The Wind and Thunder Reveal the Disaster's Form

There was no need for Xiao Hong Tang to go over and remind her. Immortal Aunt Miaoshan had already climbed down from the carriage.

She had heard the physician and Old Abacus talking just now, and had stood at a distance, gazing toward the village.

Though her heart was utterly empty, that face alone carried a look of boundless compassion.

Then she beckoned gently and called little Dou Guan over. As if everything were under her control, she asked in a low voice, "How did the Thievery and Disaster Sect weigh disaster qi again?"

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Little Dou Guan froze, then shook his tiny head and hurriedly climbed into her carriage.

Beneath a heap of jewelry, clothes, snacks, and fashionable trinkets, he rummaged out a dusty box.

He was relieved that although Aunt Miaoshan neglected her proper business, at least she had not lost the tools of her old trade.

He carried the box down, opened it, and sorted out what she could use, all while gesturing with his hands and feet as he carefully recalled the method for her.

Immortal Aunt Miaoshan picked up a strangely shaped little scale and a piece of Green Ganoderma cut into sections. She tucked them into her sleeve, took up her horsetail whisk, and slowly walked toward the village.

As she passed the crowd of villagers, she gave a soft sigh and swept the whisk over their heads.

She had always been blessed with deep good fortune, and had once held the Lantern Blessing Gathering in Shima Town. Now, as her whisk swayed, a gentle breeze swept by, scattering the disaster qi above the villagers' heads.

It was not enough to dispel the disaster, but it did clear their minds.

Her whisk swayed, driving back the black qi surging toward her. She paced into