Blind Ghostwriter: Starts with the full level of Nine Yang Magic Skill

Chapter 312 Nightmare
"Master Gu!" Wang Dongli stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "I will immediately send my disciple to inform the Canglan Sword Sect. We need your testimony on this matter. I just challenged Elder Qi at the Canglan Sword Sect. They may not believe what I said."

"You mean the Gluttonous Divine Skill?" Gu Mo asked.

Wang Dongli nodded and said, "Yes, the Heavenly God Society is quite powerful. However, although it has been stirring up trouble in the Yunzhou area for more than a year, it has always been behind the scenes and has hardly done anything serious. Therefore, although it is hated by various sects in the martial arts world, it has never been classified as a demonic sect."

However, now that it has been learned that the Heavenly God Society is actually a remnant of Gongsun Jue's former subordinates, a group of evil cultivators who practiced the Gluttonous Divine Art, then the Heavenly God Society can be directly defined as the demonic path, and a warrant for their arrest should be issued. At the same time, the Six Doors (the government's secret police) can be requested to intervene and jointly suppress and eliminate them; otherwise, the consequences will be endless.

Gu Mo was well aware of the dangers of the Gluttonous Divine Skill. No matter where it was placed, the Gluttonous Divine Skill, which absorbed other people's internal energy and used it for its own purposes, was an evil skill that would plunge the martial arts world into panic.

After Gongsun Jue was killed at Longhu Mountain, that group of people who practiced the Taotie Divine Skill roamed the martial arts world. Before Longhu Mountain was closed, the last wanted notice issued by the martial arts leader was about the Taotie Divine Skill.

Gu Mo immediately said, "No problem, I'll write a letter to the Canglan Sword Sect right away, explain the situation, and ask them to investigate."

"Thank you very much, Master Gu!"

"No need for thanks, I'm also a member of the martial arts world!" Gu Mo smiled slightly and said, "I have some medical knowledge. I noticed that Sect Leader Wang seemed to have been injured when he fought against Elder Sect Leader Qi on Canglan Mountain. If you don't mind, I can help take a look."

Wang Dongli immediately extended his hand and said, "The Medicine Saint Qi Miaoxuan once publicly stated in the martial arts world that Hero Gu's medical skills are no less than his own. It is truly an honor to have Hero Gu examine my injuries. I will trouble Hero Gu in the future!"

"You're welcome."

Gu Mo smiled slightly, reached out and placed his hand on Wang Dongli's wrist, channeling a stream of true energy into Wang Dongli's meridians.

Soon after, it was discovered that Wang Dongli's injuries had basically healed, and even the wounds had almost completely healed.

"Sect Leader Wang's recovery ability is astonishing. His injuries have basically healed, and he is out of danger," Gu Mo said.

Wang Dongli said, "Then I can rest assured."

“However,” Gu Mo added, “Sect Leader Wang, your recovery from this injury is not normal.”

Wang Dongli asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Gu Mo went straight to the point, saying, "I detected a special kind of energy in your blood. It's not your true energy, and it doesn't even belong to you. This energy contains enormous energy that can give your body the ability to cleanse your marrow and bones. However, there are limitations. This energy is tied to your primordial spirit, forming a balance. But once this balance is broken, unpredictable harm may occur. Of course, it could also be a good thing."

Gu Mo did not scare Wang Dongli.

All of what he just mentioned were detected by him.

The reason he offered to treat Wang Dongli's injuries was because Hongyi had previously mentioned that Wang Dongli's Yuan Shen Sword technique originated from a member of the Peacock Spirit Clan. Therefore, Gu Mo suspected that Wang Dongli was related to the Peacock Spirit Clan.

And now this investigation has confirmed that Wang Dongli is definitely related to the Peacock Spirit Clan.

Gu Mo had already seen this unique power hidden in the blood, just like the Qilin Spirit Clan he met in the Ruins of Mobei. However, the Qilin Spirit Clan members possessed the spiritual power of the Fire Qilin, while Wang Dongli, a member of the Peacock Spirit Clan, possessed the spiritual power of ice.

However, there is a difference. The fire spirit power of the fire qilin does not harm the people of the qilin spirit clan. They are not only free from illness and injury but also live long lives. However, the spirit power in Wang Dongli's body is different. It is pulling at his primordial spirit and his physical body at the same time, giving the impression that if he loses his spirit power, his soul will be scattered and his body will perish.

at this time,

Upon hearing Gu Mo's words, Wang Dongli's eyes flashed with shock, and he asked urgently, "Master Gu, you...you...can you really find that aura?"

Gu Mo nodded and said, "Of course, if I were joking, I wouldn't have gone into such detail."

Wang Dongli quickly asked, "Can it be cured?"

"Heal?" Gu Mo asked in confusion, "Why do you say heal? This energy contains powerful energy that can help you recover from your injuries quickly. Moreover, it can also allow you to master the power of the Ascension Realm. Isn't that a good thing?"

"Ascension Realm power?" Wang Dongli asked, puzzled.

Gu Mo said, "The primordial spirit power attached to your last sword strike during your duel with Elder Qi at Canglan Mountain today is a power that only those at the Ascension Realm can master."

Wang Dongli asked in surprise, "That's the power of the Ascension Realm? But isn't ascension only something that exists among Qi cultivators? I cultivate the true meaning of martial arts, how could I possibly ascend?"

Gu Mo chuckled and said, "This is the benefit that the energy in your blood brings you. That's why I asked you why you mentioned healing?"

Wang Dongli sighed and said, "Master Gu, you only know one side of the story. If it were just about being able to quickly recover from injuries and master what you call... the power of the Ascension Realm, then it would naturally be a good thing, a blessing from God. But in reality, it is not a blessing but a curse."

"I'd like to hear the details," Gu Mo said. "Sect Leader Wang, please explain in more detail, and perhaps I can come up with a solution."

As Wang Dongli walked, he said, "I don't know where to begin. Our Wang family has been in Yunzhou for nearly two hundred years. From the first ancestor to me, we are the seventh generation. We have always been a single-lineage family."

Each generation was quite famous in the martial arts world. The most renowned was my grandfather, who was once the number one expert in Yunzhou. Even my father, though it is said that the Wang family declined under his leadership, was still a first-class expert in the martial arts world.

However, under these circumstances, anyone with a discerning eye would notice that every generation of our Wang family descendants has never ventured into the martial world in their later years, nor even appeared in it. This is a curse!

Gu Mo was completely confused and asked, "What exactly happened? Died young?"

“No,” Wang Dongli said, “My father is now in his seventies and is still alive, but he has been bedridden for almost thirty years. During these thirty years, he has been suffering from illness and sometimes goes mad.”

Wang Dongli took a deep breath and said, "Actually, there has always been a rumor in the martial arts world that my grandfather died in depression after being defeated by Master Qi. But in reality, although my grandfather was hit hard, he was not so badly hurt that he couldn't bear it."

At that time, after my grandfather moved to Qingyang County, although he was depressed for a while, he quickly cheered up and began to work hard, determined to find an opportunity to defeat Elder Qi. However, at that time, the curse appeared again, and my grandfather's emotions began to get out of control, as if he had gone mad.

In the following years, his body began to wither, his blood and energy deteriorated, and he suffered from illness. He was bedridden for ten years before passing away. However, because the timing was too coincidental, and my Wang family, to protect our reputation, would not publicly reveal the matter of the curse passed down through generations, rumors circulated in the martial arts world that my grandfather had been defeated by Elder Qi and died in despair.

Gu Mo hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What about your father?"

Wang Dongli said, "My father, like my grandfather, started to lose his mind about thirty years ago. Later, his blood and qi deteriorated, his body withered, and he has been bedridden ever since."

These are not isolated cases. My great-grandfather, great-great ...

The reason for this situation is that the energy you detected, Master Gu, is recorded in my family history. When we were young, this energy would be in our blood, giving us extraordinary talents, allowing us to recover from injuries quickly, and at the same time, granting us powerful martial arts talent. The higher our martial arts realm, the stronger our talent becomes.

While others find cultivation increasingly difficult as they progress, our Wang family finds it easier as we progress, and we even awaken special talents. For example, I awakened my combat talent last year. The more I fight against masters, the more enlightenment I gain. Sometimes it's breaking through bottlenecks, and sometimes it's even enabling me to create a new martial art.

But I know that this means I am about to follow in the footsteps of my grandfather and father, because they also became delirious not long after reaching this stage, and eventually their health deteriorated and they were bedridden.

I knew my destiny had arrived, so I eagerly went to challenge Elder Qi. Actually, I wasn't prepared, but I feared that if I didn't challenge him now, I'd miss my chance. Unfortunately, I still lost and failed to vindicate the Wang family!

Gu Mo said, "It's already very good. You're already third on the Heavenly Ranking in Yunzhou, aren't you? The Wang family... or rather the Dongli Sect, is the top martial arts force in Yunzhou."

"Sigh!" Wang Dongli sighed and continued, "For generations, we have been trying to find ways to deal with it, but to no avail. Over the years, I have also sought out many experts, including the medical god Wei Wuwei, but no one has been able to detect that energy. Master Gu, you are the only one!"
"Master Gu, if you can cure me, please feel free to make any request. I will go through fire and water for you. If you cannot cure me, please keep this a secret for the Wang family. Thank you!"

Throughout the entire process, Gu Mo was using the Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique to influence Wang Dongli's consciousness. It can be confirmed that Wang Dongli was not lying. In other words, Wang Dongli had no idea that the blood in his body was the blood of the Peacock Spirit Clan.

So Gu Mo said, "It can be cured, in theory. I have met people like you before, no, not just one person, but an entire clan."

Wang Dongli quickly asked, "Then, have they cured them?"

Gu Mo nodded and said, "It's cured, but there's one condition: we must find the root cause. To be honest, the blood in that clan comes from the Fire Qilin, one of the thirteen forbidden creatures in legend, while your blood comes from the Seven-Colored Peacock, another of the thirteen forbidden creatures."

Wang Dongli's eyes widened, filled with shock and disbelief.

Gu Mo waved his hand and said, "I know you will find it hard to accept such a legendary thing in a short time, but don't be shocked. Let me tell you about the treatment method first. It is to find an item that can attract the spiritual energy in your body. I have a martial art called Great Spirit Devouring Hand, which can use the properties of that item to absorb the spiritual energy. At that time, the curse of your Wang family can be removed naturally."

Wang Dongli's eyes were filled with confusion and shock for a moment. He said in a deep voice, "Master Gu... I can't accept what you're saying for a while. It feels like listening to a story. But I believe you wouldn't make up such a bizarre story to deceive me. Where can I find that kind of item?"

Gu Mo said, "It must be an item from the Seven-Colored Peacock. So, the prerequisite is to find the location of the Seven-Colored Peacock first. I personally suggest you carefully check the ancient books and other things passed down from your ancestors to find out where your Wang family came from. That is, where your ancestor came from more than a hundred years ago?"

Wang Dongli nodded slowly and said, "I really didn't know about this, and I never thought about it before. I will start investigating as soon as I get back."

Gu Mo nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Wang Dongli also fell silent, clearly processing the information he had just received from Gu Mo.

Although the fire unicorn and the seven-colored peacock that Gu Mo just mentioned were things that the three of them had long accepted and didn't think were a big deal, they were like a fantasy to ordinary people in the martial arts world.

Although the legend of the Thirteen Taboos is not exactly a secret in the martial arts world and can be found in novels, few people take it seriously. They treat it as a legend. For example, Wang Dongli only considers it a fictional story, and many people have never even heard of it.

In this situation, being told that the legend is true can indeed have a shocking impact on one's understanding.

As they walked,

Gu Chudong asked telepathically, "Brother, can you really cure it?"

Gu Mo replied, "Theoretically, it is possible. The Great Spirit Devouring Hand is specifically designed to absorb spiritual energy. However, forcibly absorbing it will cause great harm to people. Therefore, it is necessary to use an item with the same properties to attract spiritual energy and then draw it out. So, theoretically speaking, as long as we find the Seven-Colored Peacock and put something on it, we can extract the spiritual energy from Wang Dongli's body."

"Just like when you used the Qilin bone to help the Yu Shijiu clan extract the spiritual energy of the Fire Qilin?" Gu Chudong asked.

“Yes,” Gu Mo said, “It will be easier now, I have improved the Great Spirit Devouring Hand.”

Gu Chudong said, "Hopefully the Wang family has something left behind by the Seven-Colored Peacock." After a moment's thought, Gu Chudong asked again, "By the way, brother, can Gongsun Jue really be resurrected?"

“Impossible,” Gu Mo said. “Gongsun Jue was completely destroyed by me back then, and could not be resurrected. He was lucky enough to enter the cycle of reincarnation and become another person. Or, if he was destined to be born with knowledge, he might have a chance to awaken his innate wisdom and regain his memories. But a pure resurrection is impossible.”

"That day, the gods would..."

"It's pure nonsense and a way to fool people," Gu Mo said. "Someone must have their eyes on the remnants left behind by Gongsun Jue. After all, if they are put together, they will be a considerable force. Moreover, they are all practitioners of the Taotie Divine Art, which can have many unexpected effects."

Without exception, those who received the Taotie Divine Skill from Gongsun Jue were all his die-hard loyalists. Therefore, by using the pretext of resurrecting Gongsun Jue, once they believed it, they could be easily controlled and a group of loyal followers could be obtained.

"Is that so? Is it really impossible to be resurrected?" Gu Chudong asked.

“Impossible,” Gu Mo said. “Think of it this way: after a person dies, their primordial spirit dissipates into a kind of energy that merges into the world. And the world is full of that kind of energy, just like pouring it into the ocean. Can you then scoop up that bucket of water from before? Moreover, after a person dies, their consciousness has already dissipated.”

"understood."

……

The dilapidated temple where Wang Dongli was healing was not far from Canglan Mountain. The disciple he sent to deliver the message was also a martial arts expert and was very fast. Therefore, it did not take long before the people from Canglan Sword Sect arrived and took over the bodies of this group of Heavenly God Society members.

Subsequently,

Gu Mo and his group then traveled to Qingyang County with Wang Dongli and his apprentice.

Five days later, the group arrived at Yandong Mountain outside Qingyang County, travel-worn and weary.

The mountain is not steep, but it is lush with trees. The Dongli School is built against the mountain, with pavilions and towers hidden among the greenery, giving it a secluded and tranquil feel.

However, as soon as they arrived at the mountain gate, Gu Mo and Hongyi frowned slightly at the same time and exchanged a glance without making a sound.

They all clearly sensed a faint yet distinct fluctuation of primordial spirit power emanating from the depths of the Dongli Sect.

Gu Mo's heart skipped a beat.

His main purpose this time was to investigate the disappearance of Tie Tou, and the perpetrator was very likely someone who had mastered the power of the primordial spirit. Such a person was rare not only in Yunzhou, but also in the entire world.

Wang Dongli is one of the suspects, and now that the Dongli Sect has another person with the power of the primordial spirit, the possibility is even greater.

but,

Gu Mo guessed that this person must be Wang Dongli's father, someone who also possessed the peacock's spiritual power.

Although Wang Dongli said his father had been bedridden for many years, for someone at the Nascent Soul stage, the physical body was no longer important. Just then,
A young man in his early twenties, who bore a striking resemblance to Wang Dongli, stumbled out of the gate, tears streaming down his face. Filled with immense panic and helplessness, he grabbed Wang Dongli's sleeve and cried out in a piercing voice:

"Father! Father! You're finally back... Grandpa... Grandpa... He's dying, you must go see him one last time!"

Wang Dongli was struck dumb, his face turning deathly pale instantly. The slight relaxation he had felt upon returning home vanished, replaced by immense pain and distress in his eyes.

He didn't even have time to greet Gu Mo and the others. His figure shot up like an arrow, becoming a blurry afterimage, and flew towards the direction from which the primordial spirit fluctuation came—a quiet courtyard on the mountainside.

"go!"

Gu Mo said in a deep voice, and then followed closely behind Gu Chudong and Hongyi.

Wang Dongli's disciple quickly told the young master of the Wang family about the identities of Gu Mo and the others, so the young master of the Wang family did not stop them.

Soon, Gu Mo and his group caught up with the group and arrived at the outside of a large courtyard.

As luck would have it, the source of that primordial spirit fluctuation was right in the main room right in front of them.

Suddenly, Wang Dongli's heart-wrenching cry came from inside the house: "Father—!"

At the very moment this mournful cry rang out, Gu Mo and Hongyi clearly sensed that the primordial spirit power that had been struggling to maintain its strength, like a bubble that had been punctured, emitted a silent lament, fluctuated violently for a moment, and then completely dissipated and dissolved, turning into countless tiny points of light that silently merged into the surrounding天地元气 (heaven and earth energy), leaving no trace.

This is the phenomenon of consciousness fading away, the primordial spirit returning to nothingness, completely dissipating, and returning to the origin of heaven and earth.

Gu Mo and the other two went inside.

The room was filled with a strong smell of medicine and an indescribable stench of decay.

Wang Dongli knelt down beside the bed, tightly holding the hand of the person on the bed, his shoulders heaving violently, and his suppressed sobs were heartbreaking.

The person lying on the bed was Wang Dongli's father. He was emaciated, with only a layer of grayish skin tightly covering his bones, looking like dried firewood.

The neck and arms exposed outside the thin blanket were covered with large areas of festering sores, some of which had scabbed over and turned black, while others oozed yellow fluid and emitted a foul stench.

His eyes were sunken deep, his mouth was slightly open, and he had already stopped breathing.

This appearance was even more tragic and terrifying than Wang Dongli's description of "collapsed blood and qi, withered body," clearly indicating that he had endured unimaginable pain in the final moments of his life.

Gu Mo's gaze swept over the area, and he keenly sensed that the special spiritual energy belonging to the Peacock Spirit Clan that should have been present in Old Master Wang's body had now vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed at all.

Wang Dongli's son also ran in and knelt on the ground, crying loudly.

After a while, Wang Dongli took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions. He wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve, stood up, and turned to Gu Mo and the other two. His voice was hoarse and tired: "Hero Gu, Heroine Gu, Miss in Red... I'm sorry, my father... this... I'm afraid I cannot personally entertain the three of you right now."

Gu Mo quickly said, "Sect Leader Wang, there's no need for such formalities."

Immediately, Wang Dongli summoned a disciple outside the door and instructed him, "Take these three distinguished guests to the west wing to rest. Serve them well and do not neglect them!"

When this happened,
Gu Mo naturally didn't want to bring up the matter of finding Tie Tou and the Seven-Colored Peacock, so he said "Please accept my condolences" and then left with Gu Chudong and Hongyi.

As they walked,

Gu Chudong suddenly asked, "Brother, Sect Leader Wang is definitely going to hold a funeral for Old Master Wang, and we just happened to be there. Shouldn't we give him a gift?"

"Just order whatever you like!" Gu Mo said.

"Not too much, right?" Gu Chudong asked.

"It's up to you!"

"it is good."

……

As night fell, the Dongli Sect hung up white banners and lit ever-burning lamps.

The mourning hall was set up in the backyard, with Old Master Wang's coffin placed in the center, surrounded by incense and candles, creating a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

Dressed in mourning, Wang Dongli knelt alone before the coffin, mechanically adding paper money to the brazier.

The flickering candlelight cast dim and bright shadows on his haggard face, adding to his desolate appearance.

Although Wang Dongli knew that death would be a relief for his father, and he had long been prepared for it, he still felt great pain when the day actually came.

After an unknown amount of time, the night grew deeper, and the mourning hall was deathly silent, with only the faint crackling sound of paper money burning in the brazier.

Just then, a very faint, intermittent voice, like the low buzzing of mosquitoes, drifted into Wang Dongli's ears.

The sound... seemed to be coming from the direction of the entrance to the mourning hall.

Wang Dongli was startled, and his scattered thoughts instantly became more focused.

He raised his head and looked at the open doors of the mourning hall. Outside, there was an impenetrable darkness, with only the white lanterns hanging in the corridor emitting a pale glow.

He frowned and held his breath.

The voice rang out again, like two people whispering, the sound muffled and indistinct, the content indistinguishable.

Wang Dongli was puzzled and immediately suspected that the two disciples guarding the gate might have been talking outside, disturbing the spirits of the dead.

Suddenly, a surge of anger rose in his heart. He stood up, supporting himself on his aching knees, and walked heavily toward the door.

Reaching the doorway, in the dim light of the lantern, he saw what appeared to be a figure crouching in the shadows beyond the threshold. The figure was huddled up, its back to him, head bowed low, shoulders slightly trembling, and the intermittent whispers were coming from him.

He thought it was a disciple on night watch.
"What are you doing there? Where's Xiao Liu? Where did he go?" Wang Dongli asked in a deep voice, his voice sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet night.

The crouching figure seemed not to hear, remaining in the same position, the whispers becoming clearer, like a dream or an argument.

Wang Dongli was furious. He wondered which disciple was so inconsiderate as to be putting on a show at the entrance of the mourning hall in the dead of night.

He strode forward, reached out, and with a hint of reprimand, slammed his hand heavily on the man's shoulder—

"Snapped!"

It feels cold to the touch.

It didn't feel like a pat on the shoulder of a living person at all; it felt more like a pat on a frozen piece of hard wood.

The crouching figure stopped abruptly when the tap was taken, and the whispering ceased abruptly as well.

A suffocating silence fell over the mourning hall, both inside and out.

Even the crackling sound from the brazier disappeared.

Wang Dongli's heart tightened suddenly, a chill instantly shooting from his tailbone to the top of his head. He instinctively wanted to pull his hand back, but his gaze remained fixed on the figure slowly turning around…

The figure's movements were extremely stiff, accompanied by a teeth-grinding "crack...crack..." sound from the friction of bones, like a rusty mechanism being forced into operation.

Finally, a face was turned completely, exposed to the pale lantern light.

Wang Dongli's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints!
That face—ashen, withered, skin clinging tightly to the cheekbones, eyes sunken into two black holes, lips shrunken, revealing yellowed teeth… it was his father, Old Master Wang’s lifeless face, just after he was placed in the coffin!
At this moment, the empty eye sockets on that dead face seemed to be "looking" at him.

An indescribable, primal fear gripped Wang Dongli's entire body in an instant, and his blood seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

A smile appeared on "Old Master Wang's" skinny face: "Son, you've come too. Your grandfather, great-grandfather... are all waiting for you!"

The next moment,

In the dim light, several more people dressed in funeral clothes appeared, all of them skin and bones.

Wang Dongli was so frightened that he felt as if he had been struck by an invisible giant hammer. He staggered backward and crashed heavily into the door frame of the mourning hall with a loud "bang"!
Suddenly,

He woke up.

He was still kneeling in the mourning hall, kneeling in front of the coffin.

I just had a nightmare and was so frightened that I overturned the pot of paper money in front of me.

Hearing the commotion, the two disciples on night watch at the gate ran in and hurriedly asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired," Wang Dongli waved his hand.

“Master, you should go and rest. Leave things here to me and Xiao Liu.” A disciple helped Wang Dongli up.

Wang Dongli hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm going to wash my face and clear my head. You guys stay here and keep watch for me."

Immediately afterwards, Wang Dongli dragged his tired body out the door.

He dragged his leaden legs, inching his way toward the old well in the corner of the courtyard.

The oppressive atmosphere in the mourning hall and the all-too-real nightmare he had just experienced made him desperately need the cold well water to stimulate his dull and numb nerves.

A night breeze blew by, causing the white lanterns under the eaves to sway erratically, casting twisted and trembling shadows on the ground like silent ghosts.

He walked to the well, picked up the wooden bucket lying next to it, and the rope creaked as it rubbed against the well's edge, the sound particularly jarring in the quiet night.

He threw the wooden bucket into the well, listening to the dull "glug" sound. After a moment, he lifted the bucket full of well water. The cold well water wafted out, carrying a coolness from deep within the soil.

He poured water into a stone basin next to him used for washing hands. The water rippled a few times before gradually settling, reflecting the pale, blurry night sky above and the dim glow of the white lanterns under the eaves.

He bent over wearily, his hands braced on the edge of the stone basin, ready to scoop up a handful of water and splash it hard on his face to dispel the weariness and sorrow that seemed to be swallowing him up.

His face was close to the water's surface.

But, at this very moment,
He saw a face reflected in the water.

This face was ashen and withered, the skin clinging to the high cheekbones, the sunken eye sockets like two black holes that swallowed all light, and the lips were shrunken, revealing a few yellowed and deformed teeth.

That face was none other than his father, Old Master Wang's face!
Wang Dongli was so frightened that he took a step back and suddenly pushed the stone basin over with a loud crash.

He woke up again.
He was still kneeling in the mourning hall, kneeling in front of the coffin, with the basin of paper money in front of him overturned.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Two disciples on night watch rushed in.

But at this moment,
Wang Dongli suddenly felt a sense of unreal disconnect between his two disciples.

(End of this chapter)