Chapter 187: Yin Soldiers Borrowing the Path, Living People Retreat

Lin Jiu walked out of Room 2442, followed the dark corridor to the elevator, and pressed the down button. He was preparing to go to a shop on the first floor to take a look.

Originally, Lin Jiu, like Chen You, had rented a storefront in this old apartment. However, unlike Chen You's fried rice stall, Lin Jiu did his old job and opened a simple Taoist temple.

Even if this old apartment was a gathering place for the poor, there was a demand for life and death comfort. Lin Jiu once did the exclusive monopoly business, and the business had always been quite good.

While waiting for the elevator to come up, Lin Jiu suddenly felt a wave of misty energy rising from the ground. Faint white gas had already filled his ankle area. The whole building seemed to be smoking, and the smoke was accumulating rapidly. And this fog was terrifyingly heavy with Yin energy, even heavier than the Yin energy of the bone ash cigarettes Lin Jiu made himself.

"How is this possible!

The time clearly hasn't arrived yet."

Lin Jiu looked at his wrist in astonishment. The hands on the watch were still around ten o'clock, and it was still a long way from twelve o'clock.

For the situation before his eyes, Lin Jiu was too familiar with it. This was the standard Yin Soldiers Borrowing the Path!

The reason for being familiar was also very simple: this matter was provoked by him.

Before coming to this world, Lin Jiu's deadline was approaching, and his life was not long. As a Taoist priest who still had some strength, Lin Jiu didn't want to die just like that.

In the End of Dharma Era, zombies didn't exist, and Taoism didn't flourish. In the past, when Taoist priests who drove ghosts and killed demons died, they could mix into a good job in the underworld by relying on Yin virtue. Those with hard relationships and high Yin virtue could even become "bank presidents" after going down.

But now, after going down, Taoist priests didn't have any special treatment. Death was death.

In order to avoid death, Lin Jiu chose an extremely damaging method to prolong his life, which was borrowing life, borrowing the life of infants.

Burning the corpses of infants who died prematurely into bone ash, refining the soul and vitality within through secret methods, and then gathering the vitality into his own body through smoking, shielding the death aura that couldn't be hidden, he could avoid the underworld's summons and linger on in the human world.

The biggest problem with this method was that once it was used for a long time, after the infant's resentment and accumulated death aura increased together, it would completely lead to a path of no return. Not only could it never be stopped, but it was also very easy to attract Yin soldiers who came to investigate the problem.

After all, lives in this building were constantly passing away, but the underworld hadn't received a single soul. As the receiving party, the Yin soldiers naturally had to come and investigate.

In order to reduce the possibility of conflict with living people, the time for Yin soldiers to appear was generally after twelve o'clock at midnight, or at the moment when the vitality of the building was at its lowest. This time now didn't meet either of these two requirements.

Regardless of where the problem was, Lin Jiu immediately began to work on a method to escape.

He pressed the elevator a few times, but the elevator stopped on the floor below, not knowing what it was doing.

With a calculation in his heart, Lin Jiu put his fingers together, pinched and flipped, and a purple talisman appeared at his fingertips.

The talisman was the medium for borrowing the law. The darker the carrier color, the stronger the effect, representing that what he was about to do would leave no room for maneuver, neither for others nor for himself.

It was impossible to avoid the Yin soldiers gathering with just a purple talisman in this situation. Lin Jiu understood this point very well. His talisman level was limited, not as good as Chen You, who had been frying rice for so many years.

After thinking about it again and again, Lin Jiu took out an ink-colored Bagua, clamped the talisman in the Bagua, and at the same time placed it on his chest, pressing his fingers on the center of the Bagua, silently reciting the magic formula in his mouth.

Reverse Bagua, cut off the path of life, break into the Heavenly Gate, go against the sky!

The purple talisman revealed a weird black color under the immersion of the blood from his fingertips, and took Lin Jiu with it, disappearing into the corridor.

At the entrance of 2442, the gathering Yin soldiers manifested their figures. These Yin soldiers were thin and tall, wearing some rags, covering their faces tightly. Each person also held a paper parasol. Where the parasol passed, Yang energy didn't grow, and spiritual energy became silent.

After the Yin soldiers appeared, they started to check along the corridor. They were trackers of death aura. As long as a little leaking death aura was discovered, then no one could hide.

Appearing at the entrance of 2442 was also because Lin Jiu had smoked a bone ash cigarette in the room not long ago. The infant's vitality covered the death aura emanating from his body, but it also disrupted the life-and-death balance here.

Lin Jiu looked at these familiar-looking Yin soldiers with a calm face. He, a half-bucket of water, definitely couldn't go head-to-head with a team of Yin soldiers on his own. However, it didn't matter. These Yin soldiers couldn't discover his existence. He had already tried it once before.

The Yin soldiers moved forward slowly. At this time, the spirituality and sixth sense in the living person's body would make them subconsciously avoid colliding with the Yin soldiers. After all, if they collided once, they would be seriously ill for three years at least, and if it was a bit worse, they might just be gone directly.

When the Yin soldiers passed in front of Lin Jiu, Lin Jiu stared fixedly at this pair of Yin soldiers. He felt that something was wrong somewhere, as if something had mixed in. But he hadn't observed so arrogantly before, and for a while, he couldn't see what had mixed in.

Suddenly, the Yin soldier walking at the end slowed down and looked at Lin Jiu's hiding place from under the bamboo hat.

Instantly, Lin Jiu's whole body was tense. The force pressing on the Bagua on his chest increased by a few points, and faint black light emerged from several directions of the Bagua.

If he was discovered today, even if he had to pay a certain price, Lin Jiu would have to leave all the Yin soldiers behind.

Fortunately, this seemed to be just an accident. The Yin soldiers didn't stop. After looking at Lin Jiu through a thick "barrier" for a moment, the Yin soldiers disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Lin Jiu panted heavily, pondered for a moment, and felt that it was still not suitable to take risks now. Let's go back to 2442 and wait.

Wait until tomorrow morning comes, and then go downstairs to investigate, it wouldn't be too late.

Room 2110, Lin Fengjiao, who was dazed, smelled a smell, and his whole person immediately woke up.

Yin Soldiers Borrowing the Path?!

"Lao Die, don't move around in the room, I'll go out and take a look."

Lin Fengjiao picked up a whisk hanging on the wall, pulled open the door, and observed the outside.

Lao Die sat on the bed, his right hand retracted into his sleeve, his fingertips constantly rubbing against the surface of the talisman. Obviously, he also felt the approach of the Yin soldiers. Although the things Lao Die learned and the Taoist arts Lin Fengjiao and the others learned were not of the same school, some things were still common.

Through the crack in the door, Lin Fengjiao saw the Yin path in the corridor slowly forming. He hesitated for two seconds, then flashed out of the door.

Five fingers clamped with a few yellow talismans, Lin Fengjiao pulled out a few more as silk threads from the whisk, and simply set up a Seven Star Demon Subduing Array on the door, which could hide 2110 and provide some necessary support for Lin Fengjiao.

When the Yin soldiers appeared on this floor, Lin Fengjiao didn't hide, just stood politely to the side, with the whisk on his left hand.

The Yin soldiers gradually approached. Lin Fengjiao pinched a magic seal with his left hand. "Taoist priest Lin Fengjiao, I invite the Yin soldiers to speak."

The Yin soldiers didn't pay attention, didn't even turn their heads, just walked forward on their own.

Lin Fengjiao felt weird. Were the Yin soldiers of this year so disrespectful? "Taoist priest Lin Fengjiao!

Please stop, Yin soldiers."

Lin Fengjiao gave a light shout, and the Seven Star Demon Subduing Array behind him lit up, reflecting the light of the whisk in his hand.

The Yin soldiers here were probably afraid of why many Taoist priests could get special treatment in the underworld. The protection of ancestors and senior experts was one part, but it was mainly relying on "fists"

to fight it out.

Under such circumstances, the last Yin soldier stopped.

There was no way. Lin Fengjiao was already in a posture that if they didn't give him any face, he wouldn't give them any face, so what else could they do.

"Blocking the Yin soldiers, what for?"

Why was this Yin soldier so literary? An old ghost who died a long time ago and didn't reincarnate? Lin Fengjiao felt weird. Now wasn't the time to worry about this. "May I ask why the Yin soldiers appeared before the time of Yin? Is there any important matter?"

This was also one of the reasons why Lin Fengjiao dared to call the Yin soldiers. He was reasonable. It was a convention that Yin soldiers only appeared after twelve o'clock. Now it was still a long way from midnight. What were they doing out at this time? "None of your business!

Leave early, don't bring fire upon yourself."

Leaving a sentence, this Yin soldier hurried to catch up with the team's pace and disappeared from Lin Fengjiao's sight.

... Why do I feel that this Yin soldier doesn't even know what "before Yin" means? And, no name was reported, the team didn't stop at all, there were no obvious identity signs on the body, and the overall feeling was that this Yin soldier was out of place with the team... Could this Yin soldier have mixed in?

Lin Fengjiao shook his head. Who would mix into the Yin soldier team for no reason, tired of living, and have to look for excitement? However, it was really strange.

Lin Fengjiao stood at the door, his mind full of all the weird places just now. The more he thought, the more there were. The ones that were right now seemed to have problems everywhere.

Creak, the door of 2112 opened a little. Constantine poked his head out. "Mr. Lin Fengjiao, it's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet? Did you discover something? Do you need my help?"

"Oh, no, no, just a bit of dust, cleaning it up."

Lin Fengjiao patted at the door with the whisk and responded with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll sleep first, remember to contact me if you have anything."

Constantine shrank back and closed the door.

This ghost guy... he must have felt that the Yin soldiers had already left, so he opened the door to see what was going on.

Constantine's actions gave Lin Fengjiao more conjectures.

Lin Fengjiao didn't like dealing with foreigners in the first place, let alone foreigners who had their own ulterior motives. This was also the reason why Lin Fengjiao strongly requested to be in the same room as Lao Die.

Although Lao Die was also a foreigner who came back to visit relatives, in any case, it was more comfortable than getting along with two foreigners.

Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow. This place is too strange.

Lin Fengjiao shook his head, pointed with his right hand, and the power of the Seven Star Demon Subduing Array behind him, which was ready to go, hit the ground, leaving seven small dots. The yellow talisman on the door also dimmed a lot after being stimulated once.

Nothing happened all night. Early the next morning, everyone basically woke up.

"Lao Die, what's for breakfast?"

Lin Fengjiao finished his personal hygiene, folded his Taoist robe and put it into his handbag, and also packed up the whisk and peach wood sword. After showing his cards with Lao Die, he didn't intend to cover it up anymore.

Otherwise, if you guard against every teammate in the whole team, it's equivalent to guarding against nothing.

"A cup of soy milk, two fried dough sticks, and another crispy ring."

Lao Die yawned, looking like he hadn't slept well last night.

"... I think it's unlikely they have these things here."

Lin Fengjiao said with a smile. Yesterday, Lin Jiu gave everyone a bit of money. From this point of view, Lin Jiu didn't want to provoke anyone, but what would happen in the end, he still had to see.

"Then you can just bring Lao Die something."

Lao Die leaned back. "Also, get Lao Die some hot water. Lao Die wants to brew a cup of coffee."

"Fine, then you rest here first, don't run around, remember to call my phone if you have anything."

Lin Fengjiao said and went out the door.

Many residents in the Pigeon Building were up. No way, life forced them. Getting up early to make money to support the family was the mainstream here.

Taking the elevator all the way down, Lin Fengjiao didn't intend to look for the crystal ball for the first time.

The whole Pigeon Building was more than twice as large as an ordinary apartment building. Relying solely on manpower to find a crystal ball was a bit like looking for a needle in a haystack. It was better to collect some information before acting.

The morning fried rice stall was also open, but as Lin Fengjiao thought, there were no fried foods. They sold some pasta, the kind that was enough to fill the stomach, economical and affordable, and looked quite delicious.

"Yan Shu, morning."

Lin Fengjiao greeted Yan Shu, who was sitting in his seat and pulling noodles.

"Morning to you too. How did you sleep last night?"

Yan Shu responded with a smile.

"Not bad."

Lin Fengjiao placed his order and sat opposite Yan Shu. "Yan Shu, I see that the shops aren't really open, it seems like not many people are doing business."

"With such a small place, how can we support a few shops?"

Yan Shu shook his head and said. "A You's fried rice stall is generally open, the rice shop will generally open on weekends, and also sell some daily necessities. If you have needs, you can go and take a look then. And then there's the funeral hall. It was originally open well, but I don't know what happened, it hasn't opened for several months."

Funeral hall? Lin Fengjiao looked at the corner on the side of the first floor. There was an incense burner there, and the ash inside had no fireworks atmosphere. It had indeed not been continued for a long time.

"Yan Shu, the boss of this funeral hall must be rich. Who would still open a shop after financial freedom?"

Lin Fengjiao probed from the side.

"He can't be rich."

Yan Shu, this kind old man, showed aggressiveness for the first time. However, after finishing speaking, he blinked. "By the way, who is the boss of this place? Why can't I remember?"

When Yan Shu was thinking, Lin Fengjiao suddenly smelled a heavy corpse aura from him, and the sunlight suddenly became cold. The noise around disappeared completely, as if Lin Fengjiao had touched some switch.

"If you can't remember, don't think about it. By the way, Yan Shu, do you know where I

"If you can't remember, then don't think about it. By the way, Uncle Yan, do you know where I can get hot water?"

Lin Fengjiao hurriedly changed the subject.

And sure enough, once the topic changed, everything returned to normal.

"Hot water? Is the water heater in your room broken?"

Uncle Yan asked in return.

"Yeah, I tried it yesterday, and no hot water came out."

"It might have developed a problem; after all, no one has lived there for so long. I'll find someone to take a look for you later."

Uncle Yan said with a chuckle.

"Alright, thank you, Uncle Yan."

"Don't mention it, we're all neighbors. Hey, your noodles are here. Hurry up and taste them; they won't be good once they get soggy."

Lin Zhengying nodded, broke apart his chopsticks, and continued chatting with Uncle Yan, but his mind had drifted over to the funeral hall.

Just the mention of the funeral hall's owner had caused such a strong reaction from Uncle Yan; it seemed that was an important location, and he would have to go and scout it out.