The invincible female ghost is a bit love-struck.

Chapter 39: Whatever it is, let her tell Sanqing!

A blood-red figure floated eerily above the coffin.

Those empty, scarlet eyes were fixed on the old man.

In an instant, the old man's muscles tensed, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Those usually cloudy old eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and his hand had already reached for the magic weapon pouch at his waist with lightning speed!

This was the first time Lu Yuan had ever seen the old man like this, and his heart skipped a beat.

He snapped back to his senses, grabbed the old man's arm tightly, and turned to shout urgently at Gu Qingwan, who was still in mid-air:

"There's still a way!!"

"I told you I wouldn't abandon you. Trust me, I will definitely save you!"

Before Lu Yuan could finish speaking, the old man he was holding tightly exploded on the spot, grinning and shouting:

"You're going to save me my ass! What are you going to use to save me?!"

"Let's cut our losses today, so she won't haunt you like a ghost!"

"If it comes to fighting, I'm not afraid of her! This is the True Dragon Temple, and the Three Pure Ones Hall is right behind us!!"

"If there's anything, let her talk to Sanqing!"

Lu Yuan could tell that the old man was truly enraged; he had already started making hand seals!

The old man is easy to talk to; I can persuade him to stay calm.

What I'm worried about is Gu Qingwan's side!

Good heavens, I just invited them back and said all the nice things.

The old man was right next to me, saying "Don't worry about it" and "Don't get involved."

How could they not get angry!

Before Lu Yuan could speak again, Gu Qingwan, who was in mid-air, turned her scarlet eyes toward Lu Yuan and parted her red lips slightly.

Lu Yuan knew she spoke very slowly, and without thinking, he quickly covered the old man's mouth with his other hand to shut him up.

"……without……"

"..."

"……relation……"

"deliver……"

"I...go back..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lu Yuan tightly covered the old man's mouth, looking at her with unwavering determination, and said, word by word:

"If I say yes, then yes!"

"Lie back down first!"

After saying that, Lu Yuan didn't give her a chance to refuse. He covered the old man's mouth and dragged him out of the side hall.

Gu Qingwan hovered in mid-air, her empty eyes watching silently as Lu Yuan struggled to drag the still-struggling old man out of the palace gate.

"..."

"……oh……"

The next instant, the blood-red figure silently disappeared into the coffin, and the coffin lid that had fallen to the ground flew up into the air and closed tightly with a "bang".

……

Meanwhile, outside the side hall gate.

Lu Yuan finally dragged the old man out, and then turned to close the door.

The old man stood there, so angry he was jumping up and down, pointing at Lu Yuan's nose and cursing:

"You've been bewitched!!"

"you……"

Before the old man could finish yelling, Lu Yuan slammed the door shut, turned around, and lowered his voice, saying:

"Shout! Shout! Shout! Call everyone in the temple over and let them all come and see this excitement!"

Upon hearing this, the old man indeed fell silent, but his anger remained.

He rushed to Lu Yuan in a few strides, his teeth grinding together.

"What are you trying to do?!"

"She already said she was going back!"

"Why are you still holding onto her?!"

"If you can't handle her, she'll cling to you for life!!"

Lu Yuan curled his lip and said stiffly:

"I can fix it."

These words were like adding fuel to the fire, and the old man was so angry that he almost jumped up on the spot again.

"You're hopeless!"

"What are you going to use to fix this?!"

Lu Yuan can't tell the old man about what he's going to do, or he'll get even angrier!

Lu Yuan immediately resorted to shamelessness and said directly:

"Stop talking, don't meddle in my business!"

After saying that, Lu Yuan turned around and left, pushing the door open again to enter the side hall.

The old man stared at Lu Yuan's retreating figure, fuming with rage, and said:

"I can't be bothered with that!!!"

"You're just asking for trouble!!"

"You've got yourself killed. See if I don't clean up your mess!!"

After angrily finishing his rant, the old man turned and stormed off in a huff.

……

The side hall was quiet.

Lu Yuan squatted down again and quietly drew the talisman stroke by stroke on the cold floor tiles.

"He is my master and my only family in the world. He dug me out of the snowdrift back then."

"He's worried that I can't handle this situation with you, and that you'll hurt me."

Lu Yuan spoke as he drew the talisman.

The coffin beside him remained silent for a long time.

"……I……"

"..."

"……No……"

"meeting……"

Upon hearing this response, Lu Yuan raised his head, grinned at the coffin, and his smile carried a hint of youthful cunning and certainty.

"I know."

That's why I brought you back.

"Moreover, I truly can save you; you should believe me."

After Lu Yuan finished speaking, he stood up, quietly went to the window, and looked through the crack to make sure that the old man had really gone far away.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief and took out a seemingly ordinary yellow silk bag from the deepest part of his close-fitting satchel.

The bag was tied tightly with a red rope, and a small, smooth, white jade ring hung from the knot.

This is not a magical artifact, but a special kind of "container".

This item is found in all Taoist temples; it is placed under the statues of the Three Pure Ones in each temple.

Lu Yuan untied the pocket, but did not open it; he simply held it in his palm.

The pocket felt as light as if it contained nothing, but when he focused his senses, he could feel a warm, complex yet exceptionally gentle torrent within it.

This is not the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, nor the essence of the sun and moon, but the power of faith.

It is a stream of "thoughts" formed by the most simple and sincere prayers of countless pilgrims.

It is not sharp or domineering, but a gentle, continuous stream that nourishes life and benefits all things silently.

It can also... dissolve certain shackles of evil thoughts based on 'coercion'.

Lu Yuan raised his eyes, his gaze fixed intently on the dark, heavy coffin.

"These insidious techniques you employ are the product of the perpetrator's absolute malice and desire for control, distorting nature and forcibly altering yin and yang."

"Their power comes from 'coercion' and 'deprivation,' while the faith of pilgrims comes from 'prayer' and 'hope.'"

"Perhaps... the wishes of all beings can overcome one's own evil."

This idea is very bold.

The faith of pilgrims has always been regarded by Taoist temples as the foundation for nourishing the earth's veins and stabilizing the temple's fortune; it is gentle and precious.

Very few people would think of using it as a weapon to "break the curse".

However, Lu Yuan had glimpsed a few words in the profound book "Tao" that the system rewarded him with, which mentioned:

"The lights of ten thousand homes can illuminate the netherworld, and the wishes of all living beings can move mountains."

and so……

Lu Yuan wanted to pull a trick and switch the dragon with the phoenix.

The faith originally intended for the Three Pure Ones statue was used to break Gu Qingwan's technique.

This matter must not be known to the old man.

If the old man knew that the faith he gave to the statue of the Three Pure Ones had been given to an evil spirit...

Lu Yuan was afraid that the old man would beat him to death.

……

It was late at night, past midnight.

Lu Yuan hunched over, his steps lighter than a cat's, and silently slipped past the junior brother on night watch who was dozing in the main hall, into the Sanqing Hall.

The talisman array in the side hall is now complete.

That array of runes is both a cage that isolates evil spirits and a bridge that guides the transmission of spiritual energy.

What he needs to do now is to bury a small "Wish-Intercepting Array" under the floor tiles where the yellow silk bag is usually placed.

In this way, the faith generated by pilgrims in the future will flow continuously to the side hall along the formation.

To wash away the century-old curse that had been afflicting Gu Qingwan.

Like a real thief, Lu Yuan tiptoed to the base of the Three Pure Ones statue.

He took out a knife and, extremely slowly and forcefully, scraped along the seam of a floor tile, trying his best not to make a sound.

Soon, the four sides were cut open.

Lu Yuan inserted the tip of his knife into the crevice, held his breath, and gently pried it open.

Click.

With a soft, almost inaudible crack, a corner of the floor tile was pried up.

Lu Yuan quickly stuffed a pre-drawn wish-cutting talisman into it.

This is not over yet.

He picked up a vermilion pen and, by the faint moonlight, quickly sketched the remaining array patterns on the back of the floor tiles.

Lu Yuan was very nervous, as this was the first time he had done something so outrageous.

The tension is no less than when you were a kid playing a game where zombies were about to appear, but you couldn't jump over the wall.

"Tsk~"

"You drew it wrong! This stroke should be to the right!"

The old man's voice suddenly rang out behind Lu Yuan.