The two headless ghosts were suddenly startled. They couldn't see because they had no heads, and the sudden sound of human voices startled them. They dropped the tree trunk, waved their hands, and ran away.
At the same time, the female ghost who was squatting on the treetop outside, enjoying the eerie wind, screamed and drifted away into the distance.
These ghosts weren't very powerful, and apart from coveting his pure Yin body every day, they didn't do anything bad, so the Taoist priest turned a blind eye and let them roam around the temple.
Chen Ke wasn't a professional Taoist priest who could subdue ghosts and demons at will, so he naturally didn't stop them from having any ideas.
As for those ghosts that only appeared after the Taoist priest had passed away, Chen Ke generously took out his wooden fish stick, struck the wooden fish once, and directly rewarded them with ten points of merit!
The evil spirits were instantly annihilated, and visibility in front of the Taoist temple improved in an instant.
I forgot to mention that Chen Ke's wooden fish, when struck backwards, generates ten points of merit. No matter how powerful the ghost is, if it is struck a dozen times, can you withstand it?
After paying his respects at the Taoist priest's grave, Chen Ke began his journey down the mountain.
He wanted to see the outside world on behalf of the original owner.
The Taoist temple was built deep in the mountains. Chen Ke walked down the mountain along the path by moonlight. He inevitably encountered one or two wild ghosts in the mountains. He didn't care about those he could scare away. But if they insisted on eating his flesh, Chen Ke would give them a wooden fish stick.
In the early hours of the morning, Chen Ke finally finished walking along the small path and arrived at a winding mountain road.
Chen Ke couldn't wait to step onto the highway, thinking that he could finally walk on the main road. Suddenly, a bright white light shot out from behind him, followed by a screeching sound as a black sedan came to a sudden stop two hundred meters away from him.
Chen Ke was puzzled. Even if the car suddenly came from around the corner, it shouldn't have braked so suddenly from this distance, right?
After the unlicensed car stopped and remained motionless for a long time, Chen Ke went forward to check.
Through the windshield, Chen Ke saw the driver slumped over the steering wheel.
"Knock knock knock..." Chen Ke knocked on the car window.
"Ah! Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!" The driver inside seemed to be terrified, but the two wildly swinging objects were pointing towards the opposite window.
Chen Ke squatted down in confusion and looked down, his gaze meeting that of the reincarnated ghost perched on the opposite window.
The little devil bared its teeth at Chen Ke, who silently took out a wooden fish. The little devil seemed to sense something and drifted away unwillingly.
Chen Ke knocked on the car window again, and the person lying down suddenly woke up. He looked up in fear and, after confirming that it seemed to be a young Taoist priest in a Taoist robe outside the window, he breathed a sigh of relief and lowered the window.
"Can I get a ride?" Chen Ke asked directly. After all, he had just helped him out, so asking for a ride wasn't unreasonable, was it?
"Sure, sure, young man, you can sit in the passenger seat, come on in." The middle-aged man seemed very enthusiastic.
Only after Chen Ke sat in the passenger seat did the middle-aged man wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and nervously ask, "I... my name is Zhu Dahai. What's your surname, young master? Where are you going?"
The man seemed to really like Chen Ke's Taoist robe, looking at it again and again, his eyes filled with a sense of security.
"Your surname is Chen, go down the mountain."
"Then we're going the same way, we're going the same way."
Along the way, Zhu Dahai seemed very curious about Chen Ke, asking him if he was a real Taoist priest, and also asking him if he had been practicing for several years at such a young age, and if he really knew magic, the kind that could truly catch ghosts.
Chen Ke noticed that Zhu Dahai's face was pale and the nameless fire on both shoulders was weak, which was a clear sign that he was being haunted by a ghost. It seemed that besides the little ghost that Chen Ke had just driven away, there should be another one in the house.
Looking at the five hundred merits above the man's head, Chen Ke nodded with certainty, "I know a little bit about it."
"Then, how much does the Taoist priest charge?"
"Charity is charged, price is set at twenty per ghost." Chen Ke originally wanted to say fifty, but attacking a ghost only cost him ten merits, so if it cost fifty, the difference would be too much profit.
Wouldn't that make someone a dishonest middleman?
"Collecting, collecting merit? How do I collect it? Do I need to donate to the merit box?" Zhu Dahai was familiar with donating to the merit box. In the past, when he went to the temple to offer the first incense, he would scan the QR code on the merit box.
"No, it is the merit of your good deeds and virtuous acts."
"Huh? This? I have no problem with that, but can the young master make a living with this?" This sounds so mysterious, could it be that they've found someone with real skills this time?
"That's none of your concern," Chen Ke said, then closed his eyes to rest.
The original owner was in the Taoist temple, and the Chen family ignored him and wanted him to bring about his own destruction. In this way, the Chen family would not only not have to bear any guilt, but Chen Daozhi would also benefit from the original owner's merits and good fortune, making everything he did twice as effective.
However, now that Chen Ke has entered this body, as long as he continues to gain merit, the more merit he accumulates, the better he lives. Conversely, Chen Daozhi will not have everything go smoothly as before.
Once they realize what's happening, they'll rush over to him in a panic.
Seeing that Chen Ke closed his eyes and remained silent, Zhu Dahai also quieted down, but quickened his pace down the mountain.
He was just a moderately famous nouveau riche who had been married to his wife for ten years without having a child. He had even considered adopting one from an orphanage, but his wife disagreed.
Then, from some unknown folk remedy, he learned that raising a ghost child could help one conceive. His wife, desperate for a child, actually started raising a ghost child at home. It was a fully formed baby in a glass bottle, which his wife worshipped daily by burning incense and bathing.
A year later, his wife indeed became pregnant, but strange things began to happen in the family. Zhu Dahai invited countless experts to perform rituals, but to no avail, and he spent a lot of money.
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