Under my command, the resentful spirits were dispatched.
Wraith spirits have the ability to influence people's minds, and ordinary people cannot stop them.
The person guarding the Cemen Ancestral Hall was influenced by the resentful spirit and let me in in a daze.
In front of me, there is a dazzling array of antique cultural relics. This ancestral hall of the ancestors can be called a small museum.
In the center, there is a figure holding a book in his hand. He is the founder of Cemen.
Sima Qian, who compiled historical records.
There is also a plaque on the portrait of Sima Qian... Studying the relationship between heaven and man, understanding the changes in ancient and modern times, and becoming a family!
He is worthy of being a famous person through the ages, and his words are also full of meaning and extraordinary. When Lao Huang talked about Sima Qian with me, I still respected him.
"It's a pity, Grand Historian, that your descendants have offended me."
I said quietly, a disciple book already appeared in my hand.
It records the names of everyone in the sect, and at the same time, it connects the luck of all the disciples in the sect!
I looked at the resentful spirit again and said, "Practice the calamity technique again!"
The key to the cursed stone is in my hand, and the caster of the resentful spirit is also in my hand. I am also in the land of the destiny of the Cemen. With the disciple book of the Cemen in my hand, I already have the ability to cast disasters. All conditions!
With the threat of the soul-purifying bell, the resentful spirit did not dare to disobey my order, and it began to do things on the cursed stone.
The red light on the Cursed Essence Stone bloomed again, and the Cursed Essence Stone seemed to stir up the luck in the entire ancestral hall.
Not long after, the names on the disciple list gradually disappeared...
The disaster technique was used again, and the resentful spirit was extremely excited. It was not afraid of karma and retribution. The more cruel things it did, the more excited it became.
"Back in the bell."
After using the resentful spirit, I said to him.
The resentful spirit was a little reluctant. It was very afraid of the bell in my hand, but it couldn't help it. In the end, it could only obediently enter the soul-purifying bell.
I put the disciple book back in its original place and left the ancestral hall, as if nothing had happened.
After arriving at the teahouse, it was already early morning and I was a little tired, so I fell asleep.
About two days after arriving, a tired director came to visit.
The leader was Zhou Chuangde, followed by Han Shilin and three other directors. Han Shilin had a white cloth tied on his head. It seemed that his injury had not yet healed, so he came to me.
"Director Chen, I'm here to apologize and to say thank you. This is my treasured old ginseng."
Zhou Chuangde smiled coquettishly at me, still holding a gift in his hand.
Not only him, but also several other directors were holding gifts.
Especially Han Shilin, he carried several bags of things, all of which seemed to be valuable medicinal materials.
"Don't be so polite. I'm not sick and I'm in good health. I don't need so many medicinal materials."
I smiled back at him.
As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person. These old people have no big hatred against me. What happened yesterday was all a misunderstanding. They intend to make friends, and I will not refuse.
Han Shilin immediately placed the gift on the table in my teahouse and said: "That's not what I said. Director Chen accepted it anyway. We misunderstood you last time and what we said offended you. Director Chen saved you regardless of past grudges." We, if there is a need for old things like us in the future, just ask."
Another director echoed: "Yes, we may not be as good as Director Chen in some abilities, but in the medical world, and even in the world of martial arts, we are still a bit thin-faced."
I nodded and said, "I happen to have something to ask you, so I'll tell you all."
"Director Chen, please speak."
Zhou Chuangde looked at me and said.
At this time, I walked to the calendar in the teahouse and said: "At five o'clock the day after tomorrow, we will gather all the tired people to go to Xianglu Peak of Xiangshan Mountain!"
I don’t have prestige in the family, so I can’t call anyone. Sun Jiaweng went to help me prepare things. I’m afraid I don’t have time, so this task can only be handed over to the five directors.
"Is it because of the Disaster Technique?"
Han Shilin thought of something.
I nodded, this day is just right, and the fifth o'clock is the time when yin and yang turn from yin to yang in the world, which is a good time to exorcise evil spirits and remove curses.
In addition, Xiangshan in Shangjing has been home to many celebrities since ancient times. The mountain's awe-inspiring aura is helpful in resolving disasters.
However, these directors soon became embarrassed.
"Is there any difficulty?" I asked.
"The disciples of the Tired Sect don't know about the disaster yet. It's very difficult to call all the disciples of the Tired Sect so early. Director Chen also knows that the disciples of the Tired Sect are all people with high status in the medical field. They usually Very busy.”
Zhou Chuangde said with a wry smile.
Han Shilin immediately answered: "Of course, this is easy to solve. After all, it is related to their lives. As long as we tell them about the disaster and our council issues an order, they will come even if they don't come."
I nodded.
Zhou Chuangde continued: "Mainly, I'm worried that someone will come to cause trouble."
He didn't say it thoroughly, but his words were directed at the people in the door.
Since Cemen has worked so hard to inflict disaster on Weimen, how can he easily let people get rid of the disaster?
"You don't need to worry about anything else, just call someone to come."
I said to them in a deep voice.
"Director Chen has said so. We old men will definitely complete the task."
Zhou Chuangde finally said.
The old people exchanged greetings with me for a few more words before leaving the teahouse.
I continued the preparations for the technique to solve the disaster...
After all, he wanted to help a disciple of a sect, so the preparation beforehand was extremely cumbersome.
What I didn't expect was that the next day, someone wrote a line of paint on the door of my teahouse.
——You are misleading the public and causing trouble for no reason. You have come to power through the back door and have aroused public outrage. I advise you to ask the council to withdraw the order. We will not go to Xianglu Peak!
