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After restoring everything in the Main Hall, Master walked in from outside and said, "It's still early; let's take a trip and see what's going on with that Spirit God who dares to impersonate Yin Chai."
"Sure." "Okay." "Damn it, how dare he disturb the Earth of the Great One; he's really asking for trouble."
The last remark was made lightly by Master Xiao.
The four of us stepped out and headed southwest.
Master's house was located in the mountains, and coincidentally, the southwest direction led to a hillside without a proper path. However, we were all country folks who had grown up navigating the mountains, so it wasn't a problem.
We walked slowly, taking our time. The three miles weren't too long; we arrived in just a few minutes. Master Pan was particularly sensitive to distances; after walking for about three miles, he decisively called for a stop.
Looking around, it was an ordinary forest. There was nothing unusual except for the slightly strong wind.
Master Pan said this was the spot, but we felt nothing out of the ordinary. Master frowned and took out his compass to examine it closely, saying, "Why is there no response?"
Master Pan replied, "That can't be right; it should be around here. How about we split up? Each person takes a different direction. If you find anything, shout loudly. Don't engage with it yet; let's wait until we're all together." There was a hint of uncertainty in Master Pan's tone; at least in his view, neither I nor Master Xiao could handle that Spirit God.
Master Xiao asked, "What are we looking for, Master? Be specific."
Master Pan retorted impatiently, "We're looking for ghosts! Do you think I'm helping you find a wife?" After saying that, he headed north. Master chuckled and turned west.
Master Xiao looked at me and asked, "What kind of ghost are we looking for? How do we find it?"
I replied, "I'll use the compass to locate it. The wind is too strong here; your method won't work well. I suggest you keep your eyes open. But be careful—if you encounter any Wandering Souls on your way, don't provoke them. Earlier, Master Pan mentioned that the Spirit God is in a stationary state, likely absorbing moonlight to replenish its Yin Qi. So if you see the Spirit God standing still, just shout loudly."
Master Xiao nodded in understanding and then asked where I was heading. I took out my compass and checked before heading south. From what I knew, the probability of encountering a Spirit God in the east was the lowest. Master Xiao tended to be reckless and liked to show off his heroism; besides, he had never encountered that Spirit God before. I worried that he might impulsively confront it when his adrenaline kicked in because I didn't think he stood a chance against it either. Another reason was that going north meant heading downhill, which I wasn't keen on.
As I walked south while keeping an eye on my compass, there was no need to look around since I wasn't searching for anyone specifically. I just needed to walk in the right direction and observe the compass's movements. Master Xiao kept his eyes open because he wasn't accustomed to using a compass; ideally, one should avoid relying on sight as much as possible in such matters.
After walking about a hundred meters without any response, and not hearing anything from my master and the others, I felt puzzled. I had traveled this far, and they must have done the same. How could there be no news of the Spirit God in this area? The discrepancy shouldn't be this large.
Just as I was lost in thought, the needle of the compass in my hand began to shake. I knew that within these few meters, there had to be a presence of the Spirit God. However, the shaking wasn't very pronounced, leading me to believe it might not be the Spirit God after all; perhaps it was just a passing Wandering Soul. But if it were a Wandering Soul, why wasn't it moving?
As I hesitated about whether to open my eyes for verification, I suddenly heard Master Pan shout loudly, "Hey, over here!" His voice rang out like a cuckoo's call in the mountains, clear and distinct.
Knowing that Master Pan must have found the Spirit God, I hesitated for just a moment before turning away from the lingering Spirit God and running toward Master Pan's direction. Just as I took two steps, I heard a clear child's voice beside me say, "Brother, don't go."
I paused for a moment but quickly dismissed it. The Spirit God posed the greatest threat, which was the main reason we had come here. Moreover, Master Pan's call indicated that he wasn't confident about easily handling the Spirit God.
I put away the compass and hurried toward Master Pan. Moments later, I arrived at his location just as Master Xiao and my master also reached there. Master Pan shone a flashlight onto a depression and said, "Its lair is right there; it was standing there just now."
I looked closely at that spot and suddenly remembered that I had been here many times before because there was a rock nearby shaped like a saddle. Back in high school, I would come to my master's place during every holiday for cultivation. Sometimes I would go into the mountains to help him gather firewood—mainly pine needles and fir leaves, which were the best materials for starting fires.
Every time I gathered firewood, I came to this place. For some reason, this spot always collected leaves, especially pine needles; each time I came here, there would be a thick layer of them. With just a little effort, I could fill an entire basket. When Master Pan suddenly said this was the Spirit God's lair, I felt somewhat bewildered because I was familiar with this place and knew there were no tomb mounds or anything similar.
I didn't doubt Master Pan's judgment. The fact that the Spirit God could disguise itself as Yin Chai to sneak into my master's home for food and drink while also seeking merit and blessings made me realize that these matters had already surpassed my understanding.
Master Xiao asked, "Could it have run away?"
My master walked toward the depression while saying, "It won't run away; it should be underground. We just need to force it to come up."
Master Pan nodded and followed behind my master.
I looked around; the wind was strong enough that lighting red candles would be impossible. Without red candles, we couldn't set up the Soul Calling Array; without that array, how could we perform the Call of Souls? Doubts filled my mind, but I couldn't voice them aloud and could only follow behind them to see how they planned to call it.
The depression wasn't large—about two square meters at most. My master and Master Pan stepped inside and waved at us from within, saying, "You two keep an eye out here; make sure no Wandering Souls come close. Don't use force; just use Exorcism Spells."
Master Xiao and I nodded and stood outside the depression. I took out cow tears and applied them to my eyes before finally opening them wide.
Call of Souls is different from summoning spirits; the power of summoning can only drive away the summoned souls using talismans like Cinnabar and other offensive items, while the Call of Souls technique simply requires reciting the Exorcism Spell to send the Wandering Soul away.
Master and Master Pan began their preparations at the Depression. They each took out some rice, Cinnabar, beans, and talisman paper from their bags, starting to scatter them around the Depression. As they scattered the items, they chanted spells. Their footwork appeared strange, sometimes taking small steps and other times making large strides. It looked chaotic, yet their movements were surprisingly well-coordinated. I couldn't tell if this method of Call of Souls was something they had developed themselves or if it was an established practice.
However, I estimated that it was likely their own creation. If it were a traditional method, why would two practitioners from different schools be able to coordinate using the same Method of Feng Shui? I had never learned this type of Call of Souls technique and couldn't grasp its intricacies.
Since I couldn't understand it, I decided not to watch any longer. Instead, I took my Flashlight and looked around to see if any Wandering Soul was passing by. To my relief, there were none in sight. Master Xiao had already opened his eyes, and since it wasn't time yet, he was doing the same as me. I shone my flashlight on his face; aside from his usual ugliness, his expression indicated that he also hadn't seen any nearby Wandering Soul.
I initially thought Master knew there were many Wandering Souls around, which is why he arranged for us to guard this area. Now it seemed that such an arrangement was somewhat unnecessary.
However, what happened next completely convinced me that this arrangement was not excessive.
I was taken aback by the way these two esteemed Masters performed their Call of Souls. After setting up their items at the Depression, they each held their respective talismans and stood facing each other, loudly chanting spells. Yes, chanting—similar to the folk songs sung in Liu Sanjie, and even in a duet style. Their voices were incredibly loud, echoing throughout the mountain, nearly overwhelming me and Master Xiao.
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