The invincible female ghost is a bit love-struck.

Chapter 30 A 78-year-old... Half-step Celestial Master?!

The thing a Taoist priest should absolutely avoid doing is making a mistake and abandoning his employer.

You can make mistakes. You can die.

It's even possible that if you make a mistake, both you and your employer could die.

But absolutely not. If something goes wrong, you can't just turn around and run away, leaving your employer behind and not caring about anything.

This matter is so serious that it is the number one taboo that all major Taoist temples have explicitly forbidden!

As the largest temple outside the Great Wall, Wuqing Temple regarded this as an inviolable law.

But I never expected that something like this would happen.

No one questions whether Xu Erxiao and Wang Chengan are lying or deceiving people.

Firstly, these two young lads didn't seem to be lying at first glance.

Secondly, the group could find out about this once they returned to Wuqing Temple.

The Taoist priests at Wuqing Temple looked at each other, their lips moving, but they couldn't utter a single word.

Previously, they looked down on this young man from a small, insignificant family.

They pride themselves on being from a prestigious and upright family, originating from the Wuqing Temple, and therefore naturally superior to others.

result……

It was precisely this young man who looked down on Wuqing Temple that saved the temple's century-old reputation.

If the owner really dies, no matter how much money Wuqing Temple spends, it won't be able to silence the gossip or quell this terrible disaster.

A burning sensation spread from the cheeks of every Wuqing Temple disciple to their ears.

Ashamed.

a long time.

Lu Yuan was helped to sit down by Xu Erxiao and the other man. The cold air seeped into his body, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Xu Erxiao was about to look up and curse the Taoist priest who had been talking behind his back a few more times.

Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest from Wuqing Temple had already arrived in front of them.

Before Xu Erxiao and Wang Cheng'an could react, this man approached Lu Yuan and bowed deeply, saying:

"Liang Juemin, a disciple of the Qing generation from Wuqing Temple, greets Uncle Lu."

As this person arrived, the people of Wuqing looked at each other and then came to Lu Yuan's side.

He bowed deeply and said with utmost solemnity:

"Zhou Shu'an, a disciple of the Qing generation from Wuqing Temple, greets Uncle Lu."

"Yue Zhendong, a disciple of the Qing generation from Wuqing Temple, greets Uncle Lu."

"Wuqing Temple, Han generation disciple, Wan Shichang greets Uncle Lu."

"Wuqing Temple, disciples of the Qing generation..."

"..."

The calls of "Uncle-Master Lu" echoed in unison in the quiet courtyard.

Lu Yuan was so cold that his teeth were chattering. Before he could recover, he saw these seven or eight people making such a big fuss in front of him.

For a moment, Lu Yuan felt a little embarrassed.

Just as he was about to say something, a fair and delicate hand, holding an exquisite incense box, was presented to him.

It's Shen Shulan.

"Uncle-Master, this is the Gathering Yang Pill from my Wuqing Temple. Taking it will alleviate the chill invading your body for two hours."

Lu Yuan's body was covered in frost, making him extremely sensitive to yang energy.

As soon as he got his hands on the incense box, a warm and pure yang energy emanated from it, instantly invigorating him.

But... only two hours...

Not enough!

Meanwhile, Shen Shulan's face was full of regret and apology.

"I don't use the Gathering Yang Pill often, so... I only carry this one with me..."

Hearing this, Lu Yuan said nothing more and simply put the Gathering Yang Pill into his pocket, saying:

"Then I won't stand on ceremony. I'll use this pill tonight when we catch that evil spirit."

He turned his head and looked at the group of Wuqing Temple disciples who were still bowing in front of him, and struggled to stand up.

"Then tonight, I'll have to trouble you all to lend me a hand."

Upon hearing this, the audience at Wuqing Temple bowed even lower and responded in unison:

"I will obey my uncle's orders!"

……

……

It was midnight.

Lu Yuan, who was almost frozen solid, swallowed the Gathering Yang Pill.

The next moment, a torrent of intense heat exploded throughout his body, melting away all the cold air in its path.

Lu Yuan recovered completely.

"Let's go up the mountain!"

……

……

The cool moonlight spilled like mercury onto the ground, and the group returned to the solitary wild mulberry tree.

The three-person meal has already been prepared.

Lu Yuan stood before the altar, picked up the yellow talisman with a ruined stroke between two fingers, placed it between his eyebrows, and chanted incantations.

"A single lamp dispels a thousand years of darkness, and seven stars guide the souls of the nine netherworlds."

"The starving are not bound to the earth by their own will; a full meal will surely lead to their rebirth."

"Lights on!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the yellow talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, turning into a wisp of green smoke.

At the same time, the seven ceramic dishes surrounding the altar suddenly burst into a dark green flame with a loud "boom"!

Ordinary incantations to summon spirits are ineffective against such bound spirits.

Lu Yuan remained expressionless and took out a bundle of items.

"Yunnan Bridge Noodles".

This is not food, but seven white cotton threads soaked in rootless water, each with a Northern Song Dynasty Da Guan Tong Bao coin tied to its end.

Lu Yuan stretched the line from the wild mulberry tree to the altar, forming a "money bridge".

Then another bronze mirror, the "Name-Asking Mirror," was taken out.

He aimed the mirror at the darkness at the roots of the mulberry tree, lightly touched the vermilion with his fingertip, and quickly wrote the character "问" (ask) in a flamboyant style on the smooth back of the mirror.

The incantation began again, the sound becoming ethereal and distant.

"Though without a monument or tomb, it has a name; its true form lies hidden deep within the earth's veins. Though illusory as a reflection in a mirror or the moon in the water, a glimmer of light reveals its name!"

The mirror surface rippled like water, and two blurry characters gradually emerged:

"He... San..."

Once a name is given, the recruitment process can begin.

Lu Yuan stepped on the "Yu Steps - Hungry Ghost Crossing" and shook the "Soul-Capturing Alligator Drum".

dong... dong... dong...

The drumbeats were dull and oppressive, like the rumbling in the stomach of someone who hadn't eaten for three days and three nights.

He played the drums while chanting in a strange tone.

"He Sanlang, He Sanlang, was born in the year of Gengzi and starved to death."

Wild mulberry trees serve as monuments, earth as beds; seventy years have passed, the offerings have grown cold.

Today we have millet rice and glutinous rice, three bowls of rice served over the top, a feast specially prepared for you.

If not now, when?!

This bizarre scene of singing and reciting made Shen Shulan and the audience in Wuqing almost pop their eyes out.

If Lu Yuan during the day gave them the impression of being professional.

So Lu Yuan is now a Grandmaster!

A thought, uncontrollably, arose in everyone's mind at the same time.

Just how high is Lu Yuan's cultivation level?

Could it be... that I'm almost at the Celestial Master realm?

But as soon as the idea came to mind, everyone shook their heads and dismissed the absurd thought.

impossible……

Lu Yuan looks to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

How could someone who is seventeen or eighteen years old possibly even begin to understand the basics of becoming a Celestial Master?

It should be noted that Shen Shulan, the undisputed number one female Celestial Master and a top genius from beyond the Great Wall, only became a Celestial Master at the age of twenty-five.

If Lu Yuan had reached the threshold of becoming a Celestial Master by the age of seventeen or eighteen.

What about Shen Shulan, and all those Taoists from Wuqing Temple who are called geniuses?

Is that a joke?

While the audience in Wuqing were pondering.

woo-

A sudden, eerie wind arose!

The eerie green flame of the Seven Star Soul-Guiding Lamp was instantly stretched and swayed wildly.

A hunched and ethereal shadow, less than four feet tall, was climbing step by step up the seven "money bridges" toward the altar.

Its appearance was exactly as described by the villagers: tattered clothes and sunken cheeks.

His eyes were two murky, dark green flames of hunger, fixed on the three bowls of stale rice.

It climbed onto the altar, eagerly picked up a bowl of rice, and squatted down on the altar, burying its face in the bowl.

They made loud, ravenous noises as they wolfed down their food.

Just now.

A peach wood sword, its entire body gleaming with an orange-red glow, silently rested against the neck of the "grave-headed man".

The gravedigger froze, slowly turned his head, and stared intently at Lu Yuan with his hungry, fiery eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed as he uttered a hoarse syllable.

"Hungry……"

Lu Yuan held a wooden sword, his face expressionless and his eyes cold.

"I was hungry before."

"Right now, I'm craving it."

What you crave is the vitality of living people, the freshness of life.

That's enough.

The next second, Lu Yuan channeled his spiritual power and slashed fiercely with his orange-red wooden sword.

A streak of orange-red sword light, incredibly fast and incredibly bright, swept across the area!

The head of the "grave mound man" was cleanly and decisively severed, turning into a wisp of black smoke that dissipated into the air.

The moment Lu Yuan made his move, Shen Shulan and his group behind him suddenly narrowed their eyes.

The immense spiritual power within Lu Yuan's body, belonging to a half-step Celestial Master, surged forth without reservation.

A pure "Daoist charm" that was visible to the naked eye vanished with a flash of the sword's edge!

That's not just simple power!

That is a symbol that one has integrated one's own path into spiritual power and touched a trace of "law and principle"!

This is irrefutable proof that he is a half-step Celestial Master!

Wait...wait a minute?!

How is this possible?!

Lu Yuan has truly reached the threshold of becoming a Celestial Master!

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old... half-step Celestial Master?!