I remembered the fellow practitioner I met last time when I was catching ghosts. That young man was very honest and simple-minded. He drew a large enough formation and set up the altar. I watched the whole thing and thought it was very novel, because my master had never taught me these things.
He lured the target evil spirit into the magic circle, and then used red ropes, chicken blood, cinnabar and other things to fight with the evil spirit for a long time. I was a little excited watching it. It was exactly the same as what I saw in the movie!
The evil ghost was defeated and was about to escape. It seemed to notice me and ran towards me. I was a little annoyed. It acted as if I was the biggest flaw in this formation.
So I punched it in the face, then grabbed its hair and beat it up.
The young fellow stared at me blankly, as if I were the evil spirit.
He asked my name and left in a hurry. I felt indescribably sad. When Qi said the three words "Taiping Dao" for me, his face was full of shock, contempt, and even disgust...
"Master has ordered that we must not get into conflict with the evil...fellow Taoists of the Taiping Dao while we are outside." He changed his words halfway through, but I could still understand what he was going to say.
Ever since Master allowed Senior Sister and Brother to bring those evil spirits to destroy our fellow Daoists' territory, the name of our sect seems to have become taboo.
The car suddenly stopped, interrupting my thoughts. The master opened the door and got out of the car, leading us towards the mountain. Behind us were countless evil spirits. I even started to imagine whether the master was going to destroy some sect that he disliked.
After about half an hour, we arrived at a mountain temple located halfway up the mountain. It seemed deserted, but a hunchbacked temple priest came out of a small hut nearby. He struggled to get closer to look at the master. The master took out something to show him, and he turned around and went back to his own hut.
As the sky gradually darkened, the master began to tell us about the Xuanqing Division.
This is the second time I heard this name. The first time was when my master blackmailed those people. The leaders of those sects seemed to be a little afraid of Xuan Qingsi.
"Xuanqingsi has existed for hundreds of years. This organization is basically composed of hidden masters with powerful strength." Master looked at us, and I noticed that he looked at my second senior brother twice more when he said this.
"Of course, your master, I am also a master in this organization." The master's habit of bragging remained unchanged. "But the Xuanqingsi organization...is almost gone."
He kept talking on and on, saying that the Xuanqingsi were indeed full of powerful figures, at least in the past, but there was a strange rule in this organization, which was that it was passed down from generation to generation, and unless the sect died out, someone had to come out to inherit the position in the Xuanqingsi.
The first generation of Xuanqingsi signed a contract with the underworld, exercising the underworld's duties in the human world. However, those who joined the Xuanqingsi did not live long. Some were killed by evil spirits that escaped from the underworld, and some died prematurely from being exposed to too much cold and gloomy energy from the Netherworld. Over the past few hundred years, even some of the earliest sects had been wiped out.
Those ordinary sects outside are either for fame or for power, they are all rookies, but most of them still know the existence of Xuanqingsi, so my problem was solved smoothly last time, one is because of the identity of the master, and the other is that he invited helpers.
I personally think the most important one is actually the third one. Those sects really cannot withstand the revenge of the master who does not abide by martial ethics.
Just after the popular science lecture, another person came up the mountain. This person had gray hair and a square face. He just took a look, walked forward a few steps and grabbed the collar of the master: "Fang Zhiyi, are you crazy?" He was surprisingly angry.
The third brother was about to take action, but he saw the master waving at us.
A cold female voice came from afar: "The ghost messenger has come five times and is becoming increasingly impatient. Fellow Daoist Fang, what are you thinking?"
I turned around and saw a woman with a high ponytail walking slowly towards me. She was wearing a loose Taoist robe and had a cold expression on her face.
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