Traveling through time as a goblin, just wanting to live a leisurely life

“There…are…ghosts?”

One of them felt uneasy.

"Even if there is a ghost, it won't come looking for us. We are not cultivators, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is not as strong as that ghost!"

Ah Que pouted his lips in response.

Since cultivators became widely known, ghosts were no longer so difficult to accept. But the most interesting thing was that after humans accepted the existence of ghosts, they found that ghosts did not take ordinary people seriously at all. They were interested in cultivators who had spiritual power or hidden special bloodlines.

In the past, people were subconsciously afraid of ghosts, and they always thought that ghosts would persecute them. This was all just ordinary human wishful thinking. As a result, humans accepted the existence of ghosts, and encounters with ghosts became less frequent.

"Then how do you explain the current situation?"

Another person asked back.

Clearly, the facts these artists knew in the past do not apply today.

"Could it be... that there is a cultivator with extraordinary talent among us?"

"who!?"

Everyone suddenly jumped away, keeping a distance from each other.

Normally, discovering that one has a talent for cultivation is something that is worth celebrating. But now that a gifted person has appeared in a group of people, he will definitely become the target of the ghosts' attack.

Everyone was suspicious and each sat under a lamp waiting for 10 minutes, but nothing happened.

But one of them suddenly had bright eyes, pointed to the dark place in the distance and said:

"Um... look over there, is that our work?"

Following the direction of the finger, everyone saw the vague outline of something.

"Eh? It's true!"

When they saw their own works, they immediately forgot about the ghost. They immediately ran to their works and checked them carefully. All the works were intact, and everything was preserved as it was at the moment before the power outage, but they were no longer placed under each light, but appeared quietly in the darkness.

"What does this ghost mean? To make all our works disappear, and then quietly put them back?"

"What the hell is so boring?"

“Is there a possibility that… none of the works have actually been moved, only the lights and generators have been moved.”

"Hearing you say that, it seems to be true!"

"So what does this ghost want to do? Play a prank?"

Everyone couldn't figure out what was going on, and after discussing it for a while without any result, they had to do it themselves and relocate the lights and generators back next to the work.

They drove the car to the generator, put away all the lights, and finally moved the generator onto the car with great effort. When they turned the car around and prepared to drive back, everyone was stunned again.

"Where's the work?"

The car lights illuminated the open space ahead, but did not catch any of the art installations.

"Again?"

"This time it's the work..."

"If the lamps are gone, we can always reinstall them, but we can't lose these works! Otherwise we'll have to redo them, and our progress will be seriously delayed!"

"Find quickly!"

This time, everyone drove around in circles on the open space near the river. It took another 10 minutes before they finally found their work on the other side of the road.

"Damn it! What the hell does this ghost want to do?!"

Aque's temper flared up again.

It’s fine that the rich man rejected him, and the police didn’t help him. It’s fine that the police didn’t help him, and society didn’t treat him well. It’s fine that society didn’t treat him well, and now even the ghosts and gods are bullying him. He is so angry that he is almost crazy, but he can only be furious and can’t do anything.

"Forget it! It's good that we found it. Maybe the ghosts just want us to leave that place. If we move here, there may be no ghosts to bother us. Let's quickly make a new assumption and continue working."

"What if this is the territory of other ghosts?"

Everyone suddenly fell silent.

"Why don't we find someone to take a look and perform a ritual?"

"Where can we find it at this late hour? Let's wait until tomorrow."

"So what now?"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, wanting to continue making their works, but afraid of ghosts coming to cause trouble. If they didn't continue and went home, they were worried about leaving their works in an empty space full of ghosts.

"Let's go back first! We can't do anything about these ghosts, and staying here is useless. I'll go to Youqing Temple tomorrow and ask the monks there to come and take a look. I know a great monk of the Jie generation, and no one in Nihe City has a higher level of cultivation than them."

A Que made up his mind and decided to leave all his things where they were and leave temporarily.

After thinking about it, everyone realized that there was no other solution, so they could only shut down the generator and go home to sleep in a depressed mood.

"Visiting Qing Temple? Is it useful?"

Yi Gan overheard their conversation and immediately teleported to Youqing Temple.

In the abbot's bedroom, the sleeping Master Jie Jing suddenly broke out in sweat and woke up from his dream!

"Good evening, sorry for disturbing you!"

Yi Gan looked at the startled Master Jie Jing and apologized politely.

"Amitabha, it's alright! It's alright! I wonder what's the matter with you, benefactor, visiting me so late at night?"

Master Jie Jing said with his hands folded.

"It's not a big deal. I'm leaving Nihe City at 2 o'clock, so I bothered you in the middle of the night."

Yigan continued to speak in a literary manner.

"No problem! No problem! Master Yi, please speak."

But Master Jie Jing just wanted to sleep and didn't want to listen to Yi Gan's long speech.

"Tomorrow, several street artists will ask you to come and see the street art they are building recently, because that place has just been haunted. It's up to you whether you want to help or not. But remember, you must collect the money you should collect, not a penny less."

After Yi Gan finished speaking, Master Jie Jing seemed to understand something.

"Mr. Yi, is it because you are not in Mud River City that you want to find someone to help these street artists?"

Master Jie Jing asked.

"No, I won't force you to help. Just do as you normally would. I just want to remind you that all the supernatural phenomena they encountered today were caused by me, that's all."

Master Jiejing: ...

OK, I get it. These street artists have offended Mr. Yi.

"Amitabha, I understand. We will go with them tomorrow and advise them to do more good deeds and not offend others."

Yi Gan was very satisfied after hearing this. He gave Master Jie Jing some Heart Salt to train his state of mind, said thank you and left.

The next day, when Yigan descended again, there was no more street art under construction around Goblin Water Park, only a group of bitter-faced artists on the other side of the road.