It's no wonder that Changfeng mistook Daoist Changling for Daoist Sanyang's disciple; Daoist Changling looked too young and was clearly a junior.
On the contrary, the white beard on Master Sanyang's body is more convincing.
Upon hearing the introduction from Daoist Sanyang, Changfeng smiled awkwardly and said, "It's all because this servant was blind and couldn't tell the difference."
Master Sanyang didn't care at all, and quietly turned his head to whisper in his ear: "This has nothing to do with you. Actually, if I didn't know the details, I wouldn't be able to believe that my master is already over two hundred years old."
"Sanyang!" Master Changling glanced over indifferently upon hearing the commotion behind him. That single glance silenced Master Sanyang.
Master Sanyang coughed and asked Changfeng, "Has anything happened at the manor in the past three months?"
"It's been relatively peaceful. At least no one has died in the past three months, but there are always ghosts that frighten the people in the manor."
Master Sanyang looked at Master Changling expectantly: "Master, I told you there was another one here. It didn't seem to have much cultivation, but it slipped through my fingers and I couldn't find it. Master, when are we going to perform a ritual to subdue it?"
Master Changling's gaze fell on Changfeng.
Changfeng swallowed hard. "Daoist Master, there's no rush to subdue the ghost. Let's discuss it after we inform the master tomorrow. That ghost..." I'm afraid the master won't agree to take her in.
Master Changling's gaze fell on Master Sanyang, but he remained silent.
Changfeng wiped the sweat from his brow and greeted the two Taoist priests, "The guest rooms in our mansion were just cleaned a few days ago, so please stay there for now. It's getting late, so let's make some more arrangements tomorrow."
"Ahem," Master Sanyang said somewhat embarrassedly, "It is indeed us who have disturbed you, but as long as that ghost does not dissipate, I really cannot rest easy. It is my fault for coming to disturb you."
After making arrangements for the two Taoist priests, Changfeng withdrew.
Inside the guest room, Master Changling's gaze fell upon Master Sanyang with sharp, piercing eyes.
"You said you encountered a difficult situation and asked me to step in, but why didn't you tell me whether the other party wanted you to get involved or not?" Master Changling said with his eyes closed.
"It was all...it was all my own doing. I knew long ago that the ghost must have some connection with the owner of this house, and I wanted to protect it. But humans and ghosts are ultimately different. It's not good for the ghost to stay here, nor is it good for the owner of this house." As Master Sanyang spoke, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Master Changling sighed: "Sanyang, I didn't mean to blame you."
A hint of joy flashed across Master Sanyang's face.
"I just feel that there are some things you need to care about, and some things you shouldn't. They didn't want you to get involved in these things in the first place, but you've gotten deeply involved and tainted yourself with this karma. I don't know if it's good or bad for you." Master Changling shook his head.
"Master—"
"So be it, it's all your own choice. Although it involves me now, perhaps this is my fate. My current cultivation level is not something that these so-called fates can easily influence, but you are different." Master Changling's words were blunt, which made Master Sanyang's face turn pale.
Lu Qingyan, perched atop the locust tree, coldly observed the master and disciple's conversation, while also taking the opportunity to admire Daoist Changling's handsome face. She was currently using only a tiny amount of Yin energy to attach herself to the treetop, which was enough to barely make out what was happening inside.
Suddenly, Lu Qingyan met the gaze of Daoist Changling.
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