No taboos in the world

Chapter 300

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Mao Shanming and Da Bao and Xiao Bao bid farewell to each other reluctantly.

Taoist Simu looked at them and curled his lips: "Why raise anything else? Why do you have to raise a ghost, and a disciple of Maoshan... Ah Chen, you must not learn from him in the future."

"I know, Uncle Master."

Taoist Simu looked towards the Tan family compound and said, "So, can we really just leave this place alone? Are you sure nothing will go wrong?"

Hong Chen smiled: "Don't worry, uncle-master, those six ghosts are from the same family. Although they are full of yin energy, they have been nurtured step by step over the years. Their resentment is not actually that strong. Otherwise, they would have been so angry that they would have killed someone when the Tan family built this house."

"Well, that makes sense." Taoist Simu nodded in agreement and asked, "Are you sure he will pay 100,000 taels?"

"Of course they will. The six ghosts saw me and knew I would definitely come back, so they had to hurry up and get the Tan family to move out before I came back. Only in this way could they protect their cemetery."

"What if other colleagues attack us?"

Hong Chen shrugged and spread his hands: "Then there is nothing we can do. We can't deliberately not give others a chance, right?"

Hearing this, Simu grinned and said, "Well said, you didn't fall into the money trap."

After the two of them finished talking, Mao Shanming on the side had already put Dabao and Xiaobao into the yellow paper umbrella. He handed the two umbrellas to Hong Chen reluctantly and said, "Daoyou, Dabao and Xiaobao are in your care. Please make sure to send them to the underworld to reincarnate. It was not easy for the two brothers when they were alive..."

Hong Chen took the yellow paper umbrella and said, "I understand. If you are worried, you can come to the charity cemetery outside Renjia Town on the first day of July. Then you can see them for the last time."

Mao Shanming showed a happy expression: "Okay, okay, I will definitely come when the time comes!"

At this time, Taoist Simu also interrupted and said: "Fellow Taoist, although you and I are from different branches, we are both from Maoshan. Sometimes we are forced by life and have no choice. I can understand, but please do not forget the ancestral teachings of Maoshan Sect and your responsibilities as a Taoist." Taoist Simu looked much more serious and solemn than usual at this moment. It was not difficult to see that he himself was proud of being a genuine descendant of Maoshan.

Mao Shanming was ashamed and embarrassed when he heard this. "I will keep in mind what you said." He glanced at Hong Chen and said, "After meeting you two today, I know what Maoshan disciples are like. After this farewell, I will find a place to practice well. At the very least, I must not bring shame to Maoshan."

Simu smiled and said, "It's great that you have this idea, I hope that when we meet again in the future, you will have a different look!"

"Okay, thank you for your good words, we will meet again someday!"

"See you later!"

Looking at Mao Shanming leaving, Simu's mouth corners slightly raised.

After a while, he pressed Hong Chen's shoulder and said, "Nephew, you did a good thing."

Hong Chen looked at the two black air that were quickly peeling off from the light green luck column above Mao Shanming's head, and smiled and said, "Well, it is indeed a good thing."

Looking back, the two continued their journey.

After passing Taishan Town, the size of the customer transport team began to decrease rapidly.

After these clients are received by their families, Taoist Simu will remove them from the soul-guiding lamp because, strictly speaking, they can only be regarded as passively formed zombies. Without the magical power of the soul-guiding lamp, they will quickly decay in the coffin like ordinary corpses, so their families will arrange for their burial as soon as possible.

After a few days, all the customers were sent to the reserved locations, and Hong Chen also got to know the various styles of different regions of this era on the way.

Of course, I also have a personal experience of the saying that “times in this world are difficult and full of demons.”

There was a bag made of yellow cloth on Hong Chen's waist, with a Tai Chi diagram painted on the outside. This was the ghost-collecting bag given to him by his uncle Simu. In addition to Dabao and Xiaobao, there were seven more ghosts in it.

Those who are most likely to become ghosts and zombies are those who died unjustly or wrongly, because even after their death, their resentment will not be eliminated.

So in the final analysis, the birth of these monsters is mostly the responsibility of living people.

He couldn't help but think of an old saying he had heard before: The dead can't harm people, only the living can.

After seeing the customer off, Master Simu took him out for a good meal, and then went to the nearby charity cemetery to start receiving customers.

In just a day and a half, a client team of fifteen corpses was gathered.

The return journey will naturally not strictly follow the original route, because the customers' homes are all over the world.

From this we can see that the job of a corpse driver is far from as easy and carefree as imagined.

early morning.

In the mountains, Hong Chen sat upright on a huge rock, facing the east, swallowing the purple air.

The purple air entered the abdomen and turned into sweet rain, which was evenly distributed to the nine dragon energies entrenched in the dantian.

When the Nine Dragons were turning, Hong Chen entered a state of unity between man and nature, and the true energy in his dantian quickly transformed into spiritual energy.

The effect of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is not only extraordinary destructive power, but its nourishment and growth of the body and soul is the real killer weapon that surpasses the true energy. People often say that a young face and white hair are like an old immortal.

In fact, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has an extraordinary effect on delaying and resisting human aging.

For those who practice Taoism, becoming an immortal is actually just a critical stage achievement in the process of seeking the Tao.

Since ancient times, the ultimate goal of countless ascetics has never changed.

That is - immortality!
Hong Chen sat there for two hours without moving.

When the time came, he slowly opened his eyes, and the brilliance in his eyes seemed to condense into substance and shoot forward, still gathering three feet away from his body.

"It will take a long time." Hong Chen was not very satisfied.

Although it may sound a bit Versailles, ten thousand years of true qi is indeed too much. Just converting the true qi will consume him two hours every day, and it will probably take seven years.

Who can bear this?
With a sigh, he picked up the pottery basin beside him and used the sword energy to pierce his finger from the inside out. A drop of blood penetrated into the small tree.

As the breeze blows, the lonely young leaf looks even greener and full of vitality.

However, this time Hong Chen did not heal the wound on his fingertips in time, but let it remain open and continue to ooze blood.

The mountain wind will carry the smell of blood in all directions.

Compared to living people, ghosts and zombies have an extraordinary sense of smell for blood.

And Hong Chen's blood was like Tang Monk's flesh in their eyes. Even if it was daytime, those guys would appear one after another because they couldn't resist the temptation.

His current behavior, in layman's terms, is an act of stinging enforcement.

In the past few days, Hong Chen has caught many evil spirits in this way.

Evil ghosts who are obsessed with killing are not eligible for reincarnation even if they enter the underworld, and must endure thousands of years of torture in the eighteen levels of hell.

However, the pressure on the underworld has been increasing in recent years. As a disciple of Maoshan, it is in compliance with regulations to directly kill evil ghosts in the human world, and as long as you don't act recklessly, you can also earn good karma.

However, as time went by, Hong Chen did not see those evil creatures that pounced on its prey like vicious dogs as usual.

He continued to wait for a moment and couldn't help frowning.

"Something is wrong, nine out of ten times something is wrong."

Under the premise that the whole world is not at peace, there is no reason why there should not be evil spirits such as ghosts in this place.

This is not the ancestral home of a major Taoist sect like Maoshan or Longhushan.

Moreover, even the areas around Maoshan and Longhushan are not necessarily as clean as imagined.

Because a true monk does not kill ghosts or eliminate monsters when he encounters them.

People can be good or bad, and so can ghosts and monsters.

Ordinary people can understand this truth through vernacular novels, so why would people in the Taoist sect really dwell on it?
Therefore, there is only one possible situation left.

There is a big boss nearby who is extremely powerful and may have a bad temper.

Thinking of this, Hong Chen smiled, his fingertips healed in an instant, and he picked up the pottery basin, saying to himself: "It's time to live!"

in the afternoon.

After crossing mountains and rivers, the two arrived outside a town built in a basin before it became completely dark.

"Ah Chen, there are many colleagues here, and their strength is extraordinary. I will take you to meet them. Sooner or later, you will be traveling the world alone, so it will be good for you to know more friends."

"Thank you, Master. Should we prepare some gifts?"

"Well, I'll take the client to the charity cemetery. You go and buy something first. It doesn't have to be too expensive." As he said that, Master Simu took out his purse and stuffed it into Hong Chen's arms despite Hong Chen's objection.

Entering the town, the popularity that greeted him made him feel very comfortable.

However, after he glanced around, he fixed his gaze in one direction.

The twisted and rolling dark energy in the air looked like a thick cumulonimbus cloud, or like a black ocean hanging upside down in the sky.

The power of this ghost must be extraordinary!
(End of this chapter)