The old monk stopped and looked at Chu Mu who was standing in the pile of weeds with Chi Ruisi.
The masters of the Metaphysical Society also rushed over.
The old Taoist priest's eyes were filled with suspicion: "He's praying for the soul? Praying for the soul doesn't require rituals? He hasn't even taken out any of his magical instruments, has he?"
There was a man in a black robe with short hair who made no secret of his arrogance:
"Young man, it's not easy to gain such great merit as salvation. If you don't do it properly, it will definitely backfire on you. Why not leave this matter to us elders?"
"Shut up." Chi Xiusi looked at the man. The deep shadow under his brow made him look ghostly.
The man in black practiced the way of evil, and had a fierce aura in his body, which could easily intimidate the evil spirits of ordinary people. However, when facing Chi Ruisi, he was so scared that he restrained all his aura.
The man in black gasped and instinctively took two steps back.
The noise of the crowd did not affect Chu Mu.
He silently recited the mantra for rebirth and watched with his own eyes as golden spots of light emerged from the waste mud, rocks and grass.
The light spots floated like stars to Chu Mu's head, where they gathered into a small section of the Milky Way.
Everyone in the Metaphysics Society fell silent, staring at the mysterious scene before them in disbelief.
The light spot circled around Chu Mu several times, and finally flew up into the air reluctantly and disappeared.
The old monk's demeanor had completely changed, and he bowed respectfully to Chu Mu.
"My name is Liaoji. I'm amazed that you've liberated so many souls without using any instruments or formations. I'd like to ask, where did you learn from?"
Chu Mu smiled and said, "My master has already withdrawn from the world, so I can't tell you."
Monk Liaoji looked regretful and said, "Alas, the opportunity has not come yet. What a pity."
"My friend," the old Taoist priest asked with a hint of probing in his tone, "how did you accomplish that salvation?"
Chu Mu quickly weighed the pros and cons and thought to himself:
Since these people think my talismans were given to me by a master, I might as well take advantage of their tricks. This way, I can cling to their power without being forced to do hard labor every time.
Chu Mu's abacus was ticking loudly, and the smile on his face widened a little: "Because Master taught me the complete mantra of rebirth."
"What? Isn't our current Rebirth Mantra complete?"
"Yes, I've been chanting the Amitabha Sutra since I was a child. I've never heard of it being incomplete."
"My friend, you are not trying to trick us, are you?"
Chu Mu shook his head and said, "There are two volumes of the Rebirth Mantra: the lower volume and the lower volume. The one that is circulated in the world is the lower volume. My master said that I am the only one who knows the upper volume now."
The information revealed in these words was shocking enough that all the masters in the metaphysics circle were shocked.
Then he started to brag about himself crazily and tried to recruit people to join him.
"Donor, the world is in danger now, and the empire is about to collapse. Young people like you are exactly what we need."
"My friend, you've seen it too. When the spiritual energy is depleted, so many ghosts and monsters appear. We, the people of Xuanmen, are in urgent need of fresh blood."
"Comrade Chu Mu, on behalf of the National Xuanmen Agency, I invite you to join us."
Chu Mu didn't pay attention to what the previous people said, but the words of the last square-faced man caught his attention.
He seemed to be asking seriously: "What benefits will I get if I join?"
Under the eager gaze of the people around him, the square-faced man made up his mind to offer the highest treatment:
"You can enjoy a stable salary, five social insurances and one housing fund, as well as travel allowances and year-end performance bonuses. In any city across the country, if you want to buy a house, just tell us and we'll arrange it immediately."
"Chu Mu," Chi Xiusi suddenly said, "I solemnly hire you to be my bodyguard. If you want a house, I will buy it for you in any city you can find on the map."
Square-faced man: …
"I will provide you with a life assistant, driver, pilot, and captain to meet any of your travel needs."
Square-faced man: .
With such incredible conditions, he even wanted to ask the other party if he still needed bodyguards.
"No," Chu Mu rejected Chi Yusi out of the blue. "Individuals are small, but the country is big. I'd better go and serve the country."
Fang Lian was stunned when he heard this, and then he sighed with shame: "Young comrade lives an upright life. I am ashamed of myself."
"Only a master who can teach such a student can be called a national master. I am ashamed, ashamed—"
Chu Mu almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
The square-faced man straightened his back and almost saluted Chu Mu: "Comrade, please come back to the institute building with us. There are some on-site situations that you need to explain more."
"I'll go too," Chi Ruisi raised his hand. "I'm also an eyewitness and have an obligation to provide firsthand information."
Chi Ruisi spoke so righteously that the square-faced man could not find any reason to refuse.
So, two hours later, Chu Mu and Chi Xiusi appeared together in front of the building of the Metaphysics Society.
"Zhongzhou Religious Culture Media Co., Ltd." Chu Mu read the words above his head and said meaningfully, "Does the country intend to continue to conceal the ghost domain?"
Monk Liaoji sighed: "Alas, we have no choice but to do this now, facing internal and external troubles. We should take it slow and give the people time to adapt."
"This talent show is being broadcast live nationwide, right? How should we handle this?"
"Haha, don't worry about that. Netizens all think it's a script and no one believes it. As for those contestants, the relevant departments will do a good job of comforting them."
Chu Mu was shocked: "Netizens are really staunch materialists."
While Chu Mu was chatting with the old monk, Ah Zhong quietly leaned over to Chi Xisi's ear and said, "Master, there's a myriad mirror inside this building. I can't go in."
The Myriad Mirror, which can see through your body to your soul, is the most powerful magical weapon left in this world.
"Wait outside." Chi Ruisi didn't dare to guarantee whether A Zhong's thousand-year practice could block the Wanxiang Mirror, so it was better to be safe.
As for Chi Xiusi, the old ghost who has existed since the beginning of the world, he is of course full of confidence.
Until he saw himself in the mirror.
"Mr. Chi, what's wrong?" The square-faced man noticed Chi Xiusi's distraction and looked over.
Chi Xiusi was still in the mirror, and the square-faced man didn't notice anything wrong.
Chu Mu couldn't help but take a look inside out of curiosity.
In an instant, he froze in place.
The images they see are different from what others see.
There was a vast white mist in the Wuxiang Mirror. In this vastness, Chu Mu saw himself standing on a sea of corpses and blood, and crawling at his feet was the master of the universe - Fan Ji.
What the hell?
Chu Mu rubbed his eyes hard and the picture disappeared.
Chi Xiusi seemed to have suffered a huge blow, and he twisted his neck stiffly to look at Chu Mu.
Chu Mu was sure that he must have seen the same scene, and suddenly felt a sense of relief in his heart.
Eighteen nightmares, eighteen deaths of broken hearts, why should he be a love-brained person?
Chu Mu raised his chin proudly: "Oh, it seems that your soul wants to be my licking dog."
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