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

The red string around the little devil's neck was still tightening.

Li Mu reacted swiftly, drawing a peach wood sword from his bag, aiming the tip at the red rope, and chanting, "Supreme Emperor's decree, sever!"

A golden light shone from the peach wood sword, and as the blade sliced ​​through the red rope, the seemingly ordinary rope snapped instantly.

The deep marks left on the little devil's neck slowly faded. It curled up on the ground, trembling all over, and two lines of black liquid flowed from its dark eyes.

It looks like tears.

Li Mu felt a pang of sadness as he looked at the two lines of black tears.

He tucked the peach wood sword back into his waistband, took out a piece of yellow paper from his bag, folded it into a paper packet, and then opened his palm towards the little devil.

"Come in. I'll take you away."

The little devil looked up at his palm and hesitated for a moment.

Then it turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the paper package.

Li Mu folded the paper package, attached a spirit-sealing talisman, and carefully placed it into the innermost compartment of his backpack.

Chen Guodong huddled in the corner of the sofa, trembling all over, his face as pale as paper, his mouth opening and closing but unable to utter a sound.

Li Mu walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's alright. I've already taken that thing."

Chen Guodong's lips trembled for a while before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "It...it won't escape again, will it?"

"No! I'll take it where it's supposed to be, don't worry."

Chen Guodong seemed to have all his strength drained away, and he collapsed onto the sofa, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

Li Mu didn't disturb him. He took out a house-protecting talisman from his bag and stuck it on the ceiling in the center of the living room.

"Don't tear this talisman; it will protect your home and ensure peace. In the future, when you burn paper money for your ancestors during festivals, remember to burn an extra one and share it with those wandering ghosts to accumulate good karma."

Chen Guodong nodded repeatedly, wiped away his tears, took out a thick envelope from the coffee table drawer, and handed it to Li Mu with both hands.

"Master Li, this is...this is payment. It happened so suddenly, I wasn't prepared!"

Li Mu took the envelope, weighed it in his hand, and stuffed it directly into his bag.

He hadn't come here specifically to help Chen Guodong solve his problem, nor did he intend to charge him. But since the other party was willing to give him money, he naturally wouldn't refuse!

"Mr. Chen, I have a few more questions for you."

"Please speak, please speak."

"When your daughter bought that jar, did anything unusual happen? For example, did the person selling the jar say anything strange?"

Chen Guodong thought for a moment and shook his head: "I asked her, and she said it was just an ordinary street stall. An old man was sitting there, and she went over to take a look. The old man recommended this jar. She thought it looked nice, so she bought it without saying anything more."

"What does that old man look like?"

"I don't know, and I didn't ask about that!"

"There's one more thing," Li Mu paused, "Have you encountered anyone recently who offered to help you with your family matters? Like door-to-door salespeople, or people introduced by friends, saying they can perform rituals or exorcise evil spirits for you?"

Chen Guodong thought about it carefully for a moment and then shook his head.

"No. I find people myself. I've tried everything—searching online, recommendations from friends—but nothing works."

Li Mu had a hunch. It was somewhat different from his initial assessment; it wasn't extortion.

"Is there a Lao Jun Temple nearby?" Li Mu then asked.

The few words that the brat had uttered earlier made him immediately think of this place, and Lin couldn't think of anything else!

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"There is a Laozi Temple on the mountain to the east. It's been there for a long time, but not many people go there now. I went there a few times when I was young, but I haven't gone since," Chen Guodong said after a moment's thought.

"Where is that Laozi Temple located?" Li Mu asked again.

"Go east from Dongcheng District, about seven or eight kilometers away, there is a small mountain, and the temple is on the top of the mountain. The road is not easy to travel, and cars cannot drive up it; you have to walk a mountain road."

Li Mu noted down the address and then took his leave.

It was almost three o'clock when I left Chen Guodong's house.

Li Mu didn't go home; instead, he hailed a taxi and drove east.

Since things have already dragged on this long, a little more time won't make a difference. We might as well solve the problem first.

The taxi driver was a man in his forties. When he heard that we were going to Dongshan, he looked hesitant.

"That place is really remote, what are you doing there in the middle of the night?"

"Something came up." Li Mu leaned back in his seat, eyes closed. "I'll give you extra money when we get there."

Upon hearing that the extra charge would apply, the driver decisively stopped asking questions, stepped on the gas, and drove the car into the night.

About forty minutes later, the car stopped by a desolate roadside.

"There's no road ahead, we have to walk." The driver pointed to a small mountain that was faintly visible in the darkness in the distance. "That's Dongshan, and Laojun Temple is on the top of the mountain."

Li Mu paid the fare and added 200 yuan for the return trip, asking the driver to wait for him there for two hours.

Upon hearing that it would cost two hundred yuan, the driver naturally didn't say anything more and readily agreed, then simply reclined and fell asleep.

The mountain path was narrow, with waist-high weeds on both sides. When the flashlight shone through, you could see traces of small animals running through the grass.

After walking for about thirty minutes, a dilapidated temple came into view.

The temple is small. Upon entering the courtyard, the mountain gate is half collapsed. A crooked plaque hangs on the lintel, the characters on it almost illegible due to the erosion of wind and rain.

But Li Mu still vaguely recognized two characters: Lao Jun.

Without a doubt, this is the place he's looking for!

The temple door was ajar. Li Mu pushed it open, and the hinges made a jarring creak that sounded particularly loud in the quiet night.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and a large hole had collapsed in the roof of the main hall. Moonlight shone through the hole, casting shadows inside the hall.

Li Mu entered the main hall, the beam of his flashlight sweeping around him.

The hall was empty; there were no statues in the shrine, the offering table was covered in a thick layer of dust, and the corners were covered with cobwebs.

It looks like an ordinary, long-abandoned temple.

But Li Mu sensed something was wrong.

It's too clean.

It's not visual cleanliness, but cleanliness in terms of atmosphere.

A deserted temple, abandoned for who knows how many years, should be gloomy and filled with an aura of decay. But the atmosphere here is unusually...calm. As if it had been deliberately cleaned.

Li Mu walked around the hall, and the beam of his flashlight suddenly shone on something under the offering table.

It is a jar.

It was about the size of a palm, dark in color, with red rope wrapped around its body and yellow paper talismans pasted on it.

It's exactly the same as the one in Liu Jian's family.

Li Mu squatted down and reached for the jar. The moment his fingers touched the jar, a bone-chilling coldness spread from his fingertips throughout his body.

There's something in there.

And there's more than one.

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