"I am the ancestor of the Qiang ethnic group!" Qiu Ji's body was trembling.
"Lu Dao Zhu, I believe there is a misunderstanding in this matter. The ancestor and the senior elders of the monastery have already discussed the affairs of Xuan Yin Mountain. Your explanation, as well as that of this Ghost Head gentleman, may have some issues. Shouldn't the traitor from so many years ago have been long since dispatched by you?"
"As a revered master of the Qiang ethnic group and equal in status to the respected elders of the Pure Yang Daoist Monastery, soul extraction is not just a physical and spiritual blow but also a devastating humiliation to my ancient Qiang lineage."
"Please reconsider!"
"The Qiang ethnic group's leader deeply bowed his fist, his eyes filled with deep helplessness and a sense of entreaty."
"The day's events have already tarnished the ancestor's dignity. Do not push people too far!" The Deputy Clan Leader could no longer contain his emotions.
The Qiang people around, without exception, all drew some weapons from their bosoms and were ready to move in for a fight at the slightest provocation.
In the quiet, the ghost in striped illness clothes appeared everywhere around us. The Qiang people were shocked and retreated. The two sub-clan leaders were caught between two ghosts, and their black-purple ghost energy was filled with a faint green mist. They dared not move an inch.
Qiu Ji didn't move anymore.
Wei Youming's hand grabbed the top of his head, forcibly pulling out a wisp of white mist. That mist was the spirit soul, which twisted and swirling formed Qiu Ji's face.
"Eh? Is that really okay?"
The old Gong's body suddenly plunged into Qiu Ji's body, controlling his arms and legs with a few twists and turns.
Wei Youming examined Qiu Ji closely, even blowing a breath that caused the white mist to vibrate continuously, revealing a look of pain on Qiu Ji's face.
Lao Gong has come out.
Wei Youming let go, and Qiu Ji's spirit soul quickly entered his body.
His face was fiery and red, as if on fire.
"Little Qiuzi, don't be angry. My old man is making all this effort, aren't we for the sake of our ancient Qiang city?" Lao Gong said without a hint of guilt, still standing on the moral high ground.
"By doing so, I should be grateful to you, right?" Qiu Ji replied in a hoarse voice.
"No need to thank you, we'll talk about catching the traitor later." Lao Gong waved his hand and said, "Don't act like you've lost your virtue. You're not some young maiden."
"This thing, it's not easy to handle." Lao Gong turned to look at me with a glimpse.
Wei Youming disappeared.
The ghost mist suddenly spread out like a deluge!
Excluding the protective residence observation star road behind Qiu Ji and others, it continuously encompasses the entire ancient Qiang city.
The two sub-clan leaders and the Qiang people present were angry but too afraid to speak up.
Suddenly, those ghosts dressed in striped illness clothes drifted away towards the distance.
"What do you really want!? Am I and my Qiang people nothing to you?" The Qiang Clan Leader roared angrily.
"You really are that one." Lao Gong rolled his eyes before saying, "Compared to the Pure Yang Daoist Monastery, it's a big difference. Firstly, this matter was meant to help you. This morning, half of the disciples at Juqu Mountain were killed. The only remaining elder had his limbs broken. If it wasn't for an old man having an essence pill in stock, Juqu Mountain would have been wiped out here."
"What's wrong with suspecting you? There are still two Taoists in the ancient Qiang city who have been whipped, and another one is being held in a cave. Even if I take a step back, since the ancestor was negligent in overseeing the feng shui here, shouldn't there be punishment? Is it more comfortable to have your soul extracted or to be whipped?" Lao Gong has never tolerated anyone and now started speaking in a strange, half-sarcastic manner.
"You……" The sub-clan leader opened his mouth, only to bite it back, unable to speak.
In the next second, the scattered green ghosts all returned to their surroundings.
Without exception, they all collided directly into the nearest person!
The speed is too fast, coupled with their high level, and these Qiang people have little real ability.
In an instant, they had possessed the bodies once.
Of course, they left after less than a breath.
Wei Youming appeared at the previous position and squinted at the protective residence observation star road, saying, "I have checked the entire area of this stone cottage, except for this path behind it, and no one has been eaten by their soul or possessed their body."
Clearly, Wei Youming's intention was to go in and check.
"It's the residence of our ancestors for generations, and there's no one inside. It's just me there every day." Qiu Ji spoke again, his entire person looking rather despondent.
Due to the lack of power, all their anger cannot be further released, and he looks like a tomato that has been frosted.
"The Qiang people are not the problem. Then we need to investigate the Taoists." Wei Youming finished speaking and completely disappeared, like a ghost mist.
Lao Gong retracted his hands and feet, landing on my shoulder, his eyes twirling rapidly.
My brow furrowed.
Taoists...
Pure Yang Taoist Monastery?
The Qiang people can be easily checked because, fundamentally, they lack the ability to resist Wei Youming.
Taoists are different. To let them be possessed and taken over by ghosts? This is absolutely impossible.
"Master Luo, you know what to do." Qiu Ji left that remark and walked straight into the protective residence observation star path.
The other Qiang people slowly retreated, and the road was quickly silent.
"I thought Qiu Ji might be fine, but I didn't expect Wei to say that all the Qiang people in the city are fine. Who then was possessed? Liu Zihu?" I opened my mouth in a hoarse voice.
The original group that entered Xuanming Mountain was the Dongxian sect, which included me, Si Yan, Liu Yujie, and Qiu Ji.
After checking Qiu Ji here directly and the Qiang people, it was found that Liu Zihu was the most suspicious in the Pure Yang Daoist Monastery.
The rest of us are impossible, the person must stay in the ancient Qiang city.
Liu Yujie is even less possible. Liu Er, the Second Elder, is a real immortal. Even if that person was very powerful in the past, he couldn't possess an immortal without a sound.
The most intuitive is Liu Zihu!
"We can't rule out that after the person who was hidden and escaped, he possessed any small Taoist, this is a big trouble." At this moment, even Lao Gong was worried.
"Go check on Liu Zihu," I said in a low voice again, "I will explain the situation to the several elders of the Liu family and show it to Wei. It's basically impossible, so they will have to investigate."
"Alright." Lao Gong's head shook, and he disappeared into a cloud of ghosts.
Liu Zihu's strength is not enough. He is just at the level of a green-robed Taoist.
Wei Youming's method is soul extraction, and Lao Gong can do the same. There's no need to trouble Wei Youming anymore.
I will return along the original path.
Soon, I returned to the Pure Yang Daoist Monastery.
I went straight to my room, where it was particularly quiet.
I sat cross-legged on the bed, with my hands resting on my knees and focusing intently on meditation.
About ten minutes later, Lao Gong returned.
"His butt and back are blooming, quite a pity Taoist." Lao Gong mumbled.
"Is he fine?" I asked with a frown.
"He's fine. Alright, he really hides himself well." Lao Gong sighed and became worried.
For a moment, I remained silent.
"Who is really the problem? Possession is not just about taking over someone's body; it's about eating someone, in other words, it has to be him. Unless you pull out the soul, it's hard to find out."
"He's hiding in the Pure Yang Daoist Monastery. Master, you and your people have to be very careful. Don't let someone sneak up from behind and give you a knife in the back. That would be unbearable." Lao Gong reminded me.
