Chapter 394

Shi Xuan picked up the ink-colored porcelain cup and slowly took a sip. He only felt a burst of cold air pass directly from his throat to his lower abdomen, and then spread to his whole body. He felt a little refreshed. After a while, he praised, "Good tea, really good tea!"

Han Shijin was slightly proud, but when he saw the ink-colored teacup in Shi Xuan's hand, he said, "It's a pity that this good tea doesn't have a good teacup. Several sets of porcelain at home for burial don't match this tea. Only this ink-colored teacup is a little better. What a pity, what a pity. "He looked really regretful.

"Then why didn't Old Han let his children and grandchildren provide a few more sets?" Shi Xuan was a little puzzled.

"It's not that easy. We can't leave this grave. We can only go home three times a year during the big ceremony in the ancestral hall. But it's always early in the morning. Yin and Yang are separated, so close yet worlds apart. We can't talk about it, and we can't stay at night and visit them in their dreams." Han Shijin rarely talked to a stranger, so he couldn't help but be a little naggy.

Shi Xuan thought of Madam Fang. "But Old Han, after all these years, you should have some skills in spells, right?"

Han Shijin waved his hand. "People like us can't be compared to those evil spirits that rely on Yin Qi to exist. After so many years, we can only control the burned paper dolls and floating tea trays and teacups. Speaking of which, if we really go all out, we can still forcibly enter the dreams of our blood relatives here, but it will consume a lot of origin power. It's not worth it. It's not worth it. "

Shi Xuan had only read the notes of some Daoist seniors, so he could only be regarded as having a superficial understanding in this area. At this time, when he heard Han Shijin's words, he listened with great interest. Chu Wan 'er, who was beside him, kept eating fruits, but she still divided some attention to listen to her master and the old grandpa. It was as if she was listening to a ghost story.

"Oh, how does Old Han know that it's not worth it?"

"My father once appeared in my dreams to warn me, so he consumed his origin power. When I became old, my father completely dissipated in a few years. He didn't live as long as my mother. My mother passed away before my father, but after I became old, she dissipated more than 30 years later. That's why I said it. "Han Shijin explained.

Although Han Jing had passed away many years ago, he was still very young when he died. All these years, he had been trapped in the tomb of the dead, unable to go out, so his mind had only grown a few years older. Now, seeing Chu Wan'er, this beautiful older sister, eating fruits with a smile on her face, he could not suppress his curiosity. Quietly, he slipped out from his mother Wei Shi's embrace and floated in front of Chu Wan'er.

Just as Chu Wan'er was about to grab another fruit, a small, white, and slightly transparent hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed the fruit before her. Wan'er looked over, but it was a child with pigtails. She didn't dare to be impolite, so she secretly used her eyes to attack him.

Therefore, when his white chubby hand passed through the fruit, he couldn't pick it up no matter how hard he tried. This happened several times, and he almost cried. Shi Xuan and Old Han noticed what Chu Wan 'er and Han were doing.

Actually, Shi Xuan and Old Han's family had noticed what Chu Wan 'er and Han Jing were doing. However, they were all children, so they just let them play and continued talking to each other. A few women sat quietly at the side, not daring to interrupt, but always looked curiously at the living people they hadn't talked to for so many years.

"I see. Oh right, Han Weng, you said there are only three or four small Daoist sects on this Mt. Xiao, what are the details?" After exchanging pleasantries, Shi Xuan cut to the chase.

Seeing Han Jing on the verge of tears, Chu Wan 'er quickly picked up a fruit to coax him. Who knew that the fruit would actually pass through Han Jing's face and come out from the back of his head, startling Chu Wan' er. She leaned back and pulled on Shi Xuan's sleeve. Under Shi Xuan's reassuring gaze, she became curious again, poking the fruit back and forth on Han Jing's body. Watching her hand pass through Han Jing's body, her eyes shone with excitement.

Han Shijin squinted his eyes and stroked his beard as he recalled, "This old man has been dead for almost fifty years. Back then, there was a big Daoist sect on Mt. Xiao called the Ghost War Sect. There were more than a hundred people in the sect, and they were famous for a time. Unfortunately, thirty years ago, they declined for some reason. Now, there are only five or six people in the Ghost War Sect, and they are often bullied by the other two small sects, the White Bone Sect and the Ghost Refining Sect.

How miserable. "When Shi Xuan heard about the Ghost War Sect, he thought of the 'Great Ghost War Art' and the Soul Enchanting Banner that used to be called the White Bone Soul Enchanting Banner. Could it be that the Ghost War Sect declined because of Lao Dao's death on Mt. Tongxuan? However, seeing that Han Shijin didn't seem to understand, he could only ask something else," What about the White Bone Sect and the Ghost Refining Sect? "

"Shi Michinaga, think about it. This Ghost War Sect only has five or six people, and they are being jointly suppressed by the other two sects. Yet, they are still able to exist on Mt. Mang. The strength of these two sects can be imagined. They are definitely not the Daoist sect that Daoist priest is looking for," Han Shijin said half-jokingly.

Shi Xuan thought that this was indeed the case. "Then, is there anything strange about this Mt. Xiao?"

"No, no. This Mt. Mang is only this tall and big. Every year, there are countless people who come to visit and worship. If there was something strange, it would have been discovered long ago." Han Shijin shook his head.

The two of them chatted for a while until Chu Wan'er was tired of playing. Only then did Shi Xuan pull her up and bid farewell to Madam Han's family. Han Shijin and his family sent them all the way to the door of the tomb. Chu Wan'er's arms were stuffed with a bag of various fruits.

"Han Weng, please stop here." Shi Xuan turned around at the door and bid farewell to Han Shijin again.

Han Shijin sighed and said, "In these fifty years, Shi Michinaga is the first living person to visit my residence. He also made me and my family feel a connection to the world of the living. Our hearts are filled with joy. After this farewell, I don't know when we will meet again. I'm afraid that by then, I will no longer be in this world and will disappear between heaven and earth. "

"Han Weng, what do you mean?"

"These past few years, I have felt that my body is slowly dissipating. I think I have exhausted too much when I was alive and damaged my foundation. I don't have as much time as others. I'm afraid that I will die in the next one or two years." Han Shijin sighed sorrowfully.

"Father!" "Father-In-Law!" "Grandfather!" "Great-grandfather!" Other than Han Jing, the rest of the Han family members called out to Han Shijin sadly. However, they all looked helpless.

Shi Xuan could only comfort them with a few words and bid farewell again. Then, he pulled Chu Wan'er, who was waiting impatiently, and left the Han family.

After a few steps, he heard Han Shijin shout, "Shi Michinaga, I just remembered something. If you want to search for immortals, you can go to Huilong Temple in Luojing and try. I've heard the royal family's elders mention that it is where the real immortals live."

Shi Xuan was surprised to hear this news and was overjoyed. He turned around and bowed respectfully, "Thank you, Han Weng! I can't thank you enough. "

After bidding farewell to the ghosts of the Han family, Shi Xuan continued to walk into the mountains with Chu Wan'er. Although he knew from Han Shijin that there were only two or three small doors and that there was no value in searching, Shi Xuan was not a child. He believed what Han Shijin said. He had to search by himself before returning.

"Master, those don't look like ghosts!" Chu Wan'er held Shi Xuan's hand and asked.

"Oh, Wan'er, didn't you …" Shi Xuan made a wriggling motion.

Chu Wan'er rolled her eyes, "At that time, I believed that they were ghosts and that they were floating. But it was different from what Wan'er knew. They had homes, they had food and drinks, and they spoke like … well, they weren't fierce at all. They really didn't look like ghosts!"

Shi Xuan laughed secretly, "Then, Wan'er, what do you think ghosts should look like?"

"Well, green faces and fangs. They have a head but no body. They have a body but no head. They have eyes but no mouth. They have a mouth but no nose. Their intestines are rotten. That's more like it." Chu Wan'er actually said so much in one breath. It was completely different from the words she wanted to say just now. He didn't know where she heard it from.

"Where did you hear it from?" Shi Xuan began to tell Chu Wan'er about the ghost path and the difference between ordinary ghosts and evil ghosts.

Chu Wan'er whispered as she listened, "That's what people say."

The two of them chatted as they walked. On the way, they actually met two evil spirits. Unfortunately, their cultivation was shallow and they hadn't even regained their intelligence. Shi Xuan's Golden Blade Divine Wind Slash took care of them. This satisfied Chu Wan 'er's curiosity for no reason. She finally saw the evil spirits with green faces and sharp fangs, as well as the evil spirits with their guts pierced through. It wasn't a waste for Wan' er to not sleep well at night and follow her master up this cold and windy mountain.

When they walked to a secret place, Shi Xuan saw a building complex. There were many houses and the appearance was quite luxurious. There were pictures of evil ghosts carved on them. They looked a little gloomy. It was a pity that they were dilapidated. It seemed like no one had repaired them for a long time.

When they walked to the main door, there was a slanted horizontal board with the words "Ghost Battle Sect" written on it. Shi Xuan smiled secretly. He encountered this sect so quickly. It was better to go in and take a look.

He carried Chu Wan'er and used the Aura Concealment Incantation under her curious gaze. The two of them slowly faded into the air until they couldn't be seen. Chu Wan'er's clear voice sounded, "Master, master! Is this the Invisibility Technique?! It's so fun! Wan'er wants to learn it! "

Shi Xuan hurriedly told her to shut up. Then, he used the Wall Passing Technique. The two of them passed through the green stone wall and entered the Ghost Battle Sect. Chu Wan'er covered her mouth tightly with her small hands. She was afraid that she would accidentally say something because she was too excited. The Immortal Technique was too magical! It was too fun!

Shi Xuan brought Chu Wan'er through a few courtyards. They walked towards the house that was still lit. Then, he poked a small hole to see what the people inside were doing.

Inside were two middle-aged men dressed like Daoist priests. They paid attention to their appearance and had the air of immortals. One of the Daoist priests with a white face and long beard sighed and said to the other person, "Sect Leader Senior Brother, you should follow me down the mountain. This Ghost Battle Sect has long been finished. Why don't you go down the mountain and find some nobles and rich merchants? With our methods, we won't be afraid of not being able to live in glory and splendor.

It's better than staying in this shabby and cold sect! "" Ai, Junior Brother, I know that this is a good plan. However, I was raised by Master since young. Before he died, I promised to take over this sect. How can I abandon the ancestral property and go down the mountain? "The Daoist priest with a black face and short beard also sighed and replied.