"You choose the path to hell when there's a way to heaven! You're courting death!" Zhang Shimian sneered, stepped forward, and drew his peach wood sword to stab the shadowy figure that had become a demon.
The evil spirit couldn't dodge in time and crashed directly into the peach wood sword, letting out a miserable scream. A lot of the solid ghost power on its body immediately dissipated, and a short figure was vaguely revealed.
The figure was only 1.1 meters tall, and at first glance looked like a seven or eight-year-old child, but his face was unusually mature, which was very incongruous with his height.
He clutched his arm, glared fiercely at Zhang Shimian and Nan Yuanman, and decisively turned and ran away!
As long as the green hills remain, there's always hope! Those two stinking Taoist priests will just wait! He'll definitely get his revenge someday!
Nan Yuanman wouldn't give him a chance to escape, so she decisively threw Xiao Hong out. She recently discovered that the more things Xiao Hong absorbed that contained yin energy, the faster the cracks in her coffin lid would heal!
What could be more sinister than a demon?
When Zhang Shimian first saw the small coffin, a chill ran down his spine, and he felt as if he were being watched by a ferocious beast. He quickly stopped them, saying, "Wait! Yuanman! He can't be killed!"
Xiao Hong, who had already opened the coffin lid and was about to swallow the evil spirit whole, heard this and, with a thud, pinned down the evil spirit that was trying to escape.
The evil spirit let out a miserable scream, lay on the ground, and struggled desperately like a turtle. Its ghostly energy was completely absorbed by Xiao Hong, and its complete appearance, which had been hidden in the ghostly energy, was revealed.
While Nan Yuanman was fighting the evil spirit, the old woman was already so frightened that she hugged Li Meilin tightly. The two of them huddled behind the sofa, not daring to make a sound, for fear of being targeted by the evil spirit.
After the evil spirit was suppressed, the old woman cautiously peeked out. When she saw the face of the evil spirit lying on the ground, her pupils suddenly contracted, and she quickly pulled her head back in.
Nan Yuanman looked at Zhang Shimian in confusion: "Why can't we kill him?"
“This person has fallen into evil spirits. He was the one who first harbored murderous intent towards me, so we have a karmic connection. I will not be punished if I kill him.”
Zhang Shimian broke out in a cold sweat: "We can't calculate it like that. The best way for us to deal with evil spirits is to suppress and deliver them to the afterlife, or send them to hell to be punished. Once we kill a ghost, even if we don't suffer punishment in this life, we will still lose our good karma."
"Moreover, you still need to accumulate merit for Old Master Nan, so you can't be killed."
"Of course, special cases can be handled in a special way. For example, if a demon has completely lost his mind and has already taken lives, then he can be killed. Killing him can also accumulate merit."
"His words haven't had a chance to harm anyone yet, and he hasn't taken any lives, so he can't be killed yet."
“I understand.” Nan Yuanman listened attentively, his round face unusually serious as he nodded: “Then in the future, when I encounter evil spirits, I will try to reason with them properly, and if I really can’t get through to them, I will send them to hell.”
Anyway, physical rituals for the deceased also count as rituals for the deceased!
Zhang Shimian said with a look of satisfaction, "This child is teachable."
"Then I'll send him to where he needs to go first." Although Nan Yuanman was a little disappointed that Xiao Hong couldn't eat the evil spirit, it was still important to accumulate merit for his grandfather.
"Send it now?" Zhang Shimian was stunned for a moment. He was about to ask her if she wanted to start the ritual right now to help the deceased pass on when he saw Nan Yuanman skillfully take out a stack of paper money, three incense sticks, and a small iron basin from her small handbag.
Nan Yuanman threw the paper money into the small iron basin, lit it, and then lit incense.
Immediately afterwards, a bronze door that looked very familiar to him slowly appeared in front of Nan Yuanman. The door opened, and a ghost messenger holding a white stick walked out.
Zhang Shimian: "???"
Wait a minute, are underworld messengers summoned so easily?
Shouldn't one first purify oneself, then set up an altar and perform rituals, and only after being invited three or four times will one be invited to come up?
How come the underworld officials came up without even having to burn paper money, light incense, or perform any rituals?
Is that correct?
The underworld official, holding a stack of paper money that Nan Yuanman had just burned, greeted her with a smile: "Little Yuanman, what can I do for you?"
"Uncle Fan! There's a demon here that's been dead for many years. Could you please take it away?" Nan Yuanman pointed in the direction where Xiao Hong was.
"It's nothing." Fan Wujiu glanced at it, and in the blink of an eye, the white stick in his hand transformed into a soul-hooking lock. As Xiao Hong slowly moved away, he grabbed the evil spirit's soul, dragged the dying evil spirit over, and led it to the gates of hell.
As the gates of hell slowly closed, Fan Wujiu's smiling voice rang out: "Little Yuanman, remember to call me again if there are any good things like this in the future~ Uncle Fan will definitely arrive faster than the other ghosts!"
Nan Yuanman: "Okay, okay."
Zhang Shimian silently approached Nan Yuanman, looking at her with a deep, unsettling gaze.
Nan Yuanman turned her head and met his resentful gaze: "?"
Zhang Shimian: "How did you do that? You got those adults up here so easily."
Nan Yuanman scratched his head, looking bewildered: "I don't know, you just light incense and burn paper money to invite it up, oh right, and you have to be sincere!"
Zhang Shimian: "..."
Isn't he sincere? Every time he invites the spirit messengers, he prepares plenty of offerings and paper money, and even purifies himself before opening the altar! It's all very ritualistic!
And the result?!
Zhang Shimian wiped his face. "Never mind, too much trouble will only bring tears." He took a deep breath and looked at the two women still hiding behind the sofa: "Alright, you can come out now."
After a long while, a head cautiously peeked out from behind the sofa. Li Meilin clung to the sofa, looking around, and asked tremblingly, "Is it...is it resolved?"
Zhang Shimian: "Yes, the evil spirit has been sent away."
Upon hearing this, the old woman shoved Li Meilin aside and ran towards Luo Yang, who was lying on the ground, shouting, "Oh dear! My dear grandson! You mustn't get hurt!"
Li Meilin stumbled from the push, then grabbed the back of the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at Luo Yang worriedly, then at Nan Yuanman apologetically, and asked with pursed lips, "Little Fairy, Master Zhang, has my son's soul returned? When will he wake up? Will it affect his future life?"
“His soul has returned. He will wake up tonight. Let him bask in the sun these next couple of days to dispel the yin energy. He was possessed by a ghost, which brought him bad luck and will definitely affect his future life. Let him do more good deeds and be less curious,” Zhang Shimian said irritably.
"Alright, I've taken care of your business. Tell Mr. Luo to transfer the money to me when he gets back tonight. I'm leaving now."
Zhang Shimian was thoroughly fed up with this family and didn't want Nan Yuanman to stay with them any longer. As soon as the matter was resolved, he couldn't wait to leave.
Li Meilin knew they hadn't been very hospitable today, but in this family, the husband and mother-in-law usually made the decisions, and she had very little say. She quickly tidied her hair, put on a beige coat, and chased after them, saying, "I'll see you off."
Li Meilin escorted him all the way to the entrance of the residential complex, her face full of apologies: "Master Zhang, Little Fairy, I'm so sorry about today, my mother-in-law..."
"It's nothing, it's resolved as long as it's taken care of." Zhang Shimian waved his hand.
Nan Yuanman held Feng Congqian's hand, glancing at Li Meilin every now and then. Li Meilin awkwardly tidied her hair, then looked down at Nan Yuanman with a gentle smile: "Little fairy, thank you very much today."
Nan Yuanman shook his head, stared at her nose, then glanced at her forehead, and couldn't help but say, "Sister, you'd better stay away from your partner recently, he will bring you bloodshed!"
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