Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 42 Shangqing Talismans, Immortal Taoists

Tiandao Temple.

This temple is different from ordinary temples; it is not aloof and unapproachable.

Incense, candles, yellow paper, paper figures, and amulets were placed at the temple entrance.

During this period, Huang Bai occasionally looked at feng shui and houses for people, and also took on some jobs such as praying for blessings, performing rituals, and warding off evil spirits.

As time went on, the temple gradually became more popular.

The temple was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, and a faint, exotic scent wafted through the air.

Huang Bai sat cross-legged in front of the cauldron, closing his eyes to cultivate.

After a moment, a faint hissing sound came from his sleeve, and then three cobras slowly poked their heads out from his sleeve.

This is precisely the technique of transforming a ribbon into a snake.

In his spare time, Huang Bai not only trained his troops and maintained his altar, but also practiced magic.

The Four Great Secret Incantations of Wong Tai Sin, the Transformation of the Ribbon into a Snake, and the Vajra Divine Sword Incantation are all things he has been practicing frequently lately.

After completing one round of cultivation, Huang Bai slowly withdrew his practice.

Just then, a ball rolled in through the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

The ball rolled all the way to the offering table before slowly coming to a stop.

Huang Bai looked up and saw half a small head peeking in from outside the temple gate. It was a child with snow-white hair, standing timidly at the door, staring longingly at the ball, but too afraid to come in.

Huang Bai glanced at him and casually picked up an orange from the offering table.

"come over."

The child paused for a moment, hesitated, and then slowly moved inside.

Huang Bai handed the orange over, and the child took it without saying a word. He just lowered his head and quietly peeled it, eating it in small bites.

"What's your name?"

"Which building do you live in?"

The child remained silent, continuing to eat the orange with his head down.

Looking at his white hair, Huang Bai had already roughly guessed what was going on.

This child is most likely the one that crazy woman takes around with her.

Sure enough, not long after, a woman's anxious voice came from outside the door.

"Little White! Little White!"

A woman with disheveled hair and a dazed expression rushed in, only relaxing when she saw the child.

"Mother."

Little White called out.

The woman quickly went over and hugged him, whispering something under her breath:

"What are you doing here? And you're eating your brother's food, so say thank you."

She was followed by the public housing manager, Uncle Yan.

Uncle Yan took a breath, nodded to Huang Bai, and said with a hint of helplessness:

"This mother and son are quite pitiful. After her husband died, Yang Feng became a bit crazy and spends her days wandering around the public housing area with her son."

Huang Bai glanced at the woman.

"How did her husband die?"

Uncle Yan sighed.

"Who knows. He seemed like a perfectly normal person before, but then his personality suddenly changed, and he even started assaulting female students. After the incident became public, his family fell apart, and he died."

At this point, Uncle Yan shook his head, unwilling to say more. After confirming that the child had been found, he turned around and went about his business.

Huang Bai stood still, his gaze fixed on the backs of the mother and child, but a slight thought stirred within him.

A drastic change in temperament?

This explanation doesn't sound like a typical story of a family being torn apart and its members killed.

"Come on, let's go home..." Yang Feng held the child tightly, as if afraid he would run away again.

"Sister Feng".

Huang Bai suddenly spoke up and called her to a stop.

Yang Feng froze, slowly turned her head, her eyes darting around, not daring to look at anyone.

"Want to do some odd jobs here?" Huang Bai asked calmly. "Cleaning, helping to tidy up, three hundred dollars a day."

Yang Feng was clearly stunned.

"Can...can I?"

She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, shrinking back, hardly believing that anyone would dare to hire her.

"Sure," Huang Bai nodded. "There are still quite a few empty rooms in the temple. If you'd like, you can stay here for now."

Yang Feng didn't agree immediately; her eyes already showed signs of wavering.

Looking at the child's snow-white hair, Huang Bai felt a strange, inexplicable feeling welling up inside him.

This child is strange.

If one chooses the path of spiritual practice, one might be able to grasp the basics very quickly.

If I were to leave this world in the future, I might be able to entrust the Heavenly Dao Temple to this child for care.

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Late at night, intermittent crying suddenly came from the old public housing building.

The crying was soft, yet it pierced the ears. It drifted near and far, lingering and swirling, sending chills down one's spine in the night.

A drunk man carrying a bottle of liquor stumbled upstairs.

The woman's crying filled his ears like the wind, making his already dizzy mind even more agitated.

"You damn bastard, which gossipy old woman is singing in the middle of the night?!"

"leave!"

The drunkard walked forward, cursing and swearing. As soon as he turned into the dimly lit stairwell, a cold wind rushed towards him.

The drunkard jolted awake, sobering up somewhat.

He looked at the empty stairwell, still forcing himself to curse, but his legs were already starting to feel weak.

The next moment, he looked up and saw a scene he would never forget.

The woman in red was suspended in mid-air, her long hair hanging down, her tongue sticking out three feet, and bloody tears streaming from her eyes, looking down at him.

"A ghost!!!"

The scream instantly shattered the silence of the night.

Then came a few muffled thuds as the drunk man slipped and tumbled down the stairs.

The next morning, in the shade of the trees under the public housing, the neighbors had already gathered in a circle, chatting away.

"Have you heard? That idiot Zhang from Building Three saw a ghost last night!"

"Really? How are things now?"

"He's still in the hospital. He's not dead, but he probably won't be able to stand up again for the rest of his life."

"Aunt Huang also said this morning that she saw a female ghost in red floating past from upstairs."

Someone suddenly remembered something.

"Isn't that newly opened Tiandao Temple next door supposed to be very effective? Why don't you go and try it out with Master Huang?"

Over the next two days, the ghost stories became increasingly bizarre.

Three more people were injured, and fewer people went out at night.

Ah-you lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He didn't want to get involved in these matters, but things had already escalated to the point of causing harm, and he felt uneasy about pretending not to see it.

"This is such a hassle."

Ah-you sighed and got out of bed anyway.

He walked up to the statue, took a step, made a sword gesture with his hands, and chanted a spell in a low voice.

"The finest jade, born of heaven and earth, with dragon and phoenix inscriptions, is displayed, its symbols flying swiftly, traversing the entire heavens..."

With practiced ease, he quickly drew several talismans, then picked up his peach wood sword and headed alone towards the haunted area.

The night was dark and windy, with heavy clouds overhead, making the public housing estate extremely dark. The management here is already lax, and streetlights are often not turned on at night, making the spaces between buildings feel even more oppressive.

Ah You opened his divine eye and looked up at the building. He saw that the rooftop was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, making the whole building seem as if it were covered with a layer of black mist.

"strangeness."

"This woman has been hanged for a year. She never caused any trouble before, so why did she suddenly go crazy today?"

As he was wondering, he suddenly caught sight of a figure standing in front of him.

Ah You tiptoed and crept over quietly.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Chung Kau.

Zhong Jiu was carrying an incense burner that was emitting blue smoke, and his expression was more gloomy than usual.

"Ah Jiu, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Zhong Jiu turned around and glanced at him, then gestured for him to be quiet.

"Shhh."

"I'm just here to check on things."

Ah You finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out it wasn't a coincidence; the two of them had the same idea.

Soon, the crying sounded again in the hallway.

"Waaaaah..."

Black mist surged out from the corner of the stairs, gradually coalescing into the shadow of a female ghost in red.

Ah-you gripped the peach wood sword tightly, about to step forward, but was pulled back by Zhong-jiu.

"Don't rush."

Zhong Jiu lowered his voice, but his eyes remained fixed on what was ahead, as if he was waiting for something.

The next moment, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, ripples appeared on one side of the wall, as if the surface of a stone had turned into water.

When Zhong Jiu saw this strange phenomenon, his expression changed immediately.

Immediately afterward, under the watchful eyes of the two, a figure dressed in a Taoist robe stepped out from the wall.

It is yellow and white.

Huang Bai raised his hand and a golden light shone out.

Whoosh!

A golden light pierced the sky and struck the female ghost's body.

"ah!!!"

The female ghost let out a piercing scream, her soul trembling violently, and even the surrounding air seemed to tremble at her cry.

Many people were instantly plunged into a nightmare.

"How fierce."

Huang Bai spoke coldly, his hands changing as he formed the Five Hells Seal, visualizing a fiery hell.

In an instant, a distorted illusion of firelight appeared around the female ghost, and the originally thick barrier of ghostly energy was quickly baked thinner.

boom!boom!

Huang Bai unleashed two more sun spells, the golden light striking the female ghost repeatedly, causing her to scream in agony and her soul to sway wildly, clearly unable to withstand the onslaught.

Huang Bai rushed forward, drew his magic sword, and with a flash of light, cleaved the female ghost in two.

The soul shattered, and the yin energy scattered.

The ghost never managed to get close to him, even until its death.

Ayou stood there, stunned for a moment before he came to his senses.

"This Taoist priest Huang... he actually has such abilities."

He knew beforehand that Huang Bai was no ordinary person, and he also guessed that this young man had some tricks up his sleeve.

Seeing him slay the demon so cleanly and efficiently still left me somewhat shocked.

Zhong Jiu's brows furrowed as well.

"What kind of magic is this...?"

"Passing through walls, golden light, a consecrated divine sword, illusions of hellfire... If this isn't a Shangqing talismanic Taoist priest, what kind of style is it?"

Just then, Huang Bai suddenly turned around, his gaze sweeping over like lightning.

"Who?"

A dark shadow flashed from his sleeve, and three cobras rose into the air, hovering in mid-air, flicking their tongues, revealing their ferocity.

Zhong Jiu's expression changed slightly, and he immediately stepped forward, raising his hand in a gesture of respect.

"Don't do anything, it's me."

"Fellow Daoist, you are truly capable."

Ah-you also came out, pondered for a moment, and couldn't help but voice his judgment.

"Neither Zhengyi nor Quanzhen, and not worshipping ghosts or gods... Could you perhaps be a Daoist immortal?"

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