The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 62 Would you like to take a seat?

"Master, the Master has arrived!"

The martial artists who had followed Qian Youcai to Qing County were all overjoyed.

Upon hearing this, the rest of the Qian family members were startled and followed the warriors into the street, looking around in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the extraordinary Taoist who had only been known by name but never seen in person.

However, after searching around the street for a long time, they still couldn't find anyone else.

"How is this going?"

Qian Dafu, supported by his eldest son Qian Youde, questioned several martial arts practitioners.

The other party was also completely confused; how could they only hear the Taoist priest's voice but not see him?

"Could it be that I am lacking in virtue, and the Daoist priest does not wish to see me?"

Qian Dafu is now covered in wounds, his body is covered in bloody scratches, and his face is ashen, as if he might faint at any moment.

The reason he was still holding on was to meet Du Yuan, this Taoist priest who was truly skilled.

Qian Dafu, who had been putting on a brave face, was now extremely anxious.

He hadn't thought much of it before, but now that ghosts have come knocking on his door and he's had a brush with death, he's truly terrified and regretful.

Therefore, he was particularly eager to meet that Taoist priest and receive guidance.

The warriors were unsure how to answer, but after a moment, the one holding the ghost-head saber suddenly realized and said:
"Master, the Taoist priest most likely didn't actually come here. After all, I personally witnessed his ability to subdue demons from afar!"

Qian Dafu became increasingly alarmed:
"Since you are unwilling to come, does that mean I will never have the chance to see the Taoist priest again?"

Qian Dafu never considered whether it was the Taoist priest who exorcised the ghost, because family members know their own affairs.
Moreover, a person with such abilities could seek out the Han family, the prince, or the governor, which would be far better than seeking out the Qian family, which, although a prominent family, is only considered a minor one.

The warrior scratched his head and said:

"The Taoist priest is a true master who saves people from suffering. Since he helped our Qian family before, perhaps he has just encountered some unforeseen matters today and is unable to extricate himself?"

Qian Youde also hurriedly said:

"That is indeed the case, Father. The Taoist priest actually came to the mansion gate during the day and said that he would pay a visit later. However, I was blind and failed to recognize the master and invited him to stay and be entertained."

"So Father, you can rest assured!"

"That's good, that's good, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qian Dafu, who was barely holding on, suddenly rolled his eyes back and fainted.

He really suffered a terrible fate tonight.

The only good thing is that his second son returned the ghost-head knife. Otherwise, who knows what would have happened to the Qian family.
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Inside a teahouse outside the city, Du Yuan chuckled as she put down her porcelain bowl amidst the utterly reverent yet fearful gazes of several sinister beings.

Just moments ago, they witnessed the Buddha pour a bowl of hot tea towards Qingzhou, and then they heard their companions' desperate cries for mercy.

What an extraordinary Buddha!

Amidst their awe, they couldn't help but feel fortunate that their karma wasn't too heavy, which was why this Buddha was willing to stay here patiently and wait to be converted.

Otherwise, I fear I might follow in my companions' footsteps.

But a little earlier in time...

As the Taoist priest in the lakeside courtyard of the Anqing Prince's Mansion chanted incantations over the water basin.

Aside from the eight evil spirits that went to the north of the city, there were four or five more that broke free from his control and drifted out of the city on their own.

Their final destination was that teahouse!

Inside the tea stall, the shopkeeper was absentmindedly tidying up the tables, chairs, pots, and pans.

He'd do this for a while, then wipe that for a while.

It feels like I have to do everything, yet I don't have to do anything at all.

At the same time, he couldn't help but glance at the Living Buddha sitting on the bench outside the house out of the corner of his eye.

It's no wonder he was nervous and flustered; for an ordinary mortal, opening a nightclub for spirits was far beyond his comprehension. Even the Living Buddha who personally instructed him to do so came along to put his mind at ease.

Little did they know, the shopkeeper was uncertain, and so was Du Yuan.

Du Yuan wasn't afraid of any evil spirits coming; he now possessed considerable skills and wasn't afraid of such things. The problem was, he was afraid of no evil spirits coming at all!
In that case, wouldn't the idea of ​​accumulating good karma by opening a nightclub become a joke?
Although I could tell the shop owner that this is a rare occurrence, I still feel a bit embarrassed.

While they were deep in thought, Du Yuan and the shopkeeper both keenly felt a cold wind blowing past.

At that moment, both of them knew in their hearts—it's here!
Thinking of the shopkeeper from last night, my legs instinctively went weak.

Du Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, put down her teacup, and sat down.

Hopefully, it's a benevolent ghost that can be communicated with and reformed; otherwise, the business owners might really be too afraid to open a nightclub.
Looking in the direction of that chilly wind.

Du Yuan and the shopkeeper both saw four or five hazy figures gradually become clear and solid in the night.

It didn't move forward, but just stared wide-eyed at the two living people in front of it.

Even the shopkeepers felt they could hear the terrifying sound of their throats churning.

"Living Buddha"

Just as he was about to ask the Living Buddha what to do.

But then they saw the Living Buddha smile at them and say:

"Since you're already here, why not sit down, rest your feet, and have some tea?"

After saying that, Du Yuan glanced back at the shopkeeper who was boiling water and said:
"If you are hungry, we can't provide you with any delicacies, but we can certainly provide you with regular food."

"So, would you all like to take your seats?"

If you are unwilling to sit down so that I can emulate the Living Buddha Ji Gong, then you can't blame me for learning from Master Fahai.

Du Yuan's voice was as gentle as the breeze.

The wind dispelled the gloom in their hearts, and their minds suddenly became clear.

Completely unaware that he had just almost encountered the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon.

Although they still couldn't remember who they were, they exchanged a few glances.

They all patted their bellies, feeling less hungry and thirsty.

The aroma of the noodle soup immediately whets the appetite, causing another craving to rise in the stomach.

They cautiously approached, wanting to sit down, yet instinctively fearing the oil lamp placed in front of Du Yuan.

But they were immediately surprised to see that the monk had gently blew out the lamp.

He patted the bench next to him and said:
"Come, come, take a seat."

All of this made them realize that this monk was certainly extraordinary and most likely knew what they were.

"Master, do you know what we are?"

Du Yuan didn't answer directly, but instead personally distributed chopsticks to them, saying:
"What else could it be? Just a traveler who has been walking for too long and is feeling a little thirsty in the middle of the night."

"But, but who would travel at night?"

Du Yuan countered with a question:
"But aren't you all like that?"

The several eerie entities remained silent, stunned.

The master knows exactly what they are, but he still prefers to call them people!
The pale face gradually regained its vitality and was no longer terrifying.

This reminded the shopkeeper of the soldiers he had seen the previous night. Although they all seemed different from ordinary people, the eerie feeling that something was off about them was gone.

"Shopkeeper, please give them a bowl of vegetarian noodles."

The shopkeeper, finally regaining his composure, draped the towel over his shoulder and smiled warmly.
"okay!"

(End of this chapter)