Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

Lin Wan's heart skipped a beat upon hearing Chu Sheng's words, and she asked in confusion:

"You sensed them?"

What the hell are you saying?

Young master is a legitimate descendant of Maoshan, with discerning eyes, what can't he see?

Chu Sheng stared at Lin Wan indifferently, feigning aloofness, and said, "What do you think?"

Lin Wan was delighted and said admiringly:

"These things are all offerings made by my maternal grandmother to the immortals."

"Apart from my maternal grandmother, none of us can see."

Chu Sheng nodded; Fatty Yu had already told him about it when he came.

Lin Wan's maternal grandmother was unable to make offerings to the immortals on the altar due to Alzheimer's disease.

Lin Wan's mother wanted to bring them home, but Lin Wan's father was an atheist.

As a result, the local deities tormented them for over a month.

If it weren't for her maternal grandmother's sake, she probably would have gone mad by now.

"Uncle Yu said you have real skills, could you try to persuade them?"

"Stop torturing my father, he's really going crazy."

Chu Sheng glanced at the ancestral tablets in the room and nodded. "No problem!"

He turned and closed the door so he could negotiate with them.

Lin Wan felt slightly nervous when she saw Chu Sheng close the door:

"Why are you closing the door?"

Chu Sheng laughed and said, "Negotiation, huh?"

Then, he walked straight to the altar, naturally clasped his hands together, left hand holding right, and bowed in accordance with the rules of Taoism:

"Chu Sheng, a disciple of Maoshan, greets Seniors Qingling and Su Xiaoyao."

One should generally be polite to those of the immortal lineage, or those who have become spirits.

After all, they have enormous energy and high intelligence.

The key is that perhaps one of its ancestors is still hidden in some mountain.

Naturally, we should resolve things peacefully if possible.

Otherwise... if things go wrong, hitting the younger one will attract the older one, and it will be endless and never-ending...

"Hehehe..."

As soon as Chu Sheng finished speaking, the sign that read "Hall Master Su Xiaoyao" began to swing incessantly.

A moment later, a wisp of black smoke emerged, slowly condensing into a red fox the size of an adult Rottweiler.

Its eyes narrowed to slits as it sized up Chu Sheng, and it said in a shrill voice:

"We haven't settled our score with that girl's father yet!"

"Don't say we're disrespecting Maoshan. Go back to where you came from."

"We'll keep to ourselves and not interfere with each other."

Another case of keeping to oneself.

Chu Sheng smiled faintly and glanced at Madam Qingling's memorial tablet.

Seeing that this person showed no intention of speaking, he continued to greet him with a smile:

"I'm so sorry, I just came down from the mountain to travel and passed through this place. I'd like to open a temple here."

"Please be lenient and give us some face, let's each take a step back."

Su Xiaoyao's face darkened; she was clearly unconvinced.

"Pretty boy, I'm terrifying when I'm angry. Don't say I didn't give you a chance; you can still get lost now!"

Chu Sheng's face darkened, and he asked, "So there's no room for negotiation? We can only fight?"

Su Xiaoyao chuckled, "You're not even fully grown yet, how dare you talk to me, the sect leader?"

"Believe it or not, I'll bite you to death!"

"Hehe, you're still a bit short." Chu Sheng smiled faintly.

From top to bottom, a hall consists of the leader, second leader, third leader, left and right protectors, hall master, and altar soldiers.

Judging from the setup here, this so-called leader is nothing more than a scoundrel.

If it's a wandering ghost, then it's easy to deal with.

Without further ado, he formed hand seals and began chanting incantations:

"The Great Thunder God of the Heavens, thunderbolts resound throughout the void. Three hundred thousand soldiers, their murderous aura suppressing heaven and earth... If anyone disobeys, the law will not tolerate it."

"Shoot!"

As the incantation was completed, Chu Sheng used the "Ghost-Catching Notes" technique to bind and command spirits.

With a swift movement of his palm, an invisible force materialized into a large hand, reaching out to Su Xiaoyao and grabbing her by the neck, lifting her up in his hand like a chick.

"Ah... let me go!"

Su Xiaoyao never expected that Chu Sheng would cultivate magical power at such a young age, let alone that his magic would leave her powerless to resist, and she was simply grabbed by the throat.

"Hmph, let you be arrogant!"

Chu Sheng flipped his hand, and the amulet coin landed in his palm. He was about to press it against Su Xiaoyao's forehead.

"No, no..."

Su Xiaoyao sensed the extraordinary nature of the amulet coins and panicked completely.

In her terror, all she could do was shout for help:

"Madam, save me! Madam, save me!"

In the blink of an eye, a white fox tail as thick as an arm shot out from the tablet on the altar, heading straight for Chu Sheng.

"Hmph, I've been waiting for you!"

Chu Sheng changed his palm technique and struck the fox tail with the amulet coin.

With a loud "bang," a shockwave erupted, kicking up a cloud of dust inside the room.

Then came another muffled groan—the memorial tablet on the altar, inscribed with "Lady Qingling," shook violently several times, almost falling over.

"How...how can you be so strong?"

Su Xiaoyao was stunned to see that Qingling, whose cultivation was several times higher than hers, was defeated by Chu Sheng with a single blow.

"Fellow Daoist, one should be lenient when one can. We are willing to give up this altar and abandon our grudges."

As they spoke, wisps of white smoke rose from the memorial tablet of Lady Qingling on the altar, gathering in front of the altar like a thin mist.

The smoke thickened and then slowly dissipated, revealing the figure of a woman.

The woman wore a blue dress, the fabric of which seemed to reveal glimpses of clouds and mist, defying description.

Her face was serene and beautiful, her skin as smooth as the moon, and her eyebrows and eyes as graceful and elegant as mountains and rivers.

His eyes are the most special feature; they sparkle with intelligence and are so clear they can pierce the soul.

"Um?"

"You're not a guardian spirit either?"

Chu Sheng was surprised. When he first saw the memorial tablet, he thought it was a fox spirit from the Northeast, but since the other party could take human form, it was clear that it did not follow this path.

Lady Qingling's expression hardened. She wrapped her left hand over her right, left hand on top, right hand on the bottom, with her left thumb covering her right palm, forming a counter-clockwise Tai Chi shape, and made a Taoist gesture towards Chu Sheng:

"Qingling, a disciple of the Fox Immortal lineage of Lushan, greets fellow Daoist."

"So it's the lineage of the Lushan Fox Fairy." Chu Sheng smiled wryly.

He had bowed respectfully when he entered, but neither the sect leader nor the hall master paid him any attention. In the end, he had to be beaten up before they would talk to him.

Indeed, our ancestors were right: political power grows out of the barrel of a gun. Only through struggle can we win the right to speak.

"I apologize for my rudeness earlier, fellow Daoist."

Seeing Chu Sheng staring at her with a half-smile, yet still not letting go of Su Xiaoyao, Madam Qingling apologized sincerely again and asked softly:

"Fellow Daoist, could you please release Xiao Yao?"

Chu Sheng glanced at the red fox in his hand, smiled faintly, grabbed its neck tightly, and threw it forward, into its memorial tablet.

With a loud thud, the memorial tablet fell backward onto the altar.

Chu Sheng then said to Madam Qingling, "Greetings, fellow Daoist."

Seeing the divine tablet vibrate repeatedly, Lin Wan finally realized something was wrong and asked nervously:

"What happened?"

"Let's negotiate," Chu Sheng shrugged.

"Hehe, come here, my dear niece."

Fatty Yu chuckled and handed Lin Wan some cow tears, telling her to apply them to her eyes.

After Lin Wan opened her third eye, Fatty Yu turned her head and made her look at Madam Qingling:

"Look, the spirits your grandma worships."