Starting from Hong Kong in 1988!

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

Xu Guangkun has settled down here and gained some understanding of this world.

The history of this world is not much different from that of the present world, except that there are ghosts and cultivators.

That day, he rambled on and on, telling the old Taoist that he had suddenly fallen into the Ghost Market and then suddenly emerged. By chance, the old Taoist recognized him as a born Taoist cultivator with the talent to understand the netherworld.

So he became obsessed with him, determined to take him as his apprentice.

Xu Guangkun was initially unwilling, but the old Taoist priest's words about performing rituals for wealthy families and receiving tens of thousands of taels of gold in return intimidated him.

In addition, there are some changes in the data on the panel.

Over time, he became the old Taoist's apprentice.

However, he did not formally become a disciple. A formal discipleship requires three kowtows and nine prostrations, and to truly treat each other like father and son, family members know each other's affairs. Xu Guangkun could only stay here for 100 days, and did not want to deceive the old Taoist, so he only became a nominal disciple.

At this moment, the sun was shining brightly, and in the dilapidated Taoist temple, the old Taoist was leading Xu Guangkun in doing their daily homework.

They carefully wiped the ancestral tablets, lit three incense sticks, placed offerings of fruit and wine, and then recited the sect rules and the "Taishang Laojun Shuo Chang Qingjing Jing".

It took more than ten minutes to finish.

The old Taoist turned around, smeared the talisman on his eyes, glanced at Xu Guangkun a few times, and as always exclaimed in praise: "Ah Xu, you are truly a born cultivator."

The old Taoist's sect is called the Lingbao Sect. They cultivate the "Supreme Mysterious Lingbao Limitless Salvation Scripture". Lingbao, as the name suggests, is about refining treasures. However, this sect not only refines external objects, but also the body.

The old Taoist's eyesight wasn't good enough, so he had to resort to talismans.

Using the power of the talisman, the old Taoist priest discovered that Xu Guangkun's magical aura had become even stronger.

"It's all thanks to my master's teachings."

Xu Guangkun said this with complete sincerity.

The old Taoist was exceptionally kind to him, giving him the techniques upon entering the sect. However, since he wasn't from this world, Xu Guangkun was completely unfamiliar with the vocabulary that ordinary people in this world were familiar with.

The old Taoist priest chewed the food and fed it to him like a parent feeding a child, and it took him 20 days to get him started with the basics of the technique.

Xu Guangkun, relying on his innate supernatural power, cultivated the magical power that others took three years to achieve in just ten days.

All he had to do was practice his cultivation technique for one hour every day for the next 1000 days.

"It's truly an eye-opener from the ancestors! It's truly an eye-opener from the ancestors! I deserve to have found such a treasure like you."

Xu Guangkun became more and more satisfied with the old Taoist priest. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go have a big meal."

Xu Guangkun touched his pocket, his face contorted in distress.

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"Master, I really have no money left."

Xu Guangkun put down his chopsticks.

The old Taoist priest wasn't in a hurry. He slowly poured the last bit of wine into his cup, first taking a sniff, then, with a look of rapture, he drank it. Finally, as if reminiscing, he smacked his lips: "Let's go, let's make some money. You've achieved some success in your cultivation now. Today, you can choose for yourself, otherwise you always say I'm a coward..."

Xu Guangkun raised an eyebrow: "You said it, so don't go back on your word."

The old Taoist snorted coldly: "A gentleman's word is as good as his bond."

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The two headed towards the police station. They were regulars there, and the officers on duty greeted them before heading towards the chief's office.

In no time at all, two sheets of white paper were taken out.

One of them is about a wealthy family in the north of the city that was haunted, resulting in seven deaths and injuries, and the loss of 3000 silver dollars.

One of them depicts dockworkers who died unjustly and need to be prayed for in order to be reborn in the afterlife; it costs 5 silver dollars.

Without hesitation, the police officer handed the five bills to the old Taoist priest: "Taoist priest, here you go."

Xu Guangkun took the card on behalf of the old Taoist priest and then reached for another one.

The old Taoist's eyes lingered on the paper for a moment, then he pressed Xu Guangkun's hand and coughed lightly, "Xu, why don't you think about it again?"

Xu Guangkun ignored him and still wanted to take it.

The old Taoist priest couldn't sit still any longer. He grabbed the man's hand and pulled him aside. After looking around and seeing no one, he whispered, "Having eaten seven people, he deserves to be called a vengeful ghost."

"Didn't you tell me to choose for myself?" Xu Guangkun said helplessly.

The master is truly skilled, but to put it bluntly, calling him a coward wouldn't be an exaggeration.

He only accepts small bounties; he won't even touch anything over 100 silver dollars unless someone is in charge. In addition, due to various other reasons, he is penniless.

Xu Guangkun paid for all the food, drink and other necessities during this period.

"I told you to choose, but I meant to choose within 100 silver dollars. Do you think we can touch the 1000 taels?" The old Taoist's lips kept moving. "What if something goes wrong?"

"Master," Xu Guangkun said helplessly, reaching into his pocket, "I really have no money left. If I don't work, I'll be eating dirt."

"Five silver dollars isn't a small amount." The old Taoist priest gritted his teeth and pulled out two more from his clothes. "I have two more here. Seven dollars should be enough for us to live on for several days."

Xu Guangkun shook his head. There were only 69 days left. If he didn't hurry up and make money, where was he going to get 200 jin of gold? Was he going to rob someone again?

"Didn't you say that a gentleman's word is as good as his bond?"

"Then I would also say that a wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall."

The old Taoist priest rolled his eyes at him. "Anyway, pretend I didn't say anything. You're not allowed to go."

Xu Guangkun sighed and didn't insist any further.

....

"Master, have you finished your conversation?"

The police officers knew the old Taoist priest quite well and knew what they were doing there.

The old Taoist priest was a little embarrassed, but he wasn't impulsive, so he gave an awkward smile and said, "Just five of these."

....

The process of the deliverance went smoothly, and it was inconvenient to say more. However, looking at the orphan and widow, the old Taoist priest returned the five silver dollars he had just received, and even gave away the two he had on him.

The master and apprentice squatted on the roadside, sighing for a while. The old Taoist spoke first, "I say, what are you up to all day? You have to leave your name wherever you go and have people put longevity tablets on you. If those things really worked, would your master have aged this much?"

Xu Guangkun didn't speak, but looked at the panel.

Mission: Make a name for yourself in the mountain city. Progress: 40%

The day after saving that lamb, Xu Guangkun discovered that his fame had reached 3%.

He was a little confused at first, but after thinking for a while, he remembered that he had left his name with that family yesterday.

Upon closer inspection, a longevity stele had indeed been erected.

The matter of fame is related to faith. After thinking about it for a while, he realized that fame is not just about everyone knowing his name.

There are also similar terms used in foreign countries, such as general believers, believers, devout believers, and fanatics.

This is why Jiang Lanxin's name only circulated in Kowloon Walled City; she still accomplished her mission.

Xu Guangkun closed the panel without explaining his actions, and simply said, "Tell me, what do we do now? We don't have a single penny left. Should we beg or go begging for alms?"

"Begging for alms my ass! Are you a Taoist priest or a Buddhist monk?"

Then, the old Taoist priest thought about begging seriously, and finally shook his head: "I can afford to lose face, but I can't afford to lose face for my ancestor."

"Then what should we do? Go and rob some from wealthy families?" Xu Guangkun asked.

The old Taoist priest's expression shifted for a moment, then he sighed deeply: "Let's go, go and ask your martial uncle for help."

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