Chapter 212 Setting up an altar at the entrance to the underworld to perform rituals
After an incense stick had burned, Ning Bao left the underworld with Shen Muyang and Lingling, completely satisfied.
But before he could even rejoice as he stepped out of the gates of the underworld, Shen Muyang felt dizzy and his soul began to dissipate.
"Brother Muyang!" Ningbao sensed something was wrong and immediately threw out a Soul-Locking Talisman. The Soul-Locking Talisman entered Shen Muyang's body, and Shen Muyang's soul instantly stopped dissipating, but he entered a deep sleep.
Ning Bao was a little anxious looking at Shen Muyang's sleeping spirit, so she quickly went forward to check on him.
At this moment, Lingling also sensed something was wrong. After gathering its spiritual power for a moment,
"Master, I sensed a different aura..."
Ning Bao frowned.
"I felt it too; it seemed to carry a hint of evil."
"Oh no! That person has set up an altar and performed a ritual again!"
Without a second thought, Ning Bao took out a long table and some incense and paper money, and then took out her peach wood sword to set up an altar at the entrance of the underworld to perform a ritual.
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In the capital city, in that secluded yet luxurious courtyard, the old Taoist priest was diligently wielding his peach wood sword.
Today's religious ceremony was not requested by the patron, and yesterday, after learning that the prince had no chance of survival, the patron went back to celebrate in high spirits.
Today's ritual was entirely performed by him for himself; he doesn't know why his life force keeps dissipating.
The luck he used to steal from the young master of the Shen family is also dwindling.
This made him feel very uneasy; the person was clearly dead, so in theory his rituals should have been completed.
People often say, "When a person dies, all debts are settled." The same applies to matters of life and fortune. Once a person dies, whatever they have taken or stolen is theirs.
He hadn't expected the death of the Shen family's heir to have such a powerful effect. He was a little panicked today, so he set up an altar and performed a ritual, using his unique magic weapon. No matter how powerful the ghost was, it couldn't escape his magic weapon.
Just when he thought his ritual was successful, he suddenly felt dizzy and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"puff!"
"How could this happen? It was definitely a success!"
"Could it be... that someone with even greater magical power has intervened?"
"But that shouldn't be the case. When did someone with even greater magical power than him appear in the Dragon Origin Kingdom?"
The old Taoist was very frustrated. He had always prided himself on being the most skilled Taoist in the Longyuan Kingdom, even surpassing the Taoist abbot of the famous Sanqing Taoist Temple, the birthplace of Taoism.
"Pfft!" He spat out another mouthful of blood, and the old Taoist's face turned deathly pale, his body swaying precariously.
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At the same time, Ningbao wiped the sweat from her forehead at the entrance of the underworld. Seeing that her face was a little pale, Lingling quickly ran behind Ningbao and let her lean on it to rest.
After resting for a while, Ning Bao looked at Shen Muyang, who had recovered considerably inside the Soul-Locking Talisman, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Lingling, who do you think performed this? I've never heard Master mention anyone with such high-level Taoist skills in Longyuan Kingdom before."
Lingling glanced coldly in the direction of the capital.
“Master, in Lingling’s heart, let alone a small country like Longyuan, your cultivation is second to none in the world.”
As for this person today, no matter how powerful he is, he's a heretic, spending his days playing these crooked and harmful tricks. He doesn't deserve to live in this world.
"Yes!" Ningbao clenched her little fist and waved it vigorously.
"Master said that crooked paths and evil ways will never last long, and evil can never suppress righteousness."
"I, Ning Bao... I, Mu Wanning, am the righteous one. One day I will catch this evil one and then beat him to a pulp."
After Ningbao had rested enough, she quickly placed Shen Muyang's spirit into the soul-nourishing chamber.
"Lingling, let's go back quickly. This time, Brother Muyang's soul was injured. Although it can recover a lot in the Soul Nourishing Talisman, the magic used by the person who performed this ritual is quite special. It can not only harm Brother Muyang's spirit, but also affect Brother Muyang's physical body."
Therefore, we must hurry and send Brother Muyang's soul back to his body, otherwise it's hard to say whether he will be able to return in the future.
After Ning Bao finished speaking, she prepared to stand up and tidy up the altar table that had just been used for the ritual.
Suddenly, with a creak, the gates of the underworld opened again.
Black and White Impermanence emerged from inside, their faces filled with anxiety.
Ning Bao raised an eyebrow when she saw Hei Bai Wuchang, while Hei Bai Wuchang paused for a moment when they saw Ning Bao.
Bai Wuchang quickly went to Ning Bao's side.
"Oh my, little miss, what are you doing here?"
Ningbao looked around.
"White Impermanence, can't Ning Bao be here?"
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