Hermit in the Mountains

Gu Changsheng stopped two meters away from the "female ghost in red" and began to communicate with her using his divine sense.

Through their conversation, Gu Changsheng learned the identity of the "female ghost in red" and that she had killed herself by banging her head against a table corner to protect her innocence.

The "Red-Clad Ghost" is named Wang Bing'er. She is 21 years old and has just graduated from university. After her parents died unexpectedly when she was 18, she had no relatives left in the world.

When Zhang Tianhu and his companion arrived, he saw Gu Changsheng facing the corner of the room. He looked at Wang Jiuyang and asked, "Master Wang, what just happened?"

"Director Zhang, Fellow Daoist Gu is communicating with the vengeful spirit." Wang Jiuyang did not mention that his spellcasting had been unknowingly interrupted by Gu Changsheng.

Just as Zhang Tianhu and Zhang Yuanfu burst into the room, the "female ghost in red" huddled in the corner seemed to be frightened. The intense resentment attacked her spirit, which was protected by luck and good karma, and tried to completely assimilate her into a "vengeful ghost".

It shook its head from side to side, opened its bloody mouth, and roared at Gu Changsheng.

Seeing this, Gu Changsheng gently pointed his right hand at the "red-clothed female ghost" and shouted loudly.

"Quiet!!!"

The intense resentment emanating from the "female ghost in red" seemed to be stunned, and her狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face returned to normal.

A terrifying pressure flashed by, and everyone in the room felt as if they had been hit on the head.

"Uh..." The 20-year-old youth, feeling weak and unsteady, fainted from fright.

"Son, son, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" The middle-aged woman, dressed in high-end custom-made clothes, shouted in a panic.

The middle-aged woman, befitting her status as a wealthy lady, did not lose her temper and order Wang Jiuyang to save her son. "Master Wang, please take a look at my son and see what's wrong with him."

Wang Jiuyang shifted his gaze from Gu Changsheng, bent down, and reached out his right hand to check the young man's pulse. "He's fine, he just fainted because he was too weak."

Gu Changsheng didn't turn around. He gave Wang Bing'er's name and ID number, "Director Zhang, please check her information. Her body should have been cremated."

"Also, that guy, what's his name, Yang something, that spineless coward who wet his pants and passed out, you should investigate his criminal record thoroughly, he has quite a few things on his record."

"You'd better take them all into custody and interrogate them."

His tone suddenly turned serious. "I want to know what sanctions they will face in half an hour."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jiuyang knew that this matter was very complicated. "Mr. Yang, this humble Taoist is powerless to help you with this matter. I shall take my leave now."

"Director Zhang, with Fellow Daoist Gu here, there shouldn't be anything else for me. I'll take my leave now."

"Fellow Daoist Gu, there are still some matters to attend to on the mountain. Chongyang Palace welcomes you as a guest."

After saying that, he walked quickly out of the room under the surprised gazes of everyone, went down to the living room on the first floor, called two disciples, and braved the heavy rain to return to Chongyang Palace overnight.

Wang Jiuyang had thought his cultivation was far ahead of others, but after meeting Gu Changsheng today, he realized that there are always people more skilled than him, and there is always something beyond his reach. He decided to return to the mountain to continue his cultivation.

As Zhang Tianhu watched Wang Jiuyang's figure disappear, he raised his right hand and rhythmically tapped the miniature communication device in his ear.

A short while later, several burly men appeared at the door of the room and, at Zhang Tianhu's signal, led the Yang family father and his two sons out of the room.

Zhang Tianhu looked at Gu Changsheng, hesitating to speak, "Master Gu, I'll first investigate the information about Wang Bing'er that you mentioned, and also initiate an investigation into the Yang family."

After Zhang Tianhu left the room, Gu Changsheng turned around and instructed, "Yuanfu, I'm going back to the mountain first. Send me the verdict against the Yang family in half an hour."

He raised his hand and waved, "Go ahead."

"Yes, Peak Master." Zhang Yuanfu glanced at the empty corner of the room out of the corner of his eye. He knew that there was a legendary 'vengeful ghost' there, but unfortunately his cultivation was not high enough to see it. He clasped his hands in response and left the room.

Inside the room, only a human and a ghost remained, staring at each other. Outside, the heavy rain pounded against the glass window, and occasionally thunder rumbled.

When Gu Changsheng saw that the "Red-Clothed Female Ghost" Wang Bing'er retained her memories, possessed a wisp of ghostly luck, and nine strands of earthly virtue, he had the idea of ​​taking her as his disciple.

Wang Bing'er's luck is extraordinary; she actually received the blessing of ghostly fortune. Not everyone who becomes a ghost can receive the blessing of ghostly fortune.

On Changsheng Peak, only he and the Earth Spirit Ginseng received the corresponding laws and the blessing of the Great Dao.

The rhubarb, the green ox, and the several spiritual trees that had transformed into spiritual plants did not receive the blessing of the Great Laws and Luck.

Several ideas popped into his mind: Wang Bing'er's current state is very special, and she has several cultivation paths to choose from.

Incense offerings and the path of gods, the path of the underworld and ghosts...

Wang Bing'er has no worldly ties or family obligations. As long as she severs her karmic ties with the Yang family, she is definitely a promising candidate for cultivation.

Women are inherently Yin, and the Yin energy is even more concentrated in the soul of the dead, so the success rate of attempting to condense the 'Taiyin Yin Seed' is very high.

The path of the Sun has a great red figure, and now the path of the Moon also has a candidate, so the Sun and Moon have suddenly come together.

Gu Changsheng felt that he was really lucky, a perfect example of a chosen one.

He looked at Wang Bing'er, who was huddled in the corner, and said, "The Yang family will receive the punishment they deserve. You are too weak now; forcibly committing murder will only deplete your good karma, and it will not be worth it."

"Reincarnation has not yet occurred in this world, so you cannot be reincarnated. You can only be a wandering ghost, and you might be destroyed by humans or other ghosts one day."

"Come back to the mountain with me and become my disciple. When you achieve success in your cultivation, the Yang family will still exist. You can then descend the mountain to settle this karmic debt of life and death."

"I...I'll listen to you," Wang Bing'er stammered in response.

She could sense Gu Changsheng's goodwill; he must be the Taoist cultivator the Yang family had mentioned.

She didn't want to be trapped in this villa and die; perhaps only Gu Changsheng could take her away from here.

Since she woke up, she found herself in this villa. In the past few days, she has also figured out that she was dead and doesn't know why she still exists.

During the day, she would hide in the shadows of the villa, and at night she would be controlled by a force that tormented those who had bullied her. She could only watch helplessly, unable to control herself.

Gu Changsheng released his divine sense and Rong's magical power, forming a protective circle to shield Wang Bing'er's soul. He walked towards the balcony, with Wang Bing'er floating behind him.

Gu Changsheng walked onto the balcony. He looked up at the villa 500 meters away, and a layer of transparent magic power appeared around him to protect him. A semi-transparent magic circle appeared out of thin air at his feet, and the Withered Glory Sword was summoned.

He stepped onto the Withered Glory Sword, and with a thought, the Withered Glory Sword carried him and transformed into a beam of sword light, soaring into the sky.

The rain was torrential, visibility was low, and the villa area was sparsely populated. Only the sniper team arranged by the National Spirit Bureau to be stationed on the roof of the villa directly opposite the room saw Gu Changsheng fly away on his sword through binoculars and scopes. No one else knew that Gu Changsheng had already left.

The two men, dressed in camouflage and lying on the roof of the villa, saw Gu Changsheng fly away on a sword. They stood there stunned until the communication device in their ears transmitted the order to evacuate, which brought them back to their senses.

They weren't complete novices, so instead of immediately reporting the situation via communication devices, they went to find Zhang Tianhu together to report in person.