This Taoist Master is too Frivolous

In Wu City and even the entire Xi Xia region, even if he attracted the attention of some “dirty things”, hardly anyone would dare to ask him for “toll money”.

However, considering he still needed to teach his apprentice, he immediately grabbed a few stacks of the underworld notes.

As for “life-after-death money”, this item is available for sale in all funeral shops, an essential part of a funeral, and the store had plenty of them, so he just took some casually.

It’s already 11:50 PM.

As midnight approached, Xu Yang instructed Ma Xiaotiao to carry the young lady downstairs and placed her in the middle of the first-floor store. He then lit candles and incense around her before preparing to start the ritual outside…

“Huh?”

At that moment.

A surprised voice came from outside the door. Ma Long, wearing a floral shirt and a black bag under his arm, walked in cautiously, saying, “Xu Yang, when did you come back…”

“You said you were back, but you didn’t even go to the martial world forum to have a look. A bunch of assholes follow the vibe every day, saying you’re a demon. I’ve been arguing with them online for the past two days, and my keyboard is broken!”

Xu Yang: “…”

Unable to help himself, he asked, “What’s your ID on the martial world forum?”

Ma Long lit up a Chinese cigarette and proudly said, “I’m known in the martial world as Langli Xiaobailong… what are you guys doing?”

Only then did he notice the girl on the ground.

After hearing Xu Yang’s explanation, Ma Long’s eyes brightened, and he said, “Soul summoning? Xu Yang… can you let me do the summoning for her?”

“Uh…”

Xu Yang hesitated, “Isn’t that a bad idea?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

Ma Long seemed eager to try, “I’m already in the Night Wandering Realm now, my Yin deity is strong, stronger than an average red ghost. Just teach me the method of soul summoning, and I’ll summon this girl’s soul back in no time.”

“Moreover…”

“Aren’t you still here?”

Ma Long also said, “Even if there is a problem, with your skills, Xu Yang, wouldn’t it be easy to fix?”

Xu Yang thought about it and found it reasonable.

So he handed the bowl of Guide Rice Ma Xiaotiao had picked out to Ma Long, saying, “I’ll pass on the soul-summoning incantation to you, listen carefully…”

Soon.

Ma Long said, “Alright, I’ve learned it. Is there anything else I need to be aware of?”

Xu Yang relayed, “After I finish casting my spell, sprinkle rice in the order of east, south, west, and north, recite the incantation I taught you while doing so, remember… When sprinkling the rice, go over your shoulder and throw it behind you, and don’t look back no matter what happens.”

Checking the time.

It had been 20 minutes past midnight.

Xu Yang immediately took out four candles, lit them, and placed them in the four corners of the funeral shop: east, south, west, and north.

He then flipped his hand, revealing a peach wood sword in his palm, and with another flip, a small altar fell at his feet. He jumped onto the altar, stepping on the Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams, and circled around the girl. He grabbed a handful of life-after-death money and tossed it into the air, chanting—

“Heaven and earth, spirits of the yin and yang realms, behold the silver spirit!”

“Today, I, Xu Yang, open this altar to seek the true soul. If there’s any offense, please don’t take offense. I only ask for your assistance to reveal the true soul quickly… Laojun, the Supreme Lord, commands you to act immediately!”

With a whoosh!

Xu Yang pinched a Daoist talisman with his fingers and tossed it onto the girl’s forehead. The talisman burned into ashes without hurting a single strand of her hair!

Ma Long watched all of this with envy, momentarily dumbfounded on the spot.

“Ma Long!”

Xu Yang called out in a low voice.

Only then did Ma Long snap back to reality. He picked up the bowl of rice and strode outside the funeral shop. He grabbed a handful of rice and threw it over his shoulder while chanting the spell… but he had only chanted a few lines before he became confused.

Holy shit!

What was the next part?

In desperation, he could only bluster, “Heavenly Emperor, Tathagata Buddha, Goddess of Mercy, Mohammed, Jesus, Zeus, Bota Cangjing, the savior of all difficulties, Tianhaiyi Hallelujah… All the great gods, protect me from harm… Xu Yang, there’s no more rice!”

Xu Yang: “…”

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