Golden Light Incantation (Please Read On)

Father followed the direction of Kraun's finger and glanced over before explaining:

"This is a Demon-Startling Bell made by the church. It doesn't need a clapper. As long as an Evil Spirit or Monster appears nearby, it will ring."

The old gatekeeper standing at the door felt his heart skip a beat.

He had been startled awake last night, seemingly by the sound of a bell. But when he listened carefully afterward, there had been nothing.

Nick continued, "The Demon-Startling Bell has a very crisp sound that carries far. Even someone sleeping soundly can be awakened by it. If an evil creature appears, both the church and the residents of the nearby streets will hear it."

I must have heard wrong last night. If it really had been the bell, Father would have heard it too. Hearing this, the old man relaxed.

"Let's go. After breakfast, I'll perform a Purification Ritual at your house."

At the Patrol Squad, Kraun checked his belongings.

One old book on Herbalism. No problem.

A ring of keys. No problem.

One Revolver, loaded with six rounds. There were no bullets inside.

Kraun bared his teeth. The previous owner had always kept this gun fully loaded.

"Officer, I remember handing over a few coins when I came in."

"You must be mistaken," the tall, thin patrolman said flatly. "If there's nothing else, you can leave."

Shaking his head, Kraun hurried out of the Patrol Squad. Father had already gone ahead to his home.

Following the route in his memories, Kraun jogged to the house on Skunk Street.

He took out his key and opened the door. "Father, please come in."

He pushed open the door and stepped inside, immediately sensing an indescribable chill in the air.

Nick opened the Bible of Flame and began chanting sacred scripture. "Where the faithful dwell, evil shall stay away; filth shall be purified in the flames of our Lord."

At last, he raised the Holy Emblem on his chest. The round medallion shone and became searing hot, radiating light and heat in every direction.

As Father moved, Kraun felt the icy presence gradually fade away.

He looked at the Holy Emblem after it had returned to normal, his heart burning with excitement.

For someone who had lived in modern society, witnessing a genuine supernatural phenomenon was profoundly shocking.

Father entered the other rooms and repeated the same procedure.

Before long, every room had been purified, and the two began chatting idly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, knocking came from outside.

"Open up!" an anxious voice called.

Who the hell was this? In such a hurry to be reincarnated? Kraun opened the door in confusion.

A somewhat plump, dark-skinned patrolman stood outside.

The man looked inside, then spotted Father as though he had found a savior. "Father, Captain Hull asks that you come to Tavern Street."

He quickly walked up to Nick and whispered a few words in his ear.

Father's expression changed instantly, and his eyes narrowed.

"I'm leaving. Remember to scrape together what you owe. I'll come collect it in a couple of days."

Nick tossed out those words and hurried away, with the dark-skinned patrolman following close behind.

To hell with your debt! You force people into a deal and still act like it's perfectly justified!

Kraun curled his lip and began tidying the house.

Those greedy hyenas, those filthy maggots!

Cursing, Kraun flung a bag of moldy oats onto the floor.

After cleaning the house, he discovered that it had been turned upside down, and all the small valuables were gone!

Even the two red beech chairs had vanished.

Evil Spirits had no interest in such things.

There was no need to say more. Those patrolmen had clearly pocketed them on the way out.

He went to the small backyard behind the house, crouched down, and checked beneath the stove, which was still covered in wood ash. He let out a breath of relief.

Praise the Lord of Flame, Dad's nest egg was still here!

Beneath this little stove, I dig and dig and dig.

Kraun picked up the small medicinal trowel beside him and shoveled away the ash. Then he dug down another several inches until he unearthed a pitch-black ceramic jar.

The jar was about the size of a casserole pot and wrapped in thick layers of linen.

He cut the sealing thread with the trowel, turned it upside down, and poured out a small pile of glittering gold coins bearing the side profile of The King.

The previous owner's father had been the only Herbalist in town. This was the family's entire savings.

My lovely little darlings!

Kraun felt an immediate fondness for the bearded man stamped on the coins.

He counted them. There were thirty-six Gold Shields in total.

Such an auspicious number—was it telling me to grab a bucket and run away from my debts?

Grinning silently, he picked out twelve coins, put the rest back into the ceramic jar, resealed it, and buried it again.

Kraun returned to the house, sat down, and considered what path he should take in the future.

In his previous life, he had drifted through life, scrimping and saving, planning to find a wife once he was a little older. No children—just two people making do together, supporting each other through quarrels until they reached the end of their lives.

Now that he had come to a strange world of magic and possessed a cheat based on proficiency, he did not want to live an ordinary life again!

He wanted to go adventuring, travel the world, and experience the different sights this world had to offer.

Fine, that was settled. Once he had enough strength, he would set off!

He would repay Father's money, on the condition that he could obtain a method for gaining that mysterious power from him.

Otherwise, he would just stall!

As for interest compounding on interest, that was no big deal! Running away with a bucket could solve most problems, debts included!

What exactly could Evil Spirits do? The herbs and food at home had molded and rotted as if they had been left in a damp place for months.

Kraun could not figure it out. Pinching his nose, he threw the spoiled things into the garbage pit at the end of the street, then returned to the house.

He urgently wanted to test how proficiency skills came about and how new skills could be acquired.

All of the previous owner's skills had already appeared on the Golden Wall. He wondered whether he could turn experience from his past life into several new skills.

As a qualified keyboard warrior, he was broadly knowledgeable and knew a little about everything.

First, he warmed up by performing a set of Lightning Five-Link Whip.

Then he seriously practiced the first eight forms of the basic twenty-four forms of Tai Chi.

That was all he knew.

An hour passed. Sweating all over, Kraun brought his feet together and pressed both hands downward in the air.

Practice over. The Golden Wall appeared.

All that work for nothing!

No new skill had appeared.

Was it because he had not gotten started, or was there another reason?

Kraun pondered the matter and decided to try a few other skills.

He found a kitchen knife, imagined a wooden stake before him, and began chopping at it in earnest. As he chopped, he carefully considered how to exert force.

Chop, chop, chop!

Half an hour passed, and it was still useless.

Kraun found some paper and a pen and wrote a section of code. He was more serious than he had ever been at work in his previous life, yet it was still pointless.

"Thus have I heard: at one time, the Buddha was staying in Shravasti, at Jeta Grove, with a great assembly of twelve hundred and fifty bhikshus..."

Staring dejectedly at the Golden Wall, the man who could only recite the first section of the Diamond Sutra gave a bitter smile.

Perhaps the Buddha had never come to this world either.

Now, only one method remained that he had not tried.

Once in his previous life, after working overtime until late at night, he had ridden a shared bike back to his rental home. For a long time afterward, he kept having nightmares, and neither prayers nor worship helped.

In the end, he received an answer at a small Taoist temple.

An elderly Taoist priest with white hair and a youthful face said he had encountered something unclean, then taught him the Golden Light Incantation and the Visualization Method.

He had not held much hope for them.

The incantation could be found online, and of course he had tried it.

The Taoist priest said that chanting the incantation merely helped one gather scattered thoughts and truly focus one's mental energy.

The Visualization Method was the true core. It depended on whether one had the aptitude to comprehend the Divine Will within it.

Treating a dead horse like a live one, he practiced for half a month. It had actually worked, and he no longer had nightmares.

Kraun sat cross-legged on the floor and formed the Golden Light Seal with both hands. He gently closed his eyes, took deep breaths, and adjusted his emotions.

Once his thoughts became as still as an ancient well, he began visualizing a silvery-white full moon suspended not far before him, illuminating his entire body.

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