Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 92 The Divine Effect of the Jade Pendant
At the guesthouse, Wang Xiang used his ID card to book a room for Qi Yun and then left to let Qi Yun rest first.

The room was cramped, with a wooden bed, a table with peeling paint, and mottled walls that smelled of mildew mixed with cheap disinfectant.

Qi Yun's clothes, soaked by the drizzle, clung to his body. Although he didn't feel cold, they were sticky and uncomfortable.

He took off his clothes, took a hot shower in the guesthouse's simple shower room, changed into a clean Taoist robe, and then sat cross-legged on the hard bed.

Calm your mind and circulate the Five Qi Gathering Technique.

Thirteen strands of jade-like true qi flowed slowly in the dantian.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, a warm and cool sensation emanated from the mutton-fat jade pendant on his chest.

When the true qi is injected, it is like a stream encountering a pillar, and its speed suddenly increases!

Initially, the speed was only 10%, but as the practice deepened, this acceleration steadily increased until it reached more than 30%!

Qi Yun was secretly delighted. This jade pendant was far beyond his expectations, with such miraculous effects. He just didn't know how it ended up in that consignment shop!

Qi Yun spent the entire day meditating and cultivating in his room.

In the afternoon, he went downstairs and ate a bowl of spicy and flavorful pea and minced meat noodles at a street stall, then returned to his room to continue refining his true qi.

The sky outside the window changed from gray to yellowish-brown, then sank into the inky blackness of night.

At exactly 10 p.m., a cautious knock sounded at the door, followed by Wang Xiang's hushed call: "Master Dao? Are you awake?"

Qi Yun slowly finished his practice, and the true qi in his dantian was even more condensed and pure than it had been in the morning.

He got up and opened the door. Wang Xiang's eyes lit up immediately when he saw him. Although Qi Yun, who was wearing work clothes during the day, also had a composed demeanor, now that he was wearing a Taoist robe, his otherworldly and dignified aura was overwhelming, as if he had become a different person.

Wang Xiang hurriedly said, "Master Dao, everything is ready! As for my mother... I'm going all out tonight! I promise I won't let her get in my way again!"

Qi Yun nodded slightly, went back into the house to retrieve the long sword wrapped tightly in old newspapers, and carried it on his back.

The two went out.

The drizzle that had been falling all day finally stopped, and the night was chilly, with damp and biting air.

Rainwater pooled in the sunken areas of the street, reflecting the dim yellow streetlights like shattered mirrors, gleaming with a cold light.

The tenement building stood silently in the damp, cold darkness.

Upon reaching the third floor and entering the Wang family's house, Wang Xiang took out his key and opened the door. The door hinges creaked open, and his mother rushed out from inside.

She clearly hadn't slept at all. Upon seeing Qi Yun's Taoist robe, she reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her voice shrill and explosive: "Wang Xiang! You bastard! Are you trying to drive me crazy?!"

Those plague-mongers only showed up at the door in the afternoon! I had to coax them away after much pleading!
You...you brought this jinx back in the middle of the night again! Do you want your father to die sooner, or do you want us, mother and daughter, to live too long?!
Are you going to completely tear this family apart before you're satisfied?! My God!

She beat her chest and stamped her feet, all the fear, exhaustion, despair of the past few days, and the shock of dealing with debt collectors that afternoon finally erupting at this moment. She covered her face and burst into tears.

His thin shoulders trembled violently.

Wang Xiang's eyes also reddened, and tears rolled down his cheeks silently. He wanted to go forward to help her up, but his mother pushed him away.

Qi Yun walked up to the distraught woman and looked calmly at Wang Xiang: "What is your mother's surname?"

Wang Xiang choked up as he said, "His surname is Lin!"

Qi Yun turned to the woman, his voice not loud, but with a strange penetrating power that instantly drowned out the crying: "Ms. Lin."

Lin Guifen subconsciously raised her head, her eyes blurry with tears, and met Qi Yun's eyes, which were unusually bright in the dim light.

The extremely calm aura emanating from him seemed to possess a soothing power, causing her out-of-control emotions to pause. "Those loan sharks, as I said, will never implicate you and your child."

"Your husband..." Qi Yun's gaze fell on the tightly closed inner room door, "is indeed being haunted by ghosts, his body is being eroded by yin energy, it's not an ordinary illness."

"This humble Taoist priest has dealt with that malevolent spirit tonight. Tomorrow morning, he will be better, and your family can return to peace and normalcy!"

His words were resolute and carried an unquestionable certainty.

Lin Guifen stared blankly at his young yet incredibly resolute face, at the faded blue Taoist robe he wore under the dim light, at the inexplicable sense of authority he exuded, and at the power and promise in his refined words.

It strangely calmed her chaotic emotions.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked. In the end, she could only nod blankly, and her crying gradually subsided into suppressed sobs.

Qi Yun said no more and turned to Wang Xiang: "Is this the room?"

Wang Xiang quickly wiped away his tears and nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes! Please, Daoist!" He stepped forward and opened the door to the inner room.

Qi Yun stepped inside.

A stronger chill, mixed with the smell of medicine and the scent of patients, wafted over.

On the single bed against the wall, a thin, middle-aged man lay stiffly, covered with a thin blanket.

His face, exposed outside the blanket, was deathly pale, devoid of any color. His eye sockets were sunken, with two thick, dark circles like ink stains, and most of his hair had turned gray.

His breathing was weak and rapid, as if it might stop at any moment.

The wall above the bed was also covered with all sorts of talismans, and a faded cross and a small wooden Buddha statue were squeezed onto the bedside table.

A small stick of incense was lit in front of the Buddha statue, the smoke rising straight up, making the room seem even more deathly silent.

The moment he stepped into the room, the Crimson Hunting Fire Pill deep within Qi Yun's heart suddenly jumped!
A cold, viscous chill, like that seeping from an old coffin, was coiling around the withered body on the bed, lingering and not dissipating.

"Your father said, where did those footsteps go last night?" Qi Yun asked in a low voice.

Wang Xiang swallowed nervously, his voice dry: "He...he said when he woke up yesterday morning that the footsteps...stopped right outside his bedroom door! I'm afraid...I'm afraid it's tonight..." He didn't dare to continue, his eyes filled with fear.

"Very good." A cold glint flashed in Qi Yun's eyes. He walked to an old wooden chair against the wall, sat down cross-legged, and placed his long sword horizontally on his lap. "I will stay here and wait for that wretched boy to come to my door."

He didn't intend to immediately extinguish the ghostly energy within Wang Dashan's body; it was nothing more than a tree without roots, and stirring up trouble would only alert the enemy.

He would wait until that ghost appeared, then he could eliminate it once and for all!

Wang Xiang wanted to stay, but Qi Yun stopped him with a look: "Go and keep your mother company."

Wang Xiang had no choice but to leave anxiously, gently closing the door behind him.

The room was plunged into even deeper darkness, with only the incense sticks by the bedside casting a faint glow on the blurry outline of the Buddha statue.

Outside the door, one could faintly hear Lin Guifen's low sobs and Wang Xiang's clumsy attempts to comfort her.

Gradually, even the sound faded, eventually falling silent.

The apartment building fell completely silent in the dead of night, with only the occasional distant bark of a dog outside the window and Wang Dashan's faint, labored breathing inside.

Qi Yun closed his eyes, his breathing became long and deep, and his mind sank into his dantian.

The Crimson Hunt Fire Pill pulsated slightly, and its true energy flowed slowly under the nurturing of the jade pendant, like a lurking beast waiting for midnight to arrive so that the evil spirits could reveal themselves.

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