The sound of the piano is clear and melodious.

In the Li family's home, the teacher who had a bitter look on his face while listening to the young man playing the piano before, softened his expression. As soon as the young man in blue started playing the piano, he already exuded a majestic air, which was completely different from that of an ordinary person. The expressions of the other people in the room also changed. The young men became quiet, while the older ones stopped talking and either listened solemnly or closed their eyes and shook their heads slightly.

The young man in blue shirt sat upright and played the piano, his eyes lowered quietly, the sound of the piano was melodious.

The young man closed his eyes, as if he had already seen himself succeeding in the imperial examination and feeling very proud and satisfied.

The old man was dejected, as if he had seen all kinds of things in the world and the setbacks he had encountered.

Li Yixian recalled his many experiences in the capital and was stunned for a moment.

The room was immersed in the sound of the piano, but the Taoist outside just felt his feet lifted up, not knowing whether to go in or not. His messy eyebrows were completely tangled. He just wanted to "buy some" life span, but he didn't expect that among the family he chose, there would be such a master.

After thinking for a while, he raised his hand and patted the back of his head.

He opened his mouth and blew out a breath of black wind, covering the entire Li family.

Then, ghosts from the underworld appeared one after another, all wearing dark yellow clothes. Their appearance above the waist was clear, but their faces were blurry. Below the waist, they were completely transparent. Some of them held chains, some held swords in their hands, and they were about to rush forward, but their true nature had been concealed.

The Taoist raised his hand and pointed forward, saying, "Go, bring back the soul in this room!"

"Whoever brings back a soul, I will remove your name and let you return to heaven and earth to seek a long life in the netherworld."

"Even if I can't survive, at least I won't be driven anymore."

These ghosts instantly stirred up a cold wind and rushed towards the yard. For a while, there were gusts of cold wind. Ordinary people who came in would definitely feel a chill on their backs, their bodies would become stiff, and their yang energy would be suppressed. However, as soon as these ghosts stepped into the yard, their movements began to stagnate.

After taking ten steps forward, the evil spirit had already dissipated.

One hundred and twenty steps forward.

The sound of the piano is in my ears.

Listening to the music is like living my whole life.

It contained a feeling of a dream, which was both a dream and not a dream. Qi Wuhuo unconsciously used his soul to activate it, and the sound entered the ears of these ghosts, making the effect even stronger. The blurred faces of many ghosts gradually showed their facial features, some were beautiful women, some were mighty and rough men, and some were old men, and so on. It seemed that the soul and artistic conception contained in the sound of the piano awakened their spirits that had been obscured by magic.

The Taoist's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly swept his sleeves away.

The cuffs spun around, as if they had turned into a big bag. The black wind blew back and directly pulled all the dozen ghosts back. The Taoist priest was stroking his goatee, his eyes twitching, "Just by playing the zither, I almost saved all these dozen ghosts. Is this Buddhism or Taoism?"

"The soul is so powerful, and it has such an understanding."

"It's the kind that has entered the world!"

"Is the real person from some family here?"

"There are such methods in the Dharma lineage."

"Is it Fangxian Dao? Or Louguan Dao?"

"Save me first, then save others with the Hinayana Buddhism?"

"There can't really be a ghost drinking tea here, right? My dear——"

The Taoist paced back and forth, gritted his teeth and said, "No matter what, if I can't get my Yin Shou back, I won't be able to live either. I'll die anyway. No matter who the real person is here, I have to see him first before I can say anything." He immediately made a magic gesture, disappeared, walked forward a few steps, and when he turned around, he saw that the hem of his clothes was still outside. It could not be hidden and fell into the air.

The Taoist shook his head and said self-deprecatingly: "Ah, I am one hundred and thirty years old, and I am still a coward."

“I don’t know if it’s real yet.”

"I was so scared that I couldn't even use my magic properly."

"Practice..."

He stretched out his right hand, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and pulled it hard a few times.

To the eyes of others, it was as if they saw the cloth hanging in the air tremble a few times, and then it seemed to be stretched straight, and then it was dragged to another place in a flash. They could no longer see that the Taoist used too much force and leaped forward a few steps. After he stood firm, he put down the hem of his clothes, clapped his hands and smiled triumphantly: "Ah, it's done!"

Then he raised his hand to straighten his clothes and adjusted his cuffs.

But he really looks like a wandering Taoist priest.

Just now he walked in with arrogance.

He crossed the stone screen and walked along the narrow path. People were coming and going, but they all ignored him and turned a deaf ear to him. They even took a snack from the chef's table next to him and ate it. He walked to the front of the lobby, then he became nervous. He straightened his clothes and touched his sleeve with his right hand. A little light flew out of his sleeve, getting bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a visiting card, which he dragged with both hands.

But I saw lines of text written on it in tadpole cloud patterns.

[I, the minister of Xiaozhao Zhenren, respectfully present my greetings to the Supreme Dao Lord of the Nine Heavens, the Supreme Grandfather, the Great God of the Nine Old Immortal Capitals, the Grandfather of the Nine Qi, the True Lords of the Three Emperors…]

This is the origin of his master's lineage. It is impossible that it is the lineage passed down from these great gods, but if you trace it back, you will find that when the lineage is passed down, there will be three copies of this jade note, one for the master, one for the person to carry with him, and the other one will be burned into smoke to report to the heaven.

He walked forward respectfully, and then said:

"I don't know where you are from, Senior. I just..."

Both his voice and his demeanor were extremely respectful and humble.

I looked up and saw Qi Wuhuo playing the piano.

The smile that the Taoist had forced out froze on his face. His eyes widened, as if he had been hit hard by a fist. His facial expression wrinkled, and he froze from humility to arrogance. Even his hunched back straightened up all of a sudden, and his temperament changed in an instant: "So..."

He looked at the young man and sneered, "He is a heretic who only cultivates his nature but not his life!"

"It's just that his soul is strong. Humph, I thought he really had some ability!"

"It gave me a fright."

With a flick of his sleeves, he immediately released his invisibility spell.

Li Yuelin was immersed in Qi Wuhuo's piano music, recalling his youthful ambitions and the many twists and turns in his prime. As he was reminiscing, he suddenly saw a Taoist priest in his hall. He was wearing a tattered Taoist robe, had white hair, and a wooden hairpin soaked in oil. He looked slovenly and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Subconsciously, he looked at his younger brother.

Li Yixian had already sat back on the ground. When he saw the Taoist priest, his face turned pale and he said, "You, you!"

The Taoist smiled and bowed, saying, "You accepted my gold that day."

"I'm here to get something."

Li Yixian stammered, "Didn't I already hand over the [goods] to you?"

The Taoist priest smiled and said, "That has already been given."

"But the money I gave you should have belonged to the underworld."

"You took the ghost messenger's money."

"I also spent a lot of money myself."

"Don't you know? Ten taels of gold buy one year of your life. Your life span is fifty years, and you are thirty-five this year. These one hundred and fifty taels of gold are the money to buy your life."

Li Yixian felt a chill on his back, and his hands and feet became cold and he couldn't move.

Li Yuelin suddenly said, "Wait a minute, the money has not been spent yet, it's still here."

The Taoist raised his eyes: "Oh?"

Li Yuelin raised his hand and took out a bag, then stood up and bowed, saying, "Here is your gold."

"I added thirty taels of silver to it as a gift to the Taoist priest. I hope you can show mercy and let my brother go."

Li Yi was stunned: "Brother..."

The Taoist laughed and said, "What a deep brotherly love, good, good."

"But first, look at what you took out?"

Li Yuelin was stunned, and suddenly seemed to think of something. He suddenly opened his pocket, and the gold that had been prepared in it had turned into a bag of soybeans. He picked it up and poured it on the ground, making a rustling sound. The Taoist reached into his arms, took out a bag of gold, and looked at him with a smile.

Li Yuelin blurted out: "This is... my gold."

Then he immediately stopped talking and said with a smile: "No, it seems that you have already accepted it, Taoist Priest."

The Taoist laughed loudly and said:

"What do you mean your gold? This is something I, a Taoist priest, found on the ground. Did anyone say it was yours?"

"you!"

Li Yuelin begged, "Master... please show mercy. As long as you let my brother go, I will do anything you ask for."

The Taoist stroked his beard and said, "Letting him go is not impossible."

Some expectation appeared on Li Yixin and Li Yuelin's faces.

The Taoist raised his hand and pointed directly at the young man who had stopped playing the zither, and said simply and neatly: "Give me his soul!"

"You can't just buy your brother's life."

"The Taoist can also give you great benefits."

"how?!"

Li Yuelin and Li Yixin's expressions suddenly changed.

Li Puyu cried out in amazement: "How is this possible!"

The Taoist smiled and said, "If not, Li Yixian will come with me."

Li Yixian looked desperate, and there was a lot of struggle on his face. Finally, he closed his eyes and sighed:

"I shouldn't have been greedy for money. It has nothing to do with that child. Please take me away."

The Taoist priest laughed, but his eyes were still on Qi Wuhuo.

Qi Wuhuo pressed the strings of the zither and suddenly said, "I agree."

He raised his head and looked at the old Taoist priest, his eyes dark, and said:

"It's just that I'm very curious about how you are going to take my soul away."

"I have not been practicing for a long time, and I have never seen such a method."

"Can you come closer so I can see it with my own eyes?"

The old Taoist laughed and said, "You are cunning boy! But your only skill in nourishing the spirit is pretty good."

"Since this is a plea from a dying man, I am not that stingy."

"Let me show you my magical powers, and then you will die knowingly."

Having said this, he walked forward, arrogant and domineering.

"Give you a chance!"

"Come and see!"