Manifesting Holiness in Front of Others

The night draped over, lamps casting flickering shadows.

Mo Chuan sprawled on the sofa, flipping through the documents Chong Shizi carried, a hint of disappointment surfacing on his face.

"What a shame, no cultivation techniques!"

"Right, cultivation techniques are memorized; who would carry them around all the time?"

"It's already quite good to have these magical artifacts as spoils this time."

Mo Chuan shook his head, put away the documents, and reached out, grabbing the air. The Three Pure Ones Bell suddenly appeared in his hand.

He couldn't help but shake it gently, and a wisp of green smoke billowed out from the bell, coalescing on the ground into a Headless Fierce Ghost.

"As expected of the Daoist sect's Four Great Fierce Ghosts, possessing and killing is as easy as pie!"

"Huh!"

Just as he was marveling, Mo Chuan suddenly noticed the Headless Ghost's cultivation base was rapidly declining.

Mana flowed into the Three Pure Ones Bell, and he could faintly sense a great majesty pervading the world, suppressing and stripping the Headless Ghost's essence!

In just a moment, the Headless Ghost had lost two years of its cultivation.

"Jingle, jingle..."

Mo Chuan quickly shook the bell, drawing the Headless Ghost back inside.

His expression immediately became solemn.

"Heavenly pressure... could it be that the real world rejects beings from other realms?"

"Or perhaps, this place restricts cultivation?"

Mo Chuan subconsciously considered these possibilities.

"The sample size is still too small. If I have a chance, I'll catch a few more fierce ghosts, then I'll know."

While his thoughts churned, he reached out and grabbed a Yashou Coin from the air.

The copper coin felt slightly heavy in his palm.

"This is truly strange. Things from the real world turn to ash when brought over; yet things from over there come through completely unharmed? What is the logic behind this?"

"Wait!"

"I can't grasp mundane objects from over there with my ghost body; they must be contained in the Sacrificial Dao Furnace. But I can casually bring things from this side over? My situation isn't a soul transmigration at all!"

"Could it be that this place really is the Netherworld Underworld?!"

Mo Chuan's heart surged with emotion.

This chilling detail, which he had overlooked, now suddenly came to mind, filling him with an unbelievable sense of absurdity.

"Practice leads to truth. I'll find out tomorrow!"

The night passed without incident.

The next morning, as the Chen Family of Qu Kou offered incense again, Mo Chuan eagerly teleported over.

The difference was, as he teleported, his phone was pointed at him, recording.

Not long after, he returned, picked up his phone, and his expression became complicated.

"It really is a body transmigration?! Does this mean my original body has always been a soul?"

"No wonder Huang Buyu mistook me for someone from the Netherworld Underworld. So it turns out this place... really is the Netherworld Underworld!"

Even after a night of mental preparation, Mo Chuan, upon suddenly grasping the truth, still felt an unbelievable sense of the bizarre.

The Records of the Netherworld stated: When humans die, they become ghosts; when ghosts die, they become Jie; when Jie die, they become Xi; when Xi die, they become Yi; when Yi die, they become nothingness.

The Tao Te Ching also said: That which is looked at but cannot be seen is called Yi; that which is listened to but cannot be heard is called Xi.

If this were the Netherworld Underworld, judging by himself, everyone here was likely a Xian Body.

Perhaps this was also the fundamental reason why strange phenomena and supernatural events were not seen on Earth.

"The notion of the Netherworld Underworld is still a bit too absurd! If everyone is a Xian Body, why can they maintain their physical forms? Even having flesh and blood?"

"Perhaps this is just a special dimension for me, or perhaps this world can maintain the form of a Xian Body."

Mo Chuan muttered to himself, his expression not relaxing.

Regardless of whether Earth was the Netherworld Underworld or not!

The fact that he had "body transmigrated" had been confirmed.

In other words, his original body was a soul.

This was not good news at all!

A soul body had too many limitations.

"This world of incense offerings is so miraculous; perhaps there's a way to reshape the physical body!"

Mo Chuan pondered in his heart.

As his thoughts drifted, the incense offerings from Fu Luan Temple arrived right on time.

He let out a slow breath, gathered his focus, and prepared to listen to the old Daoist priest lecture.

However, when he looked through the incense offerings as a mirror, he was surprised to find that only Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy was offering incense today.

"Did something happen?"

Mo Chuan carefully observed Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy's expression. Seeing that he was calm, neither happy nor sad, Mo Chuan finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

After these few days of "cloud lessons," Mo Chuan had a very good impression of Fu Luan's old Daoist priest. If something were to happen to him, it would be truly difficult to accept.

Without Fu Luan's old Daoist priest supervising, Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy still respectfully performed his morning routine:

—That is, reciting the required scriptures.

The morning service at Fu Luan Temple was divided into: Incantations, Scriptures, and Edicts.

The incantation was the "Heart Purifying Divine Incantation," the scripture was the "Supreme Purity Scripture," and the edict was the "Ancestral Edict of Wandering the Void," which praised the founder of Fu Luan.

Morning and evening services were mandatory daily practices for the Daoist sect.

In the words of Fu Luan's old Daoist priest: "If one does not diligently recite, how can they maintain their original harmony?"

After completing the "Morning Ritual," Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy respectfully cupped his hands and withdrew.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan was about to close the incense offering channel when a thought suddenly struck him... Today, with Fu Luan's old Daoist priest absent, wasn't this the perfect opportunity for him to go out for a stroll?

Having survived a near-death experience with the Three Pure Ones Bell, his courage had naturally grown bolder!

With his thoughts settled, Mo Chuan no longer hesitated and immediately stepped out of the incense offering statue.

"Clatter—"

At the same time, a strange noise suddenly came from the doorway.

Following the sound, he saw Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy returning.

He was staring at Mo Chuan, who had emerged from the statue, with his mouth agape, his eyes wide, as if he had witnessed something incredible.

Mo Chuan was also stunned.

You little brat, why are you back?

"Xuan Yun of Fu Luan Temple, pays respects to the Ancestor!"

While Mo Chuan was still dazed, Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy rushed to the front of the statue, cupped his hands to the ground, and bowed deeply in a kowtow.

This kid has a Spiritual Root!

"You can see me?"

Mo Chuan slowly descended as if walking down a staircase of spiritual power.

"Replying to the Ancestor, this disciple can see you!"

"Did you open your Heavenly Eye?"

"I haven't opened my Heavenly Eye!" Xuan Yun immediately explained, "Master said I have a natural Spiritual Root, and my Heavenly Eye opened on its own."

"So that's how it is."

"Where is your master?"

"An officer from Qingshui County came to the door, and Master went to entertain him."

"Qingshui County?"

Mo Chuan was surprised. As his thoughts churned, he began to make some guesses.

If he wasn't mistaken, the incense offerings he was currently receiving were likely all from the same region.

"Ancestor, are there natural or man-made disasters in Qingshui County?"

Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy raised his head at some point, his dark eyes darting around as he looked at Mo Chuan.

"Why do you say that?"

"Master said, 'In prosperous times, we cultivate in the mountains; in chaotic times, we emerge from the mountains to spread the Dao.' Today, someone from Qingshui County has arrived, and the Ancestor has appeared. It seems the world is about to fall into chaos, and a decree is to be issued!"

Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy said.

Could this kid be suffering from a severe case of chuunibyou, so eager for chaos?

Mo Chuan said with a meaningful expression, "You do have some wisdom! The Magistrate of Qingshui County died due to a Headless Ghost's haunting. It seems they sought help in desperation and ended up turning to our Fu Luan Temple."

"Haunted by a Headless Ghost!"

Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy was stunned, then shivered and prostrated himself on the ground, "Xuan Yun respectfully requests the Ancestor's decree!"

"That Headless Ghost has already been captured, there's no need to worry!"

Mo Chuan thought for a moment, then added, "Qingshui executes loyal subjects, and Kuai Kuang beheads the wicked. This world may be heading for chaos, and Fu Luan Temple should prepare early!"

As he spoke, a stack of Ghost Subduing Talismans floated out and landed in front of Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy.

A few days ago, Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy, who had just learned to draw talismans, knew the preciousness of these Ghost Subduing Talismans. Upon seeing them, his eyes immediately widened.

His breathing even grew heavier.

"Fu Luan Temple respectfully obeys the decree!"

Mo Chuan nodded. Seeing the bright white sun gradually rising, he decided it was time to leave.

However, Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy suddenly asked with curiosity:

"May I ask the Ancestor, who captured that Headless Ghost?"