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Chapter 1. A Strange Encounter on the Road - The Spirit of Brother Yi

Chapter 1. A Strange Encounter on the Road

A van pulled up to the side of the busy road, and several men in police uniforms got out and strode toward the fruit and vegetable vendors. One of the tall, fat-faced urban management officers walked up to the fruit vendor, took an apple, took a bite, threw it on the ground, and shouted, "Who told you to sell here? I'll give you two choices: either pay me 20 yuan, or get out of here right now." As he spoke, he flashed his large, yellow teeth, and the men behind him also flashed their yellow teeth in a threatening manner.

The man, seemingly unaccustomed to such a scene, prepared to pack up and leave. The fat city management officer, realizing he wouldn't get any money, walked towards another vegetable vendor, followed by several others, except for one man. He was a boy about 170cm tall, whose police uniform clearly didn't fit him.

The fruit vendor thought to himself, "I'll just leave, okay? They still won't let me go. What other tricks are they going to play?" Just then, the boy came over and said to the man, "Brother, hide for a while. Come back in 10 minutes to continue selling. The city management officers will go to other streets soon. Don't worry, they definitely won't be back today."

The man said, "Thank you, you're such a kind person. My elderly mother is seriously ill, and I'm waiting for you to finish selling everything so I can take her to the doctor!" His eyes reddened as he spoke. The boy smiled shyly, unsure what to say.

Just then, a commotion broke out near the fat city management officer, and the boy ran over. It turned out that an old woman was selling some items that looked like antiques, and the fat city management officer was trying to collect money from her. The old woman had no money, and she wouldn't leave, sitting on the ground trembling.

This really put the fat city management officer in a bind. He thought, "If I hit her a couple of times, what if she can't take it and dies? If I yell at her, more and more people will gather around. If I ignore her, the others won't listen to me."

Just then, the boy appeared and walked up to the fat city management officer, whispering, "Brother Liu, let me handle this. You guys go take a look over there." The fat city management officer chuckled and said, "Good! Little Zhou, you've only been here a week and you already want to deal with the vendors on your own? You've got guts! As your older brother, I'll give you this opportunity." With that, he patted the boy on the shoulder and led his large group of men away into the distance.

The boy felt sorry for the old woman sitting on the ground shivering. He took out the hot breakfast from his pocket, licked his lips, and handed it to her, saying, "Grandma, here, have some. You're so old and still out selling things. Where are your family?" The old woman took it and wolfed it down.

After inquiring, it turned out that the old woman had no children, her husband had died early, and she had been living a lonely and miserable life, relying on odd jobs to make a living. When she grew older, no one would hire her anymore. So she resorted to begging, until she couldn't even beg for food anymore. That's why she sat here selling a few items.

Upon hearing that they were treasures, the boy perked up and asked, "Grandma, what are these things? Can you tell me? How much are they?" The old woman pointed to the dagger and said, "It's called the Soul-Destroying Dagger. It can sever the soul of any evil spirit you encounter." Then, holding the compass, she said, "This is called a compass. Mine is different from others because it was passed down from my ancestor. It can determine the exact location of a ghost based on the magnetic field it emits. And this is..." Before the old woman could finish, the boy interrupted, "I want them all! How much are they?"

"One hundred in total! I'll also give you a book as a gift," the old woman said with a smile.

The boy said, "I'll take it." Actually, he didn't believe the old woman's words; he just felt sorry for her and decided to help her by buying it.

After paying, the old woman took out a piece of red cloth from her back, which looked like it contained a book. She said, "Child, take this. You'll need it later. Don't open it yet; open it when you get home." The boy smiled and put the red cloth, the dagger, and everything else into his spare bag.

The boy said, "Grandma, I'm leaving now, goodbye." The old woman quickly stopped him, "Child, don't rush, don't get on that bus. There's a recently deceased female ghost clinging to the roof; it's the mother of the fruit seller from earlier. You should walk home." The old woman's words gave the boy goosebumps, even though he didn't quite believe it.

Just then, the chubby city management officer seemed to have finished his extortion. He shouted to the boy, "Zhou Qiang, let's go, it's time to go home." Although Zhou Qiang didn't believe the old woman, he didn't get in the car. He thought he should at least respect her; he couldn't just ignore her kind advice right under her nose. He said to the chubby officer, "Brother Liu, this is closer to my home, I'll walk back." The chubby officer didn't say anything more, happily got into the car, and drove towards the restaurant.

Zhou Qiang was humming a song as he walked home when his phone rang. He picked it up: "Hello, oh? What? No way!" It turned out that the van carrying the urban management officers had collided with a large truck on its way to the restaurant. The fat urban management officer died instantly, and the other five were seriously injured. The truck driver turned himself in, saying he hadn't seen the van at the time. ==================================================================================== Chapter Two: Dream - Yi Ge's Spirit - Collected and organized by

As Zhou Qiang approached the building where the fat city management officer was staying, he heard a woman's loud crying. He thought to himself, "The fat city management officer is cunning and greedy. He deserves to die young. But after all, he has a wife and children at home. How will his family live if he dies?"

The moment he saw the fat city management officer's wife, he regretted his earlier worries. The woman was sitting on the sofa watching TV, with an elderly woman with white hair sitting behind her. The body of the city management officer lay in the lobby, next to an MP3 player with a speaker, from which came the cries he had heard downstairs.

Zhou Qiang walked up to the corpse and bowed deeply three times. "Brother, how can I live with my husband dead?" he cried, completely different from the man who had been intently watching television just moments before.

"Sister-in-law, don't be too sad. My brother left us so suddenly, and I am deeply grieved. Now that he's gone, please take care of yourself." Zhou Qiang's eyes were also red.

"He promised to buy me a new gold ring," the woman said, tears streaming down her face.

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“Sister-in-law, take this two hundred yuan. It’s nothing, but live well. The resettlement allowance from the city will come in a few days, and you can buy a ring.” His words carried a hint of sarcasm. Zhou Qiang walked over to the old woman and said, “Take care of yourself too.” The old woman remained silent. Ah, yes, she’s lost her son; now it’s a case of an elderly person burying their child. Let’s not bother her, Zhou Qiang thought. The woman was clutching the two hundred yuan and didn’t notice Zhou Qiang.

Before leaving, Zhou Qiang still politely comforted his sister-in-law, telling her to take care of herself: "Sister-in-law, please comfort your mother-in-law and don't let her do anything rash."

“My mother-in-law? I’ve never met my mother-in-law since I got married. I heard from Liu Zi that his mother died when he was 15. What are you saying?” The sister-in-law looked puzzled.

"Then just now..." Zhou Qiang didn't finish his sentence; he wasn't stupid. There weren't many people at the funeral; apart from a few people from the urban management bureau carrying the body, there was no one else. But it turned out that quite a few people had come to his house, because rotten fruit and vegetables were scattered all over the ground in front of his house.

After arranging the funeral for the fat city management officer, Zhou Qiang dragged his exhausted body home. He lay on his bed, thinking about the events of the past few days, and eventually fell asleep.

"Child, are you alright?" Zhou Qiang looked towards the voice and saw the old woman he had met on the street a few days ago, smiling at him. "Grandma, what exactly happened a few days ago? Do ghosts really exist?" The old woman remained silent.

“Child, if ghosts really exist, what would you do? What can you do? Humans have their way, heaven has its way, and ghosts have their way. I know that the old woman who sold apples harmed your boss last time.” The old woman paused and continued, “If your boss hadn’t bullied the apple seller that day, things might have turned out differently.”

"So what brings you here today?" Zhou Qiang asked.

“Child,” the old woman said, “there are evil spirits in the world. They did evil in their lives, so they can’t be reincarnated after death. That’s why they have to find someone to die in their place in the mortal world so they can be reincarnated. There are also some evil spirits who don’t want to be reincarnated and will harm anyone they don’t like.” The old woman had been observing Zhou Qiang’s expression. Zhou Qiang gritted his teeth and said, “If only I could wipe out their entire family.” The old woman smiled secretly, as if her plot had succeeded.

“Child, you can destroy them,” the old woman said. Zhou Qiang gasped in surprise. Before Zhou Qiang could speak, the old woman continued, “I am a disciple of the 63rd generation successor of Qi Yi, my name is Le Xi, and my courtesy name is Meng Bin. Our sect specializes in catching ghosts and exorcising demons. Although we have never established a gang like Maoshan or others, our ability to catch ghosts and subdue demons is definitely no less than theirs.” As the old woman spoke, a look of pride appeared on her face.

"I don't think I've ever heard of Qi Yi before? Why doesn't it establish its own sect?" Zhou Qiang was completely baffled.

“Sigh,” the old woman’s expression darkened, “From the third generation of Qi Yi to the 63rd generation, each generation has had no more than three disciples. Do you know why?”

Zhou Qiang shook his head and waited for the old woman to continue.

"Because learning Qi Yi requires a very strong birth chart. Humans have their own way, and ghosts have theirs. From the perspective of Heaven, it's reasonable for ghosts to harm humans, because evil ghosts must harm humans to be reincarnated. It's like a food chain. But it's unreasonable for humans to harm ghosts," the old woman said helplessly.

"Why is it unreasonable?" Zhou Qiang asked, somewhat indignantly.

The old woman turned around, her back to Zhou Qiang, and said, "When a person harms a ghost, the ghost can't be reincarnated. This disrupts the food chain and goes against the natural order. Naturally, those who study Qi Yi will be punished by Heaven. This punishment isn't sudden; it won't kill you. It will follow you throughout your life, perhaps affecting your destiny or your body. Your birth chart and character are suitable for joining our Qi Yi sect. You have seven lives in this life, meaning you'll have seven near-death experiences."

Although he only vaguely understood what was being said, Zhou Qiang smiled smugly upon hearing that he had seven lives. "I'm willing to join the Qi Yi Sect!" Zhou Qiang declared firmly. The old woman turned around, smiling with relief, and said, "Now it's time to test your endurance."

How will you test them?

"Beep beep beep~" The phone rang. Zhou Qiang picked up the phone with his eyes half-open: "How are you going to test me?"

"Testing you? I'm your boss! It's 9:30, are you still at work?" The person on the other end of the phone sounded very angry.

"I'll get you! I quit!" Zhou Qiang began to sober up. It turned out that the dream with the old woman was just a dream, and that dream was too real! ========================================================================================== Chapter 3 of "The Successor of Qi Yi": Cousin and the Ghost Child - Yi Ge's Spirit - Collected and organized by

Enduring his parents' nagging, Zhou Qiang locked himself in his room. He began to recall the dream, and he wished it were real. He remembered the "things" the old woman had sold him.

Looking at the dagger, compass, rope, oil lamp, and so on, there was nothing particularly special about them. Zhou Qiang suddenly remembered something—there was also a book! He slowly unwrapped the red cloth covering the book, revealing a book with a cover that was tattered beyond recognition. On the cover, three large characters were blurred: "Qi Yi Jing" (The Book of Changes).

Curious, Zhou Qiang opened the book. It read, "For those whose birth date and time indicate a long lifespan, enter my Qi Yi. Imprint the blood of your left middle finger on it, and you can observe the details." Following this were sixty-four handprints that appeared to be signatures. The pages after that were all blank. Zhou Qiang thought, "Does this mean I have to sign it too?" "Fine, I'll sign it," he thought. "What's a little blood compared to that of a real man?" Zhou Qiang grabbed the dagger, carefully made a small cut on his middle finger, and shouted, "The 65th handprint!" before pressing it in. Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable burning sensation on his finger. Looking at his fingertip, he saw three small characters deeply imprinted—"Sixty-five."

How amazing! The blank pages were now filled with densely packed text. Zhou Qiang then realized that this was a secret manual. He excitedly began to study it. Given his poor academic performance, his reading ability was indeed lacking; he finished it in half an hour. To be precise, although the book was filled with dense text, only three pages were actually printed. That is, only three pages had text; the rest remained blank.

Zhou Qiang gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, only three pages! Is catching ghosts really that simple?" It seems that the first three pages only briefly introduced some tricks for catching and preventing ghosts.

"Knock, knock, knock." A knock on the door. Zhou Qiang's mother stood outside the door knocking: "Your aunt just called. She said your cousin has a strange illness and seems to be dying. You two have been playing together since you were little, aren't you going to go see your cousin!"

"I'm here." Zhou Qiang got dressed and headed to his cousin's house.

On the way, Zhou Qiang complained, "It's strange. My cousin has been getting run over by cars and bitten by dogs for the past month. What goes around comes around. I've had my bad luck, now it's your turn." He felt a little smug about it.

Zhou Qiang pushed open the door and entered, only to see his aunt weeping uncontrollably beside his cousin's bed. "Aunt, how is my cousin?" Zhou Qiang felt a pang of sorrow seeing his cousin's deathly pale face. "This morning I tried to wake Xiaowei, but I couldn't get him up no matter what I did. At first, I thought he had a fever, but several doctors came and they all said they didn't know what was wrong with him." His aunt sobbed and continued, "My life is so hard. My husband died young, and now my son is dying too. What's the point of me living?" She then banged her head against the bed. Zhou Qiang's mother quickly went to stop her and took her to another room so she could comfort her.

Now, only Zhou Qiang and the dying Xiao Wei remained in the room. Zhou Qiang carefully observed Xiao Wei; he was trembling all over, his brows furrowing intermittently, his face deathly pale, even his eyes were dark-rimmed, and his hands were suddenly reaching downwards as if groping for something. Seeing his usually lively cousin dying, Zhou Qiang could only watch helplessly, tears welling up in his eyes. Zhou Qiang touched Xiao Wei's hand; it was so cold, like a dead person's. Zhou Qiang then touched Xiao Wei's forehead, and suddenly a wisp of white smoke rose from Xiao Wei's head, startling Zhou Qiang, who quickly withdrew his hand. He composed himself, looking at his own right hand, but saw nothing unusual. He placed his hand on Xiao Wei's forehead again, and another wisp of white smoke rose from his head. Zhou Qiang looked at his own hand; apart from the number "65" on his fingers, there was nothing special. Could it be...? Zhou Qiang then understood. Could it be a ghost touching his head?

"Ghostly head-touching" is a rudimentary trick used by even the most novice ghosts. The ghost hovers over a person's head, forcefully pulling their soul from the crown of the head, causing death. Being a rudimentary trick, it can only be performed at night when the person is asleep, and the soul-pulling speed is much faster than during the day. Zhou Qiang gasped, thinking that no wonder his cousin's arms were always stretching downwards; the soul's feet had probably wandered to the position of the hands, and the soul's feet were struggling, naturally causing the hands to kick downwards as if they were hands.

Zhou Qiang carefully recalled the solutions within the Qi Yi Jing, but still couldn't find one. After all, with his abilities, he could only see three pages. The first three pages only recorded how to open the Heavenly Eye and Heavenly Ear, and some basic ghost spells. Zhou Qiang didn't have time to hesitate at this point; he might as well try anything. With a heavy heart, he bit his left middle finger and applied two drops to his forehead and left ear. He saw a one-month-old infant clinging to his cousin's head and pulling hard. Zhou Qiang thought to himself, no wonder his cousin was still alive; it was a ghost infant causing trouble. If it were a young and strong ghost, it would be at its funeral by now. Without thinking further, Zhou Qiang grabbed the ghost infant by the neck with his left hand and lifted it up. The ghost infant wailed loudly. Zhou Qiang cursed, "Whose brat is this, running around causing trouble here?"

The ghost baby stopped crying, opened its two blood-red little eyes, smiled at Zhou Qiang, and murmured, "Uncle."

Zhou Qiang thought to himself, "Who's your uncle? This little thing already knows how to fawn over people." The ghost baby pointed at Xiao Wei and said, "Dad." Dad? Zhou Qiang was completely confused at this point. He simply threw the ghost baby aside, and the ghost baby sat on the ground crying, stretching out its arms as if wanting Zhou Qiang to hold it. Zhou Qiang ignored the ghost baby and, seeing that his cousin's soul was more than halfway out, used his left hand to forcefully stuff his cousin's soul back in.

My cousin's complexion gradually regained its color, and his body warmed up. After a while, he opened his eyes and asked Zhou Qiang, puzzled, "Xiao Qiang, when did you get here? Why did you wake me up? Your head and ears are bleeding? Did you get into a fight?" Seeing that his job was done, Zhou Qiang sighed and plopped down on the edge of the bed, saying to the confused Xiao Wei, "Did your girlfriend recently have an abortion?"

My cousin was clearly surprised by this and stammered, "No, no."

The ghost baby on the ground heard this and cried even louder. Zhou Qiang turned around and made a shushing gesture to the ghost baby. The ghost baby seemed to understand Zhou Qiang's gesture and looked at its father with pleading eyes.

“Cousin, we’re brothers, and you still won’t tell the truth? You almost died just now and you didn’t even know! I’ll call my aunt over if you don’t believe me.” Zhou Qiang said with an air of maturity, “Aunt!” Zhou Qiang’s aunt, who had just been comforted by Zhou Qiang’s mother, heard Zhou Qiang shouting from the next room and, thinking Xiao Wei was dead, rushed in wailing. Seeing that Xiao Wei was alright, she was overjoyed and speechless. Overjoyed, the aunt decided to go to the market to buy groceries and invite Zhou Qiang and his mother to eat at her home. Zhou Qiang’s mother went with her to buy groceries.

"Did I really die just now?" Xiao Wei still has some doubts.

“Your child has come to see you and wants you to play with him.” Zhou Qiang’s tone gave Xiao Wei goosebumps.

Xiao Wei finally believed him and told the truth. It turned out that six months ago, Zhou Qiang met a girl from the city online. They chatted for a while and gradually fell in love. Finally, one drunken night, after a passionate encounter, they decided to commit to each other. Two months later, the girl told Xiao Wei she was pregnant. Xiao Wei was stunned, as it was his first time experiencing something like this. Despite Xiao Wei's persuasion, the girl kept delaying an abortion, but her parents eventually found out and forced her to go to the hospital to have the abortion. Looking at the already formed fetus, the girl felt indescribable pain. After this incident, the girl broke up with Xiao Wei. From then on, Xiao Wei came home very late every night and drank himself into a stupor every day.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" Zhou Qiang asked.

Xiao Wei remained silent. "Your mistake was not considering your girlfriend's feelings. You hit the child without thinking about her feelings," Zhou Qiang said, glancing back at the ghost infant. "And the child's feelings too."

“Your child doesn’t blame you, he just misses you and wants his father’s care. He wants to take you with him.” Hearing Zhou Qiang’s words, Xiao Wei, a man in his twenties, lay down on the headboard and cried, murmuring, “Ya Ting, child, I’m sorry.” Zhou Qiang turned to look at the ghost baby, who was also crying, though silently shedding tears.

"Where is my child? I want to see him!" Xiaowei cried. Zhou Qiang, unwilling to waste his own blood, spat on the dried blood from his head and applied it to Xiaowei's head. Xiaowei saw the ghost infant, and the ghost infant knew Xiaowei had seen him. The ghost infant stretched out its arms and mumbled a few words. Xiaowei couldn't hear what the ghost infant was saying, but turned to look at Zhou Qiang. Zhou Qiang understood and explained, "He said, 'Daddy, hug me.'" Tears streamed down Xiaowei's face. He ran off the bed to try and pick up the ghost infant, but he couldn't stop it; it was like air. Seeing no other way, Zhou Qiang smeared the blood from his ear onto Xiaowei's hands and earlobes.

Xiao Wei picked up the ghost baby, and the two, one big and one small, both cried. Xiao Wei said, "Child, I'm sorry. I will ask your mother for forgiveness. Child, please forgive your father too." The ghost baby murmured, "Give me a little brother." It glanced at Zhou Qiang again, then whispered something in Xiao Wei's ear. Zhou Qiang couldn't hear it no matter how hard he tried. He thought to himself, "I helped you two reunite, and you're whispering something in my ear." The ghost baby disappeared after speaking. Xiao Wei shouted at Zhou Qiang, "Where's my child?" His tone was angry. Zhou Qiang said, "Maybe he's been reincarnated."

Three days after this incident, Xiao Wei, through persistent efforts, finally reconciled with the mother of the ghost baby. When Zhou Qiang asked what the ghost baby had whispered to him last, Xiao Wei said, "He said his uncle is very powerful." A smug smile appeared on Zhou Qiang's face: "My nephew is right, I'll be even more powerful in the future." Zhou Qiang was so flattered that he even started calling him "nephew." Xiao Wei asked, "You're powerful? What makes you so powerful? You've never been able to beat me since we were kids."

"The past is the past. Now I am the successor of Qi Yi." After saying this, Zhou Qiang walked away with a grin.

Xiao Wei was left completely bewildered.

This piece is dedicated to irresponsible men. =================================================================================== Chapter 4: The Compass for Navigation - The Spirit of Brother Yi - Collected and organized by

After what happened with his cousin, Zhou Qiang now completely believed and trusted every word that Le Xi Po had ever said to him. However, what puzzled him was how to find her; he couldn't just stay home and dream about her all the time.

Sure enough, Zhou Qiang dreamed of Le Xi Po again that night.

"Master, how can I find you?" Zhou Qiang asked.

Le Xipo seemed unusually sensitive to the title "Master," and shouted excitedly, "Don't call me Master! Your Master is someone else!" Zhou Qiang was so frightened by Le Xipo's words that he dared not utter a sound. Le Xipo also realized that her tone might have been too harsh, and quickly changed her tone, saying kindly, "Child, you became my senior brother's disciple not because of me, it's not that I didn't want to accept you..." Zhou Qiang could tell that Le Xipo had something difficult to say, so he didn't press the matter further.

"Do you want to know why? You have to find out." A trace of sadness flashed in Le Xipo's eyes. Zhou Qiang remained silent, waiting for Le Xipo to continue.

“Remember when I told you that our Qi Yi sect would suffer divine retribution, either in our fate or in our bodies?” Le Xipo said cautiously. Zhou Qiang nodded, then suddenly a question arose in his mind. He asked, “Then why don’t the Taoist priests of Maoshan suffer divine retribution?” Le Xipo seemed a little helpless upon hearing this and replied, “Maoshan belongs to Taoism, and the founder of Taoism is Laozi, also known as Taishang Laojun. Do you understand?” Zhou Qiang thought to himself, “So Taoism has a Heavenly Court backing them up,” and showed a face full of indignation. Le Xipo said, “Not only that! Qi Yi, Qi refers to the righteous energy of the human world, and Yi refers to the various changes in all things, but it also means that cultivation and learning are relatively easy. The fact that you were able to easily open your Heavenly Eye and Heavenly Ear that day proves this point. Otherwise, it would have taken you a year and a half just to learn Maoshan’s Heavenly Intelligence.”

"Have you made up your mind?" Lexi Po asked, her eyes wide.

"I'm absolutely determined!" Zhou Qiang retorted defiantly, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. "But I want to know why Grandma won't let me call you Master." This was truly hitting a nerve. Fortunately, this time Grandma Lexi didn't seem angry, probably not wanting to scare away her hard-won, obedient disciple. If it were anyone else, Grandma Lexi would have already killed them in her dreams.

“I am cursed by fate, destined to be alone and without any relatives, or else I will bring death to all my relatives and even my closest confidants.” Tears welled in Le Xipo’s eyes. “Seventy years ago, when I was sixteen, I married a woodcutter in a village. On our wedding night, his entire family burned to death, but I was the only one unharmed. So I returned home, and through my parents’ arrangement, I married a butcher in a neighboring village who had no relatives. Tragedy struck again. The next day, the butcher was found by villagers in the pigsty, his body mangled beyond recognition by the pigs. I was sent back home again, by which time many villagers had already…” Rumors and gossip filled the air. My parents were afraid to go out, lest people point fingers behind their backs. Three years later, a beggar came to the village. He went from house to house begging for food, and when he came to our house, my parents took pity on him and, seeing that I was still unmarried, took him in as their son-in-law. "Grandma Lexi paused here, noticing Zhou Qiang listening intently, and continued, "But three days later, my whole family died. The villagers called me a jinx, and they threw me into the graveyard to fend for myself. I stayed there alone for three days and three nights until I finally fainted from hunger."

"When I woke up, I found myself lying on the kang (a heated brick bed). I saw two men, one old and one young. The young boy, seeing that I was awake, happily said to my master, 'Master is awake! I'll go get some porridge.' He then ran out. The older man hummed in agreement, came to my side, felt my pulse, and a peaceful smile appeared on his face. The young boy then ran in and fed me porridge. They were my master and senior brother." Zhou Qiang finally saw a hint of a smile on Le Xipo's face. Le Xipo continued, "It turned out that after I fainted from hunger that night, my master brought my senior brother to the cemetery to test his courage. Later, they found me and took me home. Afterward, my master asked me to tell him my birth date and time. He told me my destiny and then taught me the Dream Interpretation technique within the Qi Yi (易经) system."

Zhou Qiang thought to himself, "No wonder you were able to enter my dream," and marveled at the profoundness of Qi Yi. He said to Granny Le Xi, "Granny, how can I find you and your senior brother?"

Le Xipo looked relaxed: "Do you remember the compass?" Zhou Qiang nodded. "The direction it points to is where my senior brother and I live. I hope you can find it quickly. This is the final test of your endurance. Remember that you have to walk here. I estimate that you won't have a chance to go home except for holidays."

Zhou Qiang asked in confusion, "So I'm going to grow old and die there?" Le Xipo laughed and said, "How could that be? We'll let you leave and make your own way in the world. After all, the Qi Yi Sect is counting on you!"

"Is it far from your place?" Zhou Qiang then asked.

By this time, Lexi Po had already left. Zhou Qiang sighed helplessly. Why did she always leave halfway through her conversation? "I'm your lifeline, after all!" he thought, and then laughed, drooling all over his pillow.

The next day, Zhou Qiang told his parents he was going to work in another city. He said he was getting on in years and it was time to venture out and make his way in the world. His parents were reluctant to let him go, but their son was grown up, and spoiling him couldn't go on forever. They gave him a long lecture. Zhou Qiang took his phone and told his parents not to call unless it was absolutely necessary, and that he would come home for holidays. Zhou Qiang packed his bags, ready to leave the following day.

That night he had another dream, in which he, wielding the Soul-Destroying Dagger and wearing the Qi-Transformation Robe, alone arrived at the ghost's lair, slaughtering the lesser ghosts who begged for mercy and fled in terror. ======================================================================================== Qi-Transformation Successors, come and see! - Yi Ge's Spirit - Collected and organized by

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“If the child misses home, he can call home. If he doesn’t feel comfortable outside, then he can come back.” As she spoke, Zhou Qiang’s mother’s eyes were already red. Zhou Qiang’s father, who usually doted on his son, was speechless at this moment and could only sigh repeatedly.

Although Zhou Qiang was usually carefree, he felt incredibly reluctant to part ways. However, he had a mission he had to complete, a mission ordained by fate. "Mom, Dad, please take care of yourselves. I'll definitely take good care of you both when I come back," Zhou Qiang said, turning and leaving without looking back. His parents watched him go, a sense of emptiness washing over them.

Zhou Qiang stepped out of the residential compound, took out a compass from his backpack, and the compass needle pointed west. He prayed that Lexi Po's place was nearby. He began to stride resolutely westward.

Along the way, Zhou Qiang didn't find it boring at all. He held the compass while gazing around, looking quite like a feng shui master, and passersby frequently gave him strange looks. Zhou Qiang didn't care, his mind focused on the ghost-controlling techniques in the "Qi Yi Jing".

As the name suggests, the art of warding off ghosts involves spells to protect oneself from them. It covers solutions to various low-level ghostly spells, such as possession, being trapped in a ghost's maze, sleep paralysis, being tripped by a ghost, and encountering a ghost market.

As he pondered, darkness fell. Zhou Qiang, exhausted from walking, found a large rock by the roadside and sat down. Suddenly, his compass spun twice warily, but Zhou Qiang didn't notice. He pulled out bread and bottled water from his bag and wolfed them down. After finishing, he felt something was off, but couldn't quite place it. Without further ado, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and continued walking. A gust of cold wind blew by, making Zhou Qiang shiver. He cursed, "Damn it, if I'd known it would be this cold tonight, I would have worn more clothes at home."