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Seeing that the Tibetan mastiff was exhausted, the wolves slowly approached it from all sides. The child, terrified, turned to leave. He hadn't gone two steps when he saw a shepherd tending his sheep in the distance. The child stopped, a deep memory stirring within him. He suddenly remembered the Tibetan mastiff in his hand; it seemed familiar—it was the very same one that had once fed him. The child picked up a stick from the ground, turned back, and rushed into the woods. The wolves, seeing the child and seemingly terrified as if he possessed some extraordinary power, all fled.

The child, holding the Tibetan Mastiff's massive head, asked, "Do you still recognize me?" The mastiff nodded weakly. The child then took off his monk's robe, helped the mastiff lie down on it, and, holding onto a corner of the robe, dragged it back to the temple. From then on, this Tibetan Mastiff had a home, a home called the Tantric Lama Temple, a name named Zhuiming (meaning "Chasing Life"), and a young master named Qi Zijun. Therefore, everyone else in the temple was afraid of Qi Zijun and his giant Tibetan Mastiff.

As the mysterious figure in the raincoat approached, the old abbot donned a black and white monk's robe. This seemingly strange garment was, in fact, a legendary heirloom passed down from a Tantric lama, said to possess boundless magical power. The Tantric robe was passed down through generations of abbots, along with its accompanying light shaft. An ancestral precept dictated that the Tantric robe should not be used unless absolutely necessary. Seeing the abbot don the robe, all the lamas present prepared for battle.

The mysterious man had reached the old abbot. Although the abbot stood on steps higher than the ground, he still felt the eerie aura emanating from the mysterious man envelop him. The mysterious man slowly raised his head, revealing his hideous face. His pupils were empty, his face was covered in blood blisters, and when he smiled, his jagged, sharp teeth were exposed. This was none other than Xu Hongwei, one of the murderers who persecuted Master Zhang. Xu Hongwei was now merely a body. After killing Master Zhang, the three men went to Master Zhang's house, dug up the century-old peach tree, and released the Demon of Chaos. The two outsiders, deeming the foolish village chief of no use, killed him on the spot. The Demon of Chaos reached an agreement with the two outsiders, using Xu Hongwei's body to travel to a Tibetan Buddhist monastery.

The old abbot was clearly frightened by Xu Hongwei's appearance, stammering, "Who exactly are you?" Xu Hongwei licked his lips with his white tongue and whispered, "The Mischievous Demon Ba Yang." He then swiftly extended his claws, attempting to grab the old abbot's neck. How could the old abbot, once known as a Living Buddha of Tibet, be so easily subdued by this Mischievous Demon? The old abbot leaned back, executing a sweeping kick with a sharp 'crack,' the kick sounding as if it had struck a rock.

Suddenly, a lama in the audience shouted, "Quickly, go save the old abbot!" He then swarmed forward. Another mysterious man, a man in his fifties standing at the door, took a cloth bag from his bag, opened it, and pointed it at the lamas. With a 'whoosh' sound, a cloud of smoke flew out of the bag. The smoke quickly enveloped the lamas, and within seconds, many of them collapsed unconscious. It turned out the bag contained poisonous smoke. The old abbot, who was dodging the attacks of the demon, saw that most of his disciples had fainted and hurriedly gave the order, shouting, "Don't worry about me, go protect the demon!"

The remaining few lamas quickly returned to their seats around the large bell, cross-legged, and continued chanting mantras, as if everything here had nothing to do with them. However, the power of a group is far greater than that of a few individuals; these few lamas were no longer able to subdue the demon. Two mysterious figures in suits slowly approached the bell. The old abbot, realizing the danger, grabbed a light axle and swung it at the demon, Ba Yang. Ba Yang dodged to the side, and the old abbot seized the opportunity to run towards the bell. As he ran, the old abbot clasped his hands together and chanted mantras.

The Tibetan script on the large bell seemed to come alive, merging and changing like ink, gradually forming the image of Nyingma Zhayi, a deity worshipped in Tibetan Buddhism, radiating a Buddhist light. The old abbot's move was indeed remarkable; the initially faint light stopped upon reaching the two mysterious figures, but became increasingly blinding, forcing them to cover their eyes and retreat. The old abbot smiled slightly, thinking he could kill them at this opportunity. He then ran towards the two mysterious figures. Before he had taken two steps, blood gushed from his mouth. Looking back, he saw that the Demon King's long claws were already deeply embedded in his body. The old abbot remained unfazed, instead smiling and saying, "Demon King Ba Yang, you've lost."

Before the Demon King could react, the Tibetan script on the old abbot's black and white robe was rapidly spreading into his right arm, gradually turning the robe pure white. The Demon King was startled, wondering what this was, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't pull his arm out. The two mysterious figures nearby also realized what was happening. The one in his seventies exclaimed, "Ba Yang, you've been struck by the Great Vajrayana Mantra!" He then pulled a sharp, medium-length knife from his luggage, rushed over, and severed the Demon King's arm.

Although the Demon King was in pain, he had heard of the Great Secret Mantra of the Paramita Sutra, which was tantamount to death. At this moment, although the mysterious man had cut off one of his arms, he had actually saved his life. This severed arm, seemingly Xu Hongwei's, actually contained the Demon King's arm.

The old abbot never expected that his carefully planned mutual destruction would be disrupted by two mysterious men. He was unwilling to accept defeat, but he still fell. Several lamas who had been chanting mantras also stood up, seemingly ready to fight the mysterious men. The two mysterious men pulled out pistols, and with a few 'bangs,' the remaining lamas all fell into pools of blood. The Nyingma amulet on the large Tibetan bell continued to emit a blinding Buddhist light. The mysterious man in his fifties put on sunglasses, grabbed the dying old abbot, threw him onto the large Tibetan bell, and stabbed him to death with a long knife, cleverly blocking the Buddhist light emanating from the Nyingma amulet.

"Junior brother, prepare to perform the ritual." The older, mysterious man said, placing a black cloth on the ground covered with various ritual implements. The younger, mysterious man walked to the other side of the hidden bell, saying, "Alas, I wonder if that Ximen demon is still around? The Lamaist Tantric sect sends people every day to recite scriptures, not allowing his resentment to dissipate and disappear." He glanced at his senior brother, who showed no reaction. The mischievous Ba Yang, however, disliked hearing this. What if Ximen wasn't down there, but he had inexplicably lost an arm? Seeing Ba Yang's clenched teeth, the younger, mysterious man dared not speak.

The two men set up their respective spells on either side of the Great Tibetan Bell. The bell cannot be opened arbitrarily; if it is, the incantation will be sucked in. The bell's secret lies in the Tibetan script on it, which has now formed the image of the Nyingma Zhayi deity, signifying an increase in magical power. The two men must decompose the Nyingma Zhayi into Tibetan script, then draw the script out. Once the bell is completely bare, the Demon of Chaos will emerge from within without their intervention.

The Nyingma Zhayi are deities, and deities cannot bear blood. Two mysterious figures simultaneously produced a bottle of blood and splashed it onto the Tibetan bell. The bell instantly lost its Buddhist light, and the Nyingma Zhayi behind the old abbot gradually melted into Tibetan script. As mentioned earlier, the sorcery school also possesses the ability to raise ghosts. Over the past year, the two mysterious figures had collected a large number of small ghosts, not to eat themselves, but to feed to a giant evil spirit. Their purpose was precisely for this use.

The older, mysterious man removed his suit jacket, revealing a pure black shaman's robe underneath. He stood up and began chanting obscene incantations before abruptly stopping. He shook his robe, and a wisp of black smoke emerged from his sleeve, gradually forming a malevolent ghost. Even the mischievous demon beside him was dumbfounded. This ghost was over three meters tall, incredibly stout, and its sinister aura was in no way inferior to the mischievous demon's. Unfortunately, it was merely an empty shell, utterly devoid of any real power.

The mysterious man commanded the evil spirit to step forward and embrace the large Tibetan bell. The evil spirit, thinking there were some delicious little devils beneath the bell, actually did so. Upon embracing it, it became stuck to the bell. The Tibetan script on the bell crawled onto the evil spirit's body like ants until it was completely exhausted. Judging from the evil spirit's grimacing expression, it was clear how much pain it was in. When the Tibetan script had completely covered the evil spirit's body, there was a loud 'bang,' and the evil spirit's body, along with the bell, exploded.

As the smoke cleared, a figure crouching could be vaguely seen. The ruthless tyrant chuckled and said, "Brother Ximen, long time no see." ==================================================================================== Chapter 8 of "The Transmission of Qi Yi" - Water Margin and Ximen - Yi Ge's Spirit - Collected and organized by

The ghostly figure stood up, took a deep, intoxicating breath, and asked the mischievous Ba Yang, "Who are you?" Ba Yang slapped his forehead with his only hand; he was still using Xu Hongwei's body and had momentarily forgotten about it. He then ripped off Xu Hongwei's skin, revealing a face covered in fleshy strands, with two pupil-less white eyes blinking. The ghostly figure emerged from the smoke and, seeing Ba Yang, exclaimed happily, "Isn't this Brother Ba Yang? Long time no see! Thank you for saving me!" He then stepped forward and hugged Ba Yang, as if they were two friends who hadn't seen each other for years.

The two mysterious figures standing beside him finally got a clear look at Ximen Demon King. He wore dark blue trousers with ancient inscriptions on them; they recognized them as the burial garments worn by the dead in ancient times. He wore a red undergarment, and their intuition told them that the undergarment was red not from the fabric itself, but from human blood. Ximen Demon King's features were quite handsome, except for his striking red eyes. But seeing his smile, the two mysterious figures felt a chill run down their spines.

When Ximen Mowang embraced Ba Yang, he noticed that Ba Yang had lost an arm. Feigning concern, he asked, "Oh dear, Brother Ba Yang, who caused you to lose an arm? I'll avenge you." Ba Yang snorted and muttered, "What's a lost arm to Brother Ximen? I wouldn't care even if it cost me my life." Ximen Mowang knew Ba Yang had more to say, so he remained silent. "Brother Ximen," he said, "to be honest, I saved you for a reason. Would you like to help me rescue Fang Yuan?"

Upon hearing this, Ximen Demon King's red eyes widened even more, and he stammered, "You mean Qi Yi Demon Fang Yuan? Why save him? Aren't you worried he'll harm us?" Ba Yang shook his head, and a few maggots fell from his head. Seeing this, Ximen Demon King stepped forward, caught the falling maggots, and crunched them in his mouth as if they were peanuts. Ba Yang said, "Brother Ximen, do you want to be trapped again? Haven't you had enough of these past few hundred years?"

Ximen Mowang perked up, leaned closer to Ba Yang, and asked, "Brother, what do you mean by that?" Ba Yang pointed to the two mysterious figures beside him and whispered in Ximen Mowang's ear, "They can help us eliminate all the supernatural sects. Then we can do whatever we want." There's no such thing as a free lunch. Why would anyone help ghosts and monsters? There must be something fishy about this. Seeing the suspicious look in Ximen Mowang's eyes, Ba Yang whispered something more in his ear.

After saying this, Ximen Demon King chuckled and called the two mysterious men aside, asking, "What should we do next?" The older of the mysterious men, like a student being scolded, put his hands behind his back and obediently said, "Let's go together to rescue the Yin Chong Demon from the Qi Yi Sect, and then go to Mount Tai to rescue the Qi Yi Demon King. What do you think?" Ximen Demon King's eyes darted around, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "The Qi Yi Sect? I've never heard of it." This was understandable, as Ximen Demon King was originally a demon from the Song Dynasty, while the Qi Yi Sect only reappeared in the martial arts world during the Ming Dynasty.

The mysterious man in his fifties quickly stepped forward to evade the question, saying, "Great King Ximen is all-powerful; how could he have heard of such insignificant little supernatural sects?" This worked, eliciting a hearty laugh from Ximen Demon King. Ximen Demon King nodded, glanced back at the Lama's corpse, and suddenly frowned, asking, "Did you kill a child around twenty years old?" The two mysterious men shook their heads.

"Hmph!" Ximen Demon King said with a displeased expression. "You two go first. I'll wait for that little beast to return, kill him, and then come find you." The older, mysterious man was about to ask another question, but he was silenced by the gaze of the Mischievous Demon Ba Yang. Ba Yang's anger turned to a smile as he said, "Alright then. Brother Ximen, settle your own grudges." He then pointed to the two mysterious men, "We'll be going now. See you in Hebei, Brother Ximen." With that, the Mischievous Demon Ba Yang adjusted the hood of his raincoat and led the two mysterious men out of the Lama Temple. Perhaps only Ba Yang knew that Ximen Demon King was the most vengeful of men.

This story dates back to the Song Dynasty. In the novel *Water Margin*, there was a pair of adulterous lovers named Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian. Not only did they murder Wu Dalang, but they also tried to frame Wu Song. As a result, Wu Song killed them at the Lion Tower, and placed their heads on Wu Dalang's memorial altar. However, Wu Song was unaware that Pan Jinlian was pregnant at the time.

As the saying goes, like father, like son. Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian not only became a pair of amorous ghosts, but also gave birth to a son in the underworld, named Ximen Ghost Infant. This ghost infant absorbed his father's cruel nature, and coupled with the resentment he harbored before birth, gradually gained some notoriety in the underworld. At the Yama King's watch, he ordered Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian to be reincarnated as animals. Before her reincarnation, Pan Jinlian told her son, "You must remember that in the mortal world there was a fellow named Wu Song who harmed your parents and prevented you from being reincarnated. You must avenge us." "Before one dies, one is reborn," is a well-known saying in the supernatural, meaning that a pregnant woman who dies can be reincarnated. However, a child born in the underworld cannot be reincarnated. Reincarnation in the underworld is calculated according to the register of people in the mortal world, so Ximen Ghost Infant's name is not recorded in either the mortal or the underworld.

Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian didn't seek revenge on Wu Song in the mortal realm themselves because they feared the "Killing Blade" in Wu Song's hand. The Killing Blade, as most people know from reading books, is a weapon that has killed living beings, and it's said that ghosts and monsters fear it. However, this isn't entirely true. What ghosts and monsters fear are the Killing Blades that killed them in their previous lives. Living beings killed by the Killing Blade, after death and becoming ghosts, can also be killed by the Killing Blade—more precisely, their souls are scattered. Many supernatural sects choose weapons that they use for a lifetime or even several generations. This isn't because the weapon is particularly valuable, but because they fear the ghosts they killed in the past returning to seek revenge on themselves or their descendants.

And so, these debts were etched into the memory of the vengeful little devil, Ximen Guiying. Arriving in the mortal realm, he possessed the body of the treacherous minister Gao Qiu, harming many capable and righteous heroes of the Water Margin. It wasn't until Song Jiang became an official that the first person to notice something amiss was Gongsun Sheng. Gongsun Sheng was indeed a man of extraordinary abilities; long ago, he had tried to kill Gao Qiu, but his attempts had all failed. This time, Gongsun Sheng finally discerned something amiss when he burned paper money and manipulated straw figures—there must be a little devil at work. However, the straw figures he controlled only took two steps before bursting into flames with a loud 'whoosh'.

Gongsun Sheng's expression changed drastically; it seemed this brat's magic was beyond his capabilities. He immediately told Song Jiang and the others about it, but to his surprise, they didn't believe him at all. Gongsun Sheng's good intentions had backfired, leading to his alienation from everyone. Left with no other choice, he left the group and went into seclusion.

Next, Wu Song single-handedly subdued Fang La. Fang La was originally cowardly and incompetent, but in an instant, he became incredibly strong, which panicked Wu Song. Fortunately, Wu Song was disguised as a fake monk, and he barely managed to subdue Fang La. The moment Wu Song captured Fang La, Fang La's body went limp like cotton. It goes without saying that this must have been Ximen Guiying's doing.

Afterwards, Wu Song had nightmares every night, dreaming of a man claiming to be Ximen Qing's son who would cut and bite him, driving him insane. Finally, Wu Song couldn't bear it anymore and left the group, running away to a temple to become a monk. Buddhist temples enshrine Buddha statues, which are not to be violated by a mere ghost like Ximen Qing. Thus, Ximen Qing, harboring hatred, decided to absorb the yin energy of other ghosts day and night. As he grew older and his magical powers increased, he cultivated himself into a demon and returned to find Wu Song, who had been dead for decades.

Left with no other option, he took his anger out on others, and eventually he became infamous, a notorious demon king. ================================================================================= Chapter Nine of the Great Hidden Scripture - Yi Ge's Spirit - Collected and organized by

It's no exaggeration to say that Ximen Ghost Baby holds grudges; he still vividly remembers events from several years ago. A few years ago, when Qi Zijun was ten years old, he saw many lamas chanting mantras around a large Buddhist bell. Puzzled, he asked one of the lamas, "Hey, what are you doing? Why do you chant mantras over this bell every day? Is there something inside?" The lama looked around and whispered to Qi Zijun, "Let me tell you, there's a demon sealed inside that's been there for thousands of years. We chant mantras to dispel its resentment. Don't tell the abbot any of this!"

As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Qi Zijun couldn't help but laugh at the lama's terrified expression. What's so great about this? It's just a devil, isn't it? But deep down, he didn't know what a devil was. After saying that, he unbuckled his belt and urinated into the Great Buddhist Bell in front of all the lamas. Who was Qi Zijun? He was the old abbot's adopted disciple. Even if he relieved himself anywhere, the lamas wouldn't dare to utter a sound. The urine flowed down the small pit into the Great Buddhist Bell, where Ximen Guiying happened to be sleeping. This child's urine was no small matter; when it flowed onto Ximen Guiying, he felt as uncomfortable as a frog in hot water inside the Great Buddhist Bell. Although separated by the Great Buddhist Bell, Ximen Guiying, with his thousand years of cultivation, could still see Qi Zijun outside the bell. This seemingly insignificant incident was etched into the mind of this troublemaker.

Ximen Guiying had looked around but couldn't find Qi Zijun's body, so he stayed. Ximen Guiying looked at the corpse on the ground and let out a strange laugh.

When Qi Zijun received Zhou Qiang's call, he sensed something was wrong and, disregarding his fatigue, hopped on his Tibetan Mastiff and rushed over. In the high-altitude region of Tibet, where even ordinary people are breathless from walking, Zhou Qiang and Xie Qifeng disembarked and quickly headed towards the Tantric Buddhist temple. Just as they were about to leave the station, three mysterious figures brushed past them. Xie Qifeng gasped and whispered to Zhou Qiang, "Brother, did you smell that? Such a strong stench of death and yin energy!" Zhou Qiang, despite his meticulousness, hadn't noticed and said, "Never mind that for now. Let's get to the Tantric Buddhist temple quickly." Xie Qifeng, not caring about anything else, followed Zhou Qiang out of the station. The two began searching for the temple, asking around, following the address Qi Zijun had given them.

Even if Qi Zijun rode at top speed, it would still be a day before he returned to the Lama Temple. Qi Zijun pushed open the gate, only to find corpses lying everywhere, and a lama kneeling on the ground, weeping. Upon seeing Qi Zijun, the lama rushed forward as if seeing a savior, embracing Qi Zijun's legs and murmuring, "Senior brother, you're finally back! The old abbot was killed by three mysterious men, and they even released the scoundrel Ximen." For the first time, Qi Zijun felt the world darken. The corpses of his fellow disciples, with whom he used to play and joke, lay one after another in pools of blood, while the old abbot's body was blown to pieces. It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck Qi Zijun on a clear day.

They're all dead! Now I'm the only one left. That's right, there are still two of us left. Qi Zijun sighed inwardly. Wait, how come this kid isn't dead? If all the lamas in the monastery are dead, why is there still one alive? Qi Zijun became suspicious and took two steps back, saying, "Junior brother, stand up and speak." The lama wiped away his tears and stood up. His heels didn't touch the ground, his face was ashen, and the gunshot wound in his chest was clearly visible—it was obvious he was possessed. Qi Zijun's lips curled into a smile, and he casually pulled out a light axle from behind. The Tibetan Mastiff, Zhui Ming, also crouched down, ready for battle.

The lama panicked, his face filled with terror. "Senior brother, what are you doing? Are you trying to kill me?" Qi Zijun stamped his right foot and said, "Congratulations, you guessed right!" As he spoke, Zhui Ming leaped forward. The lama had no time to dodge and Zhui Ming bit off his neck. A ghostly figure appeared behind the lama, drifting backward and occasionally letting out a shrill laugh. The ghostly figure froze; it was none other than the Mischievous Demon Ximen. Ximen laughed eerily and said, "You little beast, you've got some skills, haven't you? Do you know who I am?"

Only demons with profound spiritual power can materialize ghostly figures; lower-level ghosts can at most produce a wisp of black smoke. This is because of their different statuses and levels.

"Besides that bastard child born of Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian, who else could it be?" These words deeply stung the ghost infant Ximen. The poor child, who died before birth, had his parents' infamy spread far and wide, and he couldn't even forget it all, not even through reincarnation. Thinking about it, the scoundrel Ximen was quite pitiful. Before Qi Zijun could react, Ximen had flashed in front of her in the blink of an eye, grabbing her by the neck and cursing, "You little beast, I'm going to kill you and then eat your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys!" Ximen lifted Qi Zijun up with one hand, Qi Zijun's face turning red from the effort, her legs struggling weakly.

This pinch used all of Ximen Demon King's strength, and the cracking sound of his bones was chilling. Qi Zijun was gradually losing her breath. At this critical moment, the Tibetan Mastiff, Zhuiming, bit Ximen Demon King's buttocks. Due to a conditioned reflex, Ximen released Qi Zijun and instead covered his buttocks. Zhuiming crawled through Ximen Demon King's crotch and caught the falling Qi Zijun. Qi Zijun quickly gasped for breath, patting her chest. Zhuiming carried Qi Zijun and leaped back two steps, distancing himself from Ximen.

Qi Zijun quickly adjusted his breathing and sat cross-legged on the back of the Tibetan Mastiff, Zhui Ming. He turned a light axle with several small bells on its cylinder, which jingled as he turned it. Qi Zijun closed his eyes slightly and continuously chanted Tibetan mantras. These mantras were quite different from those he usually recited; legend has it that they were the Great Sutra of Mysteries, researched by the Peacock King of Tibetan Buddhism.

The Great Tripitaka is an incomplete and fragmentary book. It is said that several pages ended up in a Tibetan Buddhist temple. Qi Zijun, naturally intelligent, was the first person in Tibet to decipher the esoteric texts within the Great Tripitaka, which is one of the reasons the old abbot accepted him as his disciple. Gradually, the chanting of the scriptures by Qi Zijun alone transformed into the voices of many people. The mischievous demon Ximen clearly saw a peacock flash behind Qi Zijun, its tail feathers spread, and after the feathers opened, a golden Buddha image appeared out of thin air. This illusion lasted only a second.

Ximen Demon King covered his eyes, unable to bear looking at the yellow light emanating from the Buddha, yet the mysterious scriptures simultaneously entered his ears. Ximen Demon King staggered, like a drunkard. Little did he know, his magical power was gradually waning. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qi Zijun suddenly opened his eyes, wielding the light cylinder shaft, and using the momentum of Zhui Ming's back, soared into the air, heading straight for the Mischievous Demon King Ximen Ghost Infant.

Qi Zijun shouted, "Give me back the eighty-one lives from my Lama Temple!" With that, he struck Ximen Demon King on the head with his staff. Instantly, blood splattered everywhere from Ximen Demon King's head; the blood was black, and when it splashed on the ground, it bubbled and gurgled like sulfuric acid. Qi Zijun quickly dodged, afraid of touching the black, ghostly blood. This blow hadn't killed Ximen Demon King; instead, it enraged him. Ximen Ghost Infant's once handsome features immediately became distorted and twisted.

Ximen clutched the wound on his head, and the gushing ghost blood miraculously stopped. The ghost infant Ximen twisted his face, his neck turning sharply to the sides with a 'clucking' sound. Suddenly, he roared, and a powerful gust of yin wind spewed from his mouth towards Qi Zijun. Zhuiming also noticed the strength of this yin wind and took two steps in front of Qi Zijun, hoping to shield his master from the evil force.

As the evil wind gradually dissipated, Qi Zijun looked up and saw that Ximen Guiying's two tiger teeth had already emerged, reaching all the way to his chin. Qi Zijun inwardly cried out, "My god! This is no ordinary ghost! Just those two tiger teeth alone surpass a zombie!" ===================================================================================== Chapter Ten: Buddha's Hand - Yi Ge's Spirit - Collected and Organized by

The sky, once clear and bright, was now covered in dark clouds, shrouded in a chilling aura. It seemed the mischievous Ximen was about to get serious. As Qi Zijun pondered this, he unscrewed the tube of the light cylinder, pulling out a tattered scroll, rolled several times, covered in dense Tibetan script. The handle of the cylinder also held a secret; with a gentle twist, it detached from the tube, revealing a sharp dagger. Ximen, now in a frenzied state, didn't care about anything else. In a flash, Ximen floated back in front of Qi Zijun. Qi Zijun wasn't stupid; he wouldn't make the same mistake again. He roared, "Chase Life!"

Before Ximen Mowang could even make a move in front of Qi Zijun, the Tibetan Mastiff Zhuiming pounced. Ximen Mowang didn't take the Mastiff seriously; the instant Zhuiming leaped into the air, Ximen Mowang kicked the massive Mastiff aside. The Mastiff lay on the ground trying to get up but failed; now it could only watch helplessly as its master suffered. Qi Zijun wasn't idle either. Taking advantage of the moment Ximen Mowang pulled back his foot, she thrust her axe-handled dagger, accompanied by a gust of wind, into Ximen Mowang's thigh. Ximen Mowang roared, and Qi Zijun was thrown back, landing on the side.

Zhuiming crawled slowly towards Qi Zijun, its claws digging into the ground. It believed they were doomed, but if it was going to die, it would die before its master—truly worthy of being called the guardian deity of Tibet, the Tibetan Mastiff. Qi Zijun, who had never been defeated before, suffered severe injuries to his chest and back from the fall, coughing up blood. Looking at the scroll in his hand, Qi Zijun said, "Damn it, just one step away."

Foul-smelling white smoke billowed from the wound on Ximen Demon King's leg, a truly disgusting sight. With a half-smile, Ximen Demon King pulled the dagger from his thigh, tossed it to the ground, and walked towards Qi Zijun. The old abbot had once told Qi Zijun about Ximen Demon King's weakness: if his undergarment was removed, his magical power would vanish completely. Qi Zijun sighed, "I regret not practicing my skills properly back then; now I'm in this state." Looking at Ximen Demon King's disgusted face as he approached, Qi Zijun thought to himself, "I'm doomed." Suddenly, he smelled a fragrance—not the usual kind, but the scent of incense emanating from a burner. Following the fragrance, Qi Zijun looked towards the doorway, and a smile bloomed on his face.

Ximen Demon King noticed the change in Qi Zijun's expression and turned to look at the doorway. There stood two young men: one a little over 1.7 meters tall, wearing a green cotton-padded jacket, holding a small bottle; the other a slender young man over 1.8 meters tall, holding three lit incense sticks. Indeed, they were Zhou Qiang and Xie Qifeng from the Qi Yi Sect. Ximen Demon King was completely bewildered and asked, "Who are you two little beasts?"

"Your father," Zhou Qiang replied with a disdainful expression. If Zhou Qiang knew that Ximen Guiying's father was Ximen Qing, he certainly wouldn't have said that. Xie Qifeng nudged Zhou Qiang with his elbow and whispered, "Senior brother, don't go too far with your words." Then he cleared his throat and said righteously, "Old ghost, we are from the Qi Yi Sect, and we've come to take you down today!" Qi Yi Sect? Ximen Demon King had a vague impression of it; wasn't that the small sect those two old witches had mentioned? Thinking about it, he couldn't help but laugh.

Zhou Qiang turned his head, spat, and pointed at Ximen Demon King, saying, "Old ghost, your smile is uglier than your cry. Watch how I deal with you." He then gave a wink to someone in the distance. Ximen Demon King was puzzled. Had this kid gone mad from learning magic? There were only a few people around; why was he talking to thin air? However, he didn't notice a plume of black smoke slowly approaching him from behind. The source of this smoke was the ghost-raising bottle in Zhou Qiang's hand. Suddenly, the black smoke accelerated abruptly, transforming into a Fiendish Dragon with a 'whoosh'. By the time Ximen Demon King realized something was wrong, it was too late; the Fiendish Dragon had already immobilized his limbs. Zhou Qiang whispered to Xie Qifeng, "Junior brother, go protect Qi Zijun. I'll handle the rest."

Zhou Qiang usually took the lead in showing off, so Xie Qifeng resignedly helped Qi Zijun up. Zhou Qiang habitually sniffed, then grabbed the Soul-Destroying Arrow and charged forward like a streak of purple light. Ximen Demon King's eyes lit up; he knew he was in trouble. This unassuming kid was actually a Seven-Life Purple Qi cultivator, practically a half-immortal, possessing the ability to exorcise ghosts. Even Yama, the King of Hell, wouldn't dare take him. Furthermore, the small dagger in the kid's hand, seemingly ordinary, actually gleamed with a chilling light, like a fiery blade. If he were to actually stab him, it would be disastrous.

As he pondered, sweat beaded on Ximen Demon King's forehead. He had only been careless, wanting to see what the Qi Yi Sect was all about, which was why he had been trapped. Besides, how could a single evil spirit possibly trap Ximen Ghost Infant, one of the Four Demons of Chaos? Now that Ximen Ghost Infant dared not be careless, he suddenly turned his head 180 degrees to face the evil spirit Cheng Long. This was something Cheng Long hadn't anticipated, and before he could react, Ximen Demon King's two sharp fangs bit into his shoulder. Despite the pain, Cheng Long didn't let go. However, this bite wasn't as simple as he had imagined. Each of the two fangs had two small openings at its tip; one was for sucking the yin energy of ghosts, and the other for sucking the yang energy of living beings.

Jackie Chan couldn't take it anymore and collapsed to the side. In such a short time, the Demonic Jackie Chan's five years of cultivation had been absorbed by the Ghost Infant Ximen. The Ghost Infant Ximen turned its head back, and seeing Zhou Qiang's angry face less than three centimeters away, it was startled. Just as it was about to turn away to create distance, Zhou Qiang shouted, "Where do you think you're going!" and grabbed Ximen's ghostly hand, pulling it back. The Demon King Ximen, a veteran of countless battles, naturally knew how to deal with this move. Ximen turned around and kicked Zhou Qiang. Perhaps Zhou Qiang had stumbled upon this by accident, or perhaps it was just a coincidence.

Zhou Qiang intended to use the Soul-Destroying Thorn to stab it, but Ximen Demon King's body didn't return; instead, it kicked out, the kick actively responding to the Soul-Destroying Thorn. As a result, Ximen cried out "Ouch!" clutching his left foot, a bloody hole already pierced by the Soul-Destroying Thorn. Qi Zijun, standing to the side, slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "Excellent technique!" Suddenly remembering something, she whispered in Xie Qifeng's ear, "Xie Qifeng, go and remove the undergarment from Ximen Demon King's body. I have a way to deal with him." Xie Qifeng hummed in agreement, secretly sighing that it was finally his turn to unleash his power.

Thinking it over, Xie Qifeng smirked, pulled out his Kongming Fan from behind his back, and shouted to Zhou Qiang, "Senior Brother, get out of the way!" Ximen Demon King, limping, still tried to attack Zhou Qiang, but Zhou Qiang, hearing Xie Qifeng's words, dodged to the side. Xie Qifeng fanned the Kongming Fan three times at Ximen Demon King in the distance, and a bolt of lightning appeared in the gloomy sky, striking Ximen Demon King squarely. As everyone expected, the lightning didn't kill Ximen Demon King, but Xie Qifeng had already achieved his desired result. Ximen Demon King's hair was a mess, he was swaying unsteadily, and most importantly, his red undergarment was torn to shreds.

After resting for a moment, the evil spirit Cheng Long slowly stood up. Seeing this, Xie Qifeng hurriedly shouted, "Senior brother, Cheng Long, quickly use the great fire of the Ghost Relic!" Cheng Long and Zhou Qiang exchanged a glance, and two flames of different colors shot from two directions towards the same target—Ximen Demon King. With a 'whoosh,' the two flames gradually extinguished on Ximen Demon King's body, revealing that his upper body was now almost completely naked.

Qi Zijun had already prepared for battle. He unfolded the fragment of the Great Treasury of Mysterious Scripture, which he had taken from the light cylinder shaft, and it was more than two meters long. After Zhou Qiang finished breathing fire, taking advantage of Ximen Demon King's dazed state, Qi Zijun held one end of the fragment of the Great Treasury of Mysterious Scripture, while the Tibetan Mastiff chased after him, carrying the other end of the fragment in its mouth, and ran towards Ximen Demon King.

Having been electrocuted and burned, Ximen Mowang was not only in pain but also dizzy. He could only watch helplessly as a man and a dog ran towards him. Qi Zijun and the Tibetan Mastiff Zhui Ming circled around Ximen Mowang, tightly wrapping the tattered pages of the Great Canon of Mysterious Scripture around him. Only then did Ximen Mowang regain some consciousness, because he felt as if the yin energy all over his body had been absorbed by the paper on his body. Not only that, he also felt an intense heat spreading from his heart. The indescribable pain caused him to writhe on the ground, screaming deafeningly.

Qi Zijun mounted Zhui Ming's back and hid to the side, reciting the Great Treasury of Mysterious Scriptures towards the trapped Ximen Demon King. Suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky formed a vortex above Ximen Demon King's head. A beam of yellow Buddhist light shone from the center of the vortex, illuminating Ximen Demon King. Ximen Demon King screamed in agony as if he had been splashed with sulfuric acid. Looking again at the center of the vortex in the sky, a benevolent hand appeared, slowly pressing down. On one of the fingers, several black characters were clearly written. Zhou Qiang murmured and read aloud: "The Great Sage Equal to Heaven was here!"

With a 'thud,' a large hand landed on Ximen Demon King's body and twisted it a few times. A gust of wind blew up, forcing everyone present to cover their eyes. Xie Qifeng, shielding his eyes and covering his hair with one hand, cursed, "Damn evil wind, it messed up my hairstyle."

The wind howled for a full minute, and when everyone opened their eyes, the sky had cleared. The Demon King Ximen was gone, leaving only the Great Buddhist Canon lying intact to one side, next to a pool of ghostly blood. Zhou Qiang rubbed his nose with his index finger, sighed, and asked, "Zijun, did the Demon King come here?" Xie Qifeng, while putting away his Kongming Fan, added, "Is that even a question? Look at the corpses of those lamas on the ground!"

Zhou Qiang nodded and then asked, "Did the troublemaker from your temple escape?" Qi Zijun was truly defeated by this half-mentally challenged Zhou Qiang and said helplessly, "What we just dealt with was the troublemaker Ximen Guiying from our Tantric Lama temple." Zhou Qiang suddenly remembered something and quickly asked, "Does that mean the troublemaker from Maoshan has already gone to Hebei?" No one answered, because this was something no one wanted to see.

Zhou Qiang swallowed hard and said, "Then we need to hurry back to Hebei to help Master." He then looked at Qi Zijun, "Zijun, are you coming with us?" Xie Qifeng quietly walked to Zhou Qiang's side, nudged him, and gestured towards the numerous corpses on the ground. Zhou Qiang sighed, put away the Soul-Destroying Thorn, summoned back the Fiendish Dragon, and turned to leave the temple with Xie Qifeng.

"Wait! I'll come find you after I've buried my junior brothers' bodies. You go ahead first. I apologize to you all, and..." He paused, "thank you for saving me."

Zhou Qiang and Xie Qifeng didn't turn their heads, waved their hands behind them, and said in unison, "It's nothing to mention." =================================================================================== Chapter Eleven: Omens - Yi Ge's Spirit - Collected and organized by

After Zhou Qiang and Xie Qifeng left, Qi Zijun finally couldn't suppress his emotions and burst into tears. The Tibetan Mastiff chased after him to a corner of the temple and began digging a pit. When the pit was nearly finished, the Mastiff wagged its tail and ran to Qi Zijun. Qi Zijun nodded knowingly, then carefully placed the bodies of the two dead lamas into the pit. In this way, it took the man and the dog a whole day to bury all the lamas' bodies. Qi Zijun went into the main hall, sat on a prayer mat, and sighed. This was the first time in his life he had felt such desolation. After helping Zhou Qiang eliminate the troublemaker, he still had to return here to become the new abbot of the Tantric sect. An immense pressure swept over him, and overnight Qi Zijun's hair turned white. Just as dawn broke, he finally couldn't bear it any longer and fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Zhou Qiang and Xie Qifeng also boarded the train. Both were extremely anxious. Seeing so many corpses of lamas in the temple, they thought this mysterious person and the troublemaker from Maoshan might be very powerful. The first thing Zhou Qiang did after boarding was to call the village head of Yinfeng Village. When the call connected, Zhou Qiang asked nervously, "Uncle, this is Zhou Qiang. Could you please come to my house and check on my master? If he's safe, please call me back. This is extremely urgent, please help me."

The village head answered the phone. Hearing Zhou Qiang's tone, he sensed the gravity of the matter and knew it couldn't be delayed. If it were ruined by him, Zhou Qiang and his companion wouldn't let him off easily. With that thought, the village head grunted and hung up. He hurriedly dressed and prepared to leave, but was stopped by Qian Qiuyue, who lived at his house. Seeing his hasty manner, Qian Qiuyue couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, where are you going in such a hurry?"

As the village head mounted his bicycle, he said, "Zhou Qiang just called to say that Mr. Le Shui might be in danger, so I'm going to check on him right away. I can't help with anything else, but I can at least warn him. After all, everyone in the village has received help from old man Le Shui, and as the village head, I have a responsibility to him. I'm off." With that, he sped off on his old bicycle at lightning speed.

Qian Qiuyue returned to her room and lay on the bed, tossing and turning. She wasn't interested in whether Old Man Leshui was alive or dead, because her heart only belonged to Xie Qifeng. However, if anything happened to Old Man Leshui, Xie Qifeng would definitely be heartbroken, which she didn't want to see. With that thought, she jumped out of bed, opened her bag, and saw two bloody human heads, a straw doll, a worm-taming implement, and other magical artifacts. Qian Qiuyue took a deep breath, picked up her bag, and quickly went out the door.

The village head rode his bicycle to Old Man Leshui's house, threw it down with a bang, and rudely slammed the gate open. Inside, he saw Old Man Leshui sitting in the main hall. Strangely, Old Man Leshui was wearing a brightly colored, patched-up shirt—or rather, a shirt made entirely of patches. On the back of the shirt were two large red characters: 'Qi Yi' (meaning "Easy Qi"). The village head quickly ran up to him and asked, "Mr. Leshui, are you alright? Your apprentice, Zhou Qiang, called me saying he was worried something had happened to you, so I rushed over to check on you."

Upon hearing the village head's voice, Old Man Leshui smiled kindly and said, "Hehe, what could possibly be wrong with me? Is there anything in this area that I can't handle?" He then sighed, "That Zhou Qiang kid is really something, not letting you take a proper nap in the middle of the day, and making you come all this way for nothing. I'll give him a good talking to when I get back." The village head, sensing that Old Man Leshui was just stalling, said, "Mr. Leshui, how about this? You can stay at my house for a few days, and then go back to your place when your apprentice returns. Or I can stay with you a little longer."

Upon hearing this, Old Man Leshui laughed and said, "It's really nothing, why are you so nervous? Having Lexi with me is enough, haha." The village head, seeing Old Man Leshui bring up the deceased Lexi, became frightened and grabbed Old Man Leshui's hand, saying, "Alright then, you must take good care of yourself. If anything happens to you, the whole village will blame me. Okay, I'm leaving now, your apprentice is waiting for me to call him back. I'll come see you again when I have time." He then quietly closed the door, got on his bicycle, and left. Old Man Leshui snorted. It seemed the mischievous demon from Tibet had been rescued. This time, he would settle this score with them properly. Thinking this, Old Man Leshui grabbed the Qi Yi Stick beside him and squeezed it hard. This score traced back to Old Man Leshui's master, Master Kuxing. Master Kuxing's death was caused by the mischievous demon Ba Yang. At the time, Ba Yang was imprisoned in the home of the Maoshan sect leader. Now that Ba Yang had been released, this was also an opportunity for Old Man Leshui to avenge himself.

Upon returning home, the village head immediately called Zhou Qiang back, informing him that Old Man Leshui was safe and sound, and that Zhou Qiang could rest assured. Zhou Qiang didn't want to make things difficult for the village head, so he didn't say anything more. Xie Qifeng, who had overheard everything, said to him after Zhou Qiang hung up, "Senior brother, we still have a day before we get home. Release Chenglong and tell him to go home and protect Old Man Leshui, okay?" Zhou Qiang nodded in agreement, then took out the ghost-raising bottle and released the evil ghost Chenglong, who perched on the window. Zhou Qiang turned his head and muttered something to Chenglong. The outsiders in the car, seeing that the child was so young and already mentally ill, couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh. After hearing Zhou Qiang's words, the evil ghost Chenglong turned into a wisp of black smoke and vanished instantly.

The speed at which ghosts fly is astonishing, but no one in this era has been able to calculate the exact speed. Even those who study the supernatural have not researched it. All of this awaits an expert to explore and discover.

A taxi pulled into Yinfeng Village. An elderly man in his seventies sitting next to the driver said casually, "Stop here." The driver braked, glanced at the meter, and grinned at the old man, saying, "Grandpa, that'll be four hundred yuan." The old man grunted and reached into his inner pocket. Suddenly, a sawing sound came from behind: "No need, I have some here." A withered, yellowed hand extended a wad of cash and handed it to the driver. The driver was stunned when he saw the money, stammering, "This...this...this is ghost money. How am I supposed to spend it?"

The owner of the arm chuckled maliciously and said, "You can spend it now." He tossed the money into the driver's hand, and in the instant his head was lowered, his five long fingernails slashed into the driver's head. The driver's head convulsed as the arm absorbed his vital energy. With a 'smack,' the driver slumped onto the steering wheel, dead. The old man beside the driver gasped, wondering if releasing this scoundrel was a good thing or a bad thing. ==================================================================================== Chapter Twelve: Patched Clothes - Yi Ge's Spirit - Collected and Organized by

The three got out of the taxi; Old Man Leshui's house was just steps away. Only a wooden door separated Old Man Leshui from the three mysterious men, but he could already feel the murderous aura emanating from them. Old Man Leshui stood up, gripped his Qi-Changing Staff tightly, and a smug smile appeared on his face. The older of the mysterious men knocked on the wooden door, but hesitated when there was no response. The ruthless Demon Lord Yang shouted, "Go in! Hurry up!" His tone was like a superior ordering a subordinate. The middle-aged mysterious man beside him, also intimidated by the voice, stood silently to the side.

Seeing that the old man still wouldn't move, Ba Yang shoved him inside with a single palm strike. Luckily, the mysterious man was also a trained fighter; he lunged forward, braced himself, and somersaulted, like a monkey performer. All three entered, and the mysterious man, in his fifties, turned and slammed the door shut. It seemed they were determined to kill Old Man Le Shui today. Old Man Le Shui remained motionless, still wearing a smile.

Despite being only a few years younger than Old Man Le Shui, the two mysterious men felt a chill run down their spines upon seeing his eerie smile. They glanced around, fearing a trap or mechanism. The Demon Lord Yang viciously pulled off his raincoat hood, glaring with his pupil-less eyes, and said with disdain, "So you're the disciple of the Ascetic? And blind at that? Heh. Seeing your advanced age, you'd better obediently release the Yin Heavy Demon, and I might spare your life." Old Man Le Shui tightened his Qi-Changing Staff under his elbows, slowly adjusting his patched clothes, and said nonchalantly, "Who goes there?"

Whether the old man was genuinely foolish or feigning ignorance was unclear, the older, mysterious man stepped forward and answered, "I am the eldest disciple of the Witchcraft Sect, my name is Shi Wei." He then pointed to his junior brother beside him, "This is my junior brother, his name is Tai Jingke." The old man seemed to have grasped a profound truth, nodding heavily and saying calmly, "Good boy. Answer my questions." This infuriated Shi Wei and his brother, but without the help of the ruthless demon Ba Yang, they were unsure of their chances.

The old man, Le Shui, then addressed Ba Yang, "And what are you?" Ba Yang thought to himself, "You don't even recognize me? You dare call yourself a big shot in the supernatural world?" With that thought, Ba Yang arrogantly declared, "I am the Mischievous Demon Ba Yang! Scared yet? Hahahaha!" Ba Yang thought that after hearing this, the old man, Le Shui, would tremble with fear and beg for mercy. But the result was beyond Ba Yang's expectations. The old man, Le Shui, burst into laughter and said, "It's you! I was wondering who farted so stinky just now, you evil spirit! Open your dog eyes and look at what I'm wearing!" As he spoke, the old man, Le Shui, shook his shirt, a complex smile appearing on his face.

The mischievous Ba Yang blinked, took a deep breath, and muttered softly, "A patchwork robe!" Seeing Ba Yang's panic, Shi Wei and Tai Jingke stepped forward and asked, "Demon King, what's wrong? It's just a patchwork robe, isn't it? It only means their family is poor." Ba Yang slapped Tai Jingke across the face. Shi Wei secretly sighed, thankful he hadn't said anything. Ba Yang cursed, "What do you know?" He then turned his gaze back to the patchwork robe, "This is the robe that old bastard Ku Xing wore." He only said half of the sentence; the second half, 'Ku Xing sealed himself up while wearing this robe,' remained unspoken, afraid of embarrassing himself.

Legend has it that the first person to wear the Hundred Families Robe was a beggar, who was also a successor of one of the leaders of the Qi Yi School. At that time, the Qi Yi School was far less famous than it is now; its fame referred to the supernatural world, not public reputation. This beggar, as a successor of the Qi Yi School, was naturally a good person at heart and knew some exorcism magic. Whenever he saw someone's house haunted or beset by evil spirits, he would go to their door and offer to perform rituals. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. In other words, if a beggar said he could exorcise a ghost for you, would you believe him? Almost everyone agreed that the beggar was just there to freeload.

However, this beggar also inherited the fine tradition of the Qi Yi Sect, which is to have a never-give-up spirit. Finally, he got his chance. Once, a poor family in the city had a child who fell seriously ill, so the poor family carried the child and hurried to the pharmacy. They happened to be caught by the beggar lying at the door begging for food. The beggar looked closely and found that there was a rope around the child's neck that was invisible to ordinary people, and a little green ghost was standing on the child's head, pulling the rope upwards with all its might. Seeing the child's pain, the beggar was moved with kindness again.

A short while later, the poor man, carrying his child, walked out of the pharmacy, crying. The beggar knew without a doubt that the unscrupulous doctor had demanded exorbitant prices, which the poor man couldn't afford. The beggar didn't immediately offer help, but quietly followed the poor man to their house. The family was incredibly poor; aside from having a wife and child, the poor man was practically no different from a beggar. Finally, the beggar couldn't bear it any longer and, with a thick skin, ran into the poor man's cramped and exposed house. Seeing a beggar enter his house, the poor man assumed the beggar had come for food and felt a pang of sympathy. He sighed and said to the beggar, "Brother, if you don't mind, please have a meal at my house. Although my family is poor, we can afford it. Eat and drink your fill, then leave; I have to take care of my family."

The beggar nodded with a grin, thanked him, and sat down on the bench made from a tree stump. Seeing the child lying on the bed, and the little demon still tugging at the invisible rope, he coughed and, taking advantage of everyone's inattention, glared fiercely at the green demon as a warning. The little demon, realizing the beggar could see it, hid behind the child, becoming more discreet. A moment later, the poor man's wife brought several bowls of hot porridge to the table. The poor man said apologetically, "Brother, please forgive me, we can't afford anything good to eat. Please make do with this."

The beggar chuckled and replied, then feigned ignorance, asking, "Brother, what illness does your child have?" Speaking of his child, the poor man's face darkened, and he said weakly, "I don't know what illness he has. I just know he struggles to breathe every day, and he's almost died a few times. I live in constant fear. I finally saved up some money to take him to the doctor, but the old scoundrel at the pharmacy said I had to pay three taels of silver first," he said, his eyes widening as he looked at the beggar. "Three taels! That's more than we poor people can afford in several years!" The couple silently wiped away their tears.

The beggar finished his porridge, let out a burp, and said, "Has this child been to any dead people's homes or cemeteries recently? I don't think he's sick; he's just being haunted." The poor man gasped, muttering, "Haunted?" He then recalled that the last time the child went out to play, he brought back some paper money meant for burning to the dead. It was from then on that the child developed this strange illness. As he thought about it, sweat beaded on the poor man's forehead. What if an evil spirit really was possessing the child? The beggar chuckled and said, "Brother and sister-in-law, don't worry. Now that I'm here, everything's fine. Brother, go get a piece of yellow paper."

In ancient times, every household had yellow paper. People would burn it as an offering to the gods during festivals, seeking blessings. This was a tradition; even the poorest families in the area had yellow paper, except for homeless beggars. While the poor man went to get the yellow paper, the beggar had already bitten his finger. He snatched the paper from the poor man's hand, quickly wrote a Qi Yi diagram, grabbed the diagram, and rushed to the child's bed. He then stuck the diagram onto the green ghost on the child's back, instantly revealing the ghost's form. This startled the poor couple, who quickly hid to the side.

Fortunately, the little green imp was weak; the aura clung to him like a plaster, absorbing his yin energy. The beggar tightened his grip, and the imp gushed into a puddle of green liquid. In this way, the beggar saved the child's life. Afterwards, the poor man, tears streaming down his face, vowed to repay the beggar. The beggar, knowing the poor man was destitute, noticed a patch in the corner. He picked it up, smiling, and said to the poor man, "Thank you, brother. I'll take this patch." With that, he strode away, and his figure became a common sight in the city once more.

His fame spread far and wide, and poor people would come to this beggar to exorcise ghosts and ward off evil spirits. The beggar would only take a patch from the poor people's homes, and this gradually became the rule. Over time, more and more patches were collected, and finally, a kind person sewed them into a garment, which the beggar named "The Garment of a Hundred Families." Don't underestimate this Garment of a Hundred Families; it is one of the treasures that the Qi Yi School has passed down to this day.

The "Hundred-Family Garment" is made from patches sewn together by many families. This garment gathers the yang energy from many people, and when worn by an ordinary person, it is believed to ward off evil spirits; legend says that ghosts and monsters will not appear beyond three miles. If someone skilled in the arts wears it, it will naturally have even greater benefits. ======================================================================================= Chapter Thirteen: The Battle of Life and Death - The Spirit of Brother Yi - Collected and organized by

Even the mischievous Ba Yang was intimidated by the old man's imposing presence. The old man's elaborate robes alone suggested he was no ordinary cultivator. Moreover, despite the impending doom, the old man showed no fear, instead sporting an enigmatic smile. Ba Yang began to regret not waiting to reunite with Ximen Guiying before making his move. Despite his regret, Ba Yang didn't show it. Having come this far, he couldn't back down in front of the two juniors. Thinking it over, Ba Yang tentatively asked, "Blind man, do you know Ximen Guiying? He'll be coming to take your life soon. You'd better release Yin Chong Mo quickly."