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

Li Mu picked up the jar, placed it on the offering table, and examined it carefully.

The yellow paper talisman on the altar was a soul-binding talisman, exactly the same as the one he had seen at Liu Jian's house before.

The red string is tied in the same way, using the "soul-locking knot," a knot specifically used to trap the souls of the dead in a container.

A sound came from the jar. It was a very low sound, like someone was crying, or like someone was whispering something.

More than one. Many voices overlapped, densely packed, like dozens of children talking at the same time.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Li Mu's back.

This jar contains dozens of little devils.

He quickly put the jar back on the offering table and took two steps back.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

The current situation has exceeded his previous assessment.

The street stalls in Qingxi Ancient Town, the jars that were sold, the little ghost in Chen Guodong's house, the little ghost in Liu Jianguo's house, and the jars in Laojun Temple that once again imprisoned dozens of little ghosts...

The purpose of these people behind this is probably not as simple as extorting a few rich people!

At that moment, the atmosphere around them changed.

The feeling of "cleanliness" disappeared, replaced by an intense, suffocating chill.

The temperature inside the hall suddenly dropped, and Li Mu's breath turned into white mist.

Something was moving in the darkness behind the shrine.

Li Mu reached into his bag, found a Thunderfire Talisman, and held it in his palm.

A figure slowly emerged from behind the shrine.

not human.

It was a dark shadow over two meters tall, completely black, with no visible facial features, except for a dark red light shining from where its eyes were.

With each step it took, the ground would tremble slightly, as if something heavy was hitting the ground.

The dark figure walked to the offering table, lowered its head, and stared at Li Mu with its two dark red eyes.

"You shouldn't have come here," the shadowy figure said, his voice low and deep, like thunder.

Li Mu neither retreated nor spoke. He was simply calculating the distance, angle, and the best time to strike in his mind.

"That jar belongs to me." The dark figure reached out with his black hand to take the jar from the altar.

Li Mu made a move.

He slapped the Thunderfire Talisman in his hand onto the shadowy figure's chest while chanting the Five Thunder Incantation.

"boom--!"

The Thunderfire Talisman exploded, and the blinding lightning illuminated the entire hall as bright as day.

The shadowy figure was blasted back several steps, a large, charred hole appearing in its chest. Dark red liquid flowed from the hole, dripping onto the ground with a hissing, corrosive sound.

But the shadowy figure did not fall. It let out a low growl, and the black hole in its chest began to heal at a visible speed.

Li Mu gave it no chance to breathe, drawing a peach wood sword from his waist with his left hand and forming a hand seal with his right, the sword tip pointing at the dark figure.

"By imperial decree, vanquish demons and bind evil! So be it!"

A golden light shone from the peach wood sword as the blade slashed down at the shadowy figure.

The shadowy figure raised its arm to block, but the peach wood sword sliced ​​through its arm as easily as cutting tofu, severing its entire arm.

The black arm fell to the ground, turning into a puddle of black water that emitted a nauseating stench.

The dark figure let out an angry roar, and with a sudden swing of its remaining arm, a black wave of energy rushed towards Li Mu.

Li Mu had no time to dodge, so he could only hold the peach wood sword horizontally in front of him and take the hit head-on.

The black shockwave struck the peach wood sword, sending Li Mu flying. His back slammed against the wall, and a metallic taste filled his mouth.

He didn't let go, gripping the peach wood sword tightly as he got up from the ground.

The shadowy figure had already picked up the jar and was walking towards the back of the hall.

"Trying to run?" Li Mu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pulled out another Thunderfire Talisman from his bag, bit his tongue, and spat a mouthful of blood onto the talisman.

The blood from the tip of the tongue, mixed with the thunder and fire talisman, was more than twice as powerful as usual.

He slapped the talisman at the back of the dark figure.

"boom--!"

This explosion was much more violent than the previous one, shaking the entire hall and causing roof tiles to fall off with a loud crash.

The dark figure was blasted to the ground, a huge hole blown open in its back, with dark red liquid flowing all over the ground.

It struggled to get up, but its body had begun to become unstable, and black mist kept escaping from its edges.

Li Mu walked over, stepped on the back of the dark figure, and pressed his peach wood sword against the back of its neck.

"Speak. Who let you here? Who created these brats?"

The shadowy figure did not answer, but instead let out a low laugh.

The laughter was chilling.

"You can't kill me," the shadowy figure said. "I'm just a gatekeeper. You touched the jars here, and the people upstairs already know. They'll come after you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadowy figure's body suddenly exploded, turning into countless black fragments that dissipated into the air.

The jar on the offering table lost its support, fell to the ground, and shattered into several pieces.

The moment the jar shattered, dozens of black wisps of smoke surged out from the fragments, darting around the hall and emitting sharp cries.

Li Mu's expression changed, and he quickly took out the paper packet from his bag, opened the spirit-sealing talisman, and pointed the paper packet at the swirling black smoke.

"receive!"

In an instant, the paper package repeatedly unleashed a powerful suction force, sucking in all the swirling black mist!

The paper package swelled up, like an inflated balloon.

Li Mu quickly folded the paper package, affixed a spirit-sealing talisman, and added two more soul-suppressing talismans before he could barely suppress what was inside.

The paper package was slightly warm in his palm, as if it were struggling.

Li Mu took a deep breath, carefully put the paper package back into his bag, and then plopped down on the ground.

Every part of my body aches.

His mouth tasted of blood, his back ached from the impact, and his right hand had a gash in the web between his thumb and forefinger, with blood dripping down his fingers.

He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and breathed for a while before slowly recovering.

The Lao Jun Temple was now completely silent. The chilling atmosphere inside had dissipated, and moonlight shone through the broken roof, illuminating the scattered broken tiles and black liquid on the floor.

Li Mu stood up, walked to the offering table, bent down and picked up a fragment of a jar.

The inner wall of the fragment was covered with dense runes, just like the runes he had seen on the wall of Qingxi Ancient Town before.

He took a few photos with his phone, and this time the phone worked normally.

Put the fragments into a plastic bag and store them safely.

He then searched the hall again and found a hidden door behind the shrine.

Behind the hidden door was a downward stone staircase, pitch black and bottomless.

Li Mu hesitated for a moment, then did not go down.

He's in terrible shape right now, and he's still injured. Who knows what's down there? Going down recklessly would be suicide.

He memorized the location of the hidden door, marked it with a stone, and then left the Lao Jun Temple.

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