A mysterious invitation

or to use the school's teaching instruments to help measure bone age. The bone age measurement was very fast, and after he got the results, he rushed back to pick us up."After measuring several pieces...Master Huiqing's words are indeed reasonable, but I haven't thought that much about it.

As long as Lin Yanhuan and Chenyan can wake up soon, it doesn't matter if they give up the title of "Special Advisor".

Maybe to outsiders, the Lin family seems like a talisman to our Shen and Mu families, but we don't think of it that way.

Lin Yanhuan is my friend, and even now, he is still like family to me.

He is my older brother's brother-in-law and the uncle of my two nephews. Even if I wanted to maintain the Shen family's status, I couldn't use his safety and health as a bargaining chip.

Although Cheng Banxian said he didn't seem to be in serious condition, the fact that he woke up a day earlier gave us peace of mind.

After I mentioned the Sixiang Ghost Weapon, some people in the room showed changes in their expressions. They were all secretly calculating.

“There have been many strange occurrences recently, and I’m sure everyone here has heard some rumors, or even experienced them firsthand. If you feel there are areas that need to be guarded against, please share this information with each other so that all of us in the circle can take precautions.” Zhou Daochang cleared his throat, bringing everyone’s attention back on track and diverting it to the main topic.

"Whenever there are strange occurrences, you should ask Master Mu for advice. Master Mu often deals with 'extraordinary beings,' doesn't he We haven't felt anything particularly unusual, just some exorcism rituals. Maybe Master Mu can enlighten us." A somewhat unfamiliar Daoist said with a knowing smile.

Most people in the circle know that I once had a "ghost marriage," but only a very small number of people know who the partner was.

And this tiny fraction of people are mostly those in high positions or deeply versed in the way of cultivation, keeping their mouths shut and being cautious with their words. So, my private affairs haven't spread widely.

“Since this is an anomaly, ordinary people naturally wouldn't sense it... Those predecessors who could sense it have already begun to take precautions and sent disciples down the mountain to investigate. Most schools and sects probably have some idea about it. If you're completely clueless, it means your cultivation isn't sufficient. There's no need to waste time sitting here. You might as well go back to seclusion.” I retorted bluntly.

When you talk about other things, I don't really care, but whenever you bring up my marriage to the underworld, I get a little upset—Jiang Qiyun is a god of the underworld, and he's always being referred to in these ways that are not quite right. It's a bit unfair.

I'm usually very easygoing, so when I get strict occasionally, people are taken aback and think the sun is rising in the west.

Secretary Zhou looked at me in surprise for a moment, then cleared his throat and said, "Well... Consultant Mu is considered a top figure in the industry after all. Perhaps you could tell us more"

I nodded. Zhou Daozhang still needed to be given face. I briefly mentioned that since the Shen family's treasure pavilion, demonic activity has been frequent, asking everyone to be more careful when traveling and not to think it's just an ordinary exorcism. Don't be careless and get into trouble.

"Really, there are demons" A young Daoist priest asked his master in a worried whisper.

"I haven't seen him around lately..."

"Wouldn't that be alarmist"

"It's possible...Master Lin had an accident at her place. If nothing is made of it, how can we pin the blame Besides, his position isn't secure..."

The conference room was large and filled with people, all whispering to each other. Although their voices were soft, as a practitioner I could hear them clearly due to my sharp hearing and vision.

Master Huqing remained unfazed, sitting with his hands in his lap as if in deep meditation. He didn't speak a word, but I could tell he was talking to me by the way he gritted his teeth.

"...They say this group of people are like wolves, you tell them the truth and they won't listen. Why bother with them so much They brought their own karmic burdens upon themselves. When walking between heaven and earth, one should know to be careful and cautious. If they don't heed advice, even Buddha can't save them."

I pursed my lips, turned off the small microphone in front of me. Anyway, I've said what I needed to say, and how each faction handles things is their own business. I can't control that much.

The Secretary General, Zhou Daozhang, presided over the meeting. He saw that I had muted my microphone, knowing that I didn't want to say any more, so he turned the conversation to the other Daozhang sitting across from me.

Each person at the round table spoke one by one. After the Taoist priest finished speaking, it was my side's Huijing monk’s turn.

Master Huiqing handled this kind of situation with ease. This fellow is a bit like my brother, quoting scriptures and classic texts to intimidate people as soon as they open their mouths. Then, he simply states the problems and contradictions, but in the end, he doesn't offer any solutions. He ends with a few verses, leaving others feeling that he is profound and unfathomable.

However, Master Huiqing had a plan in mind. He had gone through the Huangdao Village exorcism formation with us and the demon invasion together.

Experiences in the yin-yang circle, when told as stories, are met with disbelief, even by those within the circle. However, for those who have gone through it, there's a different kind of turbulence brewing inside.

The Taishang Xuanmen, profound and mysterious, is difficult to describe.

indescribable…

Fundamental things can be learned from classics and inherited from teachers.

However, profound things can only be comprehended and overcome by oneself.

Many doubts and worries plague my mind... I wonder how Jiang Qiyun is doing now Did he manage to use the Huangquan Formation to drag those escaped demons into the underworld

His magical powers are limited in the mortal realm, and he should be fine fighting on his home turf in the underworld. Besides, there's the Six Palaces Gods, Ten Great Yin Marshals, and countless Yin soldiers...

But my eyelids always twitch a little.

He seemed to be playing hard to get with me, and that carriage that burst out of the spatial rift at the end... it was empty.

“...Hey.” After Huiqing finished speaking, he remained silent for a long time. He saw that I seemed absent-minded and frowned, asking in a low voice, “What’s wrong with you You look like your soul has left your body. This way, you're easily possessed by demons.”

"I just came out of the demon's den." I answered in a low voice.

He frowned and didn't ask any more questions.

The meeting was incredibly long and it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon when it finally ended.

Although I'm a practitioner, I haven't escaped the confines of my physical body. My stomach was growling so loudly that my front ribs were almost touching my back. I walked to the small meeting room famished, thinking about calling my brother to join me for lunch at the noodle restaurant.

Who knew that as soon as I walked in, my brother had already ordered several dishes and they were waiting for me on the tea table in the small meeting room.

"How can you be eating in here This is a conference room…" I asked.

"Do we even need to separate places for meals Who said you can't eat in the meeting room" My brother handed me chopsticks and said, "With money, anything is possible. It's nothing for my little master to book a meeting room for them."

Yes yes yes... Young Master Mu is mighty.

Just as I lifted my bowl, the door to the small meeting room was knocked twice and pushed open.

My brother said impatiently, "Didn't I tell you no more dishes Stop asking, it's annoying, let me eat my meal in peace—"

Two heads, big and small, popped out from behind the door panel.

Huiqing monk smiled and said: "Amitabha Buddha, Master Mu, would you please treat this poor monk and his disciples to a meal" The night breeze blowing through the wooden building was slightly cool, dispelling my drowsiness."...I still remember the way you crossed the River of Souls." He chuckled softly."Covered in wounds an...