This Taoist Master is too Frivolous

It’s not impossible.

Back in the day, the old man had injured his foundation during the battle for the Daoist tradition. His physical body was left with hidden injuries that couldn’t be healed, so his cultivation didn’t advance but regressed. However, his spiritual power has been progressing all along!

According to Elder Wang, if the old man hadn’t been injured, he would have been able to maintain his Daoist primordial spirit and enter the Spirit Refining Realm six or seven years ago.

After becoming the Ghost King, he learned the cultivation methods from Elder Wang, so it’s highly likely that he’s now above the level of the Ghost King.

However, there are so many experts in the Underworld Palace, and nobody knows if any accidents will happen.

Xu Yang pondered for a moment and said, “Elder Wang, can you take me to the Underworld Palace?”

Wang Defa shook his head and said, “It’s difficult…The Yin-Yang Path has not yet been restored, and even I don’t dare to enter the Underworld Palace easily, fearing that I will get lost in the Yin-Yang Path.”

Xu Yang said, “I have the Ghost Communication ability, which allows me to communicate with the netherworld. Can it increase the chances of entering the Underworld Palace?”

“Your heaven-given divine power is Ghost Communication?”

Elder Wang exclaimed, “This is the number one divine power among the 72 Earth-Devil Skills of the Daoist tradition. Not many people in the Daoist tradition have been able to cultivate this ability since ancient times!”

After a pause, his tone changed, and he continued, “If the Yin-Yang Path hadn’t had any issues, you could freely enter and exit the Underworld Palace using the Ghost Communication ability. But whether you can safely arrive at the Underworld Palace now…depends on luck!”

“The Ghost Festival, on the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, is coming soon. When the Ghost Gate opens, it’ll be the best opportunity to enter the Underworld Palace.”

Elder Wang said, “I’m also planning to return to the Underworld Palace to compete for the position of Judge. At that time, if the Ghost Gate opens, we can go together. With your Ghost Communication ability and my secret techniques, we can minimize the risk of getting lost.”

“Huh?”

Xu Yang said, “Does it have to be the Ghost Festival? The Ghost Festival is the opening day of the Ghost Market, and I’m planning to make a big splash during this year’s festival.”

“The Ghost Gate will open on the Ghost Festival and close three days later. We just need to enter the Underworld Palace before it closes.”

After the two discussed and reached an agreement, Wang Defa asked, “Has the Ghost Market’s owner come to see you?”

Xu Yang was surprised, “How did Elder Wang know?”

“He came to Silver City to find me after meeting with you, and he mentioned you during that time.”

Wang Defa said, “The Ghost Market’s owner is not someone to be trifled with. You mustn’t offend him.”

Xu Yang said, “Why would I offend him for no reason… Moreover, he’s quite kind. He told me that if I ever have any trouble in the future, I can go to the Ghost Market to find him.”

Wang Defa: “….”

He hesitated slightly, staring at Xu Yang with a strange expression on his face, and said, “What’s going on? How could he make such a promise to you? Are the rumors circulating in the ghost circles true?”

Xu Yang, completely puzzled, asked, “What rumors?”

“Nevermind.”

Elder Wang didn’t seem to want to elaborate on this matter, shook his head and said, “You don’t need to inquire about the identity of the owner of the Ghost Market. As for the promise he made to you… don’t use it lightly. After the Ghost Festival, I will come to find you… Disciple, let’s go. I will take you to Purifying the Mind in the Mortal Realm.”

The master and disciple walked out. Ma Long said, “Master, didn’t you just return to West Xia today? How come the owner of the Fengdu City Ghost Market went to find you in Silver City yesterday?”

Wang Defa: “This is the secret between me and the owner of the Ghost Market. Don’t ask about the reasons… Are there any new venues in Wu City recently?”

Watching the master-disciple duo leaving in the car, Xu Yang stood in front of the funeral shop, silent for a moment. He returned to the shop, moved several dozen boxes of “toy weapons” from the warehouse, and called Ma Xiaotiao to fetch a copper basin and incense burner. Xu Yang first lit three sticks of incense for the old man, paid his respects, and then lit the “toy weapons,” throwing them one by one into the copper basin. While throwing them, he said, “Old man, I don’t know what it’s like for you down there…”

“You’re so… You didn’t even send me a dream when you went down.”

“But it doesn’t matter. I’ll come to the Underworld Palace to find you in half a month… I’ll give you a surprise then!”

Xu Yang babbled on for quite a while, only getting up after all the “toy weapons” had turned to ashes. He had Ma Xiaotiao put away the copper basin and incense burner and drove back to the villa himself.

Inside the villa, the women were chasing after their favorite TV series.

Yun Mengxi was still talking about the “Frozen Fish War God” and killing him, while Xu Yang silently returned to his bedroom and practiced his Daoist talisman.

…

In the Underworld Palace, 6,800 miles west of Wrongful Death City.

There was a dense forest.

The trees in the forest were not particularly tall, resembling larches with slender trunks. The needle-like leaves on them were not green but a dark grey color.

The flowers and plants in the forest were also withered and half-dead.

In particular, some of the flowers had human faces floating above them, appearing eerily strange.

Even the moths flying around in the forest, if observed closely, had human faces on them.

This forest was called the Black Forest.

Deep in the Black Forest, there was a mountain called Blackstone Mountain.

Blackstone Mountain was shrouded in fog and Yin wind all year round. A group of formidable “ghost bandits” were stationed on the mountain, and they were quite famous within a radius of a few thousand miles. Their leader, who had appeared on Blackstone Mountain more than four years ago, defeated the leader of the mountain and became the king of Blackstone Mountain.

He was known as… the Blackstone Ghost King!

As for this “Blackstone Ghost King,” there was a rumor… but it couldn’t be confirmed whether it was true or not, and the ghosts who heard it only laughed at it.

It was said that…

The Blackstone Ghost King could draw Daoist talismans!

That’s right!

A ghost drawing talismans?

Isn’t this nonsense?

At this moment.

On top of Blackstone Mountain, on the rooftop of a gloomy building.

A ghost in the form of an old man sat in a chair, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

He was wearing a Daoist robe.

On the table in front of him, there was a stack of Daoist talismans.

Behind him, there stood two tall and burly, green-faced, and fanged ghosts.

“Sigh…”

The old man sighed.

A ghost behind him hurriedly asked, “Why does the king sigh?”

The old man said, “I have been in the underworld for more than four years, and I still can’t get used to the moon here… You guys call this thing the moon, but why is the moon in the underworld blood-colored? And it’s always full… The so-called moon has its phases of waxing and waning, only then can it be called the moon.”

Turning to look at the two brothers behind him, the old man smiled and said, “I almost forgot, you are both native spirits of the underworld and have never seen the mortal world… What about the information I asked you to find out?”

“King… The defenses of Fengdu City are now strict, and our brothers have no guides to enter.”

“Nonsense, if you can’t enter the main gate, you can’t think of a way to sneak in?”

“Even sneaking in is impossible… Apparently, the underworld soldiers in Fengdu City have got their hands on some new weapons, like AKs, shotguns, and gatling guns. Some of our brothers didn’t even get close to Fengdu City before being killed!”

The old man was startled and asked in surprise, “Are you sure it was AKs, shotguns, and gatling guns?”

The green-faced ghost replied, “Yes, your Majesty. I heard there are also Hamlets, high-explosive grenades, and rocket launchers…”

The old man was silent for a long time before mumbling, “It should be a Barrett… But why would such a thing appear in the underworld? It doesn’t make sense…”

Bang!

At this point, a large wooden box fell from the sky and landed in front of the old man.

“Who’s there?”

The two ghosts immediately stepped forward, looking left and right, their faces alert.

The old man pushed the two ghosts away with one hand, stepped forward to examine the wooden box, and noticed a “dangerous” skull symbol on it.

This kind of thing did not exist in the underworld.

“This is…”

“Something from the mortal world?”

“Did my lovely grandson burn it for me?”

The old man hesitated, “Why would he burn a broken box for me?”

After prying open the wooden box,

the old man was stunned.

Because the box was piled up neatly with yellow-orange shells…

Bang!

At this point, another wooden box fell down.

The old man came forward and pried open the box to find a collection of AK-47s inside.

Then came the third box, the fourth box…

In no time, the entire rooftop was filled with wooden boxes, and the old man stared dumbfounded at the various weapons, exclaiming, “What… what’s going on? Can weapons like these be burned into the underworld?”

“Is it Xu Yang who burned them?”

“Why would he suddenly burn these things for me?”

“If these were truly burned by Xu Yang, then the weapons in Fengdu City… Could he have burned those too?”

The old man couldn’t figure it out and could only mutter to himself, “What is Xu Yang up to? In the past month, I’ve tried several times to send him dreams, but I’ve never succeeded…”

He held an AK in his left hand and a high-explosive grenade in his right hand, taking a deep breath to suppress all his thoughts and shouting, “Go, gather the brothers… Distribute these weapons to everyone, and within half a month, I want you to conquer all the forces within 9,000 miles north of Black Forest.”

“Ah…”

“King, 9,000 miles north of the Black Forest… that’s almost bordering the territory of Fengdu City.”

“I want to border Fengdu City’s territory… In this way, we’ll have a chance to contact people in Fengdu City and make plans to return to the mortal world in the future!”

After finishing, the old man said, “With these weapons, you should be able to quickly clear all obstacles… Alright, I have matters to attend to, I’ll retreat now!”

He hurried back to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and a special aura emanated from him…

After a long time.

The old man opened his eyes.

A trace of doubt appeared on his face.

“What…?”

“Why did it fail again?”

“Logically, now that the Yin-Yang Path is about to reconnect, it shouldn’t be difficult for me to send a dream to the mortal world even in the underworld… Why do I keep failing?”

“Could there be some master secretly working behind the scenes?”

The old man’s gaze flickered, but the only possibility he could think of was this… It couldn’t be that his lovely grandson hadn’t been sleeping all this time, could it?

How could that be?

He was just a normal person; if he didn’t sleep every day, wouldn’t he die from exhaustion?

…

In the mortal world.

Wu City.

The sunlight outside the window silently entered the room again.

Xu Yang, who had been painting talismans all night, stretched lazily, went to the rooftop, and silently circulated a cycle of the Divine Ascension Scripture, immediately refreshing his body and mind.

He went downstairs.

After washing up and eating breakfast, Xu Yang received a phone call from Feng Zhaoqing.

“Supreme Sage Xu!”

“Our Wu City Martial Arts Academy is now completed, and as per the Ministry of Education’s instructions… We should start enrolling students!”

…

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