Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

"Master, please have some tea to calm your nerves."

An hour later, Mao Xiaofang drew six Five Thunder Talismans.

Chu Sheng looked at the fine beads of sweat on his forehead and felt great admiration for him. He handed the teacup to the other man.

Yu Chuda then brought over a chair for Mao Xiaofang to sit on, and asked in confusion:

"Master, why did you expend so much energy this time?"

"The Nine Chrysanthemums are treacherous and cunning. I was worried that something might happen this time, so I had to go all out and injected more magic power into them."

"If there is the slightest mistake, the entire city's inhabitants will perish."

After saying that, he closed his eyes to recover, preparing to draw the seventh Five Thunder Talisman.

"This is good stuff."

"If only I could take it back with me."

Chu Sheng stared at the Five Thunder Talisman with great longing, wishing he could take one back with him.

"Junior brother..."

Seeing that Mao Xiaofang had closed his eyes to rest, Yu Chuda gave Chu Sheng a wink, and the latter immediately understood and quietly retreated at the same time.

"Come on, junior brother, I'll take you to see Master's notes."

After the two left, Yu Chuda looked mysterious.

Chu Sheng has finally discovered it.

As long as Yu Chuda isn't allowed to do anything productive, he really is a little genius.

Slip through the door and pick the lock.

Proficient in everything.

Of course, the ancestral hall door wasn't locked; he only slipped through one door today.

But when you touch something with a small square of fur, you're sure to get it right the first time.

Soon, they found a notebook in a leather bag.

The first page reads "Ghost Hunting Notes".

The first line reads: "He descended the mountain at the age of thirty-four... determined to vanquish demons and monsters and capture all the ghosts and monsters in the world."

Chu Sheng blinked and asked, "How old is Master this year?"

Yu Chuda counted on his fingers: "Master is fifty-five this year."

Chu Sheng nodded. "That makes sense. I was like that when I was young too, full of youthful vigor."

Yu Chuda rolled his eyes at Chu Sheng: "Pah, how old are you? You were like this when you were a kid."

Seeing that Yu Chuda did not believe him, Chu Sheng said, "The year I graduated from junior high school, I said that my future wealth would surpass that of Buffett."

Yu Chuda was completely baffled. How could he possibly know about Buffett? "Is he that rich?"

"How so?" Chu Sheng thought for a moment and said, "To put it bluntly, even the Emperor of Japan would call him godfather."

Yu Chuda suddenly realized, "Then, junior brother, you are indeed too hot-tempered."

Chu Sheng continued flipping through "The Ghost Catcher's Notes".

Besides some insights, it also contains many talismans and spells.

There are both good and evil.

What about the ghosts that repay kindness, drowned ghosts, water monkeys, invaluable treasures, the White Bone Bodhisattva, the Earthly Branches Warrior Lord...?

Looking at the names recorded above, Chu Sheng felt his own lack of knowledge.

Unfortunately, his brain wasn't sharp enough to remember everything at once.

"I have spent my whole life repairing the foundation of the Daoist sect, but spiritual energy in the world is scarce, and I am unable to break through to the Golden Core stage."

"Later, I met a group of Taoist priests who traveled through the mountains. It was rumored that there might be a way to break through in the ancient city of Jingjue."

"I was invited, but I had other commitments and could not attend."

Jingjue Ancient City?

Chu Sheng was taken aback; the name seemed somewhat familiar to him.

"Look, look! Master mentioned a great master from the Ming Dynasty."

"It is said that he could use the power of the universe to fight a thousand-year-old tree spirit."

"In the end, he went to work in the underworld and became a judge under Lord Zhong Kui."

Chu Sheng raised his eyebrows, looking at Yu Chuda with a puzzled expression. "Senior brother, what exactly do you want to do here?"

Yu Chuda no longer hid it from Chu Sheng, turned to a page in the middle, pointed to the "Winning Techniques in Every Gamble" at the top, and said with a forced smile:

"That's exactly what I want to learn."

Chu Sheng's eyes lit up, even more excited than Yu Chuda's. "There's such a technique?"

Just as I was about to learn it, I saw a small note next to it that read, "It damages one's virtue and easily invites backlash," so I decided against it.

"What's there to be afraid of? It'll be fine after a few uses."

Yu Chuda casually found paper and pen and wrote it down swiftly.

Chu Sheng felt the notes were too disorganized and he couldn't find his target, so he kept flipping through them. Suddenly, his eyes lit up when he saw a sentence in the notes:

"In the past, Zhang Jiao cut paper to create 120,000 soldiers, which greatly defeated the Han army and captured several cities. This was truly a wonderful technique."

"That's it! Paper cutting into soldiers!"

He was certain that whether there were any good results or not, he would try his luck first.

"Are you done copying? Hurry up and copy!"

Yu Chuda urged Chu Sheng on, his pen flying across the paper, his forehead covered in sweat as he copied.

Chu Sheng swallowed hard, shifted his gaze from "The Art of Cutting Paper into Soldiers," turned to the next page, and his eyes lit up again.

"Spirit Binding and Commanding - This technique can bind wandering souls and ghosts, making them temporarily obey your commands; when mastered, it can unleash a massive army of ghostly soldiers, sweeping away thousands of troops..."

His heart raced; this sounded even more domineering than the "paper-cutting soldiers technique"!

But upon closer inspection of the annotation beside it, it reads: "Requires profound magical power to support it, otherwise it is easy to suffer backlash and damage to the soul."

"Well, it's something you can see but can't touch again." Chu Sheng pursed his lips, but still carefully noted down the key points.

The footsteps outside the door startled the two of them.

Yu Chuda reacted quickly, snatching the notebook from Chu Sheng's hand, stuffing it along with his own copy into his clothes, and pulling Chu Sheng to roll on the spot, crawling under the offering table.

"Squeak—"

The door was pushed open, and Mao Xiaofang walked in, raising his eyebrows slightly. He glanced around the room, and a faint smile even appeared on his lips.

He walked to the incense table and relit the three sticks of incense.

Amidst the rising smoke, he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and regulated his breathing.

Under the offering table, Chu Sheng and Yu Chuda dared not breathe, they were indeed in excruciating pain.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the two of them were already red-faced and their necks were thick with suppressed anger.

Chu Sheng's knees were numb, his back was aching from being pressed against the table leg, and what was even more uncomfortable was the increasingly strong urge to urinate.

He couldn't help but twist his body.

"Click..."

A very slight cracking sound came from beneath me, as if a small piece of dried incense had broken off and fallen to the ground.

Oops!

Chu Sheng's body stiffened.

Yu Chuda also held his breath instantly and looked at him in horror.

Mao Xiaofang slowly opened her eyes, her voice calm: "Come out."

Yu Chuda froze, and Chu Sheng was dumbfounded.

Oh no, we've been found out!

Mao Xiaofang's tone turned cold as he said, "Do I really need to ask you for help?"

The two looked at each other, then crawled out from under the offering table, their faces covered in dust.

"Hehe... Master, what a coincidence! You're looking for something too?" Yu Chuda scratched his head awkwardly.

"Hmph, I've cultivated for over thirty years, how could I not see through your little schemes? Where are your notes?" Mao Xiaofang glanced at him.

"Master is wise." Yu Chuda reluctantly pulled out the animal-skin notebook from his robes and presented it with both hands: "The notebook is here, not a single page is missing!"

Mao Xiaofang took it, but without looking at it, asked, "How much did you copy?"

"Just...just a little bit," Yu Chuda chuckled awkwardly.

"And you?" Mao Xiaofang asked Chu Sheng.

"This disciple copied 'The Art of Creating Soldiers from Paper Cutting' and 'The Art of Binding Spirits and Commanding Generals'," Chu Sheng answered honestly.

Mao Xiaofang placed the notes on the incense table and said solemnly, "In my Fuxi Hall lineage, the transmission of techniques emphasizes a gradual and step-by-step approach."

"You were peeking at the notes; you should be punished!"

He paused, and seeing that his two disciples had both lowered their heads, he sighed, "However, with a formidable enemy at hand, remember as much as you can."

"If, by some chance, something happens to your teacher the day after tomorrow..."

"You must work together with your two fellow disciples to support Fuxi Hall and revitalize our Maoshan sect!"