"Hey, Master Qi, I'm your neighbor. I was busy a while ago and didn't have time to visit you."

"No, I just came back from the capital, and I just happened to come visit you."

"Haha, Mr. Qi, I am also studying under Mr. Su, and I always hear Mr. Su talking about you. If you are free today, would you like to come to his house for a cup of tea and a simple meal?"

Men and women dressed in silk and satin came forward one after another.

In this town, one is either highly respected or quite wealthy.

In the past, they would never come to this remote and dilapidated place in the entire town.

And now, not only did they come, they also brought gifts. Not only did they bring gifts, but they even walked over to express their sincerity, with smiles on their faces, to greet the young man who they used to call "a refugee from famine who came to beg for food" -

The wind that enveloped the entire town today was really too strong. The news about the Li family spread quickly. The news that Qi Wuhuo and the Mountain God left on the clouds spread like wildfire.

In a town like this, keeping any information confidential is a luxury.

Qi Wuhuo pursed his lips and just walked forward. Some people reached out to pull him, some wanted to force the gifts into his arms. If you look from above, these hands seemed to be greedily trying to grab something, pulling towards the blue-shirted boy with a smile. When Qi Wuhuo reached the door, he saw Li Puyu and stopped.

“A rough gem.”

There was a look of shame on Li Puyu's face.

"I didn't expect the news to get out."

"There are too many people. It doesn't matter."

Li Puyu held a wooden box in his arms and whispered, "This is the piano I use when I practice. I see that you, Senior Brother Qi, seem to like playing the piano very much, so I thought you might need it..."

"Thank you for saving our family today."

He really came here to thank Qi Wuhuo.

After Qi Wuhuo left, the guests also left quickly.

He was grateful for Qi Wuhuo's life-saving grace, and thought about it. He realized that the young man didn't have much money. He saw Qi Wuhuo playing the guqin, so he secretly took out his guqin. But at this time, looking around, he saw the luxurious items brought by those wealthy people and local celebrities. The guqin in his hand, which was just for practice, was really not worth showing off.

Qi Wuhuo stretched out his hands and took the zither.

"In that case, thank you very much."

"Ah? Ah! Um, um..."

Li Puyu was stunned, then hurriedly agreed and handed the zither over. Qi Wuhuo held the zither.

When the others saw this, they quickly took out their gifts.

Qi Wuhuo didn't answer.

He invited Li Puyu to come in for a cup of tea, but the latter quickly shook his head.

Qi Wuhuo reached out, pushed open the door, put down the piano, and then turned around.

He bowed slightly to those people and said, "I'm sorry that I can't entertain you today."

The young man's eyes were clear, and those people subconsciously stopped.

Then close the door.

Two wooden doors nailed together with firewood that they picked up themselves separate the inside and the outside.

Cold plum blossoms inside.

There is greed outside the door.

When he turned around, he picked up the guqin and saw that the old man was still under the plum tree, making tea. After making the tea, he looked up at Qi Wuhuo and asked with a smile, "How do you feel?"

Qi Wuhuo exhaled, and the cold and quiet look on his face disappeared, replaced by the worries of a young man.

The vague feeling of experiencing these things in a dream cannot be compared to reality at all.

He rubbed his face, and then replied: "I seem to know why some people even know what the right way is."

"They will also be unable to resist giving up their cultivation and turn to unorthodox methods to cultivate their Yuan Qi ahead of time."

There are magical powers as powerful as Tan Tai Xuan, dominating everyone.

You can also get various benefits.

For fame and for profit, how many practitioners, after seeing all these, can still endure and continue their days of pure practice?

The old man stroked his beard and laughed.

Then he asked Qi Wuhuo to take off the sword box behind him and give it to him.

Qi Wuhuo handed over the black iron sword box. The old man knocked on it, shook his head and sneered:

"Sure enough, it's not just a sword box, it's also a storage box."

"It's hidden quite cleverly."

Qi Wuhuo asked: "Does the old man know about magic weapons?"

The old man was speechless.

Few people seemed to ask him this question.

Think about it.

Then he stroked his beard and smiled and replied:

"I know a little bit."

"It's not worth mentioning."

Tap lightly with your fingers.

On the entire sword box, all the seventy-two acquired seals and seventeen innate talismans were shattered.

Tan Tai Xuan worked hard for a hundred years.

In an instant, it turned into ashes.

The sword case hummed.

Suddenly, in broad daylight, dark clouds came and the wind whistled. Even the courtyard seemed to become three times colder in an instant. The old man raised his eyes and said, "He is still a man who controls the souls of the underworld."

With a wave of his hand, a ray of jade light flew out from the sword box and landed in the palm of his hand.

It was a six-sided white jade pillar with six sides. Each side had words written on it with extremely fine strokes, exuding a spiritual charm. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary object, and it was blessed with secret codes. Even if others got it, they would not be able to decipher the true meaning of these words.

The old man only took a glance and said:

"Oh? The Mysterious Chapter of the Nine Netherworlds Long Night of the Spiritual Treasures Raising Corpses and Saving the Dead..."

"It's still a Xuanmen orthodox one."

Qi Wuhuo's soul vaguely felt a cold air wandering in the void, and heard the words:

"The Mysterious Chapter of the Nine Netherworlds Long Night of the Spiritual Treasures Raising Corpses and Saving the Dead?"

The old man answered nonchalantly, “Yes.”

"The soul travels through the five realms, and the spirit returns to nothingness. In the endless nine underworlds, it experiences the three hells of endless calamities."

"This is a method that ultimately seeks to liberate oneself, to eliminate the sins of thirty thousand kalpas of birth and death, and to achieve immortality."

"Well, it's orthodox."

Qi Wuhuo asked: "Why would someone in the orthodox tradition do something like killing people and taking their life?"

The old man put down the six-sided white jade pillar and shook his head, saying, "Which is right and which is wrong?"

"When evil people use righteous methods, righteous methods become evil; when righteous people use evil methods, evil methods become righteous."

"He used the mysterious magic method to kill people and take away their lives. He was sneaky and used the gold tainted with the aura of the underworld as a cover. Otherwise, he would have been discovered by the [North Pole Exorcism Institute] and killed. He would have been struck by lightning and his soul would have been scattered."

"However, these ghosts..."

The old man looked up at the dozen or so ghosts who were controlled by Tan Tai Xuan and had lost their true spiritual consciousness.

The fingers of the right hand are originally raised, performing the act of salvation.

He paused for a moment, thought for a moment, then said jokingly:

"You killed this evil cultivator, so you should bear the consequences."

"Huh?! Me?"

Qi Wuhuo was stunned.

He subconsciously pointed at himself, looked at the sky, and said, "I don't have any method yet, how can I help them?"

The old man stroked his beard and thought, it only means helping, not restraining or eliminating these ghosts.

Judging from the murderous aura on him, he must have killed the evil cultivator personally.

Can kill and can cross.

Those who have the heart to punish evil spirits and the thought to save all living beings are the people of Taoism.

The old man jokingly said: "Why don't you play the piano for them, maybe they can remember their past?"

Qi Wuhuo raised his head, and his soul could vaguely see those ghosts that had lost their original sanity.

Seeing their eyes turn red, the aura of [God] becomes crazy.

It seemed that he would kill anyone if they disagreed with him, but for some reason, he seemed particularly honest in this yard.

Looks crazy.

But he didn't move.

The contrast is so great that it is almost surprising.

Although Qi Wuhuo didn't know the method, he believed it since the old man said it.

He raised his hand and took out the zither given by Li Puyu. This was a standard zither bought from a zither shop in the city. The purpose was to make students familiar with the fingering. The quality of the zither was just ordinary. Qi Wuhuo sat under the plum tree and pressed his fingers on the strings. Then he thought again that ordinary zither sounds could not bring back his spirituality. He should use the power of his soul. He drooped his eyes slightly and mobilized his soul.

The sound of the piano suddenly rose.

Those ghosts and spirits suddenly became clear-headed.

…

At the same time, after Tao Taigong killed the remnant soul, he returned to the land veins under his jurisdiction and suddenly noticed a slight movement in the cold wind.

Listening again, I could faintly hear the sound of a piano.

"Alas?"

"This is……"

"Who is playing the piano...?"

"Let's go and have a look, don't let any more trouble happen."

His mind moved slightly, and he started to use the art of escaping underground, following the sound of the piano.