After waking, Daoist Xue already knew how to respond. He immediately jumped down from the roof and shook awake the people in the front courtyard.
Before Old Man Zhang could even call out "Daoist Priest," Daoist Zhang had already spoken.
"Quick, go to a paper effigy shop and buy some paper figures. One for each child. Size doesn't matter, but make sure the boys and girls match!"
"Paper figures?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, right, right. Do you need anything else?"
The others who had woken gathered around as well. Daoist Xue glanced at the chicken coop in the courtyard. That big rooster had crowed loud and clear just now.
"No need to look elsewhere for anything else. What we need is right here in the courtyard!"
What Hui Mian had done could not really be considered a complete transmission of techniques. For the most part, it had awakened abilities Daoist Xue had already possessed in his previous life.
While Daoist Xue was making preparations, a wisp of heavenly wind descended into a temple outside the nearby county town.
Naturally, Hui Mian and the others had arrived with the wind.
"Senior Gray, is this where that Daoist came when his spirit wandered yesterday?"
Yan Shouyun asked curiously, looking around. It was still early, and there seemed to be few worshippers inside. But it looked like nothing more than an ordinary temple.
"By the way, what does it mean for someone's spirit to wander?"
Qi Zhongbin looked toward the closed hall doors in the temple's rear courtyard as he answered his disciple's question.
"When divine sense slips free, it is rather like an ordinary person's mind wandering through dreams. Often, it cannot be controlled, yet it can produce unexpected wonders. Ordinary cultivators do not wander this way, however. They already have control over