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This is a man in his thirties, with dark skin and strong features, and a pair of Peach Blossom Eyes filled with an unshakeable melancholy.
He carries a large box on his back, has a Bag slung at his waist, and wields a Copper Coin Sword in his right hand, which is quite striking.
Glancing at the female corpse lying on the ground, he furrows his brow slightly, revealing a hint of compassion.
The young man leaning against the wall across from him struggles to stand, watching this strange Daoist with caution.
Under his gaze, the Daoist reaches into the Bag tucked in his robes and pulls out a small paper packet, sprinkling the special Red Powder inside over the female corpse.
"Sentient Beings Hold Many Grievances, Grievances Dissolve on Their Own, Karma of This Life must be repaid when one arrives, Broadly Cultivate the Great Dao Method, Liberation from the Sea of Suffering. If one can see the light of day again, Rebirth in the Next Life."
The slightly hoarse Male Voice reaches his ears, gradually calming his terrified heart; it seems that these simple words possess a magical power.
Then, as the powder falls amidst swirling white smoke, the female corpse vanishes without a trace, leaving only a puddle of charred black powder behind.
The young man watches in a daze, realizing he has encountered an Expert; if it weren't for him, today would likely have ended badly.
Having escaped the threat of death, his legs give way and he collapses to the ground, supporting himself with his hands as if kneeling before the Daoist.
After some thought, since he needed to express his gratitude anyway, the young man speaks up: "Thank you, Master, for saving my life!"
Seeing the young man suddenly kneel and thank him, the Daoist's expression shifts slightly as he replies softly: "No need to thank me; it is my duty as a Taoist to eliminate evil and uphold justice."
With that, he places the Copper Coin Sword back into the Bag and with a wave of his sleeve, an unnamed wind sweeps through, scattering the black remnants on the ground.
Turning around, just as he was about to leave, the young man suddenly spoke up loudly, "Master, please take me as your disciple!"
"No need."
Seeing that the other party did not stop, the young man hurriedly stood up and quickly ran over.
"Master, please accept me as your disciple."
"I won't accept you."
The Daoist was walking slowly, but the young man quickly overtook him, turning to face the Daoist while walking backward.
"Master, please take me in. Evil forces are rampant now, and chaos is about to arise. I don't want to rely on an expert like you for salvation; I hope to gain some self-defense skills and contribute my share of strength."
The young man's words made the Daoist pause for a moment, his expression shifting slightly.
"How do you know that evil forces are rampant? And how do you know that chaos is about to arise?" The Daoist looked directly at the young man, his expression one of surprise.
The young man felt a stir in his heart and thought to himself that he didn't know anything; he was just making it up. But on the surface, he pretended to be serious. As his mind raced, he came up with a response.
"Intuition."
"Intuition?"
"Yes, during this time I've sensed something amiss. I always feel like a storm is brewing, and it seems I can smell the scent of blood and chaos in the air..."
Listening to the young man's incessant chatter, the Daoist smiled lightly. He could see that the youth knew nothing at all and was just rambling.
Despite his serious expression, if it were someone else, they might have been fooled by him. But he was no fool himself; he had seen through these tricks before.
Seeing that the other party was ignoring him, the young man grew anxious and hurriedly chased after him.
"Master, Master! I can do laundry and cook. I can even bully elementary school students. I can help you level up, and if all else fails, I can warm your bed!"
The Daoist ignored him and slowly walked over to a Mercedes-Benz parked nearby. The bloodstains on the car window were still vivid, with a horrifying dead face pressed against the glass.
The young man, too focused on walking, didn't notice where the Daoist was looking until he turned his head and met a pair of terrified eyes staring back at him.
"Oh my God!"
He fell to the ground in shock, thinking he had seen a ghost again, hiding behind the Daoist and not daring to speak for a long time.
Ignoring the young man's antics, the Daoist took out a phone from his pocket and made a call.
"Director, we need to handle the scene at Garage No. 7. Please send someone over."
"Thank you. Someone will be there shortly. I appreciate it."
After hanging up, the young man's eyes involuntarily glanced at the latest Ren Six model and thought to himself that exorcism was quite a profitable business, even having its own kidney equipment.
The car door was unlocked, and as it swung open, the male corpse that had been leaning against the window suddenly fell out, startling the young man who jumped back in fear, worried that the corpse might suddenly spring to life.
The Daoist's nose twitched as he murmured something, pulling out a bag of glutinous rice from his satchel. He evenly sprinkled it inside the car and over the male corpse.
As the glutinous rice was scattered, wisps of indistinct black mist slowly rose and dissipated into the air.
After completing this task, the Daoist turned to leave.
The young man hurried after him, desperately trying to promote himself. However, the Daoist chose to ignore him.
Once outside the garage, a cold wind blew through, causing the young man to shiver.
Although it was nearing summer, the nights were still quite cool. He had just been scared into a cold sweat, and his clothes were already damp; the cold wind made him feel even chillier.
In the dark sky above, it seemed as if a layer of thick black fog enveloped everything, lingering without resolution.
Looking up at the grayish sky, the Daoist murmured to himself, "Luo Zi, I won't let you cause trouble."
"What?" The young man, still shivering with his arms crossed, heard the Daoist mumbling and asked in confusion.
"Nothing," the Daoist replied with a shake of his head, not answering his question.
"Daoist Priest, seriously, I'm really quite good. You should consider taking me in as your disciple. If that's not possible, I could be your attendant or even a bed warmer..."
As the young man continued to chatter on, the Daoist's expression changed. He pulled out a palm-sized Bagua Wheel.
Holding the compass in his left hand, he pointed at it with his right hand as if wielding a sword, drawing a few lines in the air. A beam of golden light shot into the compass.
Suddenly, the previously motionless pointer began to move, spinning several times before pointing in a specific direction.
"It seems there's work to be done," he murmured softly as he put away the compass.
Noticing that there was more to do, the young man hurriedly pleaded to be taken along.
"The sword is made of ordinary iron; who can be heartless? It can lift heavy burdens lightly, as light as a feather, and heavy as a mountain. It ascends to the heavens and descends to the earth, traversing the realms of the living and the dead. Mastery of Sword Technique, grant me power!"
The Daoist ignored him and instead formed a seal while chanting an incantation. Suddenly, the sword box behind him opened on its own, and a broad Iron Sword flew out, hovering one meter in front of the Daoist.
With a gentle leap, he landed on the Flying Sword. In a flash of sword light, the Daoist vanished into the sky.
The young man watched in awe, still hearing the Daoist's parting words: "Exorcism is far more dangerous than you imagine. Hurry back; this world is truly about to descend into chaos. Don't lose your life."
Looking up at the sky above him, the young man's expression turned yearning, revealing admiration. Finally, his gaze became resolute.
"I will definitely become someone like that!"
(To be continued.)
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