He Xi glanced at Bi Xie and said with a meaningful smile, "Appearances can be deceiving. These two disciples from Xuanyun Temple are sufficient."

What a joke! This is the patriarch of their Xuanyun Temple who has lived for countless years. What is a mere Hundred Ghosts Parade?

Everyone present frowned, not understanding He Xi's intentions. Just a moment ago he was as worried as they were, but now he seemed completely relieved.

They practiced Taoist arts and had some skill in them. They could easily subdue white ghosts, green zombies, and ordinary ghosts and monsters. However, the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts was extremely rare. They had only seen it in books. It was a joke for Xuan Yun Temple to send only two young disciples to subdue it.

"Sect Leader He," a white-haired old man with a long beard spoke in a deep voice. His seat was near the front, indicating his high status. The Taoist priests who had been whispering amongst themselves immediately fell silent. He continued, "The disciples I sent to gather information have returned with news that over a hundred villagers in Manyue Village have been terrified out of their wits. This time, we must descend the mountain to rescue these villagers—"

He turned to look at Bi Xie: "Since Sect Leader He thinks so highly of this young fellow Daoist, why not have her demonstrate the steps of summoning a soul?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes fell on Bi Xie. Some were watching the show, while others took the opportunity to observe and analyze her closely.

Bi Xie's lips twitched slightly. How could she possibly know any soul-summoning incantations? She hadn't even received the original owner's memories.

He Xi, however, seemed confident, and smiled slightly at her, "Since the immortals want to see your abilities, Qi Xie, then you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Bi Xie stood up and interrupted him loudly, "I think the sect leader and all the immortals have misunderstood." She casually swung the wine gourd at her waist, "I came down the mountain this time only because the wine is almost finished and I want to go down the mountain to find some new wine. I have never been a very sociable person since I was a child, and I have no intention of accompanying you all to exorcise ghosts. Farewell."

"Grandmaster..." He Xi almost cried out "Grandmaster" as she turned to leave.

This patriarch must have lived for countless years; he was used to living as he pleased.

However, the parade of a hundred ghosts at night must be caused by strange phenomena. They have no problem dealing with those ghosts, but if they encounter something more powerful, their mere decades of cultivation might not be enough!

He had heard from the previous sect leader that the founder had accidentally entered an ancient tomb while traveling and obtained an elixir of immortality, which made him ageless and led to the founding of Xuanyun Temple. However, in order to conceal this matter, the founder rarely showed his face. He had only seen the founder in portraits, and today was the first time he had seen him in person.

The fact that the founder is still alive is a secret known only to the successive abbots of Xuanyun Temple.

According to the temple's secret rules, apart from sending someone to Fanhai Peak on the first and fifteenth of each month to deliver food and clothing to the patriarch, one must not disturb the patriarch's meditation at other times. This time, it was only because the situation was dire and the divination he gave were all ominous signs that they had no choice but to send someone up the mountain to find the patriarch.

Unexpectedly, although they managed to get the person to come down, they were driven away by this group of stubborn old men.

He Xi felt a mouthful of blood rising in his chest, and he quickly stood up and said, "Wait, let's talk this out. If you don't want to travel with others, you can go alone..." He stood up in a hurry, but everyone in the hall frowned, wondering why he would lose his composure in front of a junior.

Bi Xie didn't stop walking. He took down the wine gourd, tilted his head back, and took a sip. "How refreshing! I feel free to roam the world. The Tusu wine is wonderful to drink." Without even looking at the frowning faces of the people in the hall, he hummed a little tune and strode away.

The people in the hall exchanged glances, all showing dissatisfaction. One straightforward Taoist priest couldn't help but sneer, "When did the disciples of Xuanyun Temple become like this? Disrespecting their elders and drinking in public, what kind of behavior is this?"

Another young Taoist priest chimed in, "That's right. If you don't even follow the rules and regulations, your Taoist cultivation can't be that high. Sect Leader He, are you mistaken? You just said that the master you're waiting for has profound Taoist cultivation and can easily deal with flying zombies. But this fellow Taoist is so young, and he ran away as soon as he heard that he was going to demonstrate the soul-summoning technique on the spot. Is he afraid of making a fool of himself in public?"

The immortal masters spoke one after another, none of them believing that this young girl possessed profound cultivation.

He Xi watched Bi Xie walk away and let out a long sigh.

His master was right. This patriarch was capricious and used to being unrestrained and willful. He hadn't expected Cheng Ling to be able to persuade her to come down the mountain, but unexpectedly, she actually did come down the mountain with Cheng Ling. With this patriarch's help, no matter what evil spirits were behind the Hundred Ghosts Parade, there was no need to panic. But now the patriarch is gone...

Now that things have come to this, we can only hope that when the patriarch encounters evil spirits causing trouble, he will be moved to lend a helping hand.

He Xi sighed several times in his heart, and in the end, he could only helplessly continue to discuss the matter of Full Moon Village with everyone.

Bi Xie left Xuanyun Temple without any hindrance. Ru Hua said with some admiration, "Host, you were actually quite clever this time. If those old men knew that you didn't know any soul-summoning magic at all, you would have been exposed."

“When have I ever been unwitting?” Bi Xie raised an eyebrow. “I do know a little bit of Taoist magic, after all, the original owner of this body was a Maoshan Taoist in the first world. However, I’ve never heard of the soul-summoning technique, probably because the original owner of this body was still a little weak in the first world.”

Judging from the expressions of those old Taoist priests, the soul-summoning technique must not be a simple Taoist art.

The two walked and talked, one person and one system. The original owner's Taoist skills had reached an unknown level. She walked for nearly twenty miles and arrived at a bustling town. Surprisingly, she did not feel hungry or very tired. People gradually appeared around her, and it was getting brighter. She glanced around and saw many stall owners gathered in the noisy market, hawking their goods.

She smelled the delicious aroma of wontons, and although she wasn't hungry, her eyes lit up with envy.

Ru Hua: "Friendly reminder, host, you're broke, so please control your drooling."

Bi Xie slurped up non-existent saliva, patted his body, and found that apart from the cheap-looking wine gourd on his waist, there wasn't even a pocket on his Taoist robe, let alone any silver.

That's true. The original owner stayed on the mountaintop all day and couldn't take on any business, so it's not surprising that he was a poor Taoist priest.

She stood in front of the wonton stall for a long time, and when the stall owner finished serving the wontons to the two customers, he looked up at her with a smile and said, “Good sir, as the saying goes, good deeds are rewarded and evil deeds are punished. It’s not that there is no retribution, it’s just that the time has not come yet. But if you can persist in doing one good deed every day, you can eliminate your karmic obstacles when you have accumulated three thousand merits. Good sir, would you like to do one good deed every day and treat me to a bowl of wontons?”

The stall owner's face suddenly turned deathly pale.

Seeing that the stall owner was stunned, Ru Hua retorted, "Host, you are a Taoist priest, not a Buddhist monk."

"My identity doesn't matter, he's definitely not a good person."