At the end of the Xu hour (7-9 PM), the night was dark, but the entire town of Pingji was brightly lit.

People who should have been asleep long ago now have lanterns lit at the front door of every house.

The altar in the center of town has been set up, just waiting for the priest to take his place.

The people, who were already prepared, all gathered around the altar.

This kind of sacrifice is a unique blessing ceremony in their Pingji Town. It is not for the living, but for the deceased.

Some people might ask why it wasn't held during the Ghost Festival, since tonight isn't a special holiday.

The story begins decades ago.

Forty years ago, during a famine, the mayor of Pingji Town took all his belongings to a neighboring town to buy grain.

His money was a matter of life and death for the entire town, but it was stolen by robbers.

The town mayor, who had originally planned to end his life, was saved by an old man who gave him a lot of silver, helping Pingji Town overcome the crisis.

The condition for helping the town mayor was that he would burn incense to repay the old man at 9:45 PM on the day he met him the following year.

The town mayor also fulfilled his promise, leading the people to burn incense together the following year to express their sincere gratitude.

This special day has been passed down through generations.

Jing Le and the others found a rooftop with a wide view and waited for the ceremony to begin.

"The High Priest has arrived."

Just then, an elderly man with white hair slowly approached, leaning on a cane in one hand and holding a long string of beads in the other.

The town mayor and village chiefs followed him.

"Master Priest."

"Master Priest."

The people surrounding the altar automatically made way for him to pass.

The old priest ascended the altar, came to the giant cauldron in the middle, which was half a person's height, and waved his hand, and the people quieted down.

Jing Le watched this scene with great curiosity. She had seen many sacrificial rites, but this was the first time she had ever seen someone praying for the dead.

That old priest possessed a faint spiritual power and a subtle trace of faith; he must have had a fortuitous encounter.

Jing Le saw through the other person at a glance.

[I wonder if that female ghost is real. If she is, how will the old priest perform a ritual to help her pass on to the afterlife?]

Emperor Jing held Jing Le and helped her sit down, also curious about what Jing Le was talking about.

After all these years, it was Jing Le's arrival that opened another window to his world. It's quite nice to have such an adventure.

Meanwhile, Shadow Three and Shadow One scattered to various places, hiding in the shadows.

Shadow Six was squatting with Room Seven at this moment.

"Sixth Brother, do you think that female ghost really exists?"

Along the way, Fang Qi became Ying Liu's little shadow, since Ying Liu had a good relationship with him before.

Although they are now training with Ying, they still envy the abilities of Ying Liu and the others.

She was thinking about whether she could secretly learn a quick trick from him.

He wasn't the only one with this idea; there were also 10 of them, and basically everyone was staring at one of the Dragon Shadow Guards next to Jing Le.

They didn't even spare the girl named Eleven.

Shadow One is keeping an eye on Shadow Three's side.

"You can't see whether it exists or not, but if it does exist, I'll give you something good. It's something I collected with great difficulty."

Shadow Six smiled mysteriously.

The good stuff he mentioned was cow tears.

Jing Le had a similar experience when he was training them.

They were specifically made to see ghosts, and then sent to capture wandering spirits to train them in how to use spiritual power.

Later on, they started finding evil spirits to fight against them, resorting to any means necessary.

"OK."

Fang Qi is too naive. Hopefully, he won't regret it later.

Time quickly passed to the third quarter of Hai hour, and a raging fire was lit on the sacrificial altar.

The old priest recited a complicated and difficult incantation.

He then said, "The blessing ceremony begins."

All the villagers took out a stack of joss paper from the bamboo baskets they carried with them. The top few sheets had names written on them, which Jing Le could see very clearly.

These names must be those of their deceased family members. The next step, I suppose, will be to put these joss paper offerings into that giant cauldron.

Jing Le ate melon seeds while making sarcastic remarks.

Just as Jing Le had expected, the village chiefs led their villagers in a line, one by one throwing the joss paper into the giant cauldron to burn, while chanting incantations.

May they bless you with a grandson next year, a good wife, and great wealth, etc.

The entire ritual lasted for half an hour.

After everyone had finished their prayers, the old priest walked to the giant cauldron and said, "Please be quiet, everyone."

Here it comes, the main event of the night is about to begin.

Jing Le immediately perked up and looked in the direction of the sacrificial altar.

"Tonight, let's add one more thing: pray for a poor woman so that she can be reborn into a better family in her next life."

The old priest didn't explain, only vaguely saying this, which was known only to the people of Ningtong Village and a few others.

An old woman came up again carrying a basket, on which was written not only the name, but also the woman's birth date and time.

"Master Priest."

The old woman bent down and handed over the bamboo basket.

"Go down."

The old priest took the bamboo basket, turned around and went to the giant cauldron. He picked up the joss paper and the paper with the name and birth date on it and put them into the cauldron.

"Miss Feng, let go of your obsession and reincarnate. May you be reborn into a good family in your next life."

The flames burned, and the originally fiery red flames suddenly changed color, emitting a ghostly green light that was chilling to the bone.

[Goodness, the flames have turned green! Here it comes, the show's about to begin.]

As soon as Jing Le finished speaking, a hurricane swept over the joss paper bearing Feng Huiwen's name and birth date, sending it flying into the air.

This bizarre scene stunned the audience.

"What... what's going on? Could there really be something there?"

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