Someone Always Wants To Corrupt My Disciple

What had seemed a certain death trap ended in less than two minutes once the Patriarch appeared. Qingyang Temple truly embodied the saying: mess with the juniors, and the elder will come for you.

To keep the ghosts from fleeing to cause harm elsewhere, before returning to the top of the pagoda Ye Yuan tossed down two talismans. One was a Soul-Collecting Talisman. With just a small activation from the old man, the countless weak, nearly collapsing female ghosts on the ground were all swept up before the sun fully rose — not a single one left behind.

Bai Yu was stunned. No wonder it was a talisman bestowed by the Patriarch: an ordinary soul-collecting slip could barely trap one fierce ghost, but this one cleared the entire field at once. He grew excited, turning the talisman over and over, though he couldn’t figure out its secrets.

Then he frowned, realizing a problem.

So many ghosts were now sealed inside — but neither he nor the girl had learned any ritual to ferry spirits to the afterlife. These female ghosts had no consciousness left and couldn’t cross over on their own. They couldn’t just keep them trapped forever, could they?

He turned toward the ever-resourceful genius.

“Girl, what now?”

Yun Jiao glanced around at the wreckage and replied seriously,

“I think… the most important thing is to clean up the kitchen first.”