Chapter 89: Extreme Yang Evil Spirit

What, you say this house has formed an evil spirit? This isn't a joke, is it?" I was greatly startled.

Pangzi nodded firmly: "Yes, this house has given birth to an evil spirit; if we don't get rid of it soon, the feng shui simply cannot be changed."

The evil spirit Pangzi spoke of refers to the residence's spirit formed when prolonged yang evil troubled it, the evil energy gaining sentience and coalescing into a spiritual body. As for evil energy, I think many understand—for example, utility poles or stubborn stone mounds beside a house; if their placement is wrong, they produce evil energy that troubles the homeowner.

However, it is rare for evil energy to condense into an evil spirit. Since evil energy differs from resentful energy, the yearly flow and the rotation of the duty star can cause it to dissipate. Unless there truly is a place of extreme yin and extreme yang—a dead land—where the residence is long subjected to the scorching yang aura, only then could an evil spirit form.

Without a doubt, after the Five Ghosts period passed and they still refused to demolish the house, the residence shifted from partial yin to extreme yang; after a century of buildup, it has become a dead land.

Since it is a dead land, giving birth to an evil spirit is not impossible.

"What should we do now?" I said, my mood wasn't exactly heavy, but worry was certainly present.

An evil spirit differs from ordinary ghostly spirits; both yin and yang are extremely domineering. Put simply, it is a spiritual body formed from a kind of "qi," like the three-legged golden crow of myth, conceived within the sun; its domineering nature cannot be matched by human strength.

"So I've been fiddling with all this—setting up formations, and the Nine Dragons Making Water..." Pangzi said solemnly.

When Pangzi entered the residence today, he immediately sensed something abnormal; the Huaguang Lineage's arts are extremely domineering and highly sensitive to pure yang things. After a brief analysis of the terrain and the flow of qi, he knew the house had already formed an evil spirit.

Afterwards, Pangzi had Fan Wuchang's subordinates scatter water mixed with Five Yin Wood inside the house, because this yang evil is extremely averse to yin things. Since spiritual objects have special feelings for their native grounds, Pangzi didn't hope a single bucket would drive it out; he only wished to make it uncomfortable for a while, or perhaps drive it away.

Such an evil spirit is a disaster wherever it goes. An extreme-yang evil spirit can destroy all things; an extreme-yin evil spirit can turn everywhere it passes into ice, becoming a dead land.

"Such an evil spirit born from feng shui is extremely hard to eradicate; it needs the aid of a formation." Pangzi pointed at the well: "That's why I dug a well here and used the Nine Dragons Making Water to draw water into it. I've calculated that this dry well lies at the residence's extreme yin point and is also the Dead Gate among the Eight Gates, able to reach the netherworld. As long as we drive the evil spirit out and guide it into this well, using yin qi to melt its yang qi, it will naturally be destroyed."

"How to lure it out? We don't even know which corner of the house the evil spirit hides in, and even if we forced it out, we couldn't strike it!" I spoke the truth; Daoist talisman arts actually possess a certain yang nature, otherwise how could they restrain yin spirits?

"Naturally, I will lure it out, then you fight it!" Pangzi raised his brows and said: "You forgot—your Yinshan Sect is the most yin-heavy school within Daoism..."

I suddenly understood—no wonder the dead Pangzi insisted I bring the Yinshan Order Flag.

"Come on, let's go in now!" Pangzi waved his hand and walked into the residence.

After entering, I quietly took the flag in hand and carefully used my spiritual sense to feel every part of the house.

Yet, even after focusing all my spirit, I felt no abnormal qi in the house—of course, heat was certainly present, after all, this residence is a dead land.

"Heh heh, there's none now, but there will be soon!" Pangzi gave a lewd smile and pulled something from his bosom.

When I got a clear look at the thing, the corner of my mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"Pang Grandpa, we're not brawling in the street—why did you bring a brick?" I stared at the black, lusterless brick in Pangzi's hand, the corner of my mouth twitching at a forty-five angle in a steady rhythm.

"What the hell, what's that look? I tell you, this isn't an ordinary brick." Pangzi's expression was very solemn, his tone grave: "This is a brick that has been sacrificed and refined."

I... frankly, isn't it just a brick? Or like coal, black and lusterless.

"Damn... this is the Huaguang Emperor's gold brick. If you keep looking at this brick with that eyes, believe me I'll smack you dead with one brick!" Pangzi brandished his fists and corrected: "Three eyes on the forehead penetrate the three realms, holding the gold brick subdues evil essences, around him emanates Samadhi fire, from his pouch he dispatches fire crow soldiers... My Huaguang's Master Invocation Total Spell you certainly know, yet you're still putting on an act here."

I glanced at him: "Isn't it still just a brick?"

In In Search of the Supernatural, there is indeed a record of the gold brick in Huaguang Emperor's hand; his third incarnation is the son of the Crimson Flame Demon King of the Dou Zhi Palace, the Spiritual Radiance Heavenly King. The gold brick was refined by the Spiritual Radiance Heavenly King deceitfully taking a demon king's golden dagger. In later Huaguang disciples' magical implements, gold bricks do indeed exist... but the gold brick in Pangzi's hand looks at first glance like a big handful snatched from a coal pit.

Seeing Pangzi brandish his fists, glaring at me with resentment, posing like a man whose anger makes blood spill five steps, I quickly changed the subject, urging: "Hurry up and lure out the evil spirit—my feet are going numb from waiting."

At that moment, Pangzi finally remembered the matter at hand, and without diversion he muttered to me: "I'll explain later; this is a gold brick, not a fire brick."

I rolled my eyes; whatever gold or dirt brick, if it can smack a rat dead, it's a good brick.

"I invoke the imperial decree to seal the Five Manifest Huaguang Emperor..." At this moment, Pangzi placed the gold brick from his hand on the table, activated the Seal Finger, and chanted the Huaguang Technique.

As Pangzi's chant rose, a fiery red mist rose from his head; the mist looked thin, like a wisp of green smoke, but it certainly existed and its aura was extremely hot.

Besides heat rising from the brick, Pangzi's body turned completely red, giving me the impression... like he was being roasted.

At first I didn't understand what Pangzi was doing, but after a moment I realized: he was using himself and the gold brick as a medium to draw out the evil spirit hidden in the residence.

It is now night, with not a ray of sunshine. Moreover, the residence's surroundings have been sprayed with water mixed with Five Yin Wood. In this environment devoid of yang qi, the evil spirit must be feeling extremely stifled.

Now Pangzi directly performed the sacrifice and refinement of the gold brick within the residence, and also cultivated the Fire Technique. Huaguang martial arts have always been extremely yang-heavy and domineering; in this setting, there is no doubt it brings a glimmer of bright dawn to the evil spirit lurking in darkness.

Pangzi's body grew hotter and hotter; even I, standing beside him, could feel that scorching aura. Then, at that moment, a surge of air that made me extremely uncomfortable and panicked welled up in my heart, quickly spreading to every part of it.

This is an innate restraint; Yinshan disciples are heavy on yin and thus extremely sensitive to pure yang qi. Although Pangzi's aura is also domineeringly pure yang, within that domineering pure yang lies a hint of Buddhist Sect compassion.

Yet the aura I now feel in my heart carries annihilative destruction; to me it feels like an executioner wielding a slaughter knife—wherever he goes, not a blade of grass grows, nor do chickens or dogs know peace.

I closed my eyes and sensed carefully; it felt as if something inside the house was constantly drifting about. It is now moving toward my direction, its target being Pangzi and the gold brick beside me.

I dared not hesitate; I quickly chanted the Master Invocation Spell, formed a Seal Finger, clamped the flag between my middle finger, and cautiously guarded all around. My intuition told me the yang evil spirit hidden in the house would soon appear.

Time trickled by; even as the surrounding temperature rose at breakneck speed, even as I now felt like I were in an oven, surrounded by layers of flames roasting me, I still dared not be the slightest bit negligent or lax.

With a ding, like a child seeing his parents and unable to suppress the inner joy, immediately afterward a fiery red thing shot out extremely fast from the house's northeast corner, lunging toward the gold brick on the table.

Just as that thing darted to within less than a meter before us, Pangzi moved, grabbing the black, lusterless brick from the table with both hands, and dashed outward like a gust of wind.

Almost the instant Pangzi set off, I followed behind him; at the moment he stepped out the doorway, I swung the flag and struck that oncoming mass.