Wen Shan's lineage had a way to deal with the Jing Ghost!
Moreover, it had been passed down from generation to generation!
This situation was beyond my expectations. However, after thinking about it, I found it to be reasonable.
In order to protect the country, Prime Minister Wen had summoned the Jing Ghost from his Ethereal Palace. How could he not know the danger of the Jing Ghost?
At that time, he might not have thought of a way to send him back, so he imprisoned him in the well. However, this matter was caused by him after all. In the following years of imprisonment, he would have plenty of time to think of a way to solve this problem.
The ancestral method that Zhang Kanwen had mentioned was something that Wen Tianxiang had thought of and given to his disciples.
Han Wennan and I couldn't help but feel happy. We hurried to ask Zhang Kanwen if his method was difficult and if he needed any help.
We were sincere in our questions. We weren't trying to brush him off.
If we could deal with the Jing Ghost, we wouldn't have any obstacles in rescuing Liu Chuande. Also, we would be able to find peace of mind.
To Han Wennan, if the Han family wanted to obtain the true dragon vein, the Jing Ghost was an obstacle that they couldn't avoid. Without Zhang Kanwen, the Han family would have to do it themselves. With the Jing Ghost's power, even if the Heavenly Masters of the Han family came out, they might not be able to deal with it. Even if they could, the Heavenly Masters of the Han family would be injured.
To a metaphysical family like theirs, if the Heavenly Masters died, it would be a serious blow.
Zhang Kanwen hesitated and nodded. "This method is difficult and troublesome. I don't need your help. You two can come and help me hold the line."
Hearing his words, Han Wennan and I heaved a sigh of relief. Then, we hesitated.
Han Wennan and I had the right to speak about the Jing Ghost's power. He had only glanced at us, and we had almost been killed. If we really had to help, it was hard to say if we would have the courage to do so. Even if Zhang Kanwen said that we would go and hold the line, we wouldn't be able to do so. We would be very close to the Jing Ghost. If Zhang Kanwen couldn't deal with it, we wouldn't even have a chance to escape.
However, after hesitating for a while, we agreed in unison.
Although this was the last instruction of Zhang Kanwen's teacher, we had the same interests. How could we sit on the side and watch others take the risk to help?
Furthermore, Zhang Kanwen and I were close friends, so it was only reasonable for me to go with him.
Han Wennan had always been a stalwart man. For the sake of the family's interests, he could not avoid doing some dirty things. But outside of the family's interests, he was still a dignified man, so he naturally did not have any dirty thoughts.
After discussing, I asked them to wait for a while. Then, I walked to the foot of the Tai Sui's corpse and tried my best to absorb the witch Qi.
Different from Dao Energy, Shaman Energy was absorbed really quickly. When I reached Glory of Knowledge, it only took a few minutes during the Solar Eclipse. Last time, when I broke through to Glory of Knowledge, it didn't take long either. Thus, after sitting under the feet of the Taisui's corpse for ten minutes, I opened my eyes and got up.
Three stars and four stars of Glorious Consciousness are collectively known as Glorious Consciousness Middle Stage. The reason is that there is no boundary or difficulty between three stars and four stars. It is very easy to reach. So, after I stabilized my realm, I charged to Glorious Consciousness Four Star Perfection in one go.
As for breaking through to the 5-star Glorious Consciousness Realm, I merely sat down and attempted a little before decisively giving up.
"Don't bite off more than you can chew, but this is the truth for both ordinary people and us cultivators.
From a certain point of view, it is even more important for cultivators. Greed is the first original sin of cultivation. No matter when, we have to be cautious.
Moreover, in just a few days, I am already very satisfied to reach Glorious Consciousness Four Star from Glorious Consciousness One-Star. My only regret is that when the people from the Han family come, I won't have a chance to come to this natural cultivation place that the Taisui's corpse had created.
After I got up, I left the cave with Han Wennan and Zhang Kanwen. We walked along the cave towards the sacrificial altar.
Along the way, I asked about the fatty. When I had asked Yang Kaichen to help me investigate, he had contacted Zhang Kanwen. At that time, Zhang Kanwen had coincidentally met the fatty. He had even taken a photo of the fatty and sent it over.
At that time, I had only confirmed the fatty's safety. Now that I had met Zhang Kanwen, I naturally had to ask about it in detail.
However, when I asked, Zhang Kanwen only shook his head at me and didn't say a word.
Just as I was feeling confused, Han Wennan hurriedly explained to me, "Just now, when you were cultivating, Brother Zhang told me that he was going to Seal Spirit Accumulation to deal with the ancient evil spirit."
Seal Spirit Accumulation?
I nodded.
In Buddhism, there was a saying called 'Silent Zen.' Buddhists often said that opening one's mouth was a sin. It was similar to what ordinary people said, 'Misfortune comes from the mouth.'
Buddhists believed that those who kept their mouths shut would achieve the Buddhahood.
There was even a monk with great virtue who said, 'If you don't talk for twenty years, even the Buddha can't do anything to you.' Although I didn't know what Zhang Kanwen meant by Seal Spirit Accumulation, I guessed it was the same as the Buddhist's Silent Zen.
I didn't talk anymore and walked in silence for around an hour. Eventually, I reached the stone room where the sacrificial altar was.
As soon as I got there, I became tense. I carefully mobilized the Dao and Shaman energy in my body and put my talismans and magic tools in a place where I could use them at any time.
Although all my preparations would be useless if the Jing Ghost attacked me, it was still a form of psychological comfort.
Han Wennan and I were similar. Their faces were solemn as they held the leaf-shaped magic tool and the small ball-shaped magic tool in their hands.
However, Zhang Kanwen was different from the two of us. His face was solemn, but his body was calm. He didn't prepare anything and just walked toward the round well.
Instinctively, I wanted to call him and ask him to be careful. However, I didn't say anything. I just stood there and quietly watched him.
After checking the well, Zhang Kanwen turned around and waved at me, signaling me to go there.
I was bewildered for a while, then braced myself and walked toward him.
As soon as I took two steps forward, Han Wennan hurried to follow me. She didn't say anything and just followed me to the well.
Lifting his eyes to look at the round well, it was still the same as before. The well water was level with the edge of the well. The well water looked very clear, but there was only darkness at the bottom. Nothing could be seen.
I looked at the altar next to the well. There were some dents on the ground. It was obvious that Han Wennan and I had shot at it. However, there was no mark on the rim of the well.
In theory, if so many bullets had hit the altar, there should be more on the rim of the well. I didn't know what material this well was made of, but it was so hard.
Zhang Kanwen didn't say anything. However, he raised his hand and gestured at me. I quickly recognized that he was gesturing in the shape of a pen. I thought for a while and understood. I took out the Yin Yang Yama Brush and handed it to him.
After receiving the Yama Brush, Zhang Kanwen gestured at Han Wennan and me to move back a little. Then, he straightened his clothes and bowed to the north.
Afterward, he stood up and put the Yama Brush in his hand into the well. After the tip of the brush was full, he placed it on the rim of the well and slowly wrote.
I didn't move far away from the well. I craned my neck and saw that he had written one of Wen Tianxiang's poems on the rim of the well.
This was the most famous line in Wen Tianxiang's poems. It was the first half of the last line of the poem 'Crossing the Ocean': 'Since ancient times, who hasn't died?'
After writing this line, Zhang Kanwen stopped. He turned around and returned the Yin Yang Yama Brush to me. Then, he didn't hesitate anymore. He stooped and stirred the water in the well.
As he stirred the water, a flow of Dao energy diffused from his body. Han Wennan and I immediately understood that he was summoning the well ghost!
His method was the same as what Han Wennan and I had used to use the Dao energy bullets. The effect was just as good. After he had stirred the water around a dozen times, I suddenly felt a chill around me. I lifted my head and saw the shadow I had seen before. It was now above the round well!
The last two times I had seen this shadow, I had been high up in the sky, so I couldn't see it clearly. This time, we were face to face. We were only three or four meters away from each other. I could finally see the appearance of this ancient, decaying evil spirit.
Perhaps it wasn't appropriate to describe him as a ghost. I could see his skin and flesh. However, his skin and flesh were like those of a mummy. They had dried and blackened, and most of them had fallen off. Only a small number of blackened muscle fibers could be seen on his chest. They were intermittently connected to each other.
Except for his chest, the rest of his body was shrouded in a black mist.
His head was exactly the same as the last time I had seen him. The top of his skull was gone, and the top of his head was sunken. On his shriveled cheeks, two thick, black, shriveled muscles dangled from each side. The rest of his body was no different from a skeleton. In his big mouth, two neat rows of white teeth shone. They formed a strong contrast with the blackness of the rest of his body.
On each of his teeth, there were inscriptions that looked like the Oracle Bone Script. Those inscriptions were also white, but strangely, they were clear. At first glance, people couldn't help but sink into them.
Besides that, the strangest thing about this ancient, evil spirit was his pair of eyes.
Logically speaking, with his skull and brain completely gone, the uppermost part of his face should be the lower eye sockets and the bridge of his nose. In fact, that was indeed the case, but at the uppermost part of his head, there were two eyes floating in midair!
To be more precise, they were two eyeballs.
These two eyeballs weren't different from ordinary people. The pupils were in the middle of the white of the eyes. The center of the eyeball was dark, and the surroundings were slightly brown. They were floating in the air. Although they weren't connected to any muscle fibers, they could still move around.
When he first appeared, he lowered his eyes and looked at Zhang Kanwen and the poem on the edge of the well. Soon, his pupils moved to the right and fixed on me.