Ever since the traitor Ming Xu erged from Sanqing Temple, its reputation plumted.
Fewer people ca to the temple seeking talismans, and the Taoist priests there were struggling to make ends et.
The current temple master was Ming Hao, whose abilities were diocre at best.
In the past, he could still took advantage of the situation, but now, with very few people coming to pay their respects or seek help, he could no longer take advantage of anything.
Suddenly, a young disciple hurriedly entered and said, "Master, soone is coming up the mountain!"
Ming Hao, sipping his tea nonchalantly, replied, "If soone cos, soone cos. Is there a need to make such a fuss?"
"No, those two individuals arrived in a carriage and were dressed quite extravagantly!" the disciple exclaid.
Ming Hao abruptly stood up, his eyes seemingly gleaming with gold.
He declared, "So, esteed guests have arrived! Quickly, ring the bell and have all the disciples go out to welco them!"
Before long, Ming Hao led his disciples to the main hall to greet Shen Xiang and Yan Ling.
Having been treated with disdain at the Anyang Marquis Mansion, they were greatly satisfied by the sudden hospitality they received at Sanqing Temple.
Ming Hao glanced at the two, unable to discern anything, but still blurted out nonsense, "Both of you seem to be plagued by ill fortune, as if haunted by malevolent spirits. This is not good."
Shen Xiang raised an eyebrow and retorted, "Master, why is what you’re saying different from what my niece told ? She clearly said we are not haunted by any spirits!"
Did they co to the wrong place?
Yan Ling also chid in, "Mother, this Sanqing Temple seems to have a spy from the Qi Kingdom. It’s probably not trustworthy. Shall we look elsewhere?"
"Hold on!" Ming Hao felt anxious inside but maintained a calm deanor.
"I have cultivated for decades and never uttered an empty word. However, so people are simply unable to perceive the faint traces of malevolent spirits due to their limited cultivation."
These "so people" referred to those with less experience in cultivation.
Upon hearing this, Shen Xiang found the temple master’s words reasonable.
After all, Chu Nanli was still young, and her ability to serve the emperor was likely a fluke.
As the saying goes, experience was the best teacher!
"Master, you are wise," Shen Xiang said. "The main reason my mother and I ca here is to request two talismans."
She believed that her son’s proximity to the heir of the Lord Jin had caused him to be slightly affected by malevolent spirits.
Ming Hao’s heart was filled with joy. "I am fortunate to have crossed paths with both of you. Please, tell your request."
Shen Xiang then ntioned their desire for a talisman to ward off spirits and another to dispel evil energy.
Drawing a talisman to ward off spirits was sothing any Taoist priest who had cultivated for a few years could do. The only question was its effectiveness in dealing with malevolent spirits.
As for a talisman to dispel evil energy, Ming Hao did not possess such ability. However, since the two individuals did not exhibit any signs of malevolent or evil energy, he could simply draw a couple of talismans to appease them.
Ming Hao imdiately ordered soone to prepare talisman paper and cinnabar. With a swift stroke of his brush, he drew several talismans in front of them.
Shen Xiang and Yan Ling watched the master’s deftness and couldn’t help but think that he was far better than Chu Nanli.
After paying three hundred taels of silver, they happily left with the talismans in their possession.
Once they were gone, Ming Hao stumbled and nearly fell, his face filled with distress.
"Master!" the disciples exclaid in astonishnt.
"Hurry!" Minghao tremblingly handed over a silver ticket.
"Quickly go buy rice, I’m starving to death."
"... "The disciples fell silent.
Indeed, the Sanqing Temple had hardly any worshippers in the past month, and they were famished to the point of their chests sticking to their backs.
The mother and son received the talismans and hurriedly delivered them to the Lord of Jin’s residence.
The Lord of Jin warmly received the two, offering them the finest tea and pastries.
Shen Xiang’s eyes glead upon seeing the exquisite white jade tea set, recognizing its considerable value, and her heart blossod with joy.
Yan Ling also felt a sense of pride, able to converse with the Lord of Jin without any timidity, standing tall and confident.
The Lord of Jin, observing this mother and son, felt disdain in his heart, though his face maintained a gentle smile.
"It seems Lady Yan possesses the ans to acquire these talismans for my son."
His son had been plagued by a lingering illness for a long ti, and the physicians he had consulted were helpless.
It was only when a wandering sorcerer arrived, claiming that his son was possessed by evil spirits, that he found a glimr of hope.
The sorcerer, a straightforward person, admitted his inability to exorcise the spirits.
Desperate, the Lord of Jin thought of Chu Nanli, who had repeatedly resolved difficulties for Emperor Muwu.
It was said that Chu Nanli possessed the ability to dispel curses, even rendering the cursed unable to walk.
However, when he personally visited Chu Nanli’s shop with his son, he was t with rejection.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have resorted to seeking help from Shen Xiang.
Shen Xiang continued to caress the white jade cup and said, "Your Grace, you overestimate ."
The Lord of Jin, noticing her deanor, restrained his smile.
"Allow to ask once more, these talismans were indeed crafted by Miss Chu, correct?"
Suddenly, his face turned serious, startling the mother and son.
They had reached a point of no return, so Shen Xiang spoke, "Indeed, I witnessed Nanli painting them with my own eyes! Please rest assured, Your Grace."
"Yes, yes," Yan Ling nodded in agreent.
The Lord of Jin smiled again.
"Then I can rest assured."
The mother and son breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts still pounding rapidly.
After they left, the Lord of Jin took the talismans and went to his son’s room.
Despite the burning charcoal stove, he felt an icy chill in the room, devoid of any warmth.
The Lord of Jin imdiately affixed the exorcism talismans to the headboard.
The coldness seed to slightly diminish.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, the Lord of Jin gazed at his son, who remained gravely ill and unconscious, his eyes filled with tender affection.
"My son, father has obtained life-saving talismans for you. Tomorrow, you will recover, tomorrow..."
With the talismans suppressing the spirits, the crown prince’s breathing seed to strengthen.
The Lord of Jin couldn’t help but admire Chu Nanli.
No wonder she, a wealthy young lady from outside, had gained the favor of the Ninth Prince and Emperor Muwu.
It seed she possessed so genuine skills.
He stayed in the room for a while, ensuring his son’s condition improved before finally resting at ease.
Before leaving, he instructed the servants, "Take good care of the heir. If anything happens, report imdiately." The servants all acknowledged his orders.
Several of them took turns keeping watch throughout the night.
However, as the night grew late, drowsiness inevitably set in.
Even if they were awake, they would only feel gusts of cold wind in the room, unable to see any ghosts or malevolent spirits.
"Where did these talismans co from?"
"They’re restraining , I can’t pass through..."
"I won’t be stopped! I want him to die tonight, to avenge !"
After uttering these words, the malevolent spirit charged forward.
It broke through the talismans.
The talismans either ignited or fell to the ground, rendered useless.
The malevolent spirit and ghosts sward, tightly entwining themselves around the heir Lord of Jin’s throat and limbs, devouring his life force.
The heir woke up in a daze, feeling suffocated.
He reached for his own neck, attempting to tear away the entangled presence.
But it was in vain.
The more he struggled, the more delighted the malevolent spirits beca.
Because even in their final monts, they experienced such tornt too.
Tonight, it was finally this scumbag’s turn!
Go to hell!
Descend to the eighteenth level of hell!
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