"Ugh... Ugh..." Tian Boguang covered his neck with both hands, his face contorted in a terrible way. He then hurriedly slapped the pale hands that were choking him.

"What?" Tian Boguang's pupils shrank sharply as his hand passed right through the other person's hand out of thin air.

"There really is a ghost..." These were Tian Boguang's last thoughts before he lost consciousness.

Yue Buqun and the others stared in disbelief at the scene in the air. By the moonlight, they could see that Tian Boguang's hands were hanging down and his head was tilted to one side, clearly dead.

Just then, a group of people carrying torches rushed over. It was a large group of villagers, and the old village chief was being carried on his son's back.

"Ah, what's that?"

Some people saw a white figure in mid-air and screamed in fright.

"Whoosh...whoosh..." Yue Buqun and the other two jumped from the rooftop onto the street.

"Don't go over there." The three quickly stopped the many villagers.

"Father, Mother." At this moment, Yue Lingshan also ran over with several fellow disciples.

Under the moonlight, the eerie white figure held Tian Boguang in one hand, a sight that would terrify anyone who saw it.

Suddenly, Tian Boguang's body fell from mid-air and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Bang..."

The sound seemed to strike the hearts of everyone present.

The white figure slowly floated towards the group.

"Sister, it's sister!" The old village chief's granddaughter, Xiaocao, suddenly exclaimed from the crowd.

"What? It's Xiaodie?"

"Is it really Xiaodie?"

"Little Butterfly, is that you? Little Butterfly?" Little Grass's mother cried.

At this moment, the white figure stopped above the group and did not approach.

"Waaah... Father, Mother, Grandfather, I am an unfilial daughter. I can only repay you in the next life." A clear voice came from the white figure, and then she raised her head.

The terrifying, pale green appearance had disappeared, and she had transformed into a pretty and delicate woman, none other than Xiaodie.

The villagers were startled. Could this be Xiaodie's ghost?

"It's Little Butterfly, Butterfly, come back, come back!" the woman cried.

"Sister, boohoo, come down, come down quickly, let's go home, Little Grass misses you so much. Boohoo..."

"My dear granddaughter, it's all because your grandfather is useless. I shouldn't have let that villain into our house." The old village chief was also in tears.

Yue Buqun and the others were even more shocked and stared blankly at Xiao Die.

"Alas, humans and ghosts are on different paths, why are you all so attached to this?"

Just then, a voice came from the sky, and Li Daoyi slowly descended from the sky and came to Xiaodie's side.

"Taoist Master..." Apart from the people from Mount Hua, the villagers were shocked. This Taoist Master could actually fly.

"Greetings, Immortal Master." Xiaodie's ghost bowed gracefully.

Li Daoyi stretched out his right hand and drew a talisman in the air.

Xiaodie's body instantly lit up with a dazzling light.

“Humans have their own paths, and ghosts have their own ways. Zhang Xiaodie, if you don’t enter the cycle of reincarnation now, when will you?” Li Daoyi shouted.

"Yes, Xiaodie obeys." After saying that, Xiaodie glanced reluctantly at her family, then slowly rose into the air, eventually disappearing like fireworks, a truly beautiful sight.

Everyone watched the fireworks in the sky, their hearts filled with emotion for a long time.

"Don't worry, Xiaodie has avenged her great grudge and has entered reincarnation." After saying that, Li Daoyi slowly descended from the sky.

However, he stumbled a little when he landed, but fortunately it was dark and no one noticed.

"Damn it, I'm still a little dizzy. This fear of heights will take time to treat," Li Daoyi thought to himself.

"Splash..."

Soon, the villagers rushed forward, all kneeling on the ground and shouting for the gods.

"Get up, all of you. I am not a god, but merely a cultivator," Li Daoyi said slowly.

"Truly a divine being!" Yue Buqun exclaimed in amazement.

"bite…"

At this moment, a series of notification sounds rang in Li Daoyi's mind.

"Perfect! It was worth buying a Soul-Guiding Talisman. I made a profit, a real steal!" Li Daoyi thought to himself with delight.

Xiaodie's ghost was created by him, using a soul-summoning talisman that cost 100 points to exchange. The talisman can conjure a ghost avatar according to the user's wishes.

"Well, Senior Brother, do you believe me now?" Lin Pingzhi whispered to Linghu Chong.

"I believe it? How could I not believe it? But it's too much..." Linghu Chong said with a wry smile. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he had wasted twenty years of his life.

At dawn, at the village entrance, the Huashan group and Li Daoyi bid farewell to the villagers.

“Old folks, we can’t accept the money. You’ve had a hard life too. We’ll just take some dry food.” Yue Buqun refused the money the villagers had pooled together.

"That won't do. You've put in so much effort; you can't let it all go to waste."

"Yes, yes, this is just a small token of our appreciation."

After much back and forth, it was Li Daoyi who finally spoke, and the old village chief and the others stopped, as they still respected Li Daoyi.

Soon, the group returned to the official road.

"Daoist Master, do you really know magic?" Yue Lingshan asked as she rode up to the green ox.

"Shan'er," Ning Zhongze quickly scolded.

"I'm sorry, Daoist Master, Shan'er is being ignorant," she then said to Li Daoyi. Ning Zhongze knew that it was very wrong to pry into other people's secrets.

"Haha, it's alright, Miss Yue is so innocent and naive." Li Daoyi smiled. However, he didn't answer her question.

Yue Lingshan pouted, somewhat displeased, then cracked her whip hard against the horse and galloped off on her own.

"Look at Shan'er, you've spoiled her rotten," Yue Buqun sighed to Ning Zhongze.

"Senior sister, wait for me!" Lin Pingzhi quickly spurred his horse and chased after her.

Not far from the official road, there was a low hill where a bald young nun was tied to a large tree, her head bowed, weeping silently.

"Waaah, Master, Senior Sister, where is everyone? Lin'er is so scared," the little nun sobbed.

"Waaah..."

"Moo..." The blue ox stopped and called out towards the hill.

"What's wrong, Daoist Master?" Yue Buqun asked, turning around.

Li Daoyi squinted and looked at the hill several hundred meters away.

"Moo..." the blue ox called out again.

“Niu Er said there are people on that hill,” Li Daoyi said.

"Someone?" Yue Buqun was somewhat surprised. How could there be anyone here in the middle of nowhere? Even villagers wouldn't come this far to chop firewood. By now, they had already walked more than ten miles out of the village.

"Master, Taoist priest, I'll go take a look," Linghu Chong said hurriedly.

"Okay, be careful." Yue Buqun nodded.

"yes."

Linghu Chong quickly dismounted and then used his lightness skill to enter the woods and leap towards the hill.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Linghu Chong appeared in the woods, carrying a person in his arms—the little nun.

“Master, there really is someone, and she’s a young nun. When I arrived, she was tied to a tree and had fainted,” Linghu Chong said hurriedly.

Ning Zhongze quickly dismounted and took the little nun from Linghu Chong's arms.

“Senior brother, you are a disciple of the Hengshan Sect,” Ning Zhongze said, glancing at the other’s attire.

"How could that be?" Yue Buqun was also somewhat surprised.

"Shan'er, bring me some water."

"They're here."

Ning Zhongze quickly fed the water to the little nun, who, upon tasting it, unconsciously began to drink it.

"Mother, this little nun is so beautiful!" Yue Lingshan exclaimed in surprise.

"Could it be her?" Li Daoyi watched this scene from the side, and a name came to mind.

"That's quite possible. I guess she was kidnapped by Tian Boguang and hidden in the mountains," Li Daoyi thought with increasing certainty.

"Cough cough..." The little nun drank too fast and choked on the water, coughing.

"Drink slowly, drink slowly."

"Hmm, who are you people?" The little nun blinked and looked around, as if she hadn't quite come to her senses yet.

"You're a disciple of Hengshan Sect, right? Don't be afraid, we're from Huashan Sect," Ning Zhongze reassured her.

“Mount Hua? Ah, you are Lady Ning, my master told me about you. My name is Yilin,” the little nun said quickly.

"Yes, it's me. You must be Yilin, the disciple of Abbess Dingyi?"

"Yes, Yilin greets Heroine Ning and Sect Leader Yue."

"You are so beautiful. Master Dingyi once mentioned you in a letter. I never expected to meet you here today."

Just then, Yilin seemed to remember something, and her expression changed.

"Oh no! Tian Boguang will be back soon, we should leave quickly!" the little nun said anxiously, her face flushed and looking like she was about to cry.

"..."

"Alright, alright, it's alright now, Yilin, Tian Boguang is dead," Ning Zhongze reassured her repeatedly.

Yilin looked up in surprise, staring blankly at Ning Zhongze, then at Yue Buqun and the other Huashan disciples. After seeing everyone nod, she collapsed like a deflated balloon.

"Amitabha, well said, well said."