The invincible female ghost is a bit love-struck.

Chapter 36 True Dragon Temple!

The night wind whistled through the withered mulberry branches, making a low, mournful sound.

"sorry."

Lu Yuan's voice echoed in the silent graveyard, honest, and tinged with a hint of defeat that even he himself was unaware of.

"This thing is more difficult than I thought."

Gu Qingwan's blood-red figure floated silently.

Those scarlet eyes revealed no joy or sorrow, only a deep, lifeless stillness.

She did not respond.

Perhaps she had anticipated this outcome.

Perhaps, as an "evil spirit," her emotions have long been eroded away by the endless years.

Lu Yuan looked at her with unusually serious eyes.

"Although I cannot undo these insidious techniques, I believe my master can."

"I want to take you home, back to Zhenlong Temple."

"Please ask my master for help; perhaps he can do something."

Lu Yuan paused, his gaze becoming incredibly firm, as if he were making a vow.

"If even my master can't solve it..."

"I have one last method."

"Please believe me, I would never harm you!"

That method didn't come from the old man's teachings, but from the top-tier cultivation manual that the system rewarded me with.

"road".

That method will definitely work!

only……

Anyway, we need to get her coffin back to Zhenlong Temple first.

If... if she's willing to go back with me.

However, Lu Yuan felt that she wouldn't agree to this so easily.

The true form of the evil spirit is very important, especially since the place Lu Yuan is leading her back to is a Taoist temple that worships the Three Pure Ones and exorcises demons.

Lu Yuan was pondering how to persuade Gu Qingwan, but...

"..."

"……good."

The night grew deeper...

Moonlight streamed down on the coffin, the blood-red figure, and the young Taoist priest.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

After a busy night, Lu Yuan tidied up all the messy things here.

They pushed the coffin back and closed it, then covered the grave with soil again.

They then went straight down the mountain and headed straight for the Xu family in Ningyuan Town.

Lu Yuan needed to find a few people to help carry the coffin down the mountain and also hire a horse-drawn carriage.

In addition to these matters, Lu Yuan also wanted to ask about Gu Qingwan.

Ask as many questions as possible; this will help you in the future to break through these insidious techniques.

Upon arriving at the Xu family home and finding Old Master Xu, Lu Yuan got straight to the point.

One of the most crucial issues is that, in principle, Gu Qingwan shouldn't be buried here all alone in this so-called ghost marriage.

Ghost marriage, well, when you get married, you naturally have to be a couple.

Logically speaking, Gu Qingwan's coffin should be moved to the grave of the county magistrate's grandson.

That is, two coffins were placed side by side in one pit.

But it's a bit strange that Gu Qingwan is buried here all alone.

Unfortunately, when asked about Lu Yuan's question, Grandpa Xu shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

These things happened before he was born.

He learned all of this later from the occasional casual conversations of the village elders.

Lu Yuan then asked if anyone else in Ningyuan Town knew about this, and Grandpa Xu shook his head as well.

Finally, at 11:30 a.m., Lu Yuan left Grandpa Xu's house.

The Xu family wanted Lu Yuan to stay for dinner, but Lu Yuan wasn't working for the Xu family anymore, so it wasn't in accordance with the rules.

In addition, Lu Yuan also wanted to return to Zhenlong Temple as soon as possible.

Even if it's just a meal earlier, it would be good.

Lu Yuan led the dozen or so young men that Old Master Xu had found directly up the mountain.

After Gu Qingwan's coffin was carried down, it was placed on the carriage that had been prepared in advance.

At this point, around four o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Yuan returned to Zhenlong Temple by carriage.

Two days later.

After a bumpy journey, the carriage carrying the heavy coffin finally arrived at the foot of the mountain where Zhenlong Temple is located.

The carriage was stopped in front of the first stone archway.

Ahead, a long line of luxurious carriages blocked the way.

It's not that the road has ended, it's that the rules apply.

The Qixia Ridge where Zhenlong Temple is located has been a pure and tranquil place of practice since this archway.

Without permission, no carriages or horses may enter.

However, that was only true for others; it was of no use to Lu Yuan, the senior disciple of Zhenlong Temple.

"Go around to the side."

Lu Yuan gave the driver a casual instruction.

"Okay!"

With a flick of the driver's whip, the carriage bypassed the other carriages and horses and headed towards the mountain.

Qixia Ridge is not steep; its terrain is gentle, like a reclining dragon.

Along the mountain path, you can see a small stone niche every short distance.

The statues inside are not of gods, but rather rocks carved with auspicious words such as "tranquility" and "peace".

There are traces of fresh incense sticks in front of the stone. These are offerings made by pilgrims to the "road god" to express their gratitude for the easy mountain path.

As you climb higher, you can gradually hear voices.

It wasn't a clamor, but a low, flowing hum.

Interspersed with the crisp echoes of bronze chimes, melodious chanting, and the occasional laughter of children and whispers of elders.

After rounding the last bend in the mountain, a breathtaking view suddenly opened up before us.

A huge natural platform juts out from the mountain, and Zhenlong Temple is located here.

The gate is not glittering and magnificent, but rather a simple and heavy black lacquered wooden door.

There are 81 door nails, which corresponds to the number of Yang.

Above the door hangs a large ebony plaque with three gilded characters: "Zhenlong Temple".

The strokes are strong and elegant, with a hint of power and force.

The carriage stopped.

Ahead, a stone staircase, swept clean and gleaming black, stretched steeply upwards, leading directly to the temple gate; carriages could not ascend it.

Lu Yuan jumped off the carriage.

"You wait here, I'll go and call a few of my junior brothers down."

The driver hunched his shoulders, exhaling white breath as he nodded repeatedly.

"No rush, no rush, Daoist Master, please go ahead with your work."

Lu Yuan climbed the mountain steps and arrived at the main gate of Zhenlong Temple.

A wave of heat, a mixture of incense, candlelight, body temperature, wood-fired stove smoke, and some indescribable sandalwood warmth, swept over me.

On the vast bluestone square, people were everywhere, shoulder to shoulder.

In front of the main hall, the Sanqing Hall, the enormous bronze incense burner has become the absolute center of attention.

The incense inside the cauldron was so abundant that long incense sticks, as thick as a child's arm, were densely inserted into its belly, and the rising blue smoke was as thick as a pillar.

The longest queues were in front of the side halls, "Medicine King Hall" and "Compassionate Voyage Hall".

Winter is a season when many illnesses occur, and there are many people seeking medicine and comfort.

People stepped on each other to keep warm, and tucked their hands into their sleeves, yet they remained orderly.

Thick cotton curtains were erected at the entrance of the hall to block the wind. The curtains were lifted from time to time, letting in warmer air and a faint smell of herbs.

The offerings brought by pilgrims fulfilling their vows also have a distinct winter flavor.

Frozen carp, bundles of old ginseng from the deep mountains, whole pieces of roe deer meat, and even frozen pears wrapped in red cloth.

It was solemnly placed on the offering table in front of the hall.

At the edge of the square, under several huge old pine trees, a few junior disciples had set up several large pots.

Inside, ginger and jujube tea was bubbling away, steaming hot, and offered free of charge to pilgrims who had come from afar and were freezing cold.

The pilgrims, who were warming their hands with their breath while holding the rough porcelain bowls, finally showed a hint of relief on their faces.

A year ago, Zhenlong Temple wasn't like this.

It's not exactly dilapidated, but it's certainly a deserted place, with hardly anyone visiting.

Including that old man, there are only seven or eight old Taoist priests in the entire Zhenlong Temple.

Later, when Lu Yuan arrived, his reputation as the "White-Robed Taoist" gradually spread throughout Fengtian City.

The number of people is increasing.

Especially around the middle of the year, Aunt Qin donated a large sum of money for incense offerings.

They gave Zhenlong Temple a thorough renovation.

In a short time, the dilapidated Taoist temple that was deserted a year ago has now begun to resemble a grand and famous temple.

Lu Yuan did not linger in the main hall square, but instead walked around to a less frequented blue brick path on the side of the hall.

At the entrance of the small road stands an inconspicuous stone tablet inscribed with "Quiet Place".

This is the path leading to the daily living area of ​​the Taoist priests in the temple and the sacred ground behind the mountain.

Upon arriving at the backyard, Lu Yuan pushed open the door and entered. He then selected a few people to carry the coffin.

Lu Yuan had just entered, and before he could even look around, two excited voices rang out from the side:

"Brother Lu!"