Chapter 186: Daoist Priest Comes to Teach You

Bai Yujing City, thirty miles in the eastern suburbs.

The lonely moon hung high, and the ghostly white moonlight spilled onto 【Luohuang Mountain】. The jungle, swaying with the wind, was like the raised fur of a wild beast.

Ancient books say, four hundred and eighty temples of the Southern Dynasties, how many towers in the misty rain.

Bai Yujing alone occupied the first-class scenery of Jiangnan. Compared to the bustling city in the distance, the undulating mountain and water dragon veins and patterns made it hard to imagine that there was still such a desolate mountain near Bai Yujing City...

Dense forest grew wildly, tall grass grew vigorously, the mountain's momentum suddenly appeared ferocious, high and dangerous like an abyss.

"Bai Yujing City is the capital of Jiangnan Province; everyone says it's a crouching tiger and a hidden dragon, occupying all the style under heaven. How can there still be such a desolate place..."

In an open, uninhabited field far from Luohuang Mountain, bright car lights brought light into this dark night.

A young man got out of the car, looked up at the hazy mountain shadows in the distance, and couldn't help but tease.

"Senior Brother, this place has yin energy like miasma, and evil energy like ferocity. Ten steps see desolation, gathering corpses and raising ghosts. How can there be such a place near Bai Yujing City?"

Just at this moment, another young girl followed him down, keenly feeling the surrounding environment, and couldn't help but look toward the driver's seat.

Crack...

The car door opened, and a man wearing Daoist robes walked out from the driver's seat; it was Xiao Qiji of Maoshan.

"Heaven has black and white, energy has yin and yang. A place, no matter how good the feng shui is, also has a division of yin and yang, and the wonder of circular rotation..." Xiao Qiji said blandly.

The so-called, isolated yin does not grow, and solitary yang does not last.

Even a provincial capital like Bai Yujing City, occupying the pattern of a crouching tiger and a hidden dragon, could not possibly have yang born while yin is extinguished; there was always a place that was the land of black and white flow, the place where yin and yang gathered.

In a city, all the negative energy would flow toward that place where extreme yin gathered, which could be considered a vent.

Without such a place, this city would likely have problems.

Luohuang Mountain was that place of extreme yin in Bai Yujing City's yin-yang pattern.

"This is indeed a good place to cultivate Daoist techniques." The young man looked at the surrounding environment and couldn't help but say.

"Therefore, this time coming down the mountain, I brought you to this place." Xiao Qiji said blandly.

The man and woman before him, the man was called Ji Ji Fengting, and the woman was called Mo Yun; they were both rising stars of Maoshan.

Coming down the mountain this time was to bring them out to temper themselves, cultivate their hearts and natures, and increase their Daoist techniques.

Within a ten-mile radius of Luohuang Mountain, yang was extinguished and yin grew; wandering ghosts and fierce spirits often appeared, and there were even mountain spirits and monsters cultivating, making it most suitable for people in the Daoist world to hone their methods.

It was precisely because of this that when the city was planned, no road was built to lead here at all.

The roads that could be walked were all muddy, potholed, rocky roads; no one would come here even during the day.

Many years ago, the open space where Xiao Qiji and the others stood had a village, but later, many strange things happened.

Especially that year, there was a bachelor in the village. In winter, his family ran out of food, so he went into Luohuang Mountain. He didn't find food, but he actually brought back a baby girl.

The villagers were very surprised and all came to ask about the baby girl's origin, but the bachelor said nothing and moved to the east end of the village, rarely associating with others.

Just like that, when the little girl was sixteen, that was the age for marriage. Although the girl grew up extremely pretty, because of her background, it seemed no one in the village wanted to play matchmaker.

Until she was seventeen.

That night, the sky was as dark as a curtain. A drunkard in the village discovered a wedding procession on his way home. Who would hold a wedding in the middle of the night?

Borrowing the drunkenness, the drunkard followed them, watching the wedding procession arrive at the bachelor's house.

Yellow-skinned lanterns, a big red sedan chair, the bride walked out of the courtyard, wearing a head covering, and entered the sedan chair.

The drunkard watched from afar, only feeling it was increasingly eerie. The people in the wedding procession couldn't see their appearances; their figures were thin and drifting, blowing and beating all the way into the deep mountains.

The drunkard was also bold and followed them, but after entering the mountain, the fog grew thicker, and he soon lost them.

By the second half of the night, the drunkard's drunkenness had mostly sobered up. He vaguely heard the sound of gongs and drums, so he followed the sound and found them.

Soon, he saw that in the forest, it seemed someone was holding a big banquet, candlelight flickering, drinking and toasting, the bride sitting above.

When the drunkard got closer to look, good heavens, his soul was scared away. The guests attending the banquet were actually foxes, one by one. The largest one had yellow fur all over, like satin, shining with luster, looking as big as a mountain wolf.

The drunkard was scared into a miserable scream, startling those foxes. Pairs of green, oily eyes looked over in unison, and he fainted on the spot. It wasn't until the next day that he was discovered by people from the village entering the mountain.

Gradually, the rumors about the old bachelor became rampant again. Fox girl night wedding, there was evil in it.

The people in the village became increasingly wary of the old bachelor. Many years later, the bachelor died in loneliness, from beginning to end, he was alone.

It is said that on the night he died, the dogs in the village didn't bark. Many foxes appeared around his house, bowing and bowing to the house, and even made wailing sounds that were almost like crying.

The name of Wild Fox Village gradually spread. Later, people in the village died one after another, fewer and fewer people, and the rest moved away.

"Wild Fox Village... Senior Brother, I look at the mountain records, back then there were seniors from the sect who came down the mountain to look at this village." Ji Ji Fengting stood in the night wind, thinking of a record he had seen at Maoshan.

"Is it really fox spirits making trouble?"

"Among the famous mountains and great rivers under heaven, foxes gazing at the moon to become spirits are the most numerous..." Xiao Qiji said blandly.

Since ancient times, there have been many spirits and monsters in the mountains. Tigers, leopards, jackals, and wolves are often ferocious, while foxes and yellow immortals are strange. Among them, foxes are the most special, appearing in almost every place and every mountain, which can be called spreading branches and leaves, with flourishing incense.

Especially in some places, this lineage even has temples for worship, which can be called demon immortals.

It is rumored that back then, under Long Hu Shan, there was even a lineage of fox immortals, simply possessing great supernatural powers.

"Senior Brother, you say, are there fox spirits inside Luohuang Mountain? Should we go see?"

Ji Ji Fengting looked at the high mountain in the distance shrouded in hazy moonlight, a fierce brilliance rising in his eyes.

"Delusional thought!"

Xiao Qiji gave a cold snort, like a head-on blow, instantly extinguishing the brilliance in Ji Ji Fengting's eyes.

"Before coming down the mountain, Master gave instructions that we cannot go up Luohuang Mountain." Xiao Qiji said in a deep voice.

This was a warning repeatedly reminded by the sect.

In the current era, human activity range is getting larger and larger, expanding more and more fiercely, and for strange powers and chaotic spirits, there must always be a place for them to recuperate.

Therefore, besides places like Mount Mount Ailao, Mount Mount Kunlun, Mount Mount Zhangbai, and the eight-hundred-mile Qin Ling Mountains, a range will always be drawn around every province and city to accommodate things that ordinary people shouldn't come into contact with.

Luohuang Mountain was such a place.

There were things hidden there that even Daoist practitioners like Xiao Qiji couldn't touch at will.

"Senior Brother, you are talking nonsense again."

Just at this moment, Mo Yun walked up, pulled Ji Ji Fengting's sleeve, her eyes carrying a look of reproach.

"I was just thinking about it." Ji Ji Fengting spread his hands.

"You can't even think about it." Xiao Qiji said in a deep voice.

Mountains and seas give birth to strange treasures, heaven and earth give birth to spirits and monsters. Many dangers in this world are not even fully known to Daoist practitioners.

Just like Maoshan hides many strange objects, some of which look plain and unremarkable, but are actually full of murder cases.

For example, there is a seashell, named 【Flower Shell】, which is said to have been obtained by a fisherman by the river many years ago.

That seashell was huge, covered with beautiful and bright patterns, a full nine of them.

At that time, when the fisherman fished it up, he liked it at first sight and hugged the flower shell home.

The next day, the fisherman got up and discovered that the seashell had actually opened, filled with gold inside.

The fisherman was overjoyed, thinking this was a treasure in the Dragon Palace that had flowed into the human world, and he had picked it up; it was a blessing and good fortune, so he hid the seashell and every morning when he got up, he could obtain gold from inside.

Just like that, the fisherman's life gradually became affluent, eating big fish and meat every day, making the neighbors very envious.

But one day, the fisherman got up and discovered that the shell covered with patterns actually had no gold, which made him suspicious.

From then on, no one ever saw the fisherman again. Many days passed, and a Maoshan Daoist priest passed by, found the energy around the place was different, so he walked in and discovered that huge 【Flower Shell】, covered with beautiful and bright patterns, a full ten of them.

This was a strange object bred in the rivers. No matter how much one obtained from the 【Flower Shell】, one always had to pay it back double.

Later, that Maoshan Daoist priest sealed this object and brought it back to the mountain, always treasuring it within Maoshan.

In the mountains and seas, who knows how many dangers are hidden? Even Daoist practitioners must maintain awe. Since the elders in the sect view Luohuang Mountain as a forbidden land, then one cannot even have the thought of stepping foot there.

"Senior Brother, I have remembered." Ji Ji Fengting said in a low voice.

"Senior Brother, didn't you say someone else was coming?"

Just at this moment, Mo Yun spoke, changing the subject.

Coming down the mountain this time to temper themselves, Xiao Qiji also found sparring partners, saying it was to hone Daoist techniques together.

"Senior Brother, this Jiang Hu... is he an outcast who was expelled from the sect for breaking sect rules many years ago?" Ji Ji Fengting couldn't help but ask.

"Mm!"

Xiao Qiji swept a glance and didn't say more, just nodded.

"Since he was expelled from the sect, why call him? Stranded outside, I'm afraid his methods aren't enough to look at." Ji Ji Fengting said casually. Now, he was in the prime of his youth, valued by the elders in the sect, so he was naturally brought down the mountain by Xiao Qiji himself to temper himself, so he naturally looked down on those outcasts expelled from the sect.

"They're here."

Just at this moment, Xiao Qiji's eyes lit up, and he saw two people walking from afar; it was none other than Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu.

"This broken place is too hard to find."

Still far away, Zhang Fan couldn't help but complain. The ride-hailing app didn't want to deliver, and they were dropped off five miles away.

The driver was also scared. In this desolate wilderness, a place where even ghosts wouldn't stay, he stared at the rearview mirror all the way, afraid of seeing a ghost.

"Long time no see."

Xiao Qiji walked up and bowed.

"Long time no see."

Zhang Fan greeted him. Ever since the Shen family incident, although he had some interaction with Xiao Qiji on Super-Letter, in reality, it had been almost half a year since they last met.

"Let me introduce them. They are my junior brother and junior sister..."

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"Ji Ji Fengting, Mo Yun."

"These two are my friends, Jiang Hu, Zhang Fan."

"Why did you bring another person?" Ji Ji Fengting greeted on the surface, but muttered in a low voice.

In his eyes, having Qi Jiji there was enough; even Jiang Hu, this Maoshan renegade, might not be worth his notice. As for Zhang Fan, who had come along, he was merely chasing Maoshan's reputation, hoping to climb the social ladder and mooch off their training.

After all, opportunities to catch ghosts and practice methods with Maoshan Daoist priests were rare. He thought this Jiang Hu must have acted on his own, relying on Xiao Qiji's relationship to bring this so-called friend.

Although Ji Ji Fengting's voice was small, it was still enough for everyone to hear clearly.

Xiao Qiji didn't change his expression, but Mo Yun stepped on him hard, signaling him not to talk nonsense.

After all, these two were Senior Brother Xiao Qiji's friends; they had to keep up appearances.

"New seedlings of Maoshan, to be brought by you personally, it looks like the aptitude is not bad." Jiang Hu looked around and couldn't help but whisper.

"No matter how good the aptitude is, it still needs tempering." Xiao Qiji smiled lightly.

"Senior Brother, let's start."

Ji Ji Fengting spoke, directly interrupting the conversation between the two. In his ears, Jiang Hu's words sounded a bit harsh.

Seedling? A Maoshan outcast, I'm afraid he has long forgotten how high the Daoist techniques in the mountain are, and he is qualified to comment on him!?

"Good!"

"Light the lamp to lead the way, hundred ghosts walk at night!"

Xiao Qiji chanted words in his mouth, and a talisman burned out in his hand. Hazy green smoke shot up and slowly spread out.

Ghost-Leading Talisman.

Once this talisman came out, the wandering ghosts and fierce spirits around were like sharks smelling blood, rushing over by scent.

In ancient times, some people with evil intentions sought this kind of talisman, posted it on their enemy's door, and there would be ghosts knocking on the door every night, and the family would have no peace.

Whoosh...

The night wind became stronger, colder than just now, and the hair all over their bodies stood up.

Ordinary ghosts, after seven times seven, would dissipate. Those that could survive and gather yin, and even gradually understand the methods of cultivation, were fierce spirits. Ordinary people meeting them would be in trouble eight or nine times out of ten.

Some fierce spirits, over a long time, could become demons and monsters, harming the human world.

Therefore, major Daoist sects would have disciples walk down the mountain every once in a while to clear the world.

In the piercing wind, there were strange calls, neither human nor beast. The sound of ghosts was different from humans, between human and beast.

If ordinary people heard this kind of sound, eight or nine times out of ten they would get mental illnesses; that was because the Yuan Shen had suffered damage.

At this moment, if observed with the Yuan Shen, one could discover that drifting figures were surging from all directions, male or female, old or young, changing constantly.

People have one face, ghosts have ten thousand appearances; a ghost's appearance is not fixed.

"I'll go first."

Ji Ji Fengting volunteered, appearing full of confidence.

He walked to the front, intentionally or unintentionally sweeping a glance at Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu, formed seals with both hands, skillfully sacrificed a talisman, bright yellow and spiritual, vermilion brush outlining, it was the wonder of the talisman way.

"Brilliant light, night nightmare is hazy. Receive my talisman, enter my path. Red lamp shines, ghosts turn to ash..."

Ji Ji Fengting chanted words in his mouth, the talisman in his hand burned out, actually turning into a group of scorching firelight, like a red lamp floating. Wherever it touched, the fierce spirits burned rapidly, making miserable screams.

Red Lamp Talisman, it was Maoshan's 【Six-Character Yuan】, one stroke forming a six-character yuan text, handled skillfully in Ji Ji Fengting's hands. At this age, having such attainments in the talisman way could be considered having some talent.

Whoosh...

Immediately, the fierce spirits within a five-meter radius were all illuminated by that red lamp, turning into ash one after another. The fierce spirits further away made piercing roars, hovering and not advancing.

Ordinary fierce spirits had no intelligence, only instinct. In their eyes, the four people before them were pure yang blood food.

Whoosh...

Five minutes later, the power of the Red Lamp Talisman finally ran out.

"Not bad." Xiao Qiji nodded.

Ordinary disciples, even if they mastered the 【Red Lamp Talisman】, being able to persist for two or three minutes was considered relatively good. Ji Ji Fengting's performance in his first actual combat after coming down the mountain was indeed gifted.

"Do you want to try?"

Just at this moment, Ji Ji Fengting turned around, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Hu and Zhang Fan, finally falling on Zhang Fan.

After all, Jiang Hu had at least cultivated at Maoshan for a period of time; the foundation should still be there.

As for this friend's friend, since he came for Maoshan's reputation, naturally he had to see his quality.

As he spoke, Ji Ji Fengting revealed a kind smile, encouraging: "Don't be afraid, they're just some ghosts..."

He clearly treated Zhang Fan as a newcomer who hadn't seen the world.

"Zhang Fan..." Seeing this, Xiao Qiji was about to speak to stop him.

"You're right, people are just ghosts who haven't died, and ghosts are just people who have died... there's nothing to be afraid of."

Zhang Fan nodded, slowly walked out, and walked to the front of the crowd.

Ji Ji Fengting was stunned, not yet having time to chew on Zhang Fan's words, and watched the latter's performance with interest.

"You walked too far, stay closer to us, otherwise if there's a situation, we won't be able to save you in time."

Zhang Fan walked out more than twenty steps and hadn't stopped yet. Ji Ji Fengting couldn't help but frown. This distance had already exceeded the coverage range of his 【Red Lamp Talisman】.

With his current cultivation, the range his Red Lamp Talisman could cover was about five meters. Any further, he couldn't take care of it.

"It doesn't matter, if I need to, I'll shout." Zhang Fan didn't look back, whispering.

Hearing this, Ji Ji Fengting couldn't help but smile lightly: "Don't be arrogant..."

Boom...

Before the words fell, a terrifying aura shot up into the sky from Zhang Fan's body. The violent fluctuation made the smile on Ji Ji Fengting's face disappear rapidly.

At this moment, everyone's expression changed, even Jiang Hu's eyes revealed a look of horror. Their Yuan Shen were trembling, their gazes were scattering...

Within their line of sight, Zhang Fan's whole person seemed to have turned into a bright lamp, brilliant like flames, shining brightly.

That terrifying fluctuation, that brilliant radiance, kept spreading toward the surroundings...

Five meters...

Ten meters...

One hundred meters...

Three hundred meters...

Five hundred meters...

One thousand meters...

"Zhang Fan? Is this Zhang Fan?" Xiao Qiji widened his eyes, simply unable to believe it.

At this moment, Zhang Fan was simply like two different people compared to the Zhang Fan at the Shen family that day.

"This... this..."

Ji Ji Fengting raised his head with difficulty, only to see the moonlight crushed, and under the radiance of Zhang Fan's Yuan Shen, it appeared dim and lusterless. In the desolate wilderness, a strange sound actually arose, gloomy and chilling, like the screeching of night cats, like the trembling of a hundred ghosts.

"Ghost Night Crying!!?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 187 =====