"Haunted? Ghosts again?"
Ordinarily, hauntings were quite normal. Whether ghosts lingering in the Yang World or ghosts emerging from the Netherworld, their proportion compared to all the humans in the Yang World was small, but their absolute numbers were by no means few.
Thus, Buddhist temples, Taoist temples, government offices, and the like never lacked business, but no matter how much business there was, it did not come knocking every day.
And they had just gone through the matter with Yuan Ye, so everyone was still somewhat sensitive, afraid that yet another powerful Ghost King had grown bored and come out to stir up trouble.
Yuan Jing was the first to rise, but Lu Zheng spoke before him. "I'll go take a look."
Yuan Jing said, "Let's go together."
Daoist Priest Mingzhang nodded. Thus, Lu Zheng and Yuan Jing left together for the front courtyard.
The people of Jinxi Town were not in the main hall, the Three Purities Hall, but had been arranged in a side hall in the front courtyard.
When Lu Zheng and Yuan Jing arrived, they saw a middle-aged man with a young man, waiting nervously in the hall.
"Taoist priest! Taoist priest, save us!"
Yuan Jing had once slain a demon in Jinxi Town, so the two recognized him. Seeing Yuan Jing emerge, they hurriedly rushed forward, repeatedly clasping their hands and bowing.
Yuan Jing raised a hand, and the two could no longer bend at the waist. They were lifted upright by an invisible force.
"Do not panic. Sit first, both of you, and tell this poor Taoist exactly what happened."
Yuan Jing's expression was tranquil, as light as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze. His gaze was mild, his voice warm, and he bore the air of an accomplished master of the