People worship their ancestors: I'm just burning some paper money, how did I become a Taoist ma

Li Mu rested at home for nearly two days before he finally recovered.

The experience of that night is still vivid in my mind.

The hazy mist, the figure wandering in the mist, the sudden appearance of black fog, and those wailing, lonely ghosts...

Every scene was clearly imprinted in his mind, and he couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.

Li Mu took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He began to re-examine the world.

He used to think that this world was just different from his previous life, except that it had the addition of the "underworld" and "ancestral spirits".

But he doesn't think that way anymore.

There are wandering souls, there is the underworld, and Taoist magic can work... What does that mean?

This shows that the world is far more complex than he thought.

Could the underworld, the Ten Kings of Hell, and the Ox-Head and Horse-Face mentioned in those folk tales from my past life also be true?

Are all the magical arts recorded in those Taoist classics usable in this world?

Li Mu didn't know, but he decided to give it a try.

……

The next morning, Li Mu felt that he had almost fully recovered.

He learned a lot when he was a Taoist priest in his previous life.

Drawing talismans, chanting scriptures, consulting feng shui, and choosing auspicious days are all basic skills. But what he's most skilled at are a few minor magical arts.

Palm Thunder is one of them.

The so-called "palm thunder" is actually a method that uses hand gestures and incantations to draw out the body's yang energy and create a powerful impact in the palm.

The idea of ​​a past life is, frankly, just a hoax.

His master taught him hand gestures and incantations, which he practiced countless times, but it was all just superficial.

But in this world, things might be different.

Li Mu stood in the middle of the living room, took a deep breath, raised his right hand, slightly curled his fingers, and made the hand seal for "Palm Thunder." His left hand then formed a sword seal, drawing a thunder talisman on his right palm.

Then, Li Mu quickly and softly recited the incantation.

"The heavens rush forth with the thunderbolt in my hand, the Thunder God swiftly follows, the five thunderbolts are always in my palm, with a single strike of the hand, auspicious thunderbolts abound... I obey the command of the Supreme Lord Laozi, may it be done swiftly as the law dictates."

The moment the incantation was finished, Li Mu suddenly pushed his right hand out towards the wall in front of him.

"Crackling sound—"

A loud explosion.

A flash of lightning blasted a section of the wall plaster away, scattering white dust and revealing a patch of charred concrete beneath.

Li Mu was completely stunned.

There was still a warm feeling in his right palm, as if he had just held a hot water bottle.

Li Mu stared at the wall, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

"Fuck..."

He was truly stunned.

The Palm Thunder was actually released?

The palm strike technique, which he had practiced countless times in his previous life but only practiced as a simple movement, actually unleashed real power in this world.

Li Mu looked down at his right hand, examining it repeatedly, finding it intact and without any abnormalities.

He looked up at the wall again.

The charred concrete, the blasted walls—everything felt so real.

"Is this a dream?" Li Mu muttered to himself, reaching out to pinch his thigh.

pain.

It's not a dream.

This is the power that a palm strike should have!

……

Just as Li Mu was shocked that he had actually unleashed a palm strike, a series of urgent knocks on the door pulled him back from his daze.

"Bang bang bang—"

"Who is it?" Li Mu asked instinctively.

"Property management! Open the door!"

Li Mu's heart skipped a beat.

He glanced at the wall, then at his right hand, his mind racing.

Oh no, that noise was too loud and alerted the neighbors or the property management.

He quickly went over and opened the door.

Two men in security guard uniforms stood outside the door, one in his forties and the other in his early thirties, both looking wary.

"Hello, we're from the property management of this residential complex." The older security guard peeked into the house. "We just heard an explosion over here. What happened?"

"It's nothing, nothing," Li Mu quickly waved his hand, forcing a smile. "It's just an electrical short circuit!"

"An electrical short circuit? Is that alright? Don't let it cause a fire!" the security guard hurriedly reminded him.

"It's already been pulled out, it's fine, we'll just throw it away later!" Li Mu said.

"That's good. Be more careful next time, don't scare the neighbors," the older security guard said, then left with the younger one.

They can't really go into the homeowner's house, and besides, they're just security guards. For this kind of thing, they just need to figure out the situation and don't need to worry about it too much!

……

Li Mu closed the door, let out a long breath, leaned against the door, and his heart was pounding.

so close!

He walked to the wall, looked at the charred hole, and frowned.

We need to get things moving quickly, and the wall still needs repairing, otherwise Li Xiaoran will definitely ask about it when she comes back.

And... I can't try these things at home anymore, it's too dangerous.

Afterwards, Li Mu sat on the sofa, staring at his right hand, his mind churning over a question.

If the Palm Lightning can be used, what about the others?

What about the Five Thunder Orthodox Method? What about talismans and incantations? Or even... something more profound?

It seems I need to find a secluded place to test all the Taoist techniques I learned in my previous life, so that I'll have a better understanding of what to do if I encounter any problems in the future!

……

at the same time.

The underworld, the Heavenly Sea City God's Office.

The City God sat upright in the main hall, with a thick book in front of him, which he was flipping through casually.

He looked to be in his fifties, with a square face, a short beard, an official hat, and a blue official robe. He exuded an aura of authority without being angry.

"Report—"

A little ghost messenger dressed in black ran in from outside and knelt on one knee.

"What is it?" The City God asked without looking up.

"Your Majesty, I have discovered a strange matter and have come to report it."

The City God then raised his head and glanced at the little ghost messenger.

"What's wrong?"

"In the past few days, several souls in the underworld have suddenly received a large amount of gold and silver, an unprecedented amount, which has caused a great uproar among those souls." The little ghost swallowed, his tone filled with shock!

The City God paused for a moment, then put down the pen, leaned back in his chair, and a playful expression appeared on his face.

"Oh? That's quite a rare thing. These souls in the underworld are stuck here, with no chance of reincarnation. For so many years, they've been starving to death. Those people in the underworld, though they're burning with fever, don't they realize they don't have many coins left to send down here!"

"That's right," the little ghost messenger echoed. "That's why I find it strange. How come these wandering souls can suddenly receive so many things? And as far as I know, when these things were delivered, they were all transported by cart. The quantity was beyond imagination, and they were all completely undamaged, not a single one missing. They didn't even dare to intercept any wandering ghosts on the road."

The City God frowned slightly.

Not a single bit damaged, nothing missing?

This is quite rare in the underworld.

Things burned in the mortal realm (the living) generally cannot enter the underworld. There are no proper procedures or processes, and with the added interference of wandering ghosts, it would be a miracle if the souls of the dead in the mortal realm could even receive them!

"Have you investigated? How did the descendants of these deceased souls manage to do this?" the City God asked.

"We're investigating; we should have results soon!" the little ghost messenger added.

The City God remained silent for a moment, then stood up and walked a few steps in the hall with his hands behind his back.

"Interesting. It's rare to find someone in the mortal realm who knows how to accurately deliver sacrificial offerings to the underworld. Continue your investigation and find out more about that person."

"Yes, sir!" The little ghost messenger accepted the order and left.

"Those people in the mortal realm have been burning paper money for hundreds of years, but very few of it actually reaches the hands of the deceased, and even then, it depends on luck. Now, suddenly this person appears, who knows whether it's a blessing or a curse..." The City God stood in the center of the hall, muttering to himself!