"I didn't know what the five Immortal Families of Red, Yellow, White, Willow, and Sorrow represented. An old man in the village mentioned it in passing, so I remembered it."
"The time I met them, someone in the village had been possessed. He was sprawled on the ground barking like a dog. That Jumping God practitioner happened to be passing by the edge of the village, so he came over to take a look."
"I don't know what happened afterward. I only remember that the possessed person was fine the next day and went back to working in the fields."
As Li Huowang listened to Xiao Man's scattered fragments of information about Jumping God, he silently weighed things in his mind.
"So Jumping God practitioners in Siqi did work similar to Daoists? Exorcising evil and warding off disaster—did their abilities also come from things like Lord You?"
"Since Jumping God practitioners often had to deal with other people, they should be easier to talk to than the monks of Zhengde Temple, right?"
What he feared now was not that these so-called Jumping God practitioners would be too strong, but that they would be too weak to deal with Danyangzi at all.
After all, one man alone could not compare to a whole group.
The creaking of the Donkey Cart stopped, pulling Li Huowang back to his senses. He saw that the others had already gone into the woods to gather firewood and fetch water.
Looking up at the sky, Li Huowang realized that the sun had gradually dipped westward without him noticing. It was time to rest.
He did not sit idle. Drawing the sword from his back, he began digging a pit in the ground. The sword was extremely sharp, and before long, he had dug a small dirt