Descending upon the terrifying heavens as a superman

Western Taoist practices, scientific Taoist techniques...

Uncle Nine had never left his small town in his entire life, let alone met any foreigners, and he had never even been to a coffee shop. That's why he made a fool of himself when he was drinking coffee later on.

But that doesn't mean he wasn't curious about Western magic.

If there are zombies and ghosts here, then there must be some on the foreigners' side. How do they usually exorcise demons and monsters?

"Master, in my entire life, I have never witnessed any Taoist magic from foreigners. Have you ever seen it?"

Wen Cai, who was standing nearby, promptly chimed in with a comment.

Uncle Nine glanced sideways at his good-for-nothing disciple, Wencai, and said, "Won't you get to see for yourself today?"

Well, he himself has never seen it either.

Zhang Yue smiled and walked straight towards the wall...

Then, to the astonishment of Uncle Nine and the others, Zhang Yue defied gravity, stood directly on the wall, walked onto the beam, and then climbed onto the roof.

The middle section is even at a 90-degree angle, with the entire person connected to the wall only by their feet.

Wencai's mouth dropped open. "Master... this Westerner's magic allows him to walk on walls! How come he doesn't fall down?"

"Nonsense, how would I know?" Uncle Nine was shocked, but he also secretly compared his own skills. Although he could easily jump onto the roof with a running start, he could never walk up step by step like this.

They've all escaped Newton's coffin lid...

"Uncle Jiu, I'm sorry to make a fool of myself." Zhang Yue walked down from the house, cupped his hands and smiled at Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Nine nodded. "These Westerners' methods do indeed have their unique aspects..."

Zhang Yue smiled and pulled out a roll of cling film that had already been sprayed with Meng Jie's sponge from her bag...

Uncle Nine asked in confusion, "What is this?"

Ahem, I'm about to start showing off...

Zhang Yue chuckled inwardly. "Uncle Jiu, this is for you. It's called plastic wrap, and it can be used to catch ghosts. Hmm... it's like the kind of magic tool we use for catching ghosts in China, right?"

"Give it to me? How can that be... it's too precious."

If it were a gift of money, Uncle Nine would probably have refused it immediately. He would never accept gifts from unknown people. But Zhang Yue gave him a roll of cling film and told him it was a Western magic tool for catching ghosts.

It's the same as scholars exchanging calligraphy and books.

Although he said no, Wen Cai had already noticed the slight upturn at the corners of his mouth and the relaxed look in his eyes, and knew that his master would definitely like it.

"Master, please accept this gift. It's a special gift for you, and besides, he asked you to treat his eye condition."

Zhang Yue nodded and said, "Yes, Uncle Jiu, please accept it."

Uncle Nine took it with some skepticism, touched it, and couldn't sense any magic power on it. "Is this a talisman used by Westerners? How come I can't feel any magic power at all?"

Zhang Yue laughed and said, "Uncle Jiu, do you have any small ghosts here? Why don't you bring them over and try them out? I'll tell you how to use them."

Uncle Nine thought for a moment and said, "In the back hall of the Ancestral Master, there are some infant spirits that cannot be reincarnated. They are not very fierce, so it is worth a try. Your membrane... will it harm them?"

Zhang Yue said, "Uncle Jiu, don't worry, this plastic wrap won't cause them any harm."

"Okay, let's go over there..."

……

A short while later, Zhang Yue followed Uncle Nine to a large hall filled with various memorial tablets, upon which were densely packed spirit infants...

"Spiritual infants" are children who die in the chaos of war due to various accidents. Because they are young, many of them do not harbor much resentment after death, unlike evil spirits that harm people.

So Uncle Nine collects them, places them here for worship, eliminates their resentment, and receives incense offerings and chants of scriptures every day to help them pass on to the afterlife. Over time, he can send them to be reincarnated.

This is spiritual practice, and also the accumulation of merit.

Soon, Uncle Nine wiped his eyes with two leaves, picked up a memorial tablet, and released a rather obedient infant spirit...

Wencai, whose cultivation level was insufficient to open his own eyes, could only shamelessly say to Uncle Jiu, "Master, could you help me open my Yin-Yang eyes too? I also want to see Western magic..."

Uncle Nine angrily rebuked, "All you ever do is slack off. You're good for neither literature nor martial arts. You've been cultivating for so many years, and you're still no good at either. You can't even open your eyes."

Of the two disciples, Qiu Sheng was alright. Although his Taoist cultivation was also half-baked, he had a solid talent in martial arts. However, he was lacking in both literary talent, Taoist skills, and martial arts.

Just then, Zhang Yue's voice came from the side, "Senior brother, let me help you. Just spray some of these eye drops on it."

After saying that, Zhang Yue took out the Mengjie sponge and sprayed it twice into Wen Cai's eyes...

Wen Cai blinked, then leaned closer to Uncle Jiu and said, "Master, this is much more convenient than your eye-opening method..."

Uncle Nine stared at Wen Cai with a dark face, and Wen Cai immediately shrank back.

Uncle Nine looked at Wen Cai with a mixture of disappointment and curiosity. The eye drops he had just sprayed had no magical power at all, yet they had helped Wen Cai open his eyes.

"This plastic wrap is very simple. Just use it like this, like folding paper, to grab the object, then fold and crumple it into a ball..."

Zhang Yue smiled as she grabbed the obedient infant spirit with plastic wrap and then kneaded it into a ball...

"Uncle Jiu, try letting it come out on its own again and see if this Westerner's magic weapon can work on our little ghosts."

Uncle Nine immediately became interested upon hearing this. As for academic research, he was also very curious about Western Taoist practices, since he had never seen them in his entire life.

But Zhang Yue actually wanted to experiment: if newspaper had too many gaps to hold, would cling film work...?

Uncle Nine squatted down and said to the infant spirit trapped inside the plastic wrap, "Try to see if you can get out."

"Uncle Jiu, no, I can't get out, it's too tight..."

The infant spirit inside stretched out its left hand and right foot, but it just couldn't get out.

"It seems that the magic of these Westerners has its unique aspects. But I don't know why I can't sense any magic power on it?" Uncle Nine asked Zhang Yue with a puzzled look, holding a piece of plastic wrap.

"In Taoism, any spell or magical artifact needs the blessing of magical power, otherwise it will have no effect."

Many people have a misconception that Mr. Zombie is someone who can freeze a zombie simply by drawing a talisman with cinnabar. However, the most crucial element is the magical power of the person who writes the talisman.

Without magical power, the talismans drawn only have form, not spirit.

"To be honest, Uncle Jiu, this Western Taoist magic is different from this. It uses a substance called Mengjie Sponge to replace the casting of spells. The energy that Mengjie Sponge needs, that is, electromagnetic waves, is absorbed from the ghost. This bottle in my hand is it."

Zhang Yue generously presented the bottle of Mengjie sponge in her hand to Uncle Jiu, saying, "Uncle Jiu, this bottle is for you. You can take a look at it."

He who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding; he who takes another's gift is bound to do his bidding.

Zhang Yue refused to believe that after giving such a generous gift, he still couldn't learn Uncle Nine's Taoist arts.

That's right. Treating his eye ailment was just a side thing from the beginning. Zhang Yue's real purpose was to learn Taoist arts from Uncle Nine...

At this moment, Wencai, who was always talkative and gossipy, suddenly asked, "Hey, you have an eye condition, can you still use your 'yin-yang eyes' to see ghosts?"

"I..." Zhang Yue opened her mouth, but then a sudden thought struck her, and she froze on the spot.

Oh right, he hadn't sprayed Mengjie Sponge yet...