The male supporting character was actually myself.

That's what a Celestial Master should be like!

A true Taoist master carries a long sword on his back, a string of copper coins at his waist, and can use explosive talismans!

The rest of them are a bunch of rubbish; all they do is talk and pretend, they're disgusting.

"Master, is there really a ghost here?" Everyone was clearly frightened. The steward asked cautiously, while looking around warily, afraid that something might suddenly appear.

Duan Tang looked at Murong Liangchen, who was tortured beyond recognition, with a solemn expression, and waved his hand, saying, "That guy has been temporarily trapped and cannot escape. Mr. Murong, there are some things I need to discuss with you privately."

Just trapped?!

Trapped? So it really is...

The wind outside the window made everyone feel a little cold, and the sky was gloomy as if it was about to rain. The bright lights in the empty villa made it seem even more desolate.

The butler took a step back, still shaken.

The two bodyguards looked at each other and took two steps back, not daring to breathe.

On the contrary, Xiao Su and Xiao Lü, who were slightly short and chubby, were upright and calm. They cooperated with their senior brother in acting and turned around to persuade them to go downstairs to rest first.

Everyone else left and closed the door, leaving only Murong Liangchen and Duan Tang in the large room.

"I've heard about Mr. Murong's situation from the steward. Actually, this matter can't be blamed on the other Celestial Masters. The main reason is..."

Seeing that Murong Jiangchen had set the mood, Duan Tang frowned and hesitated in his thick accent, saying, "I'm a straightforward person and I can't stand some of the unspoken rules in the industry, so sometimes I offend people."

I made a mistake by acting rashly today.

It wouldn't matter if it were anyone else, but this is, after all, "

He pretended to be in a difficult position, looked around, and then leaned close to Murong Liangchen, lowering his voice to the lowest level. "After all, he's a little devil raised by Master Wang. It's an open secret in the industry, and everyone knows him. I didn't pay attention just now. I only realized it was him after I trapped him. Mr. Murong probably doesn't know Master Wang's reputation in the industry... This is a difficult matter for me."

It really was that old bastard!

Murong Liangchen was furious. He slammed his hand on the table and said arrogantly, "Don't be afraid. He's just a Celestial Master from Listening Wind Valley. Can he really turn the world upside down? As long as you... may I ask your surname?"

"My surname is Duan."

"Master Duan, as long as you can help me resolve my worries, I guarantee that Wang Baoyi will soon be in dire straits! He dares to set his sights on me without even bothering to find out who I am!" Murong Liangchen patted his chest and made a guarantee, fearing that the other party might renege on his promise and let the tiger return to the mountain. He hurriedly signed a check for three million and stuffed it into Duan Tang's hand.

He assured him that this was just a deposit, and there would be even more benefits once the little devil who was bothering him was completely eliminated!

Duan Tang, with an air of nonchalance that "money is just an external thing," sighed as he clutched the check, "Many people use this method to get rich by releasing ghosts themselves. Our Lingyin Pavilion disdains such despicable means, so naturally we are somewhat out of step with the mainstream and are always ostracized, both openly and secretly, which prevents the sect from developing."

My junior brothers didn't enter the room and are unaware of this. The little ghost is trapped here and can't escape for the time being, so it can't go back to inform others. Only heaven, earth, you, and I know about this. Mr. Murong, I can eliminate the little ghost to free you from the torment of being haunted by spirits, but if I offend anyone because of this..."

"Don't worry about that. No one will leak the news and let anyone know that Master Duan helped me solve this problem!" Murong Liangchen made promises and gave assurances, saying a lot of nice things to finally dispel the other party's worries.

As Duan Tangbian set up his ritual inside the house, he pondered that Murong Liangchen and Wang Baoyi should not blame others for their actions. The victim was the one who suffered the consequences. The Yin Realm of Dujiang was sealed off, and he and his group almost died because they could not leave. The root of the Yin Realm's grudge had not yet been found. He had only inquired around and heard that the higher-ups of Tingfeng Valley had submitted some kind of plan to the Yin Division.

Ah, every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor; every goose leaves its cry as it flies by, every person leaves their name as they pass by. We'll always find out who did it!

"Tsk tsk, as expected of a professional." Jiang Chen sat at the table, watching the excitement and clapping his hands in approval. "It's a pity that we were short on time and couldn't prepare an incense table or other props. That would have made it look more ceremonial."

Duan Tang suppressed a laugh and performed a graceful somersault, his long sword twirling as the talisman exploded into bursts of flames on the floor. As a finishing touch, Jiang Chen even added a few shrill screams, making the little white cat laugh so hard it couldn't stand up straight, nestled in his arms.

"Host, you're so clever! Now the protagonist will definitely believe that the little ghost has been killed." The fluffy dumpling looked at Murong Liangchen's grateful and admiring eyes towards Duan Tang, wishing he could offer a high price to keep him by his side, and sighed helplessly, "It's just a pity that we can't haunt anymore. Scaring the protagonist is actually quite fun, but I wonder how the main system will judge if we scare the protagonist to death."

"Did you send the video to Jiang Yulu?"

"Of course! When has your soft and cute little kitten ever been slow or indecisive? As soon as Jiang Yulu returned to China, I put the USB drive on her desk."

"Then let's just wait and see what happens."

A ghost and a cat were lying on the roof chatting idly;

Murong Liangchen and Duan Tang also sat in the quiet study where they could talk in detail without being disturbed.

"Master, you've worked so hard. You have no idea how much I've suffered these past two days, sigh..." Murong Liangchen forced himself to stay awake on the sofa, his voice weak and feeble. "Luckily, I met you, a true conscience of the industry, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to survive!"

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Duan Tang steered the conversation to the main topic, "Mr. Murong, you have a lot of yin energy on you. Based on my years of experience with the underworld, I can tell that this yin energy is something your soul brought with you. Have you encountered something strange? We need to find a way to expel the yin energy as soon as possible, otherwise it may cause you to develop a chronic illness."

"To be honest, Master Duan, I've actually encountered some good fortune. It's just that I haven't been self-disciplined enough, which has left my body weakened and I look half-dead. You should know about a day trip to the underworld, right?"

"Of course! So Mr. Murong was invited to the underworld to broaden his horizons?"

After his initial surprise, Duan Tang smiled knowingly. "No wonder the Yin energy entered my body in this way. But I can understand it. I was quite pathetic when I first went down to the Yin realm with my master."

Ghost food is delicious and enjoyable. To put it bluntly, in the human world, only the blissful feeling of smoking opium can compare to it.

And those female ghost ladies, tsk tsk, there are no such beauties in the human world!

"I wonder if Mr. Murong has ever bathed in a tributary of the River of Oblivion? After trying it, I felt that hot springs, baths, and massages were utterly insignificant. Our ancestors really knew how to enjoy life; they truly transformed the underworld. With enough money, one could enjoy far more than in the human world."

Murong Liangchen's eyes widened and he slapped his thigh in frustration, saying, "The River of Oblivion? I didn't get to go! Don't even mention it. I just wandered around the streets, had a meal, and hehehehe, I even witnessed the intimate (but not really) fusion of female ghost sisters. It was truly unforgettable and haunting."

The two exchanged a smile, feeling a sense of kindred spirits sharing the same vision. Duan Tang took a sip of tea and said quietly, "Mr. Murong is really lucky to have been able to get a random spot for the experience among billions of people."

If I have the chance in the future, I highly recommend soaking in the River of Oblivion. You should also visit a bar and nightclub to experience a truly exhilarating feeling.

Oh, by the way, the most upscale bars have a special treat that you can only taste by paying a fortune—the legendary potion of forgetfulness, made with the secret recipe of the beautiful Meng Po. Only by experiencing that can you truly say you've lived a worthwhile life!

Chapter Thirty-Eight: This is what a Celestial Master should be like! (Combined Chapters)

"This is the fourth wave of Taoist masters. Hopefully, it will have some effect, otherwise I'll have to find a new job..." The butler knocked on the door of room 801 in the hotel with a heavy heart.

Duan Tang opened the door and was immediately stunned. Murong Jiang Chen??

"Hello, I am Mr. Murong's butler. I contacted him by phone before." The butler presented his business card with both hands.

You have to be careful when dealing with Taoist masters. Otherwise, if you encounter one who is truly skilled but also petty and vindictive, they might do something underhanded. At best, you'll be unlucky; at worst, you'll be doomed and die without even knowing how you died.

He is a cautious person and pays great attention to this matter.

"I found a cute little celestial master who understands me and made me her spirit ghost. You should know the special nature of spirit ghosts, right?" Jiang Chen swaggered into the room, looked at the hotel environment, and shook his head, saying, "Is the event budget tight? Why are you staying in such a bad room? It's too cramped. If you don't have enough money, just go find Murong Liangchen. I've been giving him a hard time these past two days."

Duan Tang gave Xiao Su a look, signaling her to talk to the housekeeper in detail about the situation, mainly to maintain a certain level of composure and say that she and her party were just passing through on a business trip and it was inconvenient for her to accept the commission, etc.

Firstly, he couldn't make his purpose of infiltrating Murong's villa too obvious;

Secondly, they can also raise prices and demand more "service fees".

The Listening Pavilion was originally a small sect with only a few people. They couldn't get any big orders in a year and didn't earn much money. The members of the pavilion would share the necessities and that would be enough to cover their expenses.

What's more, their senior brother Wang was tricked and died tragically a few days ago during a mission. After the funeral and the settlement fee, the money they received for accepting the commission was not enough. This time, they were repaying a debt of gratitude and had been very frugal with their own money in the early stages. They wanted to take advantage of the situation to ask for more money as much as possible.

The room was small, and Duan Tang didn't feel comfortable speaking, so he mostly listened quietly to Murong Jiangchen.

When they heard that Murong Liangchen had been tricked into going to the underworld and was now convinced that it was a wonderful place and longed to go there, their expressions were quite interesting.

Duan Tang silently gave him a thumbs up to express his admiration.

After checking the answers on one side and communicating almost completely on the other, the desperate butler promised that money was no object as long as the ghost story could be resolved and the young master appeased!

“We understand the general situation. Based on the description, it seems you’ve hired the wrong person.” Duan Tang slapped his thigh and exclaimed with a thick accent, “As the saying goes, everyone has their own expertise. Although the work of tracing the underworld is not valued by the powerful celestial masters of Tingfeng Valley and Shattered Star Sect, there are some situations where we still have to ask them what went wrong.”

Well, we originally stayed in Dujiang because we had a mission, and time was tight.

If we can visit tonight, we'll set off immediately. Otherwise, it'll have to wait until we finish what we're doing, which will probably take three or four days.

Upon hearing this, the butler hurriedly welcomed them, "The car is downstairs. It's wonderful that you can go now! To be honest, because of the ghost story, everyone who could leave the villa has already done so. If it can't be resolved, I dare not stay any longer. Please pack your things and let's set off now?"

Duan Tang and the others didn't hesitate either; they took bags containing various magical artifacts and went straight downstairs to their cars.

Along the way, they asked a variety of questions, such as whether anyone else besides Mr. Murong had encountered anything unusual, and whether there had been any unexpected events at the villa recently, etc.

Upon arriving at the villa, the group found it brightly lit inside and out, yet not a single person could be seen.

"Gentlemen, this way please." The butler had just opened the car door to let the Taoist priests out when a shrill scream came from upstairs, "You damned brat, I'll fight you to the death!"

Then came a series of crashing and smashing sounds. The group hurriedly entered the lobby to go upstairs, only to see two bodyguards running down the stairs without any regard for their image.

"Butler, the young master has gone mad!"

"Quickly call the young mistress and take her to a mental hospital! He's yelling that there are ghosts in the mirrors, smashing all the mirrors in the room, and saying the ghosts are behind us! This... this is unbearable!"

"No amount of money could make me work like this. I'd have a heart attack from being scared by him sooner or later!"

Seeing this, the housekeeper didn't dare to go upstairs. He just grinned at Duan Tang and the others, looking embarrassed.

“What’s there to be afraid of? Let’s go up and take a look.” The tall and strong Duan Tang lived up to expectations and stepped forward. He waved his hand and said in a thick accent, “It’s like this, someone has to take care of it, right? If it’s really haunted, we’ll take a look and figure out how to solve it. If it’s not haunted, we’ll call the hospital and give them an injection to calm them down so we can wait for their family to come and see what to do.”

You're paid to do this job, so you have to see it through to the end and not just abandon it.

"Come on, follow us up here. There's nothing to be afraid of! A few of us are strong enough to handle a madman!"

With the Taoist priests' encouragement, the bodyguards also found their backbone. They looked at each other and, along with the butler, followed the three Taoist priests upstairs.

After smashing things for a while, Murong Liangchen finally vented some of his fear, but his body, which was completely exhausted, couldn't take it anymore and sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

Jiang Chen wasn't done yet. She peeked out from the other side of the bed and looked at him with a sinister gaze from a strange angle, revealing a creepy smile.

"Holy crap!" Murong Liangchen turned around and saw a ghost head that looked exactly like his own but was covered in blood. He yelled "Awooo!" and grabbed a nearby lamp that had rolled down and smashed it. After a series of clanging and banging, the lamp broke on the ground, sparks flying, and a pile of broken glass appeared. The ghost face then disappeared.

Before he could even catch his breath, he saw a blood-soaked severed arm emerge from under the bed. The familiar hand trembled as it reached forward, seemingly trying to grab something.

"Get out! Get out!" Murong Liangchen's mind flashed back to the incredibly familiar scene of dismembered corpses he had relived in his dream; back then, his hands were covered in blood and twitching slightly...

He retreated against the wall like a madman, kicking it and wildly slapping the small rug.

"The Mantra of Purifying the Heart with Burning Flames! So be it!"

As soon as Duan Tang entered the room, he got into character and followed the script the other party had given him. He took out a talisman with the most impressive effect and activated it, then threw it in front of Murong Liangchen.

"boom!"

A bright, dazzling flame exploded in the room;

Jiang Chen took the opportunity to smash the huge French window;

The little white cat controlled the lights to flash a few times before returning to normal, perfectly creating an eerie atmosphere.

A cool breeze blew in from the window, and a faint, strange scent filled the air, making one feel at ease.

"He's gone, he's gone!" Murong Liangchen was almost driven to a mental breakdown by the torment. He looked around and found no trace of the ghost, which finally put him at ease. At the same time, he felt a sense of goodwill towards the strong Taoist master who was different from others and did not hesitate to take action right away.

That's what a Celestial Master should be like!

A true Taoist master carries a long sword on his back, a string of copper coins at his waist, and can use explosive talismans!

The rest of them are a bunch of rubbish; all they do is talk and pretend, they're disgusting.

"Master, is there really a ghost here?" Everyone was clearly frightened. The steward asked cautiously, while looking around warily, afraid that something might suddenly appear.

Duan Tang looked at Murong Liangchen, who was tortured beyond recognition, with a solemn expression, and waved his hand, saying, "That guy has been temporarily trapped and cannot escape. Mr. Murong, there are some things I need to discuss with you privately."