Tomb Raider: The man is in the Nine Gates, but the system insists it's the Primordial Era.

"True Immortal Temple? With the Nine Gates pushing it so hard, could it just be a deal between friends?"

"They think they can make money off talismans and pills? People in this world are getting more and more insane!"

"Who says otherwise? But according to rumors, the strange disappearances these past few nights are related to the owner of the True Immortal Temple. What do you think...?"

"It's fake! It's definitely fake!"

"Sigh, even if it were true, the price would be too high, and the target audience wouldn't be us at all. It would just be another topic of conversation over tea."

"However, it seems that no similar businesses have appeared across the country?"

"What if it's true?"

"How about we go check out the excitement together?"

"..."

The news that Zhenxian Temple was selling talismans and elixirs spread among the nine sect leaders, including Wu Laogou.

The common people were discussing it enthusiastically, but it was just that—discussion. No one really believed that the talismans and pills would work as intended.

The information received by wealthy high-ranking officials and gentry families was noticeably different.

While the common people were still questioning whether this was just another way for the Nine Gates to make money.

The high-ranking officials, wealthy families, and powerful merchants in the city have secretly sent people to the entrance of the Zhenxian Temple shop.

"Ten thousand silver dollars? Why don't you just rob someone?"

"One hundred thousand? Do you really think money comes from mud?"

"No money? No problem. You can trade antiques for them. Those legendary antiques, once successfully appraised, can be exchanged with us."

"Are you really going to buy it?"

"The head of the household said we have to buy it no matter the price. Something evil has gotten into the house; it keeps popping up at night and harming people! Damn it!"

"If this doesn't work, your shabby shop and your owner will be liquidated by us!"

"Five thousand silver dollars for a single broken talisman? That's outrageous!"

"Wait a minute, I'll go get the money right away!"

"The employer sent word that anyone who knows carpentry, masonry, or bricklaying should go over there."

"They're here!"

"..."

In front of thatched huts in the slums.

Su Mu, who was waiting there, paced back and forth.

After leaving the February Red Pear Garden, he had Huo Xian'er take him to see the wealthy residential area in the city, which ultimately dispelled his idea of ​​buying a house.

In the affluent area, apart from a few households, most residents are still remnants of the previous dynasty.

When they met, they greeted each other in the old-fashioned way, with their feet squatting and hands hanging down, saying "May you be blessed" and the like, which made Su Mu very uncomfortable.

Anyway, I have more money than I can spend, and it's still coming in like crazy.

Therefore, it would be better to build a separate courtyard here.

"Master Su."

"Master, everyone has arrived."

"Um."

Su Mu pointed to the thatched hut where he used to live: "I want to build a house here. I'll have to trouble you all from now on."

The henchmen, who were somewhat skilled in carpentry, masonry, and other crafts, looked around and began whispering among themselves about how to build a courtyard befitting their boss, Su Mu, who was a manager.

"But if the landlord wants to build a new courtyard, the old house will have to be demolished. I'm afraid the landlord will have to stay somewhere else for the time being."

"I'll figure this out myself. Also, the memorial tablets and sandalwood incense inside can't be moved; they should stay in their original positions. I need you to get this sorted out as soon as possible. If you don't have enough people, hire more; if you don't have enough materials, buy them quickly. Money isn't a problem."

"Don't worry, boss, as long as the money is right, it can be done in a month!"

"Alright, then I'll leave this place to you. You guys don't need to go to the shop anymore; the rest of you will take care of it."

"Okay, we'll go and call more helpers right away, and also buy timber and other supplies."

"..."

Before this group of people arrived, Su Mu had already gone into the room to pack his personal belongings and temporarily covered the ancestral tablets of the Su family with the cloth he had bought.

"Master! There's something I need you to come and determine if it has any real value."

Suddenly, another person dressed in the Taoist robes specially made for Su Mu to serve as shop assistants at the Zhenxian Temple ran over and spoke anxiously.

"Um?"

Su Mu never expected that such a miraculous effect would be achieved in just half a day.

It seems that Wu Laogou, Jie Jiu, and others really put in a lot of effort to promote him.

"It was a tattered book. The trader was also a Taoist priest. He said he was waiting for a talisman to save his life and had to get it tonight, so he came to do business with us."

"He said he was certain that the talismans we sold in our shop were effective because he was also a half-Taoist priest and could see a kind of radiant light rising into the sky from within the city, right above our shop."

"The old Taoist priest claimed his name was something like Sun Guofu, and the ancient book he was trading was titled..."

"The Sixteen-Character Yin-Yang Secret Technique"

Before the shop assistant could finish speaking, Su Mu's eyes lit up, and he said the last sentence.

The shop assistant's eyes widened: "Boss, you're amazing! How could you figure that out?"

Su Mu shook his head: "Let's go, let's see what happens."

……

The city's affluent area.

Suddenly, the bald-headed man who was setting up the ritual changed his expression and began vomiting large amounts of blood.

As the five wooden stakes, shaped like plum blossoms, were driven into the ground, blood-red light burst forth from the five stakes engraved with the words "魑魅魍魉魃" (a mythical creature), and the five ghosts, invisible to ordinary people, pounced on the bald man like madmen.

Those who practice the methods of aversion and yin energy are born with three deficiencies and five ailments in their destiny.

Widow, widow, orphan, lonely, disabled.

Lacking wealth, lacking life, lacking power.

The man with scabies originally wanted to use the skills he learned in the martial arts world to enjoy the world's splendor for a short time in his already miserable and short life.

Even if there are shortcomings and deficiencies.

But he didn't expect the retribution to come so quickly. He had only cast the spell a few times when he was already missing one of the three things: life.

"Toad! Toad! What's going on!"

The water locust, seeing its companion swaying like a candle flame in the wind, its life rapidly fading away, instinctively took a few steps back in fear.

As the toad-like man with spitting snot, near the end of his life, looked up again in the direction from which he had previously directed the five ghosts to attack, he suddenly saw a scene very different from anything he had seen before.

Within the city of Changsha, twelve mysterious figures, their feet planted on the ground and their heads reaching the sky, have appeared out of nowhere.

These twelve phantom figures are not in the form of normal humans.

It has a six-legged snake body, feet resting on fire snakes, and two wings growing from its back...

Within that illusory figure with its head reaching the sky and feet planted on the ground, a Dharma form had one hand pressed against the location of the scabies-ridden head.

The yin energy generated in this location by the evil spirits used by the leper is completely imprisoned here.

Before these twelve Dharma images, the demons, monsters, and evil spirits are as insignificant as ants and as tiny as dust.

"Fourth, Fourth Master, this person, this person... *pfft*..."

The man with scabies vomited large amounts of fresh blood again.

Upon closer inspection, some fragments of internal organs were found in the vomited blood.

With the last glimmer of light in his eyes as the bald-headed man lay dying, he looked again at the statue of Lu Ban, the ancestor of carpenters, that he had placed on the magic array table.

It turned out that from the moment he began casting his spell, the statue of Lu Ban, the ancestor of the Lu Ban family, had already dimmed in light, as if it had exhausted all the accumulated incense energy because of his actions, desperately resisting the terrifying pressure of the twelve Dharma images.

Were the founding masters trembling with fear?

Where in the world could such a terrifying and unfamiliar manifestation of the universe come from...?