Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 81: Get rid of ghosts
The night breeze was blowing gently. He Muxian sat in the huge meditation room of the temple with a pale face and could not fall asleep for a long time.

"The master has only sent two young immortal masters down the mountain this time. I'm afraid they can't do anything to that ghost." The image of the enchanting female ghost appeared in He Muxian's mind, and he still felt a lingering fear.

In just half a month, six audience members had already fallen victim to the female ghost, some of whom were skilled in martial arts, but all of them lost their lives.

During this time, He Muxian also figured out the pattern of this female ghost harming people. She appeared every two days and specifically looked for disciples with strong blood energy to take their essence.

The reason why only six people were killed in the past half month was because the boy's skills that He Muxian and the master of He Temple had practiced since childhood were also not ordinary.

The blood and energy accumulated over the past eighty years was too strong. Although the female ghost was vicious, she could not replenish it all at once.
It is precisely because of his identity as an eyewitness that He Muxian becomes even more worried.

While he was very afraid of the power of the female ghost, he also remembered the pleasure of the ever-new romance.

It seems to rise from your soul, spread into your flesh, travel through your blood, quickly rush into your bones, and finally be deeply imprinted into your bone marrow, making you both afraid and missing it.

"Let's do it. If I can feel this comfortable again, I'll let her suck my life away."

As He Muxian was thinking, this thought suddenly came to his mind. A moment later, he was so scared that he stood up suddenly.

"No, there are no immortals in our He family now. If I die, there will be no one in the He family who can talk to the people on the mountain. Then when will the position of the head of Chongming return to the hands of my He family!"

"Somebody come!"

The little Taoist boy who was serving outside heard He Muxian's call and hurried in, saying with concern, "Master, what do you want?"

"Have both immortal masters gone to bed?" He Muxian straightened his clothes and asked in a normal tone to hide his uneasiness.

"Not yet. Junior Brother Yu from Luoxian Tower has just specifically instructed the pyrotechnic disciples in the kitchen not to rest yet. The two immortal masters are still playing chess. Later in the evening, he will ask the kitchen to prepare some delicious midnight snacks and send them over." The temple master asked questions that involved immortals, so the little Taoist boy did not dare to be negligent and reported everything he knew.

"Okay, then I'll go meet the next two immortal masters now."

When He Muxian hurriedly saw Han Yundao and Duan Anle, the two were still fighting fiercely on the chessboard, and the battle seemed very tense.

Not daring to disturb the immortal's enjoyment, He Muxian didn't even dare to breathe, and waited carefully by the side.

Han Yundao and the other man were in great spirits. They played chess until midnight before they stopped and drank the meat porridge sent by the kitchen.

It's no wonder that the two of them were playful, because playing chess in Chongming Sect was actually quite dangerous. If they were seen by a bad elder who was "best" at playing chess, they would definitely be "taught" something by him.

Therefore, Han Yundao and Duan Anle could only satisfy their cravings by coming out, and of course they were very excited.

As for why they wanted to leave the old temple master He Muxian alone.

Han Yundao put on a serious face, blew on the hot porridge first, and then pretended to be deep and asked: "Master He, are you a little scared now?"

He Muxian had never thought that the two little immortals would not even say a word of courtesy when they met. He suddenly heard Han Yundao's meaningful question and felt a little flustered. He said, "Disciple is indeed terrified."

"Yes, you have practiced the boy's skills for more than sixty years, and your body is full of blood and energy, not like that of ordinary people. I am a little surprised that she could wait so long before coming to take your energy." Han Yundao smiled deliberately again.

He Muxian was stunned after hearing what he heard, and he didn't dare to speak for a long time after Han Yun finished speaking. His already pale face became even paler.

For a moment, the only sound on the scene was Duan Anle's concentrated eating of porridge.

Duan Anle gobbled up most of the meat porridge in big gulps, then used chopsticks to push all the rice in the bowl into his mouth.

He was an honest child, and he couldn't bear to see He Muxian's embarrassed look after being ridiculed by Han Yundao.

He was unwilling to do as Han Yundao had said beforehand, and wanted to make things difficult for the old man so that he would remember it.

Duan Anle asked directly, "Mr. He, do you know that you deliberately concealed the fact that you were taken by the female ghost, and did not tell me and my senior brother the details of the female ghost. If you start fighting like this, it might cost us both our lives?"

"Disciple dare not, disciple dare not! Disciple is just afraid... I am afraid that such obscene things will be spread to the two immortal masters and pollute their ears." Even though He Muxian had held a high position for decades, he was still frightened and trembled like a sieve after being questioned by a child. He knelt down and apologized immediately.

"Stand up and talk properly." Han Yundao also breathed a sigh of relief and put aside the forced adult demeanor. He had just deliberately imitated his teachers and acted in a pretentious manner, but in fact, he felt very uncomfortable.

Since Duan Anle was the first to call out the name, he was very happy.

After hearing Han Yundao's words, He Muxian felt as if he had been pardoned. Just as he was about to stand up and speak, he saw Duan Anle rushing out of the window.

"Junior brother, go slower." Han Yundao also followed closely.

After the two immortal masters left, He Muxian was left alone in the building. A shrill scream from a female ghost sounded from a distance, which frightened the old temple master so much that he trembled with fear.

"Junior brother, be careful!" Han Yundao looked panicked and slashed with his sword. The female ghost in bright red clothes on the opposite side retreated several feet and had to retract the ten sharp fingers that were about to penetrate into Duan Anle's chest.

Feeling the cold wind blowing across his face, the young man Duan Anle still looked calm.

When the female ghost attacked before, he held all the talismans given by Kang Dabao in his hands, ready to be activated at any time. He just wanted to let the female ghost close to him so that he could release her and give her a severe blow.

However, it was good that Senior Brother Han scared the female ghost away. Judging from the female ghost's cultivation level, she should not have entered the Qi training stage yet, so she could be easily taken down without the talisman. Duan Anle was a good child, and he knew to take his master's teachings of thrift and diligence to heart, so he simply accepted the talisman.

He took out a purple-gold steel whip, changed his hand gestures, and blue flames ignited on the whip, creating a heat wave and hitting the female ghost fiercely.

Just as the female ghost narrowly avoided the steel whip, Han Yundao's sword whistled over again. Although the latter had been unable to master the Three Yang Classics, he had figured out some tricks from the Three Yang Sword Classics included in it.

If he couldn't learn the main skills, even if he learned the sword skills, it would only be superficial. Han Yundao couldn't be as good as Jiang Qing and surpass his peers.

However, relying on the cultivation level of the second level of Qi training, it is still easy to deal with a female ghost who has not yet entered the Tao.

What's more, Duan Anle was there to help. After a few more sword flashes, the female ghost barely managed to escape with her light body, but she was tightly trapped by Han Yundao and could not escape.

Just as Han Yundao's sword technique changed and the flying sword was about to chop down the female ghost, Han Yundao suddenly heard an extremely mournful cry into his ears.

With a clang, the flying sword fell onto the stone slab on the ground.

There were several more "Ding-Ding-Ding" sounds, and the Qingling bell hanging on Han Yundao's waist rang continuously, which woke him up.

"Oh no, Anle!" After Han Yundao woke up, he hurriedly looked in the direction of his junior brother.

But Duan Anle was not affected by the scream at all. The magic talisman on his feet began to glow, and after a few breaths, it helped him catch the female ghost.

The purple-gold steel whip struck down mercilessly, and the scream of the beautiful female ghost became even more miserable. Her spirit was gradually burned by the blue flames, and finally completely dissipated in this world.

"Oh, thank you, junior brother." Han Yundao broke out in a cold sweat when he thought of the ugly scene just now. It took him a long time to get over his depressed mood. He walked up to Duan Anle and said softly.

"Brother, why are you saying this?" Duan Anle pointed to a courtyard deep in the Baiyang Temple and said, "This female ghost came out from there before. Let's go check it out."

Han Yun said that it was no problem, summoned the flying sword, held it back in his hand, and followed Duan Anle to the courtyard.

This yard seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time. There was a well-growing locust tree in the yard. Its densely packed heart-shaped leaves were crowded together layer upon layer, with a few locust flowers interspersed among them, emitting a pleasant fragrance.

There is a stone well under the tree, with weeds growing between the cracks in the bricks and stones. It must have been unused for a long time. However, there is a huge rock on the well mouth that presses it tightly, which shows that it was put there intentionally.

"There's a strong negative energy in this well." Han Yundao realized something was wrong as soon as he entered the well.

Duan Anle smashed the boulder with a whip, and a strong yin energy rushed out, followed by a rotten smell.

Han Yundao used his magic eyes to look down into the well, his expression horrified. The well was filled with naked corpses of young girls!
"He Muxian, open your eyes wide and take a good look! Baiyang Temple is the pride of our Chongming Sect, yet you have turned it into such a filthy place!"

Twelve bodies were salvaged that night; all of them were young girls who had been raped and thrown into a well and drowned.

He Muxian acted quickly this time and immediately found out that the culprit was the first disciple who was killed by the female ghost.

Han Yundao and the others didn't need to worry about matters like rectifying the family's traditions and compensating the families. Now that their goal had been achieved, they should return immediately.

Han Yundao didn't want to stay here for a moment. He was holding his breath and wanted to go to Kang Dabao as soon as possible to report He Muxian.

"Brother, wait a moment." Duan Anle dismissed all the ordinary people, pointed to the well, and said softly: "Although the yin energy in this well is heavy, it is not enough to raise a female ghost like this."

"Junior brother, what you mean is," Han Yundao looked in the direction of Duan Anle's finger towards the big locust tree in the yard.

At this time, Duan Anle spoke again, "This locust tree should have been a spiritual object, but for some reason it was downgraded and became like an ordinary tree. Fortunately, this place is close to the Yin, and it will be very good for it to be nurtured for many years. In addition, this well has recently absorbed the resentment of the girls, making the Yin energy in the well stronger. The locust tree has recovered its spirituality by drinking this well water, and it has helped the resentment of the girls in the well to condense into a fierce ghost."

Han Yundao listened to Duan Anle's analysis and got close to the locust tree to take a closer look. "Junior brother, what you said is correct. There is indeed a faint spiritual charm coming out."

"This can already be considered a spiritual plant. I wonder what grade this locust tree is. If it can be moved back to the sect, the teachers will definitely be happy." Han Yun said with a look of joy on his face.

"Well, but now the resentment of the girl in the well has dissipated, and the Yin energy here has been greatly reduced. We need to find some Yin spiritual objects immediately, so that the grade of the locust tree will not drop again." Duan Anle frowned.

"I've heard from Master that there's a grass market in Pingrong County, where there might be some Yin-related spiritual items for sale. Let's go there."

The two used the magic talisman to quickly rush to Caoshi, and split into two groups to search for Yin-type spiritual objects.

Only a quarter of an hour later, Duan Anle saw Han Yundao finding him with a happy look on his face. He thought that the Yin-type spiritual object had been found.

The fact was just as Duan Anle expected. Since the spiritual object had been purchased, Han Yundao took the former back to Baiyang Temple.

"Junior brother, I heard a joke in Caoshi."

"What a joke."

"Another notice has been posted outside the Pingrong County Government Office, and taxes are being levied again."

"Haha, it's quite funny."

(End of this chapter)