For ten years I practiced Gu poison in Southeast Asia; all living beings revered me as a deity.

Noisy!

The ashes from the paper dissolved into the wine. The already murky bowl, after being soaked with chicken blood, became even more murky.

Diao Wudou then took out the string of copper coins, broke them apart, and threw each coin into the bowl one by one, totaling five coins, which fell to the bottom of the bowl.

"A copper coin falls into a golden bowl, bringing great fortune and prosperity... Miao Sheng, why don't you drink this bowl of 'immortal wine'?"

The old man repeatedly instructed, "Drink the wine clean, and keep the copper coins in your mouth. Do not swallow these five copper coins, nor spit them out."

He gave Luo Feng a deep look.

"Did you understand? Nod if you did."

Luo Feng nodded quickly.

However, he glanced at the glass of wine again, his eyes filled with a hint of helplessness.

Can you really drink this much?

"Drink it!"

Diao Wudou urged.

Luo Feng sighed inwardly, gritted his teeth, and gulped down the so-called "immortal wine," drinking it all in one go.

"Gurgle gurgle..."

As the burning sensation entered my throat, the wine, mixed with chicken blood, paper ash, and the rusty smell of copper, made my stomach feel intensely hot, as if it had been severely stimulated.

boom!

Almost simultaneously, a wave of heat spread to the dantian, and then this heat surged outwards, violently coursing through the limbs and bones.

"If this is due to the effects of alcohol, it's way too much!"

Luo Feng's throat was burning, and his head was spinning. He shook his head frantically, but after a moment, his thoughts cleared up.

"From here, walk towards the mass grave, all the way to the deepest rubber forest. There are eight coffins there, where eight spirit masters are enshrined. You must offer incense and pay your respects in turn. After that, you must silently recite the 'Invitation to Spirit Masters Mantra' in your heart to invite the spirit masters to possess you through the ritual of spirit possession."

Diao Wudou then said, "Miao Sheng, let me tell you first, these eight Yin Masters of the Datuk lineage are not some wandering ghosts or spirits."

They each had their own origins, originally being fierce ghosts and evil spirits filled with resentment, but they were subdued by the Nine Incomplete Ancestor. Later, after receiving guidance from the Ancestor, each of them obtained a wisp of immortal opportunity in the "Eight Immortals and Five Saints' Manifestations in the Sea" and, in response to a predestined opportunity, cultivated immortal bodies.

Later, the previous generations of Datuk lineage elders combined the Five Directions Datuk method to make offerings to the eight Yin Masters, accumulating merit and performing good deeds so that they could truly gain the opportunity to be enshrined among the immortals.

These eight spirit masters are no ordinary ghosts; they possess their own spiritual power. Since you have already received instruction and guidance from our lineage, they naturally sense this and will not harm you, but only help you. This is because the destinies and divine secrets of these eight spirit masters are all connected to our Datuk lineage, and their karmic ties are profound. You have absolutely no need to fear them.”

Upon hearing these words, Luo Feng muttered to himself.

Diao Wudou's words were quite interesting. Although he didn't understand what the Eight Immortals, Five Saints, or the Five Directions Dadu Method he was talking about were, he could still understand some key information.

"...Did the Datuk lineage 'tame' these eight evil spirits?"

The old man's statement clearly had such an intention.

Luo Feng was very curious: Is there really a way to tame evil spirits?

At this moment, Diao Wudou paused for a moment and then said, "However, after you enter the Jiaolin Forest and summon eight Yin Masters, the remaining Yin and resentment will attract the wandering ghosts nearby. At that time, these ghosts will definitely try to interfere with you in every possible way."

The old man smiled slightly and dipped his finger into the chicken blood on the tray.

He quickly drew two talismans on Luo Feng's chest and back.

"I will use rooster blood to draw two protective talismans on your chest and back. These two talismans will protect you for a while... In addition, the five copper coins in your mouth are tomb-guarding coins. If you encounter any trouble, just spit them out, and they will be a lifesaver."

Diao Wudou said calmly.

"You must summon the Yin Master and carry him on your back. Then, you must balance this rooster bowl on your head and return from the mass grave. During this process, the bowl must not fall off..."

After you return, Master Yin will accompany you on this journey, and having formed a karmic bond, he will consider you his disciple.

He added a warning: "Also, remember not to turn around or bow your head. In short, as long as you don't do that, the rooster bowl won't fall. But if the bowl falls, the power-transferring ceremony will be ruined!"

The old man finished speaking his last words in a deep voice, then gave him a hard push from behind.

"Just keep going, don't ask about the dust, don't look back... Go!"

Pushed by this force, Luo Feng walked into the depths of the mass grave without looking back.

As his figure gradually disappeared into the night, the old man Diao Wudou and his disciples looked at him with a strange expression.

"This junior brother... seems like a clever fellow, he should be fine, right?"

Liu Guangyang asked a question.

"yes."

The burly man named Ashou also frowned.

"Although he has two talismans on his chest and back, plus five copper coins... there are still some problems with that rubber forest and the mass grave. He's all alone, which is a bit worrying—"

Good fortune will naturally come to those who are blessed.

Diao Wudou remained calm and composed.

"Your junior brother's talent is no less than yours; he might very well become someone of importance in the future... As for now, let's see how his own destiny unfolds!"

……

……

That night, the moonlight was bright, and the stars twinkled in the night sky, just like the line, "The forest was filled with white stars and moon all night, without clouds or thunder."

The stars and moon shone brightly, the night sky was clear and clean, and the surroundings were unusually quiet, with hardly any insects chirping or birds singing.

The wild wind in the burial forest blew as usual, rustling the branches and leaves in response.

Luo Feng hurried to the mass grave, which was filled with unclaimed tombs.

The number of Chinese immigrants who came to Southeast Asia to reclaim land and cultivate the land in Sarawak was as numerous as the fish crossing the river.

In the early days of development, the area around Lipan was filled with miasma and toxic swamps. Chinese laborers spent a great deal of effort to transform it into a habitable settlement.

In this process, countless people died. Most of the Chinese who perished during the land reclamation were buried in this mass grave.

Under the bright moonlight, Luo Feng arrived near the rubber forest deep in the mass grave and found himself in a wide-open area.

Under the moonlight, eight coffins could be seen lined up in a row, each supported by two long benches.

In front of the eight dark coffins, each was accompanied by an incense burner and a spirit tablet.

Luo Feng looked toward the first coffin, where the ancestral tablet read, "Master Han of the Wealth Sect, with the immortal title 'Official and Noble General'."

He then looked at another dark, dilapidated coffin, on which was written the inscription: "Master Zhang of the Illness School, whose immortal title was 'Guest of Wind and Cold'."

"The Han family is a high-ranking official and general... The Zhang family is a leper?"

Luo Feng pondered the meaning behind it.

He speculated that these names and titles corresponded to the concept of the "Eight Immortals".

"However, these eight Yin Masters are not living people; they are true immortals, or rather, the Eight Ghost Immortals!"

While pondering these thoughts, Luo Feng took out the incense sticks he carried with him and offered them to the eight Yin Masters.

After doing all this, he carefully placed the bowl on his head, then made hand seals and silently recited the "Invitation to the Yin Master" mantra in his heart.

"The sky is vast and the earth is yellow."

A glimmer of light hangs in all directions, the gentle breeze and bright moon invite me here. Wealth, illness, separation, righteousness, official position, robbery, harm, good fortune. The eight gates open, the eight gates open…

After reciting the incantation for a while, he heard the lid of one of the eight coffins tremble slightly.

"Is he a Yin Master from the Harmful Word Sect?"

Luo Feng jolted awake, realizing that his mental incantation had produced a response.

He quickly continued reading, and then something strange happened: water began to drip from under the black coffin.

Luo Feng's face was a little pale, but he knew it was because the Yin Master had reacted.

"The divine presence, responding to the call, revealed the past causes; riding the wind and clouds, it truly descended..."

He stomped his foot and shouted angrily.

"I beg the Yin Master to lend me a hand!"

Upon hearing this, another coffin nearby emitted a dull thud.

Boom!

It was as if something had hit the coffin lid, and the entire coffin, along with the stool underneath, creaked and groaned.

Suddenly, Luo Feng felt his body stiffen abruptly, as if an invisible binding force had completely choked him.

His vision also became somewhat blurry.

Faintly, a pair of blurry legs appeared on the coffin that had made the sound earlier.

Luo Feng's eyelids twitched. His vision seemed to be through a veil as he saw a pair of feet wearing cloth shoes stepping on the coffin.

However, he couldn't see anything above those cloth-shoe-clad feet. There was a strange, blurry figure, with only the lower half of the body clearly visible; above that was just a dark shadow.

"Could this... could this be the Yin Master from the Li Zi Sect?"

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he felt a sense of fear.

The reason, if any, is that the other coffin marked with the character "害" (harm) was dripping water even more violently.

"Master Diao once said that when seeking a spirit medium, it usually only requires one spirit medium to possess the body..."

Luo Feng silently lamented to himself, "And now, it seems I've formed a connection with the two Yin Masters!"

He slowly raised his chin, his gaze returning to the coffin at the entrance. He narrowed his eyes; the feet on the coffin were gone.

"Have the Yin Masters of the Li sect retreated?"

Just as Luo Feng was about to secretly rejoice, his shoulders suddenly felt heavy, as if something had stepped on them...