Chao Zi this guy always speaks out of turn: "You're not still a few thousand years old, living as an old monster, haha, old man, your words are really interesting."

  "Haha", the elder put down the book in his hand and stood up, saying: "Yes, I have forgotten how many years ago it was. A person from the Central Plains was found lying in the position where you are lying, on the verge of death. It was my ancestors who saved him. This person was a genius of the Heavenly Way, and he had a pleasant conversation with my ancestors about the Taoist teachings. He stayed for three years, and after he left, my ancestors used the method he taught to calculate the stars and predict that one day someone would come in again."

  Zha Wenbin stood up and bowed, saying: "From your accent, I can tell you're from the Sichuan region. May I ask who you are?"

  "That person from the Central Plains taught my ancestors your language and your civilization, but only the successive high priests would pass it down orally. Since I was born and sent to the previous high priest's tent, every generation of our Qiang tribe's high priest must learn two languages, just waiting for the day when we can welcome visitors from the Central Plains. I thought I had waited in vain, but today you have come."

  Qiang ethnic group?

  "We have been living here for thousands of years, guarding the sacred mountain is one of our responsibilities. Later on, we had another responsibility added to us, which was to welcome your arrival. My name is Ridamugi, you can call me Yun, because in our language Ridamu means cloud in the sky."

  The old blade asked cautiously: "Then how did you know to wait for us?"

  "Hahaha, no one has ever lived to cross the Netherworld Path. It's a one-way door from hell to the world, you can only enter, not exit, unless you have something on you that he stole from here back then."

  Cha Wenbin took out the Sun Wheel and Moon Wheel from his sleeve and placed them on the ground, asking: "Are these two things what Yun Dajisi was talking about?"

  The Grand Priest Yun saw the two objects and suddenly lost his balance, his body tilting backwards, stretching out a hawk-like hand to touch, while Zhang Wenbin's eyes involuntarily trembled, his hand had already moved to the Seven Star Sword.

  "I didn't think he was as formidable as the rumors said, and yet he actually went up the mountain and brought back these two things." The Yun Grand Priest said with some excitement, "I didn't think I'd be able to see a sacred object in my lifetime."

  Chaozi carefully asked Wen Bin: "This old man won't dare to rob, will he? If he dares to make a move, I'll knock him down with one shot."

  "Young man, the Central Plains culture he brought to us is all about the word 'rites'. Cloud Grand Priest walked to the back row of wooden cabinets and said: "These are all the Central Plains cultures he brought to us. My ancestors spent their whole lives organizing them into books, and every generation of grand priests can recite them by heart." As he spoke, Cloud Grand Priest closed his eyes and began to recite: "The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao. The name that can be named is not the eternal name..."

  Zha Wenbin immediately felt a sense of being struck by five thunders, what kind of immortal from which world would be able to recite the most original "Tao Te Ching" like this!

  The world knows one sentence: The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao. The name that can be named is not the eternal name.

  Don't think this old man recited the wrong character, actually he recited the most authentic one!

  The original text of this sentence was "Dao can be spoken, not the constant Dao. Name can be named, not the constant name." Later, during the Han Dynasty, to avoid the taboo of Emperor Wen of Liu Heng, the character "" (constant) was changed to "" (common). As a result, in later generations, people also continued this sentence, and if Master Zeng had not mentioned this small detail earlier, Zhang Wenbin would have thought that Yun Dajisi made a mistake.

  "Does the High Priest know who that person is?" Zhang Wenbin interrupted him somewhat rudely, unable to hold back any longer.

  "We don't even know his specific name, just that his surname is 'Chang', how come you're not his descendants?"

  "My surname is Cha, and there's no one with the surname Chang here either. I obtained these two things by chance, and now that we need to find a place, it seems like it should be the Sacred Mountain that Elder Chang had been to before. In that case, can the High Priest point us in the right direction?"

  Yun Da Jisi said with some disbelief: "Oh? Not his descendant, then how did you become the Shaman of our Qiang tribe?"

  "Qiang tribe? Shamanism? I am the Orthodox Heavenly Master, practicing the most orthodox Taoist school, what is this Qiang tribe shamanism talk?"

  The great priest Yun stretched out his own hands, a pair of curved fingers like eagle claws made Old Wang tremble, when did Zhōu Xióng's grandfather have such a pair of hands with white beard.

  "All Qiang tribe's sorcerers will become like this, I see that your two fingers have already started to change slowly, every time you use the sorcery, it will bring a greater impact, until finally becoming like me. The Qiang tribe's sorcery has always been passed down only to our own people, that person who came in back then used your Central Plains' Taoist scriptures as an exchange and obtained our tribe's sorcery from our ancestors. Although our tribe's sorcery can communicate with gods and see ghosts, there is also a drawback, which is that the fingers of those who practice sorcery will gradually become like this as the number of times they cast spells increases. Using your Taoist scriptures to explain it, I'm afraid it's just a case of having gains but also losses."

  Cha Wenbin looked at his left hand with some trembling, and he couldn't help but feel that the two fingers were gradually becoming different from an unknown time. Although the flexibility still existed, the tactile sensation had begun to decline significantly, but the strength was greater than before. However, he really didn't remember when he had practiced this kind of sorcery, which he had always thought was a ghostly way.

  "I haven't learned your magic, my hand..." Zha Wenbin couldn't continue answering.

  "The great priest Yun said very naturally: 'No, this was originally a condition for our ancestors to let him take away. Our tribe's witchcraft is mainly used to save people and exorcise demons, but some conditions are needed for cultivation. The yin-yang path you entered has gathered too many souls of the living, only the great priests of past generations can enter and cultivate.'"

  Cha Wenbin said with a somewhat gloomy tone: "The demonic path is after all the demonic path, why must you make it sound so pleasant!"

  "What's this 'Ghost Way' you speak of?"

  The Seven Stars Sword flashed out of its scabbard with a cold gleam, pointing at the High Priest: "Using human souls as a means of cultivation to achieve the goal of communicating with ghosts and gods, turning oneself into an unrecognizable living dead person, this kind of thing is not supposed to be used by the righteous path and will not be used by the righteous path. I have never practiced such harmful things, but I have personally beheaded several cultivators of ghostly paths, which you call witchcraft!"

  "Wen Bin, what are you doing?" Old Wang exclaimed in surprise.

  Look at Wen Bin taking action, Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong also raised their guns and aimed at the High Priest. Dashan immediately stood in front of him. As soon as Lao Dao saw this situation, without saying a word, he loaded his gun with a "brushing" sound. It can be said that now, as long as this old man in front makes any slight movement, he will be shot out like a broken rag in the first time.

  The Grand Priest Yun was somewhat angry, and he realized that the person in front of him had a different kind of hatred towards himself: "The Big Dipper Seven Stars, I've seen it in books, it's indeed a good weapon. But I don't understand why you, who have learned witchcraft yourself, won't admit it. My tribe's witchcraft uses the spirits of dead animals as a gathering place for yin energy to erode one's originally pure soul, and after going through countless hardships, finally achieves the goal of being able to communicate with spirits, but that is also for the benefit of all living things. How did it become an evil and demonic path in your mouth?"

  Cha Wenbin also felt a bit strange, this person was different from the ones he had met before. Although his fingers were also curved, but there was no ghostly aura on his body at all. He thought to himself that maybe he had reached the highest level and could hide these auras. In order to cultivate in a place with abundant yin energy, the red-clothed man did the same: "Benefiting others? Then why do you deprive people of their right to reincarnate in the three realms, why do you kill people and plunder their souls, making it impossible for the dead to be reborn, using their spirits to cultivate your own witchcraft. Isn't this demonic and heretical?"

  Yun Dajisi looked at Zha Wenbin with some incredulity: "Using a person's soul as cultivation?"

  "Isn't it?"

  The great priest of the Yun clan said: "My tribe cultivates witchcraft, only because our ancestors saw a large number of trapped souls from this yin-yang path. Although they are cattle, sheep, and animals, they are also souls. Our ancestors saw that they were trapped here and could not escape, so they used the power of the sacred mountain to help them escape early and understand witchcraft from it. Did he actually use human souls as cultivation after being taken away by that person?"

  Chaozi shouted: "Wenbin brother, don't waste your breath on this old man. Since he's in cahoots with that guy from the funeral home, he can't be a good person. Take him down!"

  "Impossible!" Zhang Wenbin said, "You're really cultivating as a beast?"

  The chief priest of the Yin-Yang sect said with some dissatisfaction: "From very early on, animals have been coming to sacrifice and offer sacrifices to that sacred mountain in order to thank the gods for giving them a lush pasture and sweet spring water. Our ancestors thought these creatures had a grateful heart, so they couldn't bear to see them trapped after death, which is why we later developed our magic rituals. What every generation of chief priests has to do is send out all the trapped souls in this Yin-Yang path to thank them for their devotion to the gods - where did this idea of using humans for cultivation come from?!"

  "I was wrong to blame you, junior Chan Wenbin offers his apologies!" As he spoke, Chan Wenbin immediately knelt down in front of Yun Daifu and kowtowed three times with a loud thud.

  Ke Yun Dajisi seemed to be unfazed and did not blame Cha Wenbin, instead asking anxiously: "What do you mean by that ghostly path?"

  Cha Wenbin then recounted the whole story of the red-clothed man's ghostly path to him, and after listening, the Grand Priest slumped to the ground, muttering: "I really didn't expect it, our tribe's witchcraft was actually used by these petty people for such an evil technique!

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