I Possess a Scroll of Demon-Subduing Records

When he made his grand ambition, the bell at Jiming Temple suddenly trembled and hummed.

This was the second time the bell of Jiming Temple had rung. The sound was deep and resonant, and the lingering echoes were so powerful that the worshippers and monks in the temple found peace in their hearts.

Only after the sound completely stopped did I realize its strangeness.

The witnesses were already pondering how to spread the word, but Huijue, the abbot of Jiming Temple, was somewhat at a loss.

He recognized the first chime as a warning.

This time, however, the bells were rung in celebration.

"Could it be that another Buddha has been born into this world? Is it to deal with the Buddha's tribulation?"

Once Huijue thought about it, he actually made sense of it.

That makes perfect sense.

Immediately, he couldn't care less about Longhu Mountain anymore. His top priority was to find the Buddhist disciple and train him to deal with the Buddhist tribulation.

On this day, not only the bell of Jiming Temple rang, but also the bells of many Buddhist temples and Taoist monasteries, large and small.

On the shore of Poyang Lake, in an unnamed Taoist temple, Qingling listened to the sound of the bell ringing out in waves and couldn't help but be surprised.

"Why are these clocks ringing by themselves?"

Inside the Taoist temple, there was another female Taoist priest sitting cross-legged. When she was still, she looked like a clay statue. When she heard her disciple speak, she began to admonish him: "Whatever you hear, see, think, and refrain from speaking, you should take it to heart. If you had just kept my words in mind, you would not have had to flee Longhu Mountain in such a sorry state."

Qingling was scolded by her master again and dared not think about the bell anymore. She could only obediently lower her head, but her face was full of grievances.

She was a high-ranking elder in Longhu Mountain, respected wherever she went, but she was always criticized by her master.

She went through a near-death experience at Longhu Mountain; if she hadn't been lucky, she might not have made it back.

When Zhang Lingxiu sealed her magic powers, she was blown away the first time Zhang Lingxiu summoned wind and rain during the battle with Lin Yi.

The battle then intensified, and a strong wind swept her away, carrying her to the side of the mountain path.

Fortunately, the people of Longhu Mountain were focused on the duel between Zhang Lingxiu and Lin Yi, and no one paid attention to her.

Qingling had lost her cultivation at the time, so she had no choice but to run down the mountain on her own two legs. Halfway down, an earthquake struck, and she lost her footing and rolled down the hillside for a long way.

Fortunately, although she lost her magic power, she still had protective magic robes, so she was not seriously injured. However, this was the first time Qingling had ever experienced such a disheveled situation.

She rushed to her master's side day and night, hoping to receive comfort from him, but instead, she was met with only a scolding.

She only asked a casual question today, and she was lectured again.

Qingling felt wronged, but she dared not say it.

She looked pitiful, with tears welling up in her eyes.

Qingling's master, whose Taoist name was Suling, was also from Longhu Mountain. After training Qingling, he left Longhu Mountain.

Longhu Mountain became the leader of Taoism not only because of its strength, but also because of the fact that Longhu Mountain spread its influence and enabled Taoism to continue to grow and expand.

Longhu Mountain and these Taoist temples are like the relationship between a group and its subsidiaries.

Although Su Ling opened a Taoist temple outside, she did not develop it vigorously. She simply established a temple and gave it a perfunctory name, simply calling it the Nameless Temple.

So far, she only has one disciple, Qingling, and she naturally cherishes and cares for this disciple.

Seeing Qingling looking so pitiful and wronged, she felt both heartache and helplessness.

It's heartbreaking that this child has been wronged, but it's also frustrating that this child, who is already so old, still acts like a child.

With such a mindset, how can one pursue the Great Dao!

Su Ling had considered using a more forceful approach to help Qing Ling grow, but she was afraid that doing so would be counterproductive.

The Tao follows nature, so she could only go with the flow.

However, what needs to be taught still needs to be taught.

"A bell that rings by itself without being struck is a sign of divine power, and this divine power reveals fortune and misfortune."

"Good fortune brings the birth of sages and great prosperity to the world; misfortune brings the dance of demons and monsters, and bloodshed and chaos. Its sound may agitate the heart or soothe the spirit; listen to this bell, is it good fortune or misfortune?"

Upon hearing the explanation, Qingling immediately became happy: "Master, does this bell sound a sign of good fortune, meaning the world will soon be at peace? Does that mean Longhu Mountain and the Buddhist sect will no longer fight?"

Su Ling shook her head and sighed, "Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise. It's not as simple as you think."

Qingling: "..."

Although Su Ling didn't say it directly, Qing Ling still felt that her master disliked her.

Is she really that stupid?

For a moment, she dared not speak carelessly anymore. Following her master's advice, she listened more, observed more, thought more, and pondered more, and spoke less.

Looking back on everything that happened at Longhu Mountain, she was indeed not careful enough, even though she knew there was a traitor among them. If someone hadn't happened to come up the mountain, she would probably be in grave danger.

However, she still doesn't understand one thing: who exactly is the mole, or are they all moles?

She wanted to ask her master, but she was too embarrassed to do so, so she kept it to herself. Although she was sitting upright on the futon, she couldn't calm her mind.

"Yun'er, why are you so troubled?"

Knowing that she couldn't hide anything from her master, Qingling had no choice but to honestly answer, "I'm wondering, who exactly is the traitor on Longhu Mountain?"

She couldn't understand why, despite her innocence, she was unanimously identified as the mole.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Longhu Mountain has lost its original intention and the atmosphere is restless. Perhaps there are no traitors on the mountain, or perhaps everyone is a traitor."

Qingling: "..."

Can this be done?

Her head was buzzing a little.

Su Ling sighed inwardly, this child still needs more training before he can become a useful person.

After much deliberation, she took out a letter from her bosom.

“My old friend in Jiankang has recently taken on two new disciples, but he has some things to attend to and is too busy to take care of them. Since you are also unable to return to Longhu Mountain, you can go and help take care of them for me, and also relax a bit.”

Remember, always be cautious; you won't always be so lucky.

Qingling: "..."

She realized that her master was trying to get rid of her!

Out of sight, out of mind, right?

She had no choice but to accept the letter with a reluctant expression and follow the instructions to pack her things.

Su Ling waited until Qing Ling left before taking down the clock from the courtyard.

This thing has already made its noise twice. Let's just throw it away. Next time it makes a sound, she won't be able to hear it.

The emergence of a sage will indeed bring vitality to the world, but the path to becoming a sage is never smooth...

Human joys and sorrows are not shared, let alone Lin Yi in the underworld. He doesn't know what troubles Buddhism and Taoism have; he's only worried about how to deal with these wandering spirits.

Killing them is out of the question, but letting them leave on their own is also not an option.

This awkward situation is similar to the dozen or so maids and servants that Lin Yi rescued while running away with Wang Jinxuan. They couldn't just abandon them, but keeping them around would be troublesome.

In the end, I taught them some skills and pretended to be a member of the Pure Heaven Cult, letting them recruit followers. I wonder how they are doing now.

Anyway, after parting ways, Lin Yi didn't care about them anymore. The connection between people is probably only this much. He can't protect them forever. He has done all he can.

The situation is now even more complicated.

The quantity is particularly complicated; last time it was ten, this time it's probably over one hundred thousand...

Lin Yi didn't even bother to count them; just looking around, they were densely packed, surely numbering over 100,000.

Lin Yi couldn't just leave these wandering spirits here without teaching them any spells. If he threw the maids and servants into the crowd, they might survive, but they might not necessarily encounter any danger.

These vengeful spirits are different; without the protection of Buddha's light, they will turn back into evil ghosts once they leave Death Island.

What to do with it is a real headache.

If only someone in the underworld were willing to come and guide him, but unfortunately, Lin Yi doesn't have that kind of influence yet.

"Little Cloud, tell me, do you think I have the ability to lead these people upstream and leave the Abyss of Exile?"

dark clouds:"……"

Although she had lost the snack she was about to eat and found Lin Yi incredibly troublesome for wasting time instead of looking for a way back to the human world, she still gave a very objective answer.

"Why don't you give it a try? As long as the underworld gods don't bother you, you might actually be able to do it."

Others might be corrupted by the filth of the Abyss of Exile, but Lin Yi has a golden body protecting him, so he should be able to manage.

With so many ghosts here, it's hard to know when Lin Yi will be able to get to the ghosts.

After receiving confirmation from Wuyun, Lin Yi planned to talk to the spirits about it, but at that moment, all the spirits suddenly looked behind Lin Yi.

Lin Yi also turned around curiously and saw a green bamboo boat slowly sailing in from afar, with a lamp on the bow emitting a warm light.

A man was standing on the boat, his features obscured by mist.

As his boat docked at the shore, the still somewhat dazed spirits rushed toward the small boat like moths to a flame.

Being able to sail a ship in this Abyss of Exile clearly indicates someone of great importance, but Lin Yi was also uneasy about his own men boarding a ship of unknown origin, so he quickly asked, "Who are you, sir?"

"Who I am is not important; you only need to know that I have come to guide and ferry you across."

The voice was ethereal, and it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female, yet it was upright and righteous, unlike that of a heretic.

Lin Yi couldn't completely trust him, and since the demon-slaying manual didn't reveal the other party's identity, Lin Yi asked again, "Can I go with him and take a look? There are so many ghosts here, will you be able to bring me back later?"

This was just Lin Yi testing the waters; if the other party agreed, he wouldn't go.

If he makes excuses to refuse or acts strangely, Lin Yi will not let him go smoothly.

Perhaps sensing Lin Yi's concerns, the ferryman pointed his finger, and a ball of golden light flew from his hand, slowly landing in Lin Yi's hand, where it materialized into a gold ingot.

"It's not my turn to pick you up yet. You still have your own path to walk. Go on..."

Lin Yi: "..."

As the two talked, ghosts kept boarding the ship.

The boat was so small, yet one ghost after another boarded it, and it never stopped.

This boat is probably a Wuling brand.