I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 62: Guan Dao Substitution
Damn it...

Faced with this sudden change in style, Chen Qingyuan had thousands of words to say but ended up with three words: I rely on you. He made a prompt decision, turned around and ran. The shaky door of the ancestral hall was kicked open, and the elegance and politeness when he came in were completely different from the two extremes.

He rushed out without even taking a breath and was about to leave the village directly.

Who would have thought that on the old bridge and on the dry riverbed, there stood dozens of men and women with emaciated bodies and pale faces. They were wearing coarse linen clothes, which looked like the attire of the Republic of China period.

Chen Qingyuan immediately understood that these people were the villagers who died in Huangshan Village, but he didn't know whether they died of natural causes or an accident...

These souls staggered and slowly approached Chen Qingyuan. They all raised one hand and pointed at Chen Qingyuan, making unclear sounds, and some sentences could be barely distinguished: "Go... No... You are not allowed to... Go... Put... His... spirit tablet... Down..."

Chen Qingyuan looked at Park Wantian’s spirit tablet in his hand and understood the reason.

Park Wantian plotted to kill Chu Renmei, and the villagers were killed by Chu Renmei as a ghost. The villagers listed Park Wantian as the sinner in the village in the hope that Chu Renmei could rest in peace...

He had just accidentally picked up Park Wantian's spirit tablet, causing the dead villagers to think that Park Wantian was going to be taken away, so they all started to panic and run away.

boom!
The spirit tablet fell heavily to the ground.

Chen Qingyuan raised his hands and said, "Everyone, I have nothing to do with Park Wantian. I am just curious to see what this is. I absolutely do not have any intention of going against you."

The spirit tablets had been thrown away, but the souls of the villagers were still staggering over, repeating words like "put it down quickly" and "she's going to be angry".

Chen Qingyuan's head was buzzing, and he pointed at the memorial tablet on the ground: "Everyone, look carefully..."

The villagers were getting closer and closer, with their hands raised, ready to attack him.

Phew!

The demon-subduing pestle pierced the crown of the nearest villager's soul, making a crackling sound. It screamed and turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared.

The villagers stayed where they were and did not move forward.

Chen Qingyuan held the demon-subduing pestle in his hand. The dark red veins on the golden pestle emitted a hint of blood. He looked at the villagers who almost surrounded him and said coldly, "They all said that it has nothing to do with Pu Wantian. You didn't give me a chance and insisted on destroying him. If anyone is tired of staying in this deserted village and doesn't want to live, then line up. I will send you to eternal damnation!"

He was not trying to scare the villagers. Opportunities were reserved for those in need. Whoever was presumptuous would be killed. I couldn't deal with Chu Renmei for the time being, but could I not deal with you bastards from the past?

The villagers retreated stiffly and disappeared one after another...

Chen Qingyuan shook the demon-subduing pestle and put it in his pocket. Suddenly, he felt a sense of malice and turned around to look. There was nothing in the northwest of the deserted village except a few half-rotten houses...

He took two steps back and shouted coldly, "You are hiding your head and showing your tail. If you have any grudges or hatred against me, show yourself!"

Say so.

Chen Qingyuan had already stepped onto the old bridge and headed outside. The surroundings were getting colder and colder. The temperature of the Eight Diagrams Jade Talisman on his chest suddenly rose. Without hesitation, he thrust the demon-subduing pestle in a 360-degree circle around him, chanting the Tara mantra: "Om Darle Dudarle Dudar Saha!"

A shrill scream filled the air.

The coldness dissipated.

The Bagua Jade Talisman also returned to its original temperature.

The demon-subduing pestle in his hand was half black, and a sticky and foul-smelling liquid slowly dripped from the tip of the pestle. The weeds growing on the ground of the old bridge withered instantly after being touched by a drop of liquid...

Chen Qingyuan left Huangshan Village as quickly as possible with a gloomy face.

This drama is a bit too much. In broad daylight, these ghosts appear as if they are unaffected. If it were at night, wouldn't their condition be doubled?
Chen Qingyuan booked a room in a hotel in the township where Huangshan Village is located.

He took off his clothes, stood in front of the bathroom mirror, and took down the Bagua Jade Talisman. The area covered by the jade talisman was burned with a Bagua-shaped scar, and the area around the scar was pitch black...

What the hell is this so powerful! Chu Renmei?
Not really. After all, Chu Renmei seems to like close-range attacks and mental attacks even more.

Chen Qingyuan sat cross-legged on the bed, holding the Wanying Palace Shuntian Holy Mother handprints with both hands, silently reciting the cultivation formula given by He Ma, trying to communicate and practice. In addition to cultivating magic power, this method of cultivation can also weaken the damage caused by evil spirits...

He memorized the cultivation formula and knew it by heart.

After the sneak attack in Huangshan Village, Chen Qingyuan clearly realized the importance of magic power. Even if he could only store a small amount of magic power, he had to practice it!

He had already thought of what to use as the medium for the substitution.

Guan Dao!

The Guan Dao "gifted" by the Saint Lord Guandi in the Guandi Temple is a very good medium. It can be used as a power bank for mana and also as a magic weapon for attack...

Mr. Guan should be very confident in himself.

In the world of "The Disaster", Guan Dao is given as a gift, and in this world of "The Old Corpse in the Mountain Village", Guan Dao is given magic power.

Chen Qingyuan endured the pain and pierced his index finger with a needle, chanted the "Substitute" formula, held his breath, concentrated his energy, and wrote spells on the blade and handle of the Guandao.

Substitution is a shortcut to cultivation, but it also has its drawbacks.

If the medium of substitution is destroyed, at best the substitute will not be able to use his own magic power, and at worst he will be injured, which is very dangerous when fighting on the line...

As each spell was written, the Guandao turned red, and Chen Qingyuan felt dizzy and as if he was lacking blood.

He wrote a spell backwards on his forehead with his index finger, resisted the dizziness, held the seal with both hands, and said: "Substitute your body for mine, all laws are connected, gather the spirits of heaven and earth, and hurry as the law commands!"

The sword buzzed...

Chen Qingyuan suddenly felt something being pulled out of his body, and at the same time, there was a strange connection between him and Guan Dao...

It's evening now.

It is the time when Yang energy dissipates and Yin energy permeates.

He stretched his numb legs and crossed his legs again, meditating on himself absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy and reciting mantras silently. His mind was dizzy and chaotic, and before he knew it... he fell asleep while sitting.

When I woke up again, it was already the next morning.

Looking at the rising sun outside the window, Chen Qingyuan exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his mind became much clearer. He put away his Guandao and the demon-subduing pestle and prepared to go out for dinner. As soon as he opened the door, he was stunned for a moment...

There was a piece of dark red cloth stuck in the gap under the door.

This is……

He reached out to pick it up, but the red cloth suddenly shattered into pieces, like ashes from burnt paper...

Red. A female ghost in red came to see me last night. For some reason, she just wandered around the door and didn't come in. She only left this piece of torn red cloth.

Chen Qingyuan guessed that the malicious ghost he had stabbed in Huangshan Village must be her.

In the breakfast shop, he ate soybean milk and fried dough sticks, watched TV, and made calculations in his mind. He recalled everything about Chu Renmei before and after her death, and his eyes suddenly lit up...

There is another trick that might be useful.

After breakfast, I hailed a taxi and said to the driver, "Let's go to the most famous Cantonese opera troupe nearby..."

(End of this chapter)