This Taoist Master is too Frivolous

Chapter 340: 235: What Have I Summoned? (Please Subscribe)



Chapter 340: Chapter 235: What Have I Summoned? (Please Subscribe)

“What about the rice?”

“Just one bowl. I used it all up with two handfuls.”

“…”

Damn!

I knew this bastard wouldn’t behave!

One bowl of rice! My apprentice worked hard to collect it for over an hour, and you just used it all up with two handfuls?

Xu Yang had already anticipated this situation and calmly said, “Ma Xiaotiao, bring another bowl of rice out.”

As Ma Xiaotiao had only collected one bowl of rice, at this moment he could only scoop more from the rice bag. Xu Yang performed the ritual and taught his apprentice, saying, “Starting a ritual is a serious matter. If your cultivation achieves something in the future, remember not to make such low-level mistakes when performing a ritual by yourself.”

Ma Long: “…”

So now I’m a negative example, huh?

He grabbed more rice, chanted a few words, and sprinkled it again.

Oddly enough,

Yumin Street, where the funeral store was located, wasn’t very busy at night, but there were still some people around.

But as the ritual proceeded,

The street suddenly became empty. In the night sky, the eerie sound of blowing yin wind could be heard. Papers and plastic bags on the street were picked up by the wind, scattering all over the sky.

Empty drink bottles on the ground rolled around, making weird noises.

The dim street lights on both sides of the road made crackling sounds, and the light flickered.

At this moment, the temperature had dropped quite a bit. Ma Xiaotiao, with his weak cultivation, couldn’t help but shiver, especially Ma Long. He felt a chilling wind constantly blowing on his back, accompanied by strange noises, like a child crying or someone muttering, incessantly coming from afar.

He could faintly hear the sound of footsteps as well.

These overlapping sounds, getting closer and closer, created a bizarre atmosphere that permeated the streets.

Even Ma Long, who was used to big scenes, commanding hordes of underworld soldiers in the ghost market, and having nightly encounters with ghosts…

at this moment, he couldn’t help but feel a chill running down his spine, and goosebumps all over his body.

He clenched his teeth and couldn’t help but want to look back.

“Don’t look back!”

Xu Yang scolded and said to Ma Xiaotiao, “The toll money!”

He looked at the street by himself.

He saw that there were about a dozen faint ghostly figures appearing from all around the street. As these ghosts approached and saw Xu Yang’s face clearly, they suddenly…

“Ding!”

“Fierce ghost is startled, merit points +30.”

“Ding!”

“Fire ghost startled, merit points +30, Fire Manipulation Skill +1.”

“Ding…”

One by one, system prompts sounded in his mind.

“Master Xu!”

“Li Si, at your service, Master Xu!”

“Johnson Six, at your service, Master Xu!”

“I’m Wang…”

One by one, the shivering ghosts knelt down on the ground.

Xu Yang couldn’t help but chuckle, “Everyone, there’s no need for this. I’m performing a soul-summoning ritual today… Since you all came, it must be fate. Let’s follow the rules. My apprentice has burned quite a bit of toll money over there. You can line up to get it.”

The numerous ghosts were overjoyed and hurried to Ma Xiaotiao’s side, forming a long queue.

Among them, some could speak, looking at Ma Xiaotiao and saying, “This young man is Master Xu’s apprentice? He’s indeed very talented and handsome, just like Master Xu!”

Xu Yang: “Ma Xiaotiao, burn a few billion for this ghost.”

The ghost immediately knelt down and thanked him.

Seeing that Ma Long was no longer chanting, Xu Yang immediately said, “Continue the ritual. We haven’t summoned the soul we’re looking for!”

———-

Meanwhile,

In a hotel room only four blocks away from the funeral store,

An old man who had been sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes. The painting placed in the middle of a formation on the floor trembled uncontrollably, as the soul, identical to the little girl’s, tried to break free.

The entire room was filled with yin wind, and the burning candles on the floor crackled noisily.

“It’s here!”

The old man’s face lit up, and he laughed, “Xu Yang, oh Xu Yang… Today, I shall let you know that there are always people greater than you and there are heavens beyond heavens!”

He looked at the middle-aged man and said sternly, “Guan Yun, guard the ritual for me. Don’t let anyone disturb me… I’m going to trap Xu Yang in the urn!”

Buzz!

An odd surge of power flashed from his body. The middle-aged man felt a unique force rising from the old man. That feeling was extremely mysterious, indescribable.

Envy flashed in his eyes.

“Back then, the decision for the Pang clan’s lineage to move overseas to develop was indeed the right choice!”

“Unfortunately, my Guan Clan’s lineage remained in Da Xia. We not only failed to obtain the Wordless Heavenly Book from the Wu Clan, but gradually declined… By my generation, I was the only one left learning only some mediocre tricks. I’ve practiced martial arts for thirty years and, in this lifetime, entering the realm of Martial Arts Grandmaster seems to be an impossible dream!”

Guan Yun pondered in his heart.

He got up, locked the room door, and drew the curtains closed completely.

He sat down beside the old man to guard the ritual.

About seven or eight minutes later, the old man’s body shook. He then breathed a long sigh of relief, like someone who had been suffocating for a long time suddenly coming back to life, and laughed, “Success!”

He looked up into the void.

Guan Yun followed the old man’s gaze.

Only to see, floating in the room… a yin deity!

The yin deity looked around in astonishment and shouted, “What the hell… I’m just summoning a soul, but how did my own soul get out of my body?”


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