The invincible female ghost is a bit love-struck.

Chapter 27 This... this kid... just who is he...?

From the perspective of the audience in Wuqing...

Bullshit!

Lu Yuan is just bragging!

They've experienced firsthand just how bizarre this is over the past two days.

It was so bizarre that they stayed up for two days straight without sleep, watching helplessly as the evil spirit killed two more people right under their noses!

This was an utter disgrace to the Taoist priests of Wuqing Temple.

Of course, the biggest reason for this result is the villagers of Qingniu Village.

They just won't cooperate.

No matter what I do, they just won't cooperate.

To be honest, the villagers and the village chief of Qingniu Village weren't always like this.

When the group from Wuqing Temple first arrived, they were quite welcoming.

But the people who came after them seemed to have fallen ill with some kind of disease.

When Wuqing audience members want to do something, they are unwilling to cooperate.

The group from Wuqing Temple failed to catch any evil spirits in two days, largely due to the lack of cooperation from Qingniu Village.

However, the strangeness and difficulty of dealing with this evil spirit is also an indisputable fact.

The results of it?

A young punk who appeared out of nowhere arrived less than half an hour ago and squatted down to touch a handful of soot from the bottom of a pot.

Then he patted his butt, stood up, and said, "He can catch me?"

This is utter nonsense!

The people of Wuqing Temple didn't believe a single word Lu Yuan said.

But village chief Chen Fushun and a group of villagers were so excited that they almost kowtowed to Lu Yuan on the spot.

have a look!!

Look, look!

That's what you call an immortal!

What Dongqing Temple or Wuqing Temple?!

They have a ridiculously big reputation, but after staying here for two days, all they can do is stare blankly. They're completely useless, and we can't even get rid of them!

At this moment, Shen Shulan, having regained her senses, frowned slightly and looked at Lu Yuan, quickly saying:

"...Are you sure you've found the root of the problem??"

"You can't just talk nonsense about this, otherwise, another life will be lost tonight..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Yuan had already turned around, completely ignoring her question, and went straight to Chen Fushun:

"Go door to door and ask who has visited the ancestral graves in the last half month, and then lead them to the ancestral hall."

After Lu Yuan finished speaking, Chen Fushun nodded excitedly, then slapped each of the young men beside him across the face:

"What are you all standing there for!"

"Hey, hurry up and go ask!"

The disciples of Wuqing Temple couldn't help but darken their faces upon seeing this scene.

These past two days, whenever they asked Chen Fushun to do something, the old guy was like a rock in a latrine—stinky and stubborn, always making excuses and refusing to do anything.

Now, whatever Lu Yuan says, he listens to like a dog!

This is fucking weird!

Even more bizarre than this evil spirit thing!!

After the village chief and a group of villagers turned and quickly left.

Lu Yuan then led Xu Erxiao and Wang Chengan toward the ancestral hall in Qingniu Village.

The group from Wuqing Temple followed behind Lu Yuan and his two companions.

They wanted to see what this kid was really up to!

Chen Fushun and his group were efficient. By the time Lu Yuan and his group arrived at the ancestral hall, a large number of people had already gathered in the courtyard.

In the past two weeks, a total of three households in Qingniu Village have visited the graves to pay their respects.

The first two households seemed fine, but the last one had a problem.

That day, my husband was visiting my father-in-law's grave when he tripped and fell on his foot while going up the mountain.

The old cemetery was too far away, so my husband, wanting to save trouble, simply placed the offerings at the crossroads at the foot of the mountain and burned the paper money there…”

A village woman with a sorrowful expression timidly spoke up.

After listening, Lu Yuan nodded repeatedly, already understanding.

After regaining his senses, Lu Yuan stopped asking questions and turned to Chen Fushun beside him, saying in a deep voice:

Prepare half a pound each of millet, glutinous rice, cooked rice, and tung oil.

"Prepare another one: a black-feathered rooster, a grass carp with a green back, and a spotted suckling pig."

After Lu Yuan finished speaking, Chen Fushun nodded repeatedly and immediately ordered people to do it.

Lu Yuan then bowed slightly to the village woman and said:

"Could you please show me the way, Auntie? Take me to the fork in the road."

The village woman nodded quickly, and Lu Yuan and the other two followed her out of the village.

At this moment, the group from Wuqing Temple who had been following Lu Yuan looked at each other.

Suddenly, everyone had the same thought.

Pretending to be something you're not!

Then the crowd from Wuqing followed suit, eager to see what they could do!

After leaving the village, the group walked for about half an hour and arrived at the fork in the road the woman had mentioned.

Lu Yuan did not rush into the mountain. Instead, he took out a bright yellow talisman from his pocket, pinched it with his fingertip, and chanted incantations. The talisman spontaneously combusted without fire.

Asking about the Earthly Symbol?

Shen Shulan's eyes narrowed as she recognized the talisman.

The ashes of the talisman did not fall; instead, they were swept away by a gust of cold wind and drifted towards the back mountain.

Lu Yuan and his group quickly followed, traversing forests and over hills, finally stopping when the talisman ash swirled and lingered in a low-lying area overgrown with weeds.

Although there is no burial mound here, it naturally forms an ominous burial site pattern of "a crouching tiger carrying a corpse".

The tiger's mouth was that wild mulberry tree with dark red veins on its leaves.

"Brother Lu, what the hell is this? It's so eerie!"

Xu Erxiao had been holding it in the whole way, but finally couldn't help but ask, panting heavily.

Lu Yuan glanced around, took out an antique copper ruler from his bag, and uttered three words in a low voice.

"Graveyard Man"

As he spoke, Lu Yuan squatted down and began to measure along the base of the mulberry tree with the "land measuring ruler".

Finally, it stopped at the seventh step, with the tip of the ruler pointing exactly at the "Dingwei" inauspicious direction in Feng Shui.

Wang Chengan looked completely bewildered.

"Grave Mound Man?"

What is it?

I've never seen this in the "Collection of One Hundred Demons"...

The "Collection of One Hundred Ghosts" was written by a great celestial master more than a hundred years ago.

It records the various ways in which evil spirits appear and their behaviors.

However, the "Collection of One Hundred Demons" does not record all types of evil spirits.

Lu Yuan knew that this evil spirit was a "grave mound man" because Lu Yuan had a book called "Super Collection of One Hundred Ghosts".

One of the top rewards given by the system includes a great many strange and bizarre evil spirits.

Lu Yuan ignored Wang Cheng'an and lightly tapped the ruler with his fingertip.

hum!

The measuring ruler emitted a clear, melodious hum.

Seven strands of black mist, each as thick as a hair, suddenly appeared out of thin air on the ground beneath the foot, crisscrossing like a spider web.

Finally, they all flowed into the roots of that wild mulberry tree!

"It is an evil spirit that eats the offerings, actually a collection of the obsessions of those who starved to death and were forgotten during the sacrifice."

"These 'grave-mound men' are mostly people who starved to death during famine years, and they want to use the bodies of the living to taste the offerings they never had in life."

As Lu Yuan examined the web's veins, he explained it to Wang Cheng'an in a low voice.

Xu Erxiao and Wang Chengan nodded slightly after hearing this, and were just about to ask something else.

A clear, cold voice suddenly rang out from the side:

"How did Uncle Lu confirm this?"

"What were you rummaging around in the stove for just now?"

Lu Yuan turned to look at Shen Shulan, who kept calling him "Shishu" (a term of respect for a senior martial arts master)...

Lu Yuan didn't mince words and immediately said:

"If the offerings are eaten by animals when you visit the grave, you must replenish them immediately, otherwise the 'grave spirits' will follow you home and sit on the stove every night begging for food."

All you need to do is touch around inside the stove in the victim's home.

If there is damp grave soil, and the soil smells of adipocere, then it must be a gravedigger.

Having said that, Lu Yuan pointed to the spiderweb-like black lines under the tree and added:

"This is the 'starving earth vein'."

Only those who die of extreme hunger and whose bodies are not properly buried will have their resentment combine with the earth's energy to form this phenomenon.

"He's not just a simple gravedigger."

Lu Yuan frowned:

"It has become a bound spirit, growing together with the 'famine' energy of this mountain valley."

After Lu Yuan finished speaking, the audience in Wuqing observed carefully for a while.

You look at me, I look at you...

"Crouching Tiger Carrying Corpse"

"Grave Mound Man"

"Starving Earth"

"The air of famine"

"Bound Earth Spirit"

……

This kid...

It only took less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn...

They found out exactly what type of evil spirit it was, how it was formed, and where it was currently hiding...

This...this kid...

What's their background...?

What's the background of this Zhenlong Temple...?