alice. Over time, it could potentially merge with the spiritual energy on the blood dragon wood... It is said that witchcraft originated in Nanjiang and spread to Nanyang, evolving into various indige...This dynamic master-apprentice duo once made me wonder if Tung Xuan Hui was actually a stand-up comedy troupe.

"Lady, we are a legitimate organization of Buddhist monks. We have gathered talented people from all walks of life – monks, Taoists, and lay practitioners – dedicated to eliminating demons and protecting the righteous. We are a regulated and official group, so please don't look at us with such suspicion," said the Abbot earnestly.

"Furthermore, the Tong Xuan Hui embraces all things and has a vast network of contacts. As a female practitioner skilled in exorcism, you should have at least heard its reputation."

I have a ton of question marks in my head, I've never heard of it at all I guess I'm not part of the inner circle.

The venerable monk touched his bald head and sighed, "Forget it, forget it. It seems the publicity work hasn't been done well enough. With the members of the Tongxuan Society wandering around like this, they are bound to clash with people easily, alas. I'll have a meeting when I get back and discuss this."

How does that sound pretty impressive

The young monk said timidly, "Master, our navigation is broken... When can we go back"

"Nonsense, I came here to borrow power, not to visit a village! Who knew it was so deserted and gloomy, with an evil aura."

“...”

It turns out they weren't here to pick mushrooms or beg for alms, but to borrow electricity.

Master Huisqing bowed to me. He sincerely explained that he was responding to an invitation from an old friend to come down the mountain, and on his way here, his car's navigation system had some problem and went black screen for no reason. Then his phone also ran out of battery, so he walked for several kilometers. Finally, he found a village and wanted to rest there, buy some steamed buns, and charge his phone by borrowing electricity.

“Hold on, if you're walking here, why didn't I hear any sound I just heard the thief's footsteps a moment ago. They were very light, but I could hear the scraping sound of them against the floor. Could you be some kind of spirits or something” I stared at the two monks, big and small.

"Amitabha, Lady Donor, please look..." He raised one foot.

Although they wore casual clothes, the shoes on their feet were those very old-fashioned cloth shoes.

This should be monk shoes, right

"This century-old brand, Neilian Sheng, specializes in custom-made handmade monk shoes. They are soft and comfortable, with light steps, good breathability, and durability. They are truly essential items for both home and travel. All benevolent donors who come to my mountain gate can receive... Would you, Madam, be interested"

Oh dear...

This monk is such a weirdo, he's actually the abbot!

My home is a Daoist temple, but I'm neglectful of my studies. I only have a superficial understanding of Daoist practices, let alone Buddhist teachings.

Although I can't fully grasp the meanings of "fang zhang" and "zhu shi," I have a general understanding of what they refer to.

Simply put, the "abbot" means "to reside in and maintain," mostly referring to the head of a Buddhist temple who oversees its daily operations.

But Master Fangzheng was different. He was a great monk who had received the transmission of Dharma, with scrolls proving his lineage.

Could this young monk really be…

Great, great master

These words popped into my head, and I immediately shook my head to dismiss them. This monk is such an oddball, he has nothing to do with being a highly respected and virtuous Buddhist master.

At this moment as we speak, the shadow in the ditch has already crawled up and is running away.

Mu Wanchen merely gave a glance, and the Xuan Yue on my shoulder leaped lightly and ran in the direction the shadow fled.

Master Huisqing touched his cheek and sighed, "Friend, your magic is impressive. It seems you can command spirits Could you enlighten this old monk"

"No way." I glared at him, frowning. I reached into my bag and pulled out a power bank, handing it to him. "Here, keep it. No need to return it. Just get going! You're the president, for goodness sake, you should know it's inappropriate to watch others work without permission."

Master Huisqing clasped his hands together and respectfully received the power bank: "The female donor is kind and honest, she must have great blessings. However, since I've already encountered this situation, I can't pretend not to see it. Monks should not deceive themselves or lie with their eyes open. It is necessary for yin and yang to be in balance here before I can depart."

Wow, this monk is so shameless. He took my power bank and is still here acting innocent!

Mu Wanchen didn't want to argue with him, and pulled me away. "If he doesn't leave, we'll just go. Let's follow him and see what he's up to."

"Good," I nodded hastily, and Mu Wanchen pulled me towards the darkness ahead.

The village road was dark, the few flickering lights scattered far away. Mu Wanchen led me through the night, chasing after Xuan Yue's direction.

We circled the narrow paths in the village, and found Xuan Yue perched atop a bare old tree, warily watching a messy little courtyard ahead.

This place is closed up tight, pitch black. It's not exactly spooky, but I definitely wouldn't go in there without a good reason.

"Lady, you are with child. You shouldn't be in such a chaotic place. Perhaps I should go and take a look instead," Master Hu Qing whispered to me.

I widened my eyes — how did you know I was pregnant

He smiled knowingly and gestured to my hand, which was unconsciously resting on my stomach: "A woman is born a mother; it's in her nature, something that can't be concealed."

This guy, is he really a monk He actually understands the psychological behavior of pregnant women

The little monk, perhaps afraid I thought his master was a playboy monk, hastily explained in a low voice: "Our temple caters to all sorts of wishes. Many incense-bearers come seeking sons or daughters, and after their wishes are fulfilled, they return to make offerings. We've seen this many times!"

Mu Wanchen gave me a look, and I understood instantly.

He thought these two light bulbs were in the way, so he asked me to drag them along while he went to take a look.

"I said, 'Why do the two of you always want to stick your noses in We don't have a client, we're not making any money, there's no benefit for you even if you try to steal it from us' I took a step back, blocking the two monks' path."

"Amitabha Buddha, worldly karmic obstacles cannot be resolved with money, Donor. Don't worry too much. This old monk simply wants to figure out these evil and sinister energies. After all, in this position, eliminating demons and protecting the way is one's duty." Master Huqing spoke eloquently.

Mu Wanchen had already opened the magic gate and entered the courtyard. When Huiqing Monk saw Mu Wanchen's figure disappear, he frowned deeply: "What is your origin This old monk has lived to the present day, and I have only seen one master who can freely escape with his form. This is the second."

"Since you know he is a master, don't disturb him..."

No sooner had the words left his lips than I heard a dull thud, like a cleaver hacking into a chopping board, sending shivers down my spine.

"You, you get out of here!" The hysterical voice cut through the darkness.

Master Huqing didn't say a word, pushed me aside, and strode forward to kick the door. The old, dilapidated gate was kicked in by him with a single blow, making a hole.

He quickly reached into the hole and pulled the latch, his movements so practiced they were breathtaking.

In the courtyard, Mu Wanchen coldly looked at the "thief" who had just fallen into the ditch and advised: "You leave her alone, there's no benefit in this, you'll die."

What does it mean

Mu Wanchen beckoned with his finger, and Feng Hun dragged in a mass wrapped in layers of spider silk.

He glared at me: "Xiaolu'er, don't look."tty cool, but I still have to open the shop and run the business.The business of a pawnbroker, it remains closed for three years, when opened, feeds for three years.But you have to keep the door open,...