Uncle Nine: Scattering beans to create soldiers? I'm using plants and trees to create soldiers.

Mao Shanming's gaze swept over the several ghosts in front of him, and he was able to judge their approximate strength.

A barely perceptible ripple flashed deep within his eyes.

Six ghosts!

The strongest mage is in the early stages, and none of the other mages are weak either.

If he were in his prime, dealing with these ghosts would be a simple matter of waving his hand, and he could suppress them directly.

But now...

Mao Shanming sighed inwardly.

His cultivation level had fallen to the early stage of a mage, and his old injuries had not fully healed.

Let alone unleashing the combat power of his Master Teacher days, even if he were to fully exert his current cultivation level, it could aggravate his injuries and cause his cultivation level to continue to drop.

A head-on confrontation is not worthwhile...

Fortunately, he was prepared today.

Mao Shanming's right hand, which was behind his back, moved slightly, and a yellow talisman was silently pinched between two fingers.

That was a travel permit issued by the City God!

Once the document is delivered to the underworld, he can use the local city god's lineage to summon a team of underworld soldiers to assist him.

Thinking of this, Mao Shanming regained his composure.

"I have already made it very clear: humans and ghosts are on different paths!"

"Your continued presence on Earth is not a long-term solution."

Those who must leave will still leave!

The white-clad female ghost's expression gradually turned cold.

She could tell that Maoshan Ming hadn't intentionally bullied her family, but this haunted house was their last refuge.

If even this place is gone, the family will never be able to gather together like this again.

Moreover, once they enter the underworld, cross the Bridge of Helplessness, and drink the Meng Po soup, the father-daughter, mother-daughter, and sibling relationships between them will be completely severed.

The little devil had obviously thought of this as well. He hid behind his mother, clutching the middle-aged woman's clothes, his eyes gradually reddening.

"elder sister......"

Upon hearing her brother's voice, the last trace of hesitation in the white-clad female ghost's eyes vanished.

Her white dress fluttered without wind, and a dense, ghostly aura surged from her feet.

"Since the Taoist priest is so unforgiving..."

"Then don't blame us for being rude!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the figure of the white-clad female ghost suddenly blurred.

She transformed into a pale, blurry figure, whipping up a chilling gust of wind as she hurtled towards Maoshan Ming behind the altar.

Maoshan was prepared for tomorrow morning, and flicked his right finger.

Snapped!

A wisp of Taoist energy landed on the incense sticks on the altar, sparks flickered, and smoke drifted upwards.

At the same time, he made a hand seal with his left hand and rapidly chanted incantations.

The travel permit in his right hand then flew out.

boom!

When the yellow talisman was placed into the fire, the flames in the basin instantly rose several feet higher.

The talisman quickly curled up, and the underworld documents lit up one after another in the flames, turning into wisps of grayish-white smoke.

A plume of grayish-white smoke rose from the brazier and quickly spread under the long table, preparing to disappear into the underground passage.

The white-clad female ghost's expression changed drastically. "It's the City God's document! Stop it immediately!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already given up on attacking Maoshan Ming, and her whole body turned into a wisp of black smoke, suddenly disappearing into the ground.

The other five ghosts did not hesitate at all.

Puff puff!

One after another, ghostly figures disappeared beneath the blue bricks.

Tan Baiwan and the others were stunned, and for a moment they didn't even realize what had happened.

But in the next instant, something unexpected happened.

call--

The ground of the entire courtyard instantly turned cold and damp, and a faint black aura spread rapidly along the cracks in the bricks.

Click, click!

Large swathes of white frost covered the ground at a visible speed.

The gray smoke that had been flowing close to the ground suddenly stopped at this moment, as if the road ahead had been forcibly blocked by some force.

The City God's document in the brazier also stopped burning. The talisman paper, which was originally burning brightly, mysteriously stopped burning, leaving only a few dark red sparks faintly visible at the edge.

Mao Shanming frowned immediately. "It can actually block the path to the underworld?"

This was somewhat unexpected for him.

The City God's pass travels along the path of the underworld. Ordinary spirits, let alone being intercepted, may have their souls burned by the City God's divine intent on the pass if they get even slightly close.

But these six ghosts before me are different!

Their remains were buried beneath the Tan family mansion. After lingering there for many years, their souls had become entangled with the underground yin energy, the grave soil, and even the earth energy of the entire mansion.

They can even manipulate the earth's energy to intercept the City God's documents.

"Oh no!! Uncle Ming's attempt to find reinforcements failed! What do we do?!"

Wen Cai was startled when he saw this scene and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

"Senior Brother..."

Just as Wen Cai was about to ask Lin Xuan what to do, Qiu Sheng nudged him with his elbow, cutting off the rest of his words.

Qiu Sheng gestured with his lips, "Shh... Senior Brother is warming up, don't disturb him."

Wencai peeked out and found that his senior brother was staring intently at the altar in front of him, chanting incantations and occasionally making hand gestures.

Wen Cai immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The head coach is warming up, this is all set!

Before the altar, Maoshan Ming reacted extremely quickly. He grabbed a handful of glutinous rice from the altar and scattered it around.

Wow!

As each grain of glutinous rice fell to the ground, it crackled as soon as it came into contact with the black mist, and white smoke immediately rose from several spots on the ground.

Maoshan Ming picked up the peach wood sword with his right hand and grabbed the Three Pure Ones Bell with his left.

Jingle Bell!

A crisp bell suddenly rang out throughout the courtyard.

Circles of Dharma sounds spread underground along with the Dao Qi, and the black mist on the ground quickly faded.

Several muffled groans of pain came from beneath the blue bricks.

Clearly, the ghosts hiding underground were affected by the Three Pure Ones Bell.

But then, the muffled voice of the white-clad female ghost came from underground.

"Father! Mother!"

"Grandpa and Grandma!"

"Ignore the bell, overturn his altar first!"

Mao Shanming's expression changed slightly.

puff!

Suddenly, a pale, ghostly hand emerged from beneath the altar, followed by a second, a third, and a fourth!

"rise!"

Several ghostly hands grabbed the four legs of the long table and lifted them up suddenly, causing the entire altar to tremble instantly.

Mao Shanming reacted extremely quickly; he gripped his sword in his right hand and slammed it down heavily.

Snapped!

The peach wood sword was placed horizontally on the table, and a stream of Daoist energy spread downwards along the table, forcefully pressing the raised altar back to the ground.

Before Maoshan Ming could even catch his breath, the female ghost's voice rang out again.

"Don't lift the four sides! Let's lift one side first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghostly hands simultaneously retracted into the ground.

The next moment, they all extended from the left side of the altar.

Five or six pale hands grabbed the two table legs at the same time and pulled hard!

crunch--

The heavy long table was lifted up little by little.

The altar instantly lost its balance, and the cinnabar, glutinous rice, and talisman paper on the table slid to the side, causing the incense burner to tilt as well.

Two burning red candles fell to the table with a snap, and the flames instantly ignited the talisman paper next to them.

call!

The flames spread rapidly, even igniting the yellow cloth spread on the table.

"..."

Mao Shanming's face immediately darkened.

He truly hadn't expected these ghosts to be so troublesome.

It can not only use the earth's energy to protect the soul and weaken the influence of the Three Pure Ones Bell on them.

It can also cut off the City God's documents.

Most importantly, these guys even knew to directly overturn the altar!

When sorcerers engage in magical duels, the altar is an important platform for borrowing magic, gathering qi, and performing talismans.

Once the altar is destroyed, many of the prepared methods cannot be used.

If my cultivation level had been at the Master of Humanity realm back then...

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Maoshan Ming suppressed it; there was no point in thinking about it now...

"Holy crap!! These ghosts are way too smart! They even know how to overturn the altar?! Uncle Ming's altar has been burned down... What are we going to do?!"

In the corner of the courtyard, Wen Cai stared wide-eyed, a look of anxiety on his face.

However, Qiu Sheng, standing to the side, remained calm and composed, saying, "Don't worry, Senior Brother will be warming up soon..."

Seeing the flames on the table growing larger, Maoshan Ming flipped his wrist and put the peach wood sword back into his magic bag.

Then, he simultaneously reached behind him with both hands, one on the left and one on the right, and grasped the handles of the two oil-paper umbrellas.

"Da Bao!"

"Xiao Bao!"

"Time to get out and work!"

Maoshan Ming suddenly threw the two oil-paper umbrellas into the air.

Swish!

Two oil-paper umbrellas opened simultaneously in mid-air, their surfaces spinning rapidly, and the fine runes glowed with a faint spiritual light.

Two streams of yin energy, one large and one small, surged rapidly from the umbrella, and two ghostly figures simultaneously burst out from beneath the oil-paper umbrella.

One of them was slightly taller, while the other was noticeably shorter; they were Da Bao and Xiao Bao, who had followed Mao Shanming for many years.

As soon as the two ghosts appeared, Maoshan Ming pointed to the ground and shouted, "Drag them out!"

"Okay!" Da Bao replied.

Xiao Bao excitedly pounced on the ground.

But just as the two ghosts were about to hit the ground...

call!

Suddenly, a large cloud of black mist erupted from beneath the blue bricks, and the figure of the white-clad female ghost abruptly emerged from the ground.

Her eyes were icy cold, and her fingers were wreathed in dense ghostly energy as she struck forward with both palms simultaneously.

"Get out of here!"

A sudden burst of yin energy erupted, and the female ghost slammed her two pale hands heavily onto Da Bao and Xiao Bao's chests respectively.