Ghost Messenger, My Brother?

"A treasure like this must not be used lightly, and no one must see it!" Those who cultivated the righteous path usually believed in leaving a thread of life under heaven's will. They rarely scattered a Hun and Po to the winds. Even when the various sects used spells to subdue ghosts and monsters, they mainly negotiated, drove them away, or sealed them. As the years passed, fewer and fewer people practiced the arts of slaughter.

That was probably also because the path of cultivation had grown harder and harder, while cultivators had grown weaker and weaker!

But destroying souls at the drop of a hat—even using ghostly souls as fuel for the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp—was undeniably wicked business. It was far too vicious!

"No wonder True Person Lü's Daoist writings never mentioned this..." Tang Changsheng murmured.

He waved a hand without thinking and extinguished the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp.

When he stepped outside the thatched hut, his scalp began to prickle.

Pale shapes drifted on cold winds all across the ground. No fewer than a dozen Yin Winds were wandering outside the hut!

Oh, hell!

Tang Changsheng suddenly understood why the patriarchs had stressed, time and again, the importance of a Quiet Room for secluded cultivation...

"Fortunately, the ones I drew here are all insignificant little ghosts..."

Tang Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not dare stay there any longer. Who knew whether something powerful might turn up? Even another Ghost Messenger like the one last time would leave him in a world of trouble!

"I'd better see that Ghost Messenger before returning to Yin-Yang Mountain," he said to himself.

The Seven Absolutions were truly good things. Besides, Tang Changsheng wanted to get to know that Ghost Messenger and sound him out.

After all, the