"Ghost-Catching Heavenly Master, how about it? Haven't you finished catching all the Nie Xiaoqians in Lanruo Temple yet? Also, have you ever seen a fellow named Yan Chixia?"
Zhang Yang asked casually. He did not quite believe that this world, which had already embarked on the road to death, was the world of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.
However, the bearded Ghost-Catching Heavenly Master opposite him merely snorted. "Lanruo Temple completely collapsed five hundred years ago. And the Nie Xiaoqian and Yan Chixia you mentioned were figures from a thousand years ago. These days, Guobei County doesn't have a second Yan Chixia to save us. Even if the real Yan Chixia came, it would be useless. In this Age of Dharma Decline, ghosts run rampant. People are either killed by ghosts or turned into ghosts themselves. All we can do is cling to life and live one day at a time."
Hearing this, Zhang Yang was not very surprised. This was how it should be. If this were the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, it absolutely could not be called the Age of Dharma Decline.
He nodded, then put on a solemn, utterly serious expression and said, "My name is Zhang Jiao. I was a fellow disciple of Yan Chixia's a thousand years ago. Hmm, he had to call me Senior Brother. However, Yan Chixia cultivated the Way of Entering the World, while I cultivated the Way of Leaving the World. That's why, a thousand years later, he died without even leaving a bone behind, while I still have three thousand years of lifespan."
"Recently, I was meditating and cultivating in my cave dwelling when I suddenly felt a stirring in my heart. That was why I came to the mortal world, only to see this scene of