I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Su Muyu seemed to remember something and said, "When the time comes, you'll use a secondary account to take orders, and I'll disguise you."

The next day, a young Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain went out to accept a client.

He was wearing an ordinary Taoist robe, made of grayish-blue fabric, with the cuffs and collar washed white.

He had a black cloth belt tied around his waist, with a string of copper coins and a small gourd hanging from it.

He was wearing cloth shoes, with a little mud on the surface.

His expression was languid, as if he had just woken up and wasn't fully awake yet.

He was somewhat handsome, but not outstanding; the kind of person you wouldn't notice in a crowd.

His clothes were clean, and he exuded a casual and unhurried demeanor.

He doesn't seem very strong; he looks like a novice Taoist priest with some Taoist skills, but not many.

This is what Zhang Yangqing looks like after he disguises himself.

He gave himself the Taoist name "Qingyue," which sounds like a newly initiated Taoist priest.

Leaving Longhu Mountain, we walked through the streets and alleys.

Indeed, some people would greet Zhang Yangqing, but those greetings were not because of him personally, but because people felt that Taoists were approachable and were being polite to Taoist disciples.

Some people will say "Hello, young Taoist priest," some will ask "Where are you going to beg for alms, Taoist priest?" and some will give him a few pieces of fruit.

If Zhang Yangqing himself were to appear on the street, he would be surrounded by a huge crowd.

Fans, reporters, curious passersby, young people wanting to become his apprentices, and clients seeking his exorcism services—he could block the entire street.

This is why Su Muyu disguised him.

After changing vehicles several times—a bus from Longhushan to the city center, and a train from the city center to the county town—Zhang Yangqing arrived in a small county town.

The county town is small, with only a few main streets. There are not many pedestrians on the streets, and occasionally a motorcycle will whiz by.

Most of the shops along the road sell daily necessities; there is a breakfast shop, a barbershop, and a general store.

There is no hustle and bustle of big cities here, the pace of life is slow, and it looks peaceful.

The elderly sat on the stone benches at the entrance of the alley, basking in the sun; children chased and played in the alley; and women picked vegetables and chatted at their doorsteps.

Zhang Yangqing found the place where Qin Ming placed the order according to the address. Before he even entered the door, he heard pig squealing from the side.

The scream was shrill and piercing, and it was especially loud in the quiet alley.

He turned his head and saw a pig slaughtering stall not far away, where several men were holding down a large, fat pig.

The pig was pinned to a bench, its four legs bound with rope, and it struggled desperately.

A middle-aged man wearing rubber shoes and a leather apron was sharpening a long knife on a whetstone, making a "whoosh" sound.

Qin Ming was helping to massage her legs. He was wearing an old T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, revealing his strong arms.

His face was tense, and his forehead was covered in sweat, but his hands were steady.

Zhang Yangqing recognized him at a glance; he looked exactly like the photo.

Square face, thick eyebrows, small but bright eyes, slightly thick lips, and stubble on his chin.

He looks to be in his early twenties and appears very hardworking.

Zhang Yangqing didn't disturb him, but stood aside and watched.

After the pig was slaughtered and several men carried it away, Qin Ming straightened up, wiped his sweat, turned around, and saw Zhang Yangqing.

Qin Ming was taken aback for a moment, then walked over somewhat embarrassed.

He reached out his hand, wanting to shake hands and greet him, but when he looked down and saw that his hands were covered in blood, he withdrew his hand, wiped it on his clothes, and gave an embarrassed smile.

Qin Ming's fingers were long and slender, but his knuckles were thick, a mark left by years of hard work.

"Is this Master Qingyue? It's really kind of you to come all this way."

Qin Ming's voice was soft, tinged with apology.

The reason he came over to greet Zhang Yangqing was because he had also seen a notification on the Taoist app that a Taoist priest had accepted an order. Zhang Yangqing looked at him and casually asked, "Are you a pig butcher?"

Qin Ming shook his head, a hint of shyness in his smile: "No, I used to be terrified of slaughtering pigs, and I would cover my ears whenever I heard their screams."

At that moment, a young man walked over. He was wearing a floral shirt and his hair was styled with hair gel. He looked like the kind of person who knew how to get things done.

He chimed in, his tone exaggerated: "Master, this kid, let alone slaughtering pigs, he wouldn't even step on an ant before! Last time he stepped on an ant, he kept muttering about it for three days, saying, 'It's a life too.'"

After the young man finished speaking, he laughed first.

Qin Ming scratched his head awkwardly, confirming that it was indeed the case.

He used to be quite extreme; he wouldn't even swat mosquitoes, he would just shoo them away.

Zhang Yangqing asked the young man curiously, "Then why was Qin Ming at the pig slaughtering stall?"

The young man explained, "Taoist Master, we have some folk remedies around here. Qin Ming has recently been possessed by an evil spirit, so the older generation says that participating in animal killings and getting some of that killing energy will ward off the evil. We don't know if it works, but we've tried everything we can."

He paused, then his tone became serious: "Of course, our methods may not be professional, and we will need your help, Master. We will cooperate with you."

Zhang Yangqing nodded, which showed that Qin Ming had some connections and was well-liked in the area.

Everyone tried to help him, whether they genuinely believed in the "being tainted by murderous intent" theory or just wanted peace of mind.

Zhang Yangqing said to the young man, "Alright, you go ahead with your work. Qin Ming and I will go check on his condition."

The young man said goodbye and left to continue helping with the slaughtering of pigs.

Qin Ming took Zhang Yangqing to his residence.

After passing through several alleys and turning a few corners, I arrived at an old building.

The building is not tall, only two stories high, and the paint on the exterior walls has peeled off, revealing the gray-black cement underneath.

This is Qin Ming's self-built house. The door is a security door, and the paint has faded. There is a small sachet hanging on the doorknob. The sachet is so old that you can't tell its original color, but it still emits a faint sandalwood scent.

Upon entering, you'll find a small living room.

The floor is covered with old floor tiles, some of which are cracked.

The wallpaper on the wall was yellowed, and in a few places the edges were peeling up.

The sofa was an old-fashioned wooden sofa with a cotton cushion, which had collapsed and was not very comfortable to sit on.

The television was also an old-fashioned, thick type, not the kind that was mounted on the wall.

Qin Ming lived with his grandmother. His parents died in a car accident, leaving only his grandmother and him at home.

Grandma is very old; her hair is completely white, and her face is covered in deep wrinkles, but her eyes are still quite bright.

She was wearing a gray-blue cotton dress, an apron that had been washed and patched up for who knows how many years, and a palm-leaf fan in her hand.

When the old man saw Zhang Yangqing, the young Taoist priest, his wrinkled face broke into a smile. He quickly put down his palm-leaf fan, greeted Zhang Yangqing, and then walked shakily to the cabinet, opened the door, and took out an iron box from inside.

The tin box was an old-fashioned biscuit tin; the lid was rusty and made a creaking sound when opened.

She took out a few candies, a few biscuits, and a small packet of tea that she didn't know when it was made.

She placed the things on the table and pushed them in front of Zhang Yangqing, saying, "Little Taoist priest, have something to eat and some tea. There's nothing much to offer, please don't mind."

Zhang Yangqing glanced at the production dates of the candies; they had expired long ago.

Some of the candy wrappers had faded, and the candy inside had probably melted.

The cookies were the same; some were already broken, and some were too soft.

These are all treasured by the old man. He is reluctant to eat them himself and only takes them out when guests come.

Qin Ming coaxed his grandmother to go to the yard to feed the chickens. The old lady had raised several chickens and had enclosed a small circle in the corner of the yard with a bamboo fence.

He helped his grandmother carry the chicken feeder out, refilled the kettle, and then returned to the living room. He looked at Zhang Yangqing apologetically and reached out to take the expired candies.

"I'm sorry, Daoist Master, that's just how my grandmother is. She wouldn't even eat things that aren't expired, unless they're for you."

His voice trailed off, his face full of apology. (End of Chapter)