The invincible female ghost is a bit love-struck.

Chapter 5... Thank you...

"It's chilly, put on your sheepskin coat, or you'll catch a cold."

Lu Yuan returned to his territory and looked at his two junior brothers under the withered tree, who had taken off their coats and were still steaming. He raised an eyebrow.

The large bowl of mutton soup we each just drank really did dispel the chill of the night, and it made us feel incredibly refreshed.

The two junior brothers were always obedient, and upon hearing this, they immediately put their sheepskin coats back on.

Lu Yuan took out an old brass pocket watch from his pocket and glanced at it in the moonlight.

It's 7 p.m.

There are three hours left until midnight.

"It's getting late. Let's do one last check of the ritual and treat the villagers to 'dinner' while we're at it."

As Lu Yuan spoke, he strode toward a heavy, large box beside him.

Xu Erxiao and Wang Chengan immediately followed, and the three of them lit a candle, the dim light illuminating their three serious faces.

Lu Yuan took out a large handful of incense sticks and lit them on the candle flame, the scarlet flames flickering in the night.

"Let's split up, same old rule."

The three then separated, each holding a stick of incense, and headed in different directions on the hillside to offer incense to the scattered graves one by one.

Xu Erxiao walked to the farthest point, holding incense in his hands, his steps light, and he murmured to himself:

"Dear neighbors, I apologize for disturbing you as I pass by this esteemed place."

Those who have homes should return home, those who have temples should return to their temples, and those who have neither homes nor temples should follow the light forward and not suffer desolation in this place.

"Having received the incense is a matter of fate; may you rest in peace and receive your own blessings..."

Wang Cheng'an then walked to the other side, reciting in a more professional tone as he went:

"The fragrance pervades the Dharma realm, offering sustenance to unclaimed spirits."

By imperial decree, your lonely soul is exorcised.

Fragrant clouds float like a canopy, leading to the netherworld.

May all who receive this incense offering find peace and tranquility.

Lu Yuan was responsible for the nearest graves. He moved slowly, and at each grave he respectfully placed three incense sticks and offered a prayer:

"The wandering souls of the ten directions, the gods of the past, pass by today and offer incense."

A cup of incense, offered universally, may it not disturb the mortal world, so that all may find peace.

He had a pretty good impression of the local people after a day here.

They were all very well-behaved.

They promise not to cause trouble as long as the offerings are made properly.

How to make a commitment?

If it tastes good, that's a promise.

Ghosts are simpler than humans, especially these lonely, unenlightened spirits who lack profound spiritual cultivation; they don't understand so many complexities.

Receiving incense offerings is tantamount to making a pact.

Anyone with ill intentions, who wants to cause trouble at night, will never touch this incense.

By the end of the day, all the incense offerings on the graves had been completely consumed, which shows that the villagers were very respectful.

There are actually quite a few wandering ghosts in this area, but the [Slay Demons and Exorcise Monsters] system has not marked them all.

The system will only give a prominent label to those who pose a threat to Lu Yuan's safety.

As for the rest, Lu Yuan relied entirely on his own Taoist "skills" to perceive them.

He lit incense, paused, and arrived at a rather unusual grave.

This grave stands alone, far from the cluster of cemeteries.

Those of you who live in the countryside probably know that village graves are always piled up in heaps.

Basically, all the graves are in one place.

After all, when people are alive, they like to live with other people.

I don't want to die alone, with only one grave in the wilderness.

But this grave in front of me was clearly separated from the other graves in the circle; it stood all alone outside.

There are many reasons that could cause this.

Alternatively, the person may have been extremely unpopular in the village during their lifetime, and therefore may not be allowed to be buried in the ancestral grave after death.

Either her death was too tragic or too unlucky, and the villagers were afraid that she would become a vengeful spirit after her death, so they dared not let her be buried with their ancestors.

Lu Yuan lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the inscription on the tombstone, eroded by time.

The deceased was Gu Qingwan, who died at the age of twenty.

So young...

What a pity.

"We meet again, Qingwan."

Lu Yuan said softly, and placed the remaining dozen or so ordinary incense sticks in front of her grave.

He looked around; Xu Erxiao and Wang Chengan were still in the distance, not yet back.

Lu Yuan's hand twitched slightly inside his sleeve.

When he stretched out his fingers again, there were three unique incense sticks between them.

These three incense sticks are entirely bluish-black, with a delicate, jade-like texture, and their surfaces seem to be surrounded by a faint halo that is barely perceptible to the naked eye.

This is something he brought from Earth.

As mentioned before, other people's time travel is basically soul travel.

It's about a soul traveling into the body of a dead person in this era and continuing to live on in that person's place.

But Lu Yuan is not.

Lu Yuan is dressed in genuine clothing!

Lu Yuan's body is his own body on Earth.

Lu Yuan was climbing Mount Tai to watch the sunrise when he got a little drowsy and woke up here.

When they traveled here, they brought many things from Earth with them.

The incense in this hand is just like that.

The first incense offered at the Jade Emperor Hall on Mount Tai is said to be the offering used by ancient emperors during the Fengshan ceremony to pay homage to Heaven and Earth.

This incense is usually kept in the system space, and Lu Yuan only takes it out to use it when he encounters someone pitiful.

After a year, there weren't many left.

"How is it? Doesn't the taste of my hometown taste different from what you have here?"

"It should... taste even better, right?"

chap——

Lu Yuan struck a match, and the flame licked the tip of the incense stick.

An indescribable, refreshing fragrance instantly filled the air.

Unlike any other incense in this place, this fragrance seems to penetrate the realms of yin and yang, reaching the depths of the soul.

Lu Yuan looked at the name on the tombstone and pondered.

People over twenty are not allowed to be buried in the village cemetery...

It's probably not because he was disliked by the villagers during his lifetime, but more likely because his death was rather tragic.

Lu Yuan silently and earnestly bowed three times, his prayers becoming more solemn and respectful than before:

"May the heavens be clear and the earth at peace, may the laws be enforced, and may the netherworld hear my incense offering!"

Your past karmic ties are severed, but your old debts remain unresolved. Today, I offer this heavenly incense to temporarily comfort your soul.

Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor; do not be trapped here and perpetuate the cycle of reincarnation.

Three sticks of incense guide the way, a lamp of the heart illuminates the darkness!

Having received this offering, may you quickly attain clarity, each seeking the path that leads you, without stagnation or delay!

Those who cultivate the Tao walk between the realms of Yin and Yang. If they do not have a single good thought in their hearts, they will deal with evil spirits that only know how to harm people for too long.

The heart will become as hard as stone, and eventually one will become a walking corpse in human skin.

This is a truth that Lu Yuan himself came to realize.

"Rest in peace..."

Lu Yuan carefully placed three sticks of incense in front of the grave, straightened his body, and sighed softly.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Xu Erxiao's voice, tinged with surprise, came from behind him.

"what?"

"Brother Lu, do you know this fellow villager?"

"Why are they even giving her special treatment and chanting incantations?"

Lu Yuan turned around and saw that Xu Erxiao and Wang Chengan had returned at some point and were staring at him curiously.

Lu Yuan shrugged casually:

"I didn't know him, but it's a pity he died at twenty."

Xu Erxiao and Wang Chengan nodded, but didn't say anything more.

After all, the two of them knew that Brother Lu was kind-hearted.

Wang Cheng'an glanced at the lonely grave behind Lu Yuan, grinned, and joked:

"She's really lucky!"

"After all, if someone seriously talks about our Brother Lu, it'll cost at least ten yuan!"

"Let her make the money!"

Lu Yuan walked over and kicked him in an annoyed manner.

"Stop joking around, is everything settled on your end?"

The two nodded quickly, indicating that everything went smoothly, the incense offerings were unaffected, and the rituals they had arranged were also safe and sound.

Everything is ready; all that's left is for Old Master Xu's corpse to turn into a zombie.

As the three were talking, they turned around and prepared to walk back.

Just then, Lu Yuan suddenly felt a chilling wind brush against his neck from behind.

Immediately afterwards, a broken, intermittent sound, as if squeezed from the depths of a throat, rang out behind his ear.

The sound was very soft, with a gurgling sound like bubbles bursting.

"……Thanks……"

Lu Yuan: "????"