I am a ghost messenger, why do I need a long life?

Inside the City God Temple, there was curling smoke and continuous burning of incense.

Xu An looked at the varnished wooden statue standing on the altar, which looked like a life-size replica of himself.

No matter how excited he was in his heart, he did not show it clearly on his face at this moment.

Qi Kai looked at him motionless, thinking that it was obviously his first time and he had no experience, and said with a smile:

"Immerse your soul power into it, and combine it with the aura of the incense. When you have a thought, the two forces will be in motion, and you can use this statue to manifest your holiness in the world!"

Xu An nodded, then walked in. His body passed through the pilgrims who were constantly coming and going, and his soul slowly approached the wooden sculpture.

The moment I reached out and touched it gently, a strange feeling rose from its body surface.

In a trance, he seemed to hear countless whispers, wishes and requests, and painful complaints.

These noisy sounds converge and intertwine, showing the uniqueness of human wishes.

Fortunately, Xu An's soul was strong enough and was not affected by the wishes contained therein.

The rich soul power soon filled every corner of the sculpture, intertwining and blending with the human wishes that were imbued in it.

Xu An's entire ghost body shook slightly, and he had a unique feeling that his power perception, speed, and other aspects were all strengthened and improved.

He gently withdrew his fingers and looked at the incense aroma lingering around his body, his thoughts moving slightly.

In an instant, a sharp incense sword burst out.

With the magic power and the scent of incense intertwined, Xu An felt that as long as he swung his sword, the long street in front of him would be split in two.

The ghost's body becomes lighter and its combat power increases.

Xu An turned around and looked at Qi Kai, his eyes sparkling.

"Right now, the incense energy you have accumulated is still relatively small. You need to give it time to slowly accumulate it, and you will be able to comprehend the mystery yourself."

Qi Kai smiled and stroked his beard. This kind of job transfer was not the first time he had seen it.

Most ghost cultivators like Xu An would become extremely excited after coming into contact with the scent of incense.

It is indeed rare to find someone like him who can control himself so well.

"Been taught a lesson."

He nodded politely and bowed, controlling the scent of incense from the wood carving. After it enveloped his body, Xu An stood at the door of the City God Temple.

In front and behind, one side is hidden in the shadows, the other side is exposed to the sunlight.

Whether it is the underworld or the human world, whether it is a demon cultivator or a human god, they all understand the simplest truth.

The soul body cannot face the sun directly.

Before, on the outskirts of Yangzhou, Xu An was briefly illuminated by the rising sun on the clay.

At that moment, he was no different from an ordinary person who had a cup of boiling water poured into it. Wherever the light reached, it was like thousands of needles moving at the same time, like sparks setting a prairie fire.

At this moment, Xu An looked at the incense aroma that was gathered around him and belonged only to him. After a brief hesitation, he stepped through the mortal bodies coming in and out and stood under the skylight.

In an instant, he suddenly felt a sense of oppression and heaviness on his body.

It's like an ordinary person suddenly carrying ten kilograms of rice and flour.

Although there was a sense of burden, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

But it was obvious that at this moment, he had been deified in the human world, and with the power of incense, he could face the sunlight from the sky without damaging his soul.

What's more, at this moment, he had already become a cultivator who had reached the great perfection of the innate realm. This level of suppression was nothing to him, just like picking a flower with one hand or folding a leaf with the other.

Xu An walked and stopped along the long street, looking at the prosperity of Yangzhou City. Most mortals here could not see or feel him.

Every time I bumped into Xu An head-on, all I felt was a slight breeze blowing past me.

Only a very small number of cultivators who roam among the human world and have their own cultivation can vaguely feel his presence.

However, they were too weak and could only vaguely have this feeling, and could not confirm whether Xu An was really there.

The stronger innate cultivators, although they concentrated their minds and used their magic power, were able to see Xu An.

But he is not an ordinary evil ghost or an ordinary wandering soul.

At this moment, he is carrying the aura of incense and is on duty here. He is a psychic priest and is fearless.

Soon, after arriving at the Yangzhou prefectural residence, Xu An felt a strong imperial aura enveloping him just by standing at the door.

His entire mansion is filled with a kind of human wish power that protects him.

If it were an ordinary living ghost or a little demon, after encountering this power, it would have no choice but to turn around and run away.

But this time, Xu An came here just to see Zhang Xian, so of course he couldn't return empty-handed.

With a slight movement of his mind, Xu An walked directly through the door under the daylight and stepped into Zhang Xian's mansion.

In the backyard, Zhang Xian was reading an ancient Taoist book about strange stories.

His face was pale, his energy and blood were insufficient, and there was a trace of sinister intent lingering between his brows.

Even so, he couldn't care less about these things. The increasingly frequent ghost incidents in Yangzhou City made him extremely anxious.

But as mortals, they don't have any particularly good way to deal with this kind of case.

Although there are cultivators in the human world, they can't always take action. After all, they don't eat the food provided by the imperial court...

"What can we do to prevent evil spirits from harming people and wronged souls from seeking revenge?"

Just as Zhang Xian was puzzled and muttering to himself, Xu An stood in front of him and said:

"Relying solely on ordinary people is definitely not enough to effectively resolve this matter. In my opinion, we still need to mobilize the Divine Court and the forces of the major sects scattered among the human world."

"Let's not discuss the issue of jurisdiction. Let's first protect the ordinary people of Yangzhou so that they can live in peace. That's the right thing to do."

Zhang Xian heard this and said without even raising his head:

"That makes sense."

After saying this, he suddenly realized something was wrong. Why was there a stranger who looked both familiar and unfamiliar coming to his backyard?

Raising his eyes slightly, Zhang Xian immediately saw a figure covered in wisps of mist appear under the skylight in front of him.

He was wearing a court robe that was different from his own style, and there was a faint smile on his face.

"Xu An, is that you?"

After a brief moment of surprise, Zhang Xian put down the ancient book with a trembling hand and stood up from the chair.

After the previous experience of seeing a ghost in the middle of the night, he was not so scared in broad daylight, but he still couldn't control himself.

"Master Zhang, long time no see."

"I heard you were ill, so I came specially to see you. At the same time, I came to greet Master Qi, the City God of Lingyou, and Master Yang."

Xu An felt like laughing when he saw how flustered he was.

After explaining his purpose, Zhang Xian gestured for him to sit down and talk.

Xu An continued to explain:

"I came to the human world from the underworld. Although it's my first day here, I've discovered that there are many urgent issues that need to be resolved in Yangzhou."

Zhang Xian felt annoyed when he heard Xu An's words.

He couldn't help but said:

"Has your Yin Palace completely collapsed now? How did you cause the world of the living to be overrun with ghosts?"