Chapter 112 Suppression: How can the little Taoist priest wiping the golden statue not be considered a beauty bath?

Su Jinmu could feel the coldness on her face from the touch of the finger bones, and she could also feel the stiffness of the nightmare at this moment.

He couldn't open his eyes, but he could clearly see the painting deep in his mind.

It's as if it's etched into my soul.

Perhaps it was a blessing or hint from the ancestor of Yuan Guan, or perhaps he had some unknown relationship with the ancestor.

Besides the portrait, he could also see a wide variety of techniques for suppressing evil spirits, all of which crowded into his mind.

Su Jinmu quickly browsed through it and surprisingly didn't find it difficult to learn.

Most cultivation techniques begin with the phrase "drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth." Su Jinmu tried to draw it in, but the heavenly Dao had collapsed, and the spiritual energy in the world was so scarce that it was almost impossible to draw it in.

Instead, a dark, slender figure stood before him, exuding a chilling aura. The shadow was thick and dark, its power boundless and immense after a thousand years.

Su Jinmu: "..."

It looks like they can't win.

Su Jinmu had her eyes closed, but she could still see the movements of the dark figure. Gradually, she could even make out the face.

Li Xin stared at the young Taoist priest in front of him for a long time, his fingertips sliding across the priest's face.

A thousand years ago, half of his soul was damaged by the spiritual power of the person in front of him, and his mind was also damaged. He could only watch helplessly as the jade-white face in his memory became more and more blurred with the passage of time.

He flew into a rage, struggled, and became increasingly frantic as he devoured the suppressing spiritual energy.

At least the memory was preserved, though I forgot what the other person looked like.

Upon exiting and seeing the golden statue, the missing features became clear.

Li Xin gently traced the young Taoist's face with his fingertips; he possessed the same refined and elegant appearance, and the same beautiful features.

Her long eyelashes partially obscured her vision, and when she opened her eyes in the sunlight, they revealed a divine indifference.

When you don't open your eyes...

Li Xin's icy fingertips pressed against the corners of her eyes, then fiddled with the corners of her lips, pressing against those soft, crimson lips... When her eyes were closed, she appeared alluring and easily deceived.

Li Xin's lips curled up slightly. He was a vengeful ghost, while the other party had suppressed him into a god.

Gods don't reincarnate. They should have ascended to heaven and lived a carefree life long ago. But for some reason, he deliberately erased his memories and has been guarding this place time and time again.

Stay by his side.

Li Xin's crimson lips curved into a wider smile, and one could even sense a hint of sweetness.

He cares about him.

He didn't want to leave him.

Li Xin took the young Taoist's hand, rolled over and lay down on the side of the single bed, staring straight at the young Taoist with a smile, and pressed her face against his shoulder and cheek.

The bed was cramped, and Su Jinmu could only watch as the shadowy figure representing the power of the vengeful ghost partially overlapped with him, a sinister smile on the ghost's face.

Su Jinmu: "..."

A ghost! It really is a ghost!

As the cool sensation touched her skin, Su Jinmu felt her nerves throbbing and tense.

What is Li Xin planning to do?

Evil deeds? Murder?

Su Jinmu's perspective seemed to float in mid-air as she watched the shadow on Li Xin's body expand. The next moment, a cold sensation pressed against her forehead.

Su Jinmu "saw" the dark figure crawl over and press down on her forehead, fiddling with it as if looking for a switch. In the blink of an eye, a large amount of black power flowed down her forehead and throughout her body.

Spreading out your arms and legs reveals a clear "big".

Su Jinmu: "..."

The power of the evil spirit was poured into the Taoist priest, making the young Taoist priest unclean.

My body was both icy cold and burning hot from the liquid, as if it had stirred up something that had been dormant for a long time, causing it to burn and boil.

A flash of golden light appeared.

They burned away the invading, ghostly power completely.

Su Jinmu breathed a sigh of relief; he was clean again.

The vengeful ghost did not give up and approached again, yet the golden light of the soul reappeared.

Su Jinmu couldn't control the vengeful ghosts beside her, nor could she control the golden light within her body. After watching them fluctuate between hot and cold several times, she couldn't help but fall asleep.

I was startled awake when the sunlight streamed into the room the next day, and I sat up abruptly.

Good morning.

A deep voice sounded behind my ear, almost brushing against my skin and creating a breeze, slow and alluring.

Su Jinmu tensed up and quickly turned around alertly.

Li Xin stood by the bed, dressed in white bathed in sunlight, a refined and elegant smile on his face.

"The human body is indeed fragile; I've been waiting for you to wake up for a long time."

Su Jinmu: "..."

Su Jinmu pursed her lips slightly, her eyes subtly darkening without any ripples.

What's this ghost up to? Still pretending?

He paused, then asked hesitantly, "What are you doing here?"

Li Xin smiled, but a sinister emotion surged in his eyes. Su Jinmu could clearly see the sinister black power dancing behind Li Xin with the naked eye.

It wrapped around his ankle like a tentacle.

...It seems to be the unconscious behavior of a ghost.

Li Xinrou smiled gently, her whole body shimmering with golden light. "Since I am awake, and you happen to be guarding this place, what a coincidence! In that case, why not become my disciple, follow me in cultivation, and transcend your human form?"

The young Taoist priest willingly complied, making it easier for him to imprint the power of the vengeful ghost into it.

The power behind Li Xin extended tentacles, stirring up a frenzy, as if it were excited.

Su Jinmu: "..."

Su Jinmu refused, "I have a master."

"who?"

“Ming Shizi,” Su Jinmu said, referring to him by his name.

Li Xin: Never heard of it.

He might be the human master of this young Taoist priest.

Li Xin smiled gently, "It's alright. I'm afraid he'll have to call me Grandmaster anyway, so he won't object."

Su Jinmu raised her face: "That won't do either, it would mess up the seniority."

Li Xin: "..."

pedantic.

Li Xin stood by the bed, watching the young Taoist priest on it. He had just woken up, and the quilt was still wrapped around his waist. He looked up at him, seemingly sticking to the rules, yet a hint of indifference was faintly revealed in his clear pupils.

As if nonchalant.

He wasn't being old-fashioned; he was just rejecting him and didn't want to talk to him.

Her aloof and indifferent demeanor remained unchanged.

Li Xin was itching to try it.

"It's alright, there's plenty of time, I'm not in a hurry," Li Xin encouraged.

Su Jinmu: "..."

Su Jinmu's stomach rumbled twice, thus ending this early morning tug-of-war over accepting a disciple. Li Xin's figure shimmered and dissipated in the golden light, appearing extremely holy and otherworldly, constantly radiating attraction.

However, Su Jinmu saw through the evil spirit's true nature and remained unmoved.

Su Jinmu went to the cellar and took two small sweet potatoes, then went to the kitchen to cut them into sections and steam them. The sweet and soft sweet potatoes filled her stomach.

The situation is clear: the evil spirit has escaped suppression and is trying to trick him, a respectable young Taoist priest from a prestigious sect, into becoming an unorthodox little ghost.

Perhaps the true ancestors foresaw this day and left behind a method for suppression once again.

Su Jinmu lowered her eyes and quietly looked at her hands, gathering a bit of spiritual energy at her fingertips.

Thanks to the tug-of-war with the power of the evil spirit last night, he seemed to have gained more spiritual power.

However, the spiritual energy is weak, and the vengeful ghosts seem to be even stronger than they were a thousand years ago.

Can he leave without regard for the vengeful ghost?

--no.

Su Jinmu lowered her head. On her slender ankle, a ring of invisible black energy coiled into the shape of a chain, constantly trying to invade her flesh and blood, drilling deeper and deeper.

This is a vengeful ghost with a strange possessiveness.

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Su Jinmu remained unmoved, making no reaction for the time being, and continued her normal life as before.

Clean the temple, offer incense, eat, and sleep.

The vengeful ghost was almost always by his side.

Su Jinmu moved a ladder and stood on the high place to wipe the dust off the majestic and solemn statue.

Ancient colored stone carvings cannot be wiped clean, as this would easily damage the pigments. However, the deity in question was created by suppressing evil spirits with his own body and ascending to godhood after death.

After his death, his body transformed directly into this statue.

It's made of pure gold, so it won't get scratched.

Su Jinmu took a damp cloth and wiped the face of the statue little by little.

The statue was enormous, its brows lowered as it looked down at something at its feet, seemingly indifferent, yet also seemingly watching intently.

Watch quietly, with emotions that outsiders cannot understand.

That was his last look before he died.

Su Jinmu gazed at the statue.

It was too tall to see clearly from the ground, and even with a ladder, it was too close to form a clear image of its face.

Judging by his facial features alone, he is a handsome and beautiful young man.

It looks somewhat familiar.

Su Jinmu wiped the golden statue's eyes with a rag, lost in thought.

Not far away, Li Xin stood in the shadows behind the door, brazenly watching the young Taoist's every move. His eyes were dark and deep, and a faint smile played at the corners of his lips.

The young Taoist priest, Su Jinmu.

Looking up, her waist looked even thinner.

Sure enough, he still preferred to look up at his gods.

Li Xin stood in the shadows, his figure inconspicuous, but the dark power within him grew ever more obscure. He greedily licked his lips, savoring the sight.

The golden statue is the former body of the young Taoist priest.

How can a Taoist priest wiping a golden statue not be considered a beauty bath?

Very good.

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The vengeful ghost: I like it [starry-eyed], I can stare at it for another thousand years.