Unsheathed

A faint murderous aura flowed through the Golden Bell Monastery, yet this aura was extremely thin and could seemingly be dispersed by the wind. The slightly older girl had a puzzled expression as she commented, "Something doesn't seem right. I observed the temple from afar last night, and there should be much more murderous aura than this."

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment before saying, "This is a good thing. Perhaps these filthy ghosts are forced to hide underground when it's daytime, so this will coincidentally give my disciple and me more time to put up the talismans, as well as spread the glutinous rice and dog blood. At the same time, you and your sister can set up the necessary formations. When evening arrives and there's still some lingering light, we can use sudden and overwhelming force to force the ghosts out of the ground. At that time, we'll be in a very strong position to achieve victory, seeing that the ghosts will no longer have any sort of advantage."

The slightly older girl nodded in agreement before turning to her eager little sister and saying, "Make sure to focus and don't become careless. Ghosts and yin entities have all kinds of strange and unpredictable abilities, so if the Golden Bell Monastery is truly a trap that's purposely luring us in, then we'll definitely suffer immensely if we aren't careful enough."

"Don't worry, Big Sis," the young girl said with a glowing expression.

When they arrived at the entrance of the Golden Bell Monastery, the young girl with red cheeks nimbly jumped onto the temple wall, allowing her to see the many skeletons scattered on the ground in front of the main hall. These were most likely skeletons of the monks and worshippers who hadn't been able to flee in time.

The young girl rapidly launched an expensive yellow paper talisman drawn with gold powder and had it stick onto the door lintel of the main hall. The talisman surprisingly didn't show any signs of combustion, and after a short moment, the young girl turned around and said, "There are temporarily no ghosts in the main hall, so Uncle Song can rest assured and place talismans on the temple doors. After entering the temple, Uncle Song can feel free to scatter glutinous rice along the walls."

ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝙣𝙚𝙩

Afterward, the two sisters leaped up and entered the temple first, sticking ordinary yellow paper talismans onto the walls and corridor pillars. Meanwhile, the precious gold powder talismans were reserved for important locations such as the doors of the great hall and the plaques above the doors.

The middle-aged man and his disciple casually tossed away the tubes of incense outside the temple, after which they put down their bags and retrieved several cotton pouches that were heavy and filled with aged glutinous rice, as well as several leather water bladders filled with dog blood. They then started to deftly set up some so-called formations.

The four cultivators carried out their respective tasks in the large temple and eventually converged at the end, with all of them remaining safe and sound.

There was only a single side hall with a tightly shut door that the young girl said was brimming with a strong murderous aura, so the four of them worked together to stick dozens of yellow paper talismans on the doors, windows, roof ridge, and curved eaves. The young girl personally placed talismans on the rooftop, after which she started to lift up the roof tiles and allow sunshine to penetrate into the side hall. This caused anguished wails to erupt in the hall, and there was also the crackling sound of black mist being scorched by the sun and transformed into ashes.

In the end, the four cultivators gathered before the entrance of the side hall.

They exchanged a smile with each other.