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Chapter 90 I Want to Possess Your Body [Donated by Dao Realm Kun Alliance Leader]

"Never mind—just make me a bowl of seaweed soup instead."

Cui Shi'an pressed his temples, giving up on explaining: "Remember not to add salt."

"Ah—yes." Jie Duoling was clearly not expected to get this answer, and went to the small kitchen in the back room with a belly full of questions and shock.

It's estimated that this was the first time in her shamanic career that she had ever heard of a "killing general who only drinks seaweed soup for blood offerings".

After a while, the girl returned with a clean white porcelain bowl filled with light seaweed soup.

Cui Shi'an took it and drank it in a few gulps. The warm and light soup finally washed away the eerie feeling of facing live chickens and pigs.

Jie Duoling took back the empty bowl, but instead of washing it, he placed it next to the dry incense burner, took out a small pinch of fine incense ash, and sprinkled it evenly on the bottom of the bowl.

Next, she lit three sticks of fine incense, but instead of inserting them into the incense burner, she carefully tilted the bowl so that the burning tips of the incense would gently touch the ash in the bowl.

The incense stick did not go out; instead, it stood firmly in the ash.

The wisps of smoke no longer dispersed, but were gathered by the bowl's sides, forming a straight column of smoke that rose slowly, swirling around the painting in front of them, as if possessing a spirit and refusing to leave.

Then she took three steps back, put her hands together, closed her eyes, and focused her mind.

A moment later, an ancient, deep, and rhythmic chant flowed from the girl's lips.

That was not modern Korean, but a prayer that mixed ancient language with shamanic incantations.

At the same time, she began to move her feet, taking three steps forward and one step back with a rigorous and complicated footwork, turning left and right, each step landing in a specific position, the sleeves of her hanbok fluttering gently as she turned.

There were no accompaniment of divine drums or bells, but the air in the entire shrine seemed to be drawn by her chanting and dance, spreading a solemn, spiritual, and dignified atmosphere.

Cui Shijing sat quietly to the side, savoring the wonderful atmosphere.

He could clearly feel a subtle, almost imperceptible connection between himself and the hanging "Eight Paths to Heaven" painting.

It was as if an invisible thread, through the wisps of incense and the girl's devout prayers, subtly connected his consciousness with the mountain-climbing figure in the painting.

As the chanting came to an end, the dance steps gradually slowed down and became more solemn.

Then the girl stopped and faced the painting again, seemingly hesitating about something.

Suddenly, she took a stack of wishing slips from the drawer and threw them into the brazier in front of the shrine!

The next second, ripples seemed to spread across the surface of the painting.

The ink-colored figure in the painting, which was originally standing still at the foot of the mountain with a very faint silhouette, moved.

The figure lifted one foot and stepped steadily into the realm of "Beauty in the Mirror," which represents the "spirit of Gyeonggi Province."

But he did not stop. He continued upwards, along the winding mountain path, through the clear clouds, and walked straight to the "Clear Breeze and Bright Moon," which symbolizes the "loyal and upright character of the Daoist school."

Then step in with one foot and stand still!

Splash—

Suddenly, a gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, swept through the shrine, causing the windowpanes and ritual implements to rattle loudly.

Jie Duoling was startled and hurriedly went to steady the overturned ritual implements.

Although Cui Shi'an was in the eye of the storm, he felt no discomfort. On the contrary, he felt a faint, ethereal aura flowing into his limbs and bones!

That feeling of complete comfort was far better than the coffin lid in Hora's office!

Is this the scent of incense?

In an instant, Cui Shi'an felt his whole body filled with power!

It even gives him the confidence that he won't lose even when facing the messengers of hell!

Finally, the wind stopped, and Jie Duoling wiped the sweat from her brow, explaining to Cui Shi'an who was looking at her, "What I just burned was the incense that my grandmother had saved up, as well as some of my daughter's incense from over the years. I offer it all to you, sir, hoping that you will continue to assist my daughter in the future—"

It turned out to be the case.

Cui Shi'an suddenly realized why they were all unwilling to be reincarnated after death; they were all thinking about offering incense in the human world, which was even more pleasurable than reaching the peak of masturbation.

"Don't worry! Leave everything related to exorcism to me!"

He couldn't wait to have Jie Duoling catch two evil spirits to practice on.

Upon hearing his idea, the girl lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly: "I haven't had any clients who need exorcisms lately."

"Don't you have a union? Find out if they have any difficult or troublesome cases they can't handle, and have them subcontract them to you. As long as it's north of the Han River, you can take it all!"

Seeing his impatient manner, the girl couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, "Sir, you're too hasty. These things depend on fate."

However, she nodded and said, "I will be careful, please rest assured, sir."

"Okay, then invite the gods now and see if I can possess you."

The girl was startled, and her face flushed red: "I haven't bathed or cleansed myself yet—"

Cui Shi'an waved his hand: "Kenchana, it's just to see if it can work."

She remained unmoved.

"What's wrong?"

Jie Duoling explained in a low voice, barely audible: "The formal invocation of the gods requires setting up an altar, having an assistant strike the sacred drum, chanting the complete set of incantations, and choosing an auspicious time—"

Cui Shi'an frowned upon hearing this: "Don't worry about the auspicious time, I'm ready at any time."

The girl's ears turned bright red: "Please ask an assistant—you'll need to pay them, and the sacred silk for setting up the altar and the special offerings also need to be purchased—I—I'm a little short on cash, how about next month—after the guests settle their overdue divination fees—"

Just then, a slightly jarring old-fashioned cell phone rang from the inner pocket of her hanbok.

Jie Duoling stiffened slightly and quickly glanced at Cui Shi'an, seemingly afraid to answer the call in front of him.

"Do as you please, don't worry about me," Cui Shi'an gestured for her to do as she pleased.

The girl felt as if she had been granted a pardon and hurriedly took out her phone.

But when she saw the caller ID, her face turned pale instantly. Forgetting all etiquette, she hurriedly bowed to Cui Shi'an and quickly hid in the back kitchen, gently closing the door behind her.

Normally, Cui Shi'an would never deliberately listen to other people's private matters.

But at this moment, having just received a blessing from incense, his hearing and vision were far sharper than usual, and he could still faintly hear the hushed conversation from the kitchen, filled with anxiety and pleading.

"—Yes, yes—I'm so sorry.—I know it's been two months late—please give me a few more days, just a few more days! This month—there will definitely be a customer who comes to settle the payment—yes, yes—I absolutely won't delay any longer—I'm truly very sorry—"

The sounds came out intermittently, mixed with the landlord's impatient urging and the girl's repeated apologies.

Cui Shi'an suddenly realized.

That's right. Her shrine didn't even have a proper "main god" to worship before, so naturally it was deserted and business was dismal.

Judging from the semi-basement environment and her simple clothes, her economic situation was obviously very tight.

Having assistants and setting up instruments were indeed a heavy burden for her.

After a while, the kitchen door was gently pulled open.

The girl came out, her eyes a little red, but she tried her best to act as if nothing was wrong.

Cui Shi'an didn't say anything, but simply took out a check and handed it to the girl.

Jie Duoling was stunned, staring blankly at the check, then looked up at Cui Shi'an, unable to react for a moment.

"Take it, just in case," Cui Shi'an said casually.

"No, no!" Jie Duoling suddenly snapped out of her daze, taking a step back as if burned, waving her hands frantically. "How can I accept this! My lord, you have already allowed me to serve you, which is an immense favor. How can I take your money again—"

"Here you go." Cui Shi'an handed the check forward again, glanced at the shrine, and smiled, "This place is practically my base now, isn't it? You can't expect a general like me to end up on the streets with you, can you?"

"But—" Jie Duoling's eyes reddened even more, and her voice choked with sobs.

"No buts." Cui Shi'an simply pulled her hand over, stuffed the check into her palm, and closed her fingers. "Use it first. I'm looking forward to getting a share of the profits when your business is doing well."

Jie Duoling looked down at the check that had been stuffed into her hand, then looked up at Cui Shi'an's calm yet unyielding face. Finally, she couldn't hold back her tears, which rolled down her cheeks in large drops.

She abruptly took two steps back, ignoring the dust on the ground, and was about to perform the most solemn salute.

"Thank you so much, sir! I will serve you with all my heart and will never let you down."

"Alright, alright." Cui Shi'an was a little unaccustomed to this scene, and quipped self-deprecatingly, "Have you ever heard of a deity being worshipped giving money to the shaman who worships them? Haha~"

The girl lowered her head shyly—

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