Start as a Temple Spirit

As Shang Liangshan's mind moved, the purple shadow chain turned into purple light and flew into the purple flame net bag, transforming into a lightning snake, coiling around the grass-headed mountain spirit and launching an electric shock at the same time.

Razer stared at the grass-headed mountain elf with his purple eyes flashing with purple arcs of electricity, and his frightened green eyes were faintly visible in the gaps between the grass roots.

The purple flame net then dispersed and turned into purple flames that flew into Shang Liangshan's body.

The best way to tame a mountain spirit is undoubtedly to keep it in fear at all times.

Therefore, Shang Liangshan only took a look at the grass-headed mountain spirit who was being threatened by the purple shadow chain-turned lightning snake, then retracted his gaze and continued to repair his broken meridians.

The grass-headed mountain elf, who was coiled by the lightning snake and stared at by the purple vertical eyes, was shaking with fear, fearing that the former would bite him.

It likes to play tricks, but this time it met a real God and was caught.

What was waiting for him was something the mountain elf could not even imagine.

But it cannot control its fear. The more it tries to control its fear, the deeper it gets. The more it thinks about it, the more afraid it becomes, and the more hopeless it becomes.

This is not the most desperate thing. When Heizi returned to the dojo, Caotou Mountain Spirit realized what it meant to be trapped in fear and live a life worse than death.

This Heizi is really not a good bird. It actually pecked at the grass leaves and roots of the mountain elf, and it pecked at them in a harvesting manner.

Until the grass-headed mountain spirit became a flat-headed brother, and became listless and could no longer grow grass leaves and roots, it began to swallow and exhale with reluctance, burning incense and practicing, it was truly a brutal human-faced owl.

The path of cultivation is long and lonely.

"Hoo." Shang Liangshan slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, turned his head to look at the grass-headed mountain spirit lying on the ground, dying, and asked calmly: "Are you willing to become my Taoist child?"

"Roar" The grass-headed mountain spirit, who was originally dying, immediately revived with full blood after hearing the words. After responding with a low roar, he bowed his head.

"You can't speak?" Shang Liangshan asked with a frown.

As soon as he finished speaking, a spiritual wave emanated from the short roots of the grass-headed mountain spirit.

Shang Liangshan understood immediately that the mountain spirit of Caotou was using his spiritual power to communicate with the people in a mysterious way, so he could naturally understand it.

"Heizi ran out to play again?" Shang Liangshan asked again.

The grass-headed mountain elf kneeling on the ground shuddered all over and nodded repeatedly when he heard the word "Heizi".

"Ah." Shang Liangshan stood up, stretched his waist, and said to the grass-headed mountain spirit kneeling on the ground: "This spirit allows you to absorb the power of incense and vows and baptize yourself."

As he finished speaking, he took a step forward and appeared in the brightly lit Forgotten Temple, and his gaze turned towards the light source.

When I saw the Yuanling lantern emitting white light in the corner of the wall, I was surprised.

At the same time, the grass-headed mountain spirit in the Taoist temple fell to the ground and tried to absorb the power of incense and prayers to baptize itself.

Strangely enough, the incense and prayer power that it usually wanted to absorb but could not absorb no longer rejected itself.

The power of incense and prayers entered the body, making the grass-headed mountain spirit feel like it was reborn, and it uttered unpleasant mumblings in comfort.

The howling of wolves drew Shang Liangshan's attention. A group of silver-white wolf cubs ran towards him, wagging their tails.

The passage of time has left its mark on the wolf cub.

The wolf cubs at this time were at least eighty centimeters tall, each one was fat and strong, with a body as big as their head, and their silver-white hair fluttering in the wind as they ran.

When Shang Liangshan saw the wolf cubs running towards him, a look of joy appeared on his face, but his expression was a little stiff.

When he touched the wolf's head, his expression changed again and became friendly.

As usual, while Shang Liangshan was petting the wolves, he gave them a bit of spiritual energy to increase the quantity.

"Woo" The wolf cubs howled comfortably while lying on the floor.

"Alas, I love you in vain. When I ask for food, you are not so close to me or even wag my tail." Yiwu sighed, but his face was filled with a kind smile.

"Clan leader." Shang Liangshan followed the virtue of respecting the old and loving the young and greeted the remaining members of the clan.

"Hey, you're welcome. Liangshan, it's just right that you're out of seclusion. This old man has something to tell you."

"Yeah." Shang Liangshan nodded, took the wolf cubs out of the Forgotten Temple, and followed Yiwu towards the newly built thatched pavilion beside the courtyard wall.

Yiwu sat down and took a sip of tea, looking up at the dim sky. His expression became serious, and he turned to look at Shang Liangshan and said in a heavy voice, "The annual Ghost Festival is coming."

Shang Liangshan paused in stroking the wolf when he heard this, and blurted out, "July 15th."

"Yes, on July 15th, the gates of the Netherworld are wide open, the yin energy is boiling, and evil spirits are rampant."

"Why is the Nine Netherworld portal wide open, releasing the evil spirits?"

"The living should stay away from the Netherworld. The resting place of the dead is ethereal and traceless. Ghosts are everywhere and attack endlessly." The old patriarch said slowly, pointing to the faintly shining stars in the dark yellow sky and said:

"The gates of hell are wide open. This is actually a metaphor. The faint starlight is like a passage for evil spirits to escape from the underworld."

"It is said that the Nine Netherworld is a world of ghosts. There are also forces there, and they are constantly attacking each other. In order to increase their power, powerful ghost forces will open passages from the Nine Netherworld to the world of the living."

"These passages will be opened on the 15th day of the seventh month every year when the yin energy in the Yang world is the heaviest, allowing the evil spirits to temporarily escape from the Nine Netherworld and ascend to the Yang world to collect souls, absorb souls, recruit wandering ghosts, and bring them back to the Nine Netherworld to enhance their own strength."

"It's not just that." Shang Liangshan asked at the right time.

"Indeed." Yiwu nodded, took a sip of tea and continued, "The once-a-year opening of the Ghost Gate is also an opportunity for the Nine Netherworld ghosts to seize the underworld and establish their power in the world of the living."

"In short, ghosts fight ghosts, ghosts eat people, people kill ghosts, and the chaos lasts for a month."

"One month!" Shang Liangshan opened his eyes wide when he heard this.

He thought it was just one night, just like what was said in his previous life.

"It is indeed one month, so there is one disaster per year, and there are only ten days left before the gates of hell open." Yiwu nodded.

"How did the villages survive this month in the past?" Shang Liangshan asked.

"The children hid in the cave, and the others gathered in front of the cave, fighting the evil spirits with their lives. Our village is lucky. Over the years, we have not encountered any ghosts higher than vengeful ghosts." After Yiwu finished speaking, his face was full of relief.

"No help? Or a talisman to control the evil spirits?"

"Yes, but our village is poor. We can't afford to hire help or buy talismans."

"And even if we can find helpers, they are not experts. It is better not to hire them, lest we encounter a powerful ghost. If he runs away first, not only will we lose our money, but it will also hurt our morale."

"..." Shang Liangshan was speechless when he heard this. Where was the integrity? Well, he seemed to have never heard of the word integrity.

Just as he was about to ask how the villagers were going to deal with the Ghost Festival, an inexplicable and cordial call sounded in his soul.

This is an indescribable call, intimate and inseparable.