This Taoist Master is too Frivolous

So he called Ma Xiaotiao to get some tables and chairs from the second floor, and had a meal with both Master Ma Long and his apprentice.

They clinked glasses.

Elder Wang asked, “Xu Yang, has your grandpa appeared in your dreams lately?”

Xu Yang shook his head and said, “I dreamed about my grandpa often when he first left, but he never actually gave me a message through my dreams.”

Being a master of Daoist Divine Transcendence Realm,

Xu Yang could distinguish between “dreaming” and “dream messages”.

“How strange!”

Elder Wang puzzled, “Could it be that something really happened to your grandpa? The connection between the human world and the underworld has been getting closer lately. Just yesterday, I contacted some old friends in Wrongful Death City to ask about your grandpa’s situation, but they didn’t find any information.”

“If your grandpa didn’t reincarnate, he must still be in the underworld!”

“With his abilities, it shouldn’t be difficult for him to send you a dream message. Why hasn’t he done so?”

Xu Yang shrugged.

How would I know?

As for Grandpa being in trouble?

That shouldn’t be the case… At least there was no accident last time Xu Yang burned offerings for him, which meant that the old man… No, the ghost should still be in the Underworld Palace.

As long as he was in the Underworld Palace, there was no need to worry.

Having mastered the “Communicating with the Netherworld,” Xu Yang could freely enter and exit the underworld. Moreover, he had connections with Judge Cui, so finding Grandpa would only be a matter of time.

As the three were chatting,

Yue Niang entered the funeral store, holding Xiao Miao.

As soon as Elder Wang saw Yue Niang, his eyes widened in surprise, and he exclaimed, “Xu Yang, is this the famous Ghost Immortal by your side? I didn’t expect that… this Ghost Immortal isn’t a human ghost.”

Yue Niang was astonished by Elder Wang’s words, her eyes glimmering as she looked at him, unable to see through Elder Wang.

Xu Yang stepped forward and introduced the two to each other.

When Yue Niang learned that Elder Wang was a being from the underworld and had survived the 600-year period of spiritual energy exhaustion, she immediately bowed to him, calling him “Lord Wang.”

Elder Wang laughed, “You have a delicate mind, young girl.”

Yue Niang said, “I’ve learned about the human world. During the 600-year spiritual energy exhaustion period, not only the spiritual energy was depleted, even the Dao became silent… It’s remarkable that you survived without going into hibernation or seeking refuge in the Small World. Even the immortals from heaven would struggle to achieve such a feat.”

Elder Wang’s smile grew even wider with that compliment.

He sipped his wine, beaming, “You flatter me… Immortals in heaven have their own ranks, and I am just slightly more powerful than ordinary immortals!”

On the side,

Ma Long was astonished.

Then he put on a “it’s only natural” face, and flattered, “Who is my master? A disciple of King Biancheng! Being stronger than immortals from heaven… Isn’t that what should be expected?”

“Haha!”

Elder Wang laughed and said, “Only my disciple knows me well.”

Yue Niang looked at Xu Yang and said, “Master Xu, Xiao Miao and I will go to the Ghost Market first.”

“Alright.”

Xu Yang nodded and said, “You go first, I’ll be there soon.”

Yue Niang, of course, was invited by Xu Yang.

With Elder Wang in the Ghost Market, Yue Niang the Ghost Immortal, and the large amount of weapons that Xu Yang burned, Xi Xia’s Ghost Market could now truly be considered rock-solid.

Soon,

Midnight approached.

Xu Yang, Ma Long, and Elder Wang left the funeral store.

As soon as the three left, Ma Xiaotiao hurriedly closed the door and shouted, “Yue Ya, quickly close the windows and put up the Daoist talismans!”

He opened the sack, took out handfuls of Daoist talismans, and pasted more than sixty of them directly on the rolling shutter door and on the side wall. As he pasted them, he said, “Hurry up and paste them anywhere you can! My master said… Don’t be frugal.”

Meanwhile,

Xu Yang and Ma Long entered the Ghost Market, holding corpse oil candles.

Before them were two towering yin poplar trees.

Below the trees, there was a row of dark cannons, and on both sides, a Gatling gun and more than a dozen heavy machine guns.

A well-trained group of underworld soldiers were hidden behind simple sandbag defensive fortifications.

Faintly visible in the sky above the Ghost Market, armed helicopters were hovering.

“Holy shit!”

Ma Long’s scalp tingled as he exclaimed in shock, “Old Xu, did you empty out the entire military zone?”

Even Wang Defa was shocked with a stunned look on his face.

He came to the defensive fortifications, touching the gun barrel, incredibly strong, with wonder and fear: “How is this possible… How is this possible… I’ve tried before, the guns of the living world can’t be used in the Underworld. Xu Yang, how did you manage to do this?”

“I don’t know.”

Xu Yang shrugged: “I just tried it casually. I didn’t expect it to work. Well, Elder Wang, let’s go in first.”

……

At this moment.

At the boundary between the mortal world and the underworld.

Within the void space, there was an almost illusory path!

This road is the Yin-Yang Path!

After a person dies, their soul returns to the Underworld Palace and enters the mortal world through this road!

Similarly, the beings of the underworld must also pass through this road to enter the mortal world!

The Yin-Yang Path, which had been broken for more than 600 years, was now being rebuilt. Numerous “holes” were still on the bridge, each containing an inexplicable power.

On the bridge, ghostly shadows were desperately rushing towards the end of the bridge.

Some of them were even completely sucked into the “holes” without even the time to scream!

As they walked along.

By the time they reached the Ghost Gate, most of the ghosts had fallen into these “holes”!

However, at this moment—

“Da-da-da-da!”

Bright tongues of fire ignited within the Yin-Yang Path.

“Get lost!”

“Hurry up and get lost!”

A few ferocious and evil ghosts, holding large pineapples, their bare chests wrapped in golden bullet chains, charged straight through, creating a bloody path among the other ghosts.

Behind them,

was a broken sedan chair.

A group of vicious ghosts carried the sedan chair across the Yin-Yang Path, with two powerful-looking guards following closely. They held various weapons such as machine guns, gatling guns, rocket launchers, and so on, radiating an air of intimidation.

The sedan curtain was lifted.

An elderly man in a Daoist robe stuck his head out, frowning: “Tell the brothers to behave. What if they scare people with such fierceness?”

Soon.

They reached the Ghost Gate.

This group of vicious ghosts, along with the sedan chair, disappeared into the Ghost Gate.

The next time they appeared, they were in the mortal world.

The sedan curtain was lifted again.

Once again, the elderly man wearing the Daoist robe stuck his head out. He looked at the surrounding environment and saw they were on a highway. He flew out of the highway and saw a sign by the road, which instantly made him excited and he laughed, “We’re here, we’re here…!”

“It’s here!”

“Wu City suburbs…”

“Brothers, let’s go to the city area!”

The old man in the Daoist robe had trembling hands.

He was now a ghost.

There were no tears.

But his eyes were somewhat red.

His grandson’s image appeared in his mind…

Although they were not blood-related,

the bond that grew from the 18 years they spent together had already surpassed the relationship of blood!

“Hurry up!”

“Move faster!”

“Now that the Ghost Gate is open, too many Yin spirits and ghosts have entered the mortal world. My grandson is an ordinary person, and he’s in a funeral shop… which makes it easier for him to attract malevolent beings!”

The old Daoist priest returned to the sedan chair, swearing silently, “Any little ghost that dares to bully my grandson will be turned into a human head lantern and be hung on Blackstone Mountain to be tortured for thousands or even tens of thousands of years!”

Watching the constantly changing scenery outside the sedan, the Daoist muttered, “Grandson, your grandpa is coming…”

……

PS: I caught a cold. During the day, except for picking up children, I was sleeping all the time. In the afternoon, after picking up my child, I started typing, and it’s less than 6000 words so far. There’s only one big chapter today, and there will be three chapters tomorrow.