When Qi Wuhuo closed the door, the enthusiasm outside suddenly became quiet and almost awkward.

Although the door was low, it gave an inexplicable feeling of "blocking one's sight".

There were many people outside the courtyard. They were either wealthy officials or rich people in the town. They were also the most well-informed people in the whole town. They were first shocked by the strong wind that enveloped the whole town today. Then, when those who went to the Li family for the banquet left, the news that Qi Wuhuo and the mountain god were on good terms spread quickly.

They were surprised and couldn't believe it.

Then, with the uneasiness of having looked down on this young man in the past, and the desire to have some chance to become an immortal, he

With a daughter of appropriate age at home.

Wearing the finest silk clothes like an immortal.

Carrying a gift that was more valuable than the entire house of this poor family who had made friends with the immortal.

He forced a bright and enthusiastic smile on his face and said, "Come here."

I want to establish a good relationship.

But I got a big rejection!

"Really, what a rude person!"

"What a self-righteous fool!"

"I thought I had some friendship with that mountain god, so I thought I was arrogant. I don't know my own weight. I even dared to be rude to me. I wish you a good death, a good death!"

The expressions of these wealthy officials were somewhat stiff and ugly.

What were their positions in this town? How could they have ever been treated like this by a human being?

I felt that I had come here with a "lower posture", but when I saw this shabby-dressed boy still looking up at me, I couldn't help but feel indignant - I had already condescended to come here in person, bringing gifts and expressing my desire to be in a relationship. Shouldn't the boy opposite me be grateful, take the gift, and build a good relationship with me and form a network of friends?

So wouldn't he be like a duck to water in this town?

Even in the city, you can still gain a foothold!

This is a great opportunity no matter who it is. Who knew that this kid would be so arrogant? The reason for his arrogance is that they are not used to being rejected by such a "peasant" and are therefore angry.

But at this moment, even though he was extremely angry and had said all these resentful words, he still had to pretend that everything was fine on his face. He greeted each other with a smile before leaving.

"It seems that Immortal Qi is a little tired today."

"Haha, yes, yes, after all, I went through some unpleasant things today."

"Huh? Why is it a bit cold?"

"Yeah, why did it suddenly become so cold?"

They shivered subconsciously, and when they looked up, they saw that the weather had become cloudy again for some reason, and the wind was blowing, making it chilly. Thinking of what had happened to the Li family in the rumor today, they all shuddered a few times, forced themselves to exchange a few words of greeting, and then said goodbye and left.

But they didn't see that after they left, an old man stood at the entrance of the alley.

He was wearing simple yet luxurious clothes, with a head full of silver hair and holding a wooden staff with delicate textures. He was the land master Tao who had sensed the changes and rushed over. He stroked his beard and looked at the yin energy hovering over the house from afar, his expression becoming solemn: "This is... the yin energy I saw at that time..."

"It turns out that the one I saw before was not that evil cultivator."

"It's the ghost driven by that evil cultivator."

Tao Taigong stroked his beard and sighed.

"What a pity! What a pity! The evil monk used a secret method to refine these souls, and used gold contaminated with the aura of the underworld's ghosts as a trigger to avoid the underworld's sensing of these souls, making the latter think that these souls had been taken away and entered the underworld's rotation. The souls of these people are no longer saveable..."

"Or they will be taken in by the monks to raise soldiers."

"Or be refined."

"Or it will disappear between heaven and earth..."

After all, Tao Taigong has been the God of Fortune and Good Fortune for a long time.

With a sharp eye, he guessed the truth at a glance. He stroked his beard and sighed. Although he had sympathy, he was not strong enough and needed to pay a price. And he had to pay such a price just to extradite ten dead souls.

He doesn't have such a state of mind or awareness yet.

“What a pity.”

"If the person you met was me back then, maybe things would be different."

"No……"

"At that time, I was powerless."

The old man shook his head, laughed at himself, and turned to leave.

At this moment, he suddenly felt some changes and paused slightly.

…

In the courtyard, Qi Wuhuo called himself a poor Taoist for the first time.

The behavior of the young man in blue, and the gentle compassion he showed towards these ghosts.

In the end, they burst out because of the two solemn words "Pin Daoist". They didn't know why. It was obviously the evil Taoist who harmed them before, but now when Qi Wuhuo said these five words "Pin Daoist", they seemed to feel an indescribable sense of peace, as if the young man would definitely do it when he said this.

Not even life or death can stop it.

Many ghosts returned the greeting.

Qi Wuhuo put away the roll of paper that recorded their regrets, then sat in front of the guqin again, put down his ten fingers, and listened to the guqin music. However, he soon found that his own music could only dispel the resentful and crazy aura that had arisen from Tan Tai Xuan's evil magic. What should he do next?

He is not strong enough.

His knowledge is even less.

The old man held the tea and watched him perform. Suddenly he smiled and said, "According to his karma and fulfilling his last wish, this is the way to cross over."

"The highest good, the highest good."

"You can't completely convert them just by playing the zither, right?"

Qi Wuhuo said: "Yes..."

The old man stroked his beard with regret and said, "In the final analysis, your realm is still a little low at the moment."

"To directly cross over to the underworld, a piece of music can convert dozens of souls."

"You still need to raise your realm a little bit before you can do this."

a little?

Cross the underworld and save the souls?

For some reason, Qi Wuhuo didn't even know much about cultivation.

I don’t know how difficult it is to directly cross the underworld and exercise the power of salvation.

I also feel that the usage of the word "slightly" here seems to need some further consideration.

It is probably different from what I understand.

He stood up and bowed, saying, "Please teach me, old man."

The old man stroked his beard and pondered, then smiled gently and said, "It's okay to help you. What you did today is quite in line with my style."

"I'll help you once today."

"If you don't want to be at a loss when encountering problems in the future, you need to intensify your practice."

"This is not a teaching, so it is not considered a breach of promise."

"Breaking my promise? Preaching? Haha, no, no."

The old man said jokingly.

Then he seemed to be thinking about how to help, stroked his beard and pondered, and said: "How about this."

“While playing the zither, circulate your vital energy in your mouth and chant along with me.”

Qi Wuhuo was surprised: "Is it enough to just recite it?"

The old man smiled and said, "Of course."

The old man saw that he was ready and began to recite four words.

Qi Wuhuo's piano playing paused slightly.

Lowering his eyes, he played the piano.

Open your mouth and follow the old man's chanting -

Outside the alley, the God of Land, who was about to leave, paused for a moment. He suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of breathing being suppressed. For some reason, he became extremely anxious and could not calm down.

When things change, leave!

Without hesitation, he turned around and walked away quickly.

After walking a few dozen steps, I felt my vital energy stagnate, with a faint sign of flowing backwards, and all things gathered together.

Grit your teeth and move forward.

After another ten steps, when Tao Taigong lifted his foot, he could no longer move forward.

In the eyes of a practitioner like him, everything seemed normal, people walking on the road, talking about trivial matters, birds flying over the town, and smoke rising from cooking; but on another level, everything seemed to have stopped, the entire town, or at least the vital energy of this world stopped flowing, as if it was left on the picture, as if it was sealed in amber.

It cannot be seen, heard, or spoken.

Moving and not moving.

Action and inaction.

The completely opposite rhymes of Tao seemed to overlap at this moment.

Suddenly, a sound of a piano seemed to tear apart the silence and break the situation.

Clang!!!

The land god Tao Taigong turned around suddenly.

Rapid breathing.

The world is quiet.

The sound of wind blows through the plum branches.

There are the sounds of the piano, the world is still the same, and there are the clear and gentle voices of young people, like this -

"The Supreme Command."

This was the first time he recited the Taoist scriptures.

The first words spoken.

Just these four words, the breeze is light and the clouds are calm.

Magnificent and magnificent!

Tao Taigong's pupils suddenly contracted, but he only felt his scalp tingling.

Step back.

The emotions in my heart are very exciting.

He seemed unable to hold on to his cane and it fell to the ground.