Descending upon the terrifying heavens as a superman

Chapter 88 [Mr. Spiritual Illusion]

Are Da Bao and Xiao Bao stronger than zombies?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems possible.

Don't let their seemingly small appearance fool you; they can possess people, control them, and move furniture with a wave of their hand.

For example, Ah Qiang, who was later pranked, could have been killed by Uncle Jiu if Uncle Jiu hadn't intervened.

In modern times, it could do some inexplicable things on the street, driving someone to a mental breakdown and even sending them to a mental hospital.

It's important to know that Ah Qiang is not a coward. He dares to grab a knife and fight bandits. He's a ruthless man who has seen blood and is not afraid of evil spirits. But even though he's not afraid of ghosts, he still gets tricked by them.

Is it fair to say that Da Bao and Xiao Bao are more capable?

These abilities are far superior to those of the First Commandment, and far superior to those of the Night of Return.

The Return of the Soul is a weak and cunning ghost, only able to possess others through illusions.

If ordinary people encountered them, they would have virtually no chance of survival. Fortunately, the world of Uncle Nine has the underworld, and even if they had the ability, most of them would not want to harm people, otherwise they would lose their good karma and become evil spirits, and there would be no hope of reincarnation.

As for Da Bao and Xiao Bao, they were just two obedient brothers who followed Maoshan Ming to make a living.

Although Maoshan Ming instructed them to cheat and swindle in order to make a living, they only cheated the rich, not the poor, and did not steal or rob.

"Brother Dao, your umbrella—it's quite something." Zhang Yue smiled as he looked at Mao Shanming's umbrella.

And Maoshan Ming—

"Ahem, these are the two fierce spirits I subdued. As for you, Master Zhang, you are not simple either. You were able to catch such fierce spirits filled with resentment—" Maoshan Ming looked back at Zhang Yue's pocket.

Chen Fulai is the most cunning and ruthless character in the First Commandment. He can control a group of girls at the same time and infect them to jump off buildings together, naturally exuding a fierce and malevolent aura.

However, Meng Jie sealed it tightly, without letting out even a trace of ghostly energy. Zhang Yue was still somewhat surprised that Maoshan Mingneng could detect it so quickly.

"I didn't expect Brother Mao to be able to discover it too," Zhang Yue said in surprise. "I sealed it very well; not a trace of ghostly energy leaked out. How did you know, Brother Mao?"

Maoshan Ming laughed heartily, adopting the air of a reclusive sage, "As for me, of course I smelled it—"

Zhang Yue nodded, realizing he had underestimated him. Although Mao Shanming was just a down-on-his-luck wandering Taoist priest in the movie, playing a comedic role, don't forget that this guy had real skills.

You can tell from the magical artifacts he carried in the haunted house: a copper bell that can make ghosts back, a Tai Chi Bagua umbrella that can capture and subdue ghosts, and a Bagua mirror that can repel fierce ghosts.

Furthermore, there was another matter: after the two villagers were possessed, when they entered the mortuary, only Uncle Jiu and Maoshan Ming could tell that they were possessed.

Therefore, never underestimate a comedic character.

"Brother Zhang, are you just passing through?" Maoshan Ming was enjoying his meal immensely, picking up a large chicken leg and starting to gnaw on it while pouring himself a glass of wine.

Zhang Yue shook her head. "I'm here to find someone, Uncle Jiu. He's my fellow disciple—"

Mao Shanming nodded, then quietly slipped a large chicken leg into his pocket. "Oh, I see—"

Well, actually he didn't know Uncle Nine either.

Zhang Yue pretended not to see Mao Shanming's eating and hiding.

Although Maoshan Ming Xiaode has his faults, he cannot be considered a truly wicked person. Otherwise, with two such powerful little monsters under his wing, he wouldn't have needed to be reduced to begging for food.

Stealing, robbing, murdering and plundering—making money couldn't be easier.

Zhang Yue asked, "Brother Dao, what brings you here?"

Mao Shanming chuckled, wiping his greasy mustache with his sleeve. "Hehe, there's a wealthy merchant here named Tan Bai..."

Wan, his house is haunted. He's hired several Taoist priests, but none of them could fix it. I was asked by him to come and exorcise the ghost.

Zhang Yue nodded. "I see. Is it Li Gui?"

Maoshan Ming waved his hand, "They should be some low-level wandering ghosts, they just move Tan Baiwan's family out of bed every day, they can't be considered fierce or strange."

Zhang Yue nodded. It was just a prank, not a murder, so it couldn't really be considered a particularly vicious or strange act. No wonder Maoshan Ming would take on this job.

Mao Shanming never imagined that he would be facing not just a lone ghost, but a whole family of over a dozen people—

However, judging from the fact that these dozen or so people only taught those Taoist priests and Tan Baiwan's family a lesson, they were still considered to be doing a good job. They probably didn't want to damage their karma by killing people and prevent themselves from being reincarnated, so they only gave the living a slight lesson and did not harm anyone's life.

Otherwise, the powerful figure from the neighboring village—Uncle Nine—would have already wiped them out.

After eating and drinking their fill, the two sat in chairs, looking quite content, picking their teeth with toothpicks. Although Zhang Yue had eaten a lot of delicious food in modern times, in the Republic of China era, the food was all natural and organic, with few side dishes, but it tasted extremely delicious.

As for Maoshan Ming, that was purely due to being starving for three days and going through two meals a day, a result of his destitution.

Mao Shanming said with an embarrassed look, "Brother Zhang, thank you for the meal. I'm going to the Tan family tonight to exorcise a ghost. Please wait for me. After I finish the exorcism and receive my reward, I'll treat you to drinks."

Zhang Yue asked curiously, "Brother Mao, when you're performing an exorcism, may I come and watch?"

Maoshan Ming was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Why not? Master Zhang is from the Maoshan Sect. I'm overjoyed to have you backing me up."

Learning by stealing someone's skills?

That's impossible. You can only learn martial arts by stealing techniques, but how can you learn Taoism by stealing techniques? I've never heard of anyone entering the Tao after just one lesson. If someone could do that, they wouldn't be human, they'd be a god.

Because he was going to exorcise ghosts that night, Maoshan Ming stayed at the inn to rest and recuperate. He bargained with the waiter and was only willing to pay one copper coin, explaining that he would only sleep for a few hours and during the day.

In the end, Zhang Yue couldn't stand it anymore, so he and the waiter booked two guest rooms, charging only half a day's room rate. Then the two of them went in to rest, preparing to recharge their energy before going to Tan Baiwan's house to catch the ghost that night.

"Uncle Ming, was that person also a Taoist priest?"

Once inside the guest room, the two little monsters raised by Maoshan Ming couldn't wait to emerge from under the umbrella.

Mao Shanming took out two bowls, then took out the chicken wings and drumsticks he had secretly hidden in his pocket, and placed them on the bowls for Da Bao and Xiao Bao, one for each of them.

"Him? A disciple of the Maoshan Sect. No doubt about it, I can tell just by looking into his eyes—"

Xiao Bao asked, puzzled, "Uncle Ming, how can you tell just by looking at their eyes?"

Maoshan Ming waved his hand, "There's no need to ask. His aura is bright and his eyes are piercing. It's obvious that his cultivation has reached a certain level. This young man's cultivation is definitely not low. Only a prestigious sect like Maoshan could produce someone like this."

"Uncle Ming, will he arrest us?"

"Yeah, what if he wipes us out?"

Mao Shanming rolled his eyes. "How could that be? Didn't you see he was carrying a ghost, and he had so much money on him? He's obviously much richer than me. Where do you think the money came from? He's clearly not that stubborn—"

Da Bao suddenly realized, "I get it, he raises a fierce monster so he can perform the fierce monster jump just like us—"

Xiao Bao nodded. "But he seems to have a lot more money now, Uncle Ming. Why don't you learn from him?"

A misunderstanding led Mao Shanming to believe that Zhang Yue, like him, kept a ghost and worked as an exorcist for the wealthy.

"Alright, stop arguing. I have work to do tonight. You two have eaten your chicken legs, so please be quiet and let me get some rest."

Mao Shanming said to Da Bao and Xiao Bao, "Just like before, remember to act really well when you're putting on the show tonight—"

"Understood, Uncle Ming————"

As night deepened, the moon was obscured by wisps of dark clouds, and the mansion of Tan Baiwan was deathly silent.

Although he was a well-known wealthy merchant in the area, and his mansion was grand and spacious, no one in the entire Tan family dared to linger near the house at this moment.

The servants and maids huddled at a distance in the corner of the corridor, holding lanterns in their hands, their expressions a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Simply because this grand and luxurious mansion is haunted—

Every day when they woke up, they would find that the evil spirits in the house had thrown them off their beds and onto the ground. After this happened several times, Tan Baiwan's entire family, including the servants, dared not live there anymore.

"Master Mao, this is the house—"

Tan Baiwan, a fat man with big ears, was dressed in an elegant silk robe. At this moment, he was wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, pointing at the tightly closed house in front of him, his voice trembling slightly: "No matter how many feng shui masters or Taoist priests I invite, as soon as they lie on this bed, they will be inexplicably moved under the bed or into the yard in the middle of the night."

"That evil thing is incredibly wicked, Taoist priest, you absolutely must help me deal with it!"

Mao Shanming carried a Tai Chi Bagua umbrella on his back, held a peach wood sword in his hand, stroked his mustache, and struck a pose of otherworldly elegance, looking down on all demons.

"You're afraid of villains? Evil spirits? Heh heh, with me, Maoshan Ming, here, Master Tan, rest assured!" Maoshan Ming puffed out his chest, his eyes glancing sideways, his tone extremely confident. "I, Maoshan Ming, have roamed the martial world for decades. What kind of demons and monsters haven't I seen? Don't even mention a mere wild ghost. Even a ghost king who has cultivated to a certain level would obediently turn to ashes upon seeing the magic of my Maoshan Sect! You just stand outside and watch how I subdue demons and monsters!"

etc----

Zhang Yue was stunned for a moment. "You're from the Maoshan Sect, then what am I?"

Seemingly sensing Zhang Yue's confusion, Maoshan Ming coughed and leaned closer, saying, "Ahem, fellow Daoist, money is hard to earn these days. Let me borrow the name of your Maoshan Sect for a moment. I, Maoshan Ming, have created my own sect, which I'll call the Maoshan Ming Sect for short—"

"I understand—" Zhang Yue rolled his eyes. "However, the eeriness of this house only caused Tan Baiwan's family to get off the bed. It didn't kill them, so it can't be considered an evil spirit. You can drive it away, but please don't harm it."

"Hehe, don't worry about that. If it were really that powerful and strange, I wouldn't dare to take it on—cough cough—anyway, after the exorcism is over, I'll treat you to a good drink, fellow Daoist." Maoshan Ming coughed, realizing he had let something slip.

After receiving a one-dollar red envelope from Tan Baiwan, Mao Shanming was slightly disappointed, but he quickly concealed his expression and strode to the altar prepared by Tan Baiwan to begin his ritual.

"I am Maoshan Ming, entrusted by Tan Baiwan to clean house—"

"A pillar reaching to the sky pierces through gold coins, a talisman protects the home." With that, Maoshan Ming took out a talisman from his pocket and waved it a few times in mid-air.

"A tonic for humans, a 'Wind-Startling Umbrella,' a treasure from the underworld, an oil-paper umbrella—I'll give it to you." Although Zhang Yue didn't know what incantation Maoshan Ming was chanting, seeing him throw the umbrella in, he knew the show was about to begin, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He glanced at the Five Elements Compass in his arms, which was now trembling slightly at an eerie frequency. Unlike when he encountered Chen Fulai, the pointer did not frantically point to the Death Gate, but instead exhibited a smooth yet dense swirling motion.

"The yin energy is very heavy, even to the point of being in large groups, but there is not a trace of bloodlust or resentment—" Zhang Yue thought to himself, "This Tan Baiwan really did build his house on someone else's ancestral grave."

This is also what happened in the story. This family was originally an official family, but they died in the war. Perhaps the foundation of their house was left behind after their death.

Then, after ten or twenty years, it was bought by Tan Baiwan and renovated.

Fortunately, although the official family was dead, the spirit was not a malevolent spirit and did not harm them.

On the contrary, Tan Baiwan, reluctant to part with the house he had bought at great expense, tried to invite a group of experts to exorcise the ghost. Maoshan Ming was the tenth one he invited.

At this moment, Maoshan Ming was already performing a ritual. The glutinous rice in the bowl had been enchanted by him, and it began to jump and bounce around, looking...

The atmosphere here is quite nice.

Zhang Yue nodded thoughtfully. This little spell that makes Nuomi jump up—hmm, I'll talk to Maoshan Ming about it another day. Although it's not very useful, it can add to the atmosphere when performing the ritual.

At this moment, the paper money and umbrellas that he had thrown into the house flew out again, but in reality, it was the little treasures inside who started working and threw them out.

"Ouch!" Mao Shanming roared in anger, "I've already offered paper money and said nice things, if you still don't admit your mistake, I'll beat you until you suffer!"

Having said that, he grabbed the ritual implements, rushed inside, and began the exorcism.

A short while later, inside the house—

As soon as Maoshan Ming entered the house, he looked around furtively, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no living people or ghosts in the house.

He clapped his hands and lowered his voice, saying, "Da Bao, Xiao Bao, time to get to work!"

A wisp of green smoke rose up, and Da Bao and Xiao Bao appeared.

"Uncle Ming, what's the plan this time?" Da Bao asked honestly.

"Same as always!" Maoshan Ming whispered, glancing around. "Dabao, you'll pretend to be the evil spirit here, then make some noise to scare Tan Baiwan outside. Once I've built up the atmosphere, I'll take out my magic weapon and capture you. If this deal goes through, Uncle Ming will burn the most expensive gold ingots for you tomorrow, plus two roast chickens!"

Upon hearing about roast chicken, Xiao Bao immediately cheered, "Yay! Let's get started—"

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