The ultimate master in the city

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fengchen and the other two instinctively looked towards the back hall, but a curtain hung on the door, making it impossible to see whether Daoist Wu was peeking.

Zhou Fengchen withdrew his gaze and said to the guest monk, "Would you like to come with us to be a witness?"

The monk in charge of reception shook his head. "You can go by yourselves."

Zhang Shisan asked doubtfully, "But... how do you know if the evil spirit has been exorcised? What if we didn't do anything, just went over to take a piss and came back?"

The monk in charge of the reception said in a very mystical way, "My master has powerful magic. He can tell whether the curse has been cast or not just by calculating with his fingers."

"That's some serious bragging!" Zhou Fengchen and the other two exchanged glances and said, "Alright! Let's leave it at that then."

After leaving the "Painting Soul Temple," the three ate noodles at the town's only ramen shop. Monk Yuanzhi poured half a dish of chili peppers into his bowl and said, "Why do I feel like this temple is a bit strange?"

Zhang Shisan said, "This Wu Daozhu monk is even stranger. He's a monk without a Dharma name, yet he can tell that we've practiced Taoist arts."

Zhou Fengchen put down his chopsticks and said, "The strangest thing is, what benefit does he get from exorcising the evil spirits?"

The three looked at each other, completely bewildered, and couldn't help but curse in unison.

After finishing their ramen and paying, Monk Yuanzhi thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you two go ahead? I'm a monk too. I'll stay at this temple for a while and see what kind of place it is. If they change their minds and refuse to help us when we come back, we'll have a way to deal with them."

Zhou Fengchen nodded, "That works too!"

The three parted ways. Monk Yuanzhi hurriedly went to the "Painting Soul Temple," while Zhou Fengchen and the other asked for directions and then took the mountain road in the middle of the town, heading north.

The mountain road was difficult to traverse, and the two walked slowly, finally arriving at "Tietou Town" around 5 p.m.

The towns in the mountains are not comparable to the market towns outside. The only difference between mountain towns and mountain villages is that mountain towns have supermarkets, and people can set up stalls to sell things at the market. The houses are also similar, mostly bamboo houses and tiled houses.

Zhou Fengchen and Zhang Shisan asked around for directions to Miao Gong's house, and ended up being led to Miao Gong's doorstep.

Miao Gong's house consisted of three large tile-roofed houses surrounding a small courtyard. At this moment, there were quite a few people in the courtyard, and some were making "ee-yah-yah" noises, seemingly doing something strange.

Zhou Fengchen and Zhang Shisan moved a little further away from the courtyard and simultaneously opened their Heavenly Eyes to look at the sky above the house. Upon seeing this, their expressions became somewhat solemn.

Zhou Fengchen lowered his head and said, "Dark clouds swirl around, and malevolent energy surges; your cultivation is not low!"

Zhang Shisan also said, "An evil aura is emanating from this place and won't go away; this family is doomed."

"Let's go in!" Zhou Fengchen walked over first.

As Zhang Shisan walked, he shook his head and sighed, "What a mess! We came here to chase zombies, and this is all the trouble we've gotten ourselves into."

Zhou Fengchen also felt quite annoyed. "Who says otherwise? I wonder where that bastard Yang Wudi is hiding!"

As you enter through the courtyard gate, the wailing and shouting grow louder. Through the crowd, you can see a bed inside, with a woman in her forties lying on it, her eyes closed and her lips purple.

There were three people standing at the foot of the bed: a Miao man in his forties, a boy and a girl around seventeen or eighteen years old, who were probably the woman's family members, and the man was probably the Miao man from the town.

At the head of the bed was an old man wearing a tattered Taoist robe and a crooked Taoist hat, holding a peach wood sword. He was jumping around and making "ee-yah-yah" noises in front of an incense burner placed in front of the woman's head.

Zhou Fengchen and the other man watched quietly for a while, then frowned. What was this old Taoist priest up to? They couldn't quite understand it.

Zhou Fengchen asked Zhang Shisan, "I don't know much about these folk arts. Can you understand them?"

Zhang Shisan said, "It's a bit like the Qingjie Returning Soul Technique in Taoist soul-summoning rituals, but the old man's steps are wrong, and he's not chanting any spells. He's just shouting randomly, but his hand gestures are correct."

Zhou Fengchen blinked. "But... the woman on the bed didn't lose her soul, so what is he doing?"

Zhang Shisan rubbed his nose and chuckled strangely, "He's just trying to fool people. He's in trouble now. If he can't summon the soul of his employer, he'll probably be summoned by a wandering ghost who wants to chat with him tonight."

Just then, the old Taoist priest stopped, wiped the sweat from his brow, and chanted, "Amitabha!"

Miao Gong, with his two children, rushed over and anxiously asked, "Master, how is it?"

The onlookers also stared eagerly over.

The old Taoist priest looked grave and said to the middle-aged man, "This is no simple matter! Your wife's soul has been captured by a vengeful ghost. I just went to confront that ghost, but it was too fierce and wouldn't listen to my advice. It insisted on keeping your wife's soul with it."

"Whoa—"

The crowd was startled and immediately began to whisper among themselves.

The Miao family's faces also changed drastically, and they hurriedly pleaded, "Master Fulong, you must save our lives!"

The old Taoist priest looked troubled. "Oh dear! This..."

Miao Gong took out four or five red bills from his pocket and stuffed them into the old Taoist priest's hand. "Don't worry, Taoist priest, take these first. Once the matter is settled, the money will definitely be paid."

A hint of joy flashed across the old Taoist priest's face. He neatly accepted the money, stroked his beard, gritted his teeth, and said, "Fine! I'll risk it all and fight this beast with my magic! It's afraid of water, so carry your wife up, and we'll try it out in the lake."

"Alright, alright!" Miao Gong hurriedly prepared for people to carry the bed.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd: "Bullshit! What kind of nonsense are you spouting!"

The voice was very steady and crisp, and everyone in the courtyard heard it clearly. They turned around and saw that it was two outsiders, and they were all taken aback.

The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, then immediately jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, exclaiming, "What did you say?"

Zhou Fengchen calmly said, "I'm telling you, you're talking nonsense. What kind of magic are you talking about!"

The old Taoist priest's face flushed red, and he exclaimed, "Where did this stranger come from? He's utterly ignorant of his place!"

Miao Gong also lost his temper, angrily asking, "Who are you people? What do you mean by saying that?"

The crowd was also agitated and began to criticize him in unison.

Zhang Shisan laughed, "Look at that! A true master wouldn't be so naive, exploding at the slightest provocation. He's clearly insecure, afraid someone will see through him, isn't he?"

The old Taoist priest flew into a rage: "I'm furious! You young upstart, how could you know the power of immortal magic!"

Someone in the crowd said, "Yes! Master Fulong is a renowned master here. Outsiders, don't talk nonsense!"

Zhang Shisan stepped into the crowd, his face turning cold. He stared at the old Taoist priest and said, "The Qingjie Soul-Returning Technique! It requires stepping the Three Steps of Returning Yang, reciting the Soul-Returning Incantation, and forming the Three Yang Six Jia Seal. How many of these do you know?"

"Uh—" The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, his face turned from green to white, and finally cold sweat poured down his face. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and his face looked extremely ugly.

The crowd looked at each other, somewhat surprised. What did this young man mean? Why did Master Fulong seem so afraid?

"You haven't lost your soul, so what soul can you summon? Who are you going to fight?" Zhou Fengchen also stepped into the crowd, pushed aside the dazed Miao Gong, tapped the woman on the bed three times, then stepped back two steps, forming a hand seal, "Hurry!"

bass!

The unconscious woman suddenly sat up.

"Ah—" The crowd couldn't help but let out a scream.

I like the novel "The Strongest Master in the City".