Inheriting a Taoist temple, the story begins with Wu Zetian offering incense.

Chapter 37 The Dirty Things Inside the Land Rover! [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Gongsun Da Niang was initially very interested in the Land Rover, but when she saw the compass needle swinging rapidly, she was so frightened that she quickly hid behind Zhou Yi.
"Master, is there a ghost in the car?"

Zhou Yi said with a smile:

"You're a Taoist priest, don't be so paranoid. There are indeed unclean things in the car, but they're far from the ghosts of legend."

If it were a ghost, the driver wouldn't just hear crying; there would likely be a whole village feast.

Seeing Zhou Yi pull out a compass, Sun Chenglin shouted into the Wuling store:
"Hey buddy, come out here! Your beat-up Range Rover is saved!"

When Sun Chenglin first saw this Range Rover, he was really tempted and even wanted to trade in his X5 for it. However, after learning that he heard crying while driving it, he changed his nickname to "broken Land Rover".

Soon, a bald man in his thirties came out of the store. He was not tall, and had a round belly that made him look like he was seven or eight months pregnant.

"What are you yelling about? It's clearly the latest Range Rover, but you're insisting on calling it a Land Rover. If this car doesn't sell, you're at least 75% responsible... Hey, isn't this the Taoist priest from the opening day? My name is Mao Cong..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sun Chenglin added:
"Yes, the 'cong' in 'great wisdom'... Little Master Yi has noticed something wrong with your Land Rover, hurry up and give me a red envelope!"

Mao Cong seemed genuinely taken aback by the Range Rover; he pulled out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes and started to smoke, then lit one for himself after learning that Zhou Yi didn't smoke.
"Forget about red envelopes, if you can fix the problems with this Land Rover, I'll give you a Wuling minivan."

I bought this new Range Rover with only a little over a thousand kilometers on it at a low price because it was cheap. I thought I could make a profit of one or two hundred thousand yuan by reselling it.

To his dismay, he couldn't sell them and they became a stuck problem. Mao Cong wanted to slap himself twice.

"I could accept mechanical failures, but the mechanical parts are perfectly fine. It's just that if I'm distracted while driving, I can hear crying. The other day, that 'Mother Stone' from Sanlizhuang gave me some advice: drive to the intersection and bow and kowtow to the car three times and nine times... I left before she finished listening. I kneel to heaven, earth, and my parents, how could I kneel to a broken-down car?"

Sun Chenglin laughed heartily:
"See, you yourself said it's a broken car, so it's not my fault."

Aunt Gongsun took a sip of her milk tea, her eyes full of curiosity:

"Taoist priest, will kneeling on this car work?"

Zhou Yi approached the Land Rover, tested it with his compass, and nodded, saying:

"It should work, but it's rather unethical... Whoever takes over this car will face endless troubles. If it's parked in an underground garage with heavy yin energy for years, it will only make matters worse. It might even develop into an evil spirit."

Kneeling and praying at the crossroads can keep the filth in the car calm for a while. It's hard to say how long this period will last, but it's enough for Mao Cong to find a buyer and sell it.

That Stone Fairy has absolutely no professional ethics to give such advice.

After expressing his feelings, Zhou Yi held up two fingers to Mao Cong:
"Twenty thousand yuan, and I'll solve this problem for you completely."

No matter the issue, the principle of charging before providing services must not be violated.

If Mao Cong thinks it's too expensive, he can ask about the price of a Wuling Hongguang, then take a car to eat crayfish, and just avoid going to the South Ring Road area for a while.

Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune is a human instinct, and also a code of conduct that Taoist priests must follow.

Mao Cong neither agreed to Zhou Yi's request nor rejected it. Instead, he took a deep drag of his cigarette and turned to look at Sun Chenglin.

"How's your lobster restaurant doing?"

"It's packed every day, with an astonishingly high table turnover rate."

Upon hearing this, Mao Cong made up his mind, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped it out forcefully.
"Damn it, let's take a gamble!"

He didn't have any cash on him, so he transferred 20,000 yuan to Zhou Yi via WeChat.

Having received his payment, Zhou Yi didn't delay any longer. He immediately took out six sealing talismans from his bag and stuck them on the hood, front and rear doors, trunk, and other places that could be opened to prevent anything dirty from leaving the car.

Some fortune tellers deal with such matters by sending away evil spirits, regardless of whether the evil spirits will harm people afterward.

However, Taoism does not have the custom of sending away spirits; instead, it regards spirits as tangible acts of merit. If a spirit accidentally escapes, the person will feel remorse for many days.

After affixing the talisman, Zhou Yi rummaged through his bag and realized he hadn't brought enough things today. He hadn't packed any of the powerful exorcising tools in his bag, which was a mistake.

He thought for a moment, took out a blank talisman and stuck it on his chest. He then handed over all the exorcising items he had to Granny Gongsun, opened the car door, sat in the car, reclined the seat, closed his eyes, and began to silently recite the "Spirit Resting Mantra".

Outside the car, Mao Cong grinned from ear to ear:
"Isn't he afraid of getting possessed by some evil spirit sitting so openly in the car?"

Sun Chenglin said with a smile:

"Someone who can invite Marshal Zhao Gongming would be afraid of being possessed by a ghost, right? I'll have Master Yi check your feng shui later, or invite a deity statue over. Otherwise, I won't come here, lest you steal my wealth."

Mao Cong was skeptical and planned to see if the 20,000 yuan had gone down the drain before deciding whether to continue investing. Well, if it's useless, it's feudal superstition and needs to be strongly resisted; if it's useful, it's a traditional folk ritual and must be vigorously promoted.

Inside the car, Zhou Yi was still silently reciting the "Spirit Rest Mantra".

The "Spirit-Soothing Mantra" is an uncommon mantra. Repeated recitation can reduce the body's spiritual power. It is said that if recited to the end, it can turn a living person into a dead person.

But Zhou Yi had never tried that before. He silently recited it a few times, calmed his mind, and waited quietly for the filth inside the car to come to him.

Soon, he suddenly heard the laughter of a baby, followed by the crying of another baby.

The transition between crying and laughing was abrupt, and coupled with its elusive and indistinct nature, it sent chills down one's spine and made one's hair stand on end.

This stimulus instantly restored Zhou Yi's spiritual power, rendering the "Spirit Rest Mantra" ineffective.

The baby's cries and laughter all disappeared.

Zhou Yi got out of the car, and the warm sunlight made him yawn.

Sun Chenglin came over and asked:

"How is it, Master Yi? Has it been resolved?"

Zhou Yi shook his head:

"It's not solved, but I've found the cause... This car was in an accident before."

Upon hearing this, Mao Cong immediately began to curse:

"That son of a bitch Wang Yaohui swore on his whole family's lives that this car wasn't in an accident and hadn't even been scratched. You really can't believe a single word a used car dealer says!"

After saying that, he was about to make a phone call and angrily berate the other party.

Zhou Yi stopped him and said:
"When I say something happened, it doesn't necessarily mean a traffic accident... It's also possible that someone on this bus had a miscarriage, or that a baby died, or that someone died young."

The child must have died a painful death, so he left behind a wisp of resentment.

The occasional crying sounds the car owner heard were the work of resentment... Fortunately, Mao Cong always parked his car at the front gate, exposed to the wind and sun, and the South Ring Road had a large flow of people and plenty of yang energy, which prevented the resentment from developing.

If you drive it into a corner of an underground parking garage and leave it unattended, it might actually lead to a tragedy.

Upon hearing that a baby had died in the carriage, Granny Gongsun immediately moved far away and kept chanting the titles of deities such as the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak, the Great Emperor of the Central Heaven, the Three Pure Ones, and Buddha, praying for peace.

Zhou Yi comforted him:
"Don't be nervous, I'll resolve this resentment right now."

After saying that, he peeled off the blank talisman from his chest and placed it on the hood of the car next to him. Then he took out a box of cinnabar from his cloth bag, opened it, and set it aside for later use.

Sun Chenglin and Mao Cong gathered around, wanting to watch, but worried that they might disrupt the ritual.

"Master Yi, may we see it?"

"Sure, there's no secret about it."

As he spoke, Zhou Yi took his cup of milk tea, dripped a drop onto his right index finger, and then, using that drop of milk tea, dipped it in cinnabar and drew a circle on a blank talisman.

When finishing, I deliberately didn't seal it completely, but left a gap of two or three millimeters.

Then he pricked his left middle finger with a needle, squeezed out a drop of blood from his fingertip as if testing blood sugar, and dripped it into the very center of the circle.

After doing all this, Zhou Yi went to the Land Rover, opened the car door, quickly stuck the talisman on the driver's seat, closed the door, and said to the bewildered Sun Chenglin and Mao Cong:

“There is my blood on the paper. The resentment will take the paper as me and start to harass it. Eventually, it will gather around the drop of blood and be sealed on the talisman paper.”

Mao Cong was a little worried, so he pressed his round face against the car window, carefully observing what was happening inside.

Everything inside the car seemed normal, but the gap in the circle drawn with cinnabar gradually approached and converged under the influence of the milk tea, eventually coming together to form a perfect circle.

As soon as they closed, Mao Cong saw the talisman tremble, as if something was struggling to break free...

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