My grandfather told me that my life was as fragile as paper, and that I shouldn't have come into this world in the first place. Every day I live now is a bonus.
However, when I was twelve...
I clenched my fist, my knuckles cracking. But I had no strength right now, so I could only keep a low profile, bide my time, and develop my strength stealthily. Once I was strong enough to protect myself, I would secretly investigate those enemies.
I wiped away my tears, my eyes hardening. A silent cry echoed in my heart: I must become stronger, so that no one can bully me again.
I closed the first folder and moved the mouse to open the second folder.
Inside was indeed the cultivation manual of the Three Pure Ones Supreme Technique, along with a line of detailed explanations left by my grandfather. To cultivate the Three Pure Ones Supreme Technique, one must first cultivate the Qi-guiding technique, which is the exhalation method that my grandfather taught me before.
Following the method of the Three Pure Ones' Supreme Secret, I sat cross-legged on the bed, made a strange hand seal with my hands, closed my eyes, and began to meditate.
After a while, I slowly opened my eyes, my face full of doubt. I had clearly started cultivating according to the methods of the Three Pure Ones Supreme Technique, but I always felt that something was blocking me, and I could not get into the door.
Where exactly did things go wrong? I turned my attention back to the computer screen and began to read carefully.
That's strange. My cultivation method is correct. What could be wrong with it?
I scratched my head and frowned as I pondered.
Just as I was racking my brains, I suddenly remembered what my grandfather had said: that in order to cultivate the Three Pure Ones Supreme Technique, one must first master the method of cultivating qi.
That's it, the problem must be right here.
Do it as soon as you think of it.
I first activated the Qi-cultivation method, and then began to cultivate according to the Three Pure Ones Supreme Technique.
Sure enough, a miraculous scene unfolded. The invisible barrier that had been blocking me seemed to have been pierced by something, and I plunged right into it.
After circulating the Three Pure Ones Supreme Technique for one cycle, I felt so comfortable that I wanted to groan. I slowly opened my eyes, picked up a tissue, and with a thought, the tissue instantly burst into flames.
Is this magic?
It turns out that the way Grandpa used to burn paper money wasn't magic, but rather he used supernatural powers to do it.
Grandpa said that it takes at least three months to even begin to understand the Three Pure Ones Supreme Technique, and at least three years to achieve minor success. Grandpa has cultivated for his entire life and has only just reached the major success level of the Three Pure Ones Supreme Technique. It is said that there is an even more powerful perfect state and the legendary supreme state that only the Three Pure Ones patriarchs have ever reached.
No wonder all those talismans I drew before were useless; it turns out I have no magical power.
Grandpa explained that unclean things can remain in this world for specific reasons. They all look different, but they generally retain the appearance they had when they died. Their abilities also vary. Normally, if you don't provoke them, they won't provoke you, unless someone with a weak constitution and low yang energy is afflicted by them.
Of course, there are not only dirty things in this world, but also some demons. Strictly speaking, demons are more powerful than ordinary dirty things. However, now is a peaceful era, and demons are afraid of certain things, so they will not easily appear in the eyes of the world unless something appears that can make them take risks, or they are lured by some evil people.
I closed my eyes and continuously circulated the Three Pure Ones Supreme Technique. I cultivated like this for two hours. I felt that I had cultivated a portion of magical power, but it was still very weak. I hadn't even touched the threshold of entry, let alone crossed it. No wonder Grandpa said it would take three months. I estimated that, based on my current cultivation speed, if I continued to cultivate for several hours every day, I would probably be able to barely enter the realm in about a month. With my current strength, dealing with ordinary evil spirits should not be a problem.
If they ran into that vicious guy Fang Lei, they probably wouldn't be a match for him.
Instead of continuing to cultivate the Three Pure Ones Supreme Technique, I opened the folder behind it and started learning the minor spells that my grandfather had mentioned. I found a few relatively simple ones to practice, but as for the profound ones, I couldn't figure them out for a while, which might be related to my low magical power.
After familiarizing myself with these few minor spells, I plunged headlong into the descriptions of those demons and monsters.
The strange and wonderful things inside made me feel like I had opened a door to a new world.
I don't know what time it was at night, but I couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep with my computer in my arms.
The next day, it was my fifth grandfather who woke me up.
I groggily opened my eyes and hurriedly looked at my laptop. Grandpa had said that the contents of the laptop should not be known to outsiders. I believed that my fifth grandfather would not harm me, but I had promised Grandpa. Fortunately, the laptop had already shut down because the battery was dead.
My fifth grandfather glanced at the computer, then looked at me and said slowly, "Changming, watching too many movies is bad for your health. You're not young anymore, it's time to find a girlfriend."
"Fifth Grandfather, do I look like that kind of person?" My face turned bright red instantly, but I couldn't explain the truth to my Fifth Grandfather.
My fifth grandfather glanced at me, said nothing, and turned to leave my room. But the expression on his face before he left seemed to say, "You don't just look like it, you *are* it."
I wish I could dig a hole and crawl into it, but I felt sticky all over.
Damn, I had so much fun last night that I forgot to take a shower.
I quickly got out of bed, took a shower, and brushed my teeth and washed my face.
When I got back to my room, I realized my phone was dead. No wonder I didn't hear my alarm this morning.
I charged my phone and went to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. I guess my fifth grandfather saw that I hadn't left the house by the time I needed to, so he ran back from the village committee to wake me up. I guess he's gone back there to sell meat now.
If it weren't for the USB drive left by my grandfather, I would never have been able to access this level of knowledge. I originally thought that someone like Hu Ergou was already very powerful, until I cultivated the Three Pure Ones Supreme Technique and realized that Hu Ergou had been struggling in the ghost-catching and exorcising industry for decades without even getting started.
Hu Ergou's method of inviting ghosts to dinner was nothing but flattery. As for his seal, it might have accumulated some magical power over time, but not much. It was passable for dealing with ordinary ghosts, but if it encountered someone like Fang Lei, it would be suicide.
As for his three periods of ordination that he was so proud of?
The claims of those so-called "masters" in the folk are completely useless. They might scare ordinary ghosts, but if they encounter a powerful one, they won't be able to escape.
As for Hu Ergou's prediction about my divination, I don't know if he saw it or if he just guessed correctly. It was mentioned in the USB drive that my grandfather left me, saying that my destiny is called taboo and cannot be calculated, otherwise I will be injured or even die on the spot. My grandfather only made a slight calculation for me and was also seriously injured.
I unplugged the USB drive and hid it, then plugged in the laptop to charge and turned on my phone.
As soon as I turned on my phone and entered the system, I heard a series of notification sounds, including text messages and WeChat messages—at least dozens of them.
Damn it, is the delivery station on fire?