carefully, a black cloud on the mountaintop was thicker than anywhere else.

"Where is it I'm not quite sure. I looked at Jiang Qiyun with my eyes."

Jiang Qiyun pinched my chin and whispered, "Don't look at me, judge for yourself..."

"If I'm wrong, won't she just leave"

"Ha...where can you run to, a little ghost Trying to jump out of the Three Realms and Five Elements" Jiang Qiyun said.

We immediately rushed toward the mountaintop in the darkness. Jiang Qiyun followed us at a leisurely pace. I had a strange feeling, as if he...seemed to have already seen the ending.r. Lin Yanhuan, because I couldn't make a call at all. There wasn't even a dial tone on the phone.Bai Ni, we might need to go further out. The storm clouds here are interfering with the signal too muc...