tering demonic hearts.My brother pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Could he be creating an opportunity for you Immortals are ranked according to their merits. The greater the merit, the h...Master Huiqing was still worried that we wouldn't believe him, so he lifted his robes and pulled out a brand-new Huawei P9 PLUS from the innermost pocket of his trousers.

My brother raised his hand, pretending to call out to his bald head: "Can't you afford something else besides the latest smartphone"

“....I'm supporting domestic products! Look, I only have *bao left*, this was bought with X!”

My brother lowered his head and started studying his phone. I helplessly took out my phone to search for vegetarian restaurants.

Lin Yanhuan called me and said that the results of Qi KeXin's case were out. She would be sent to XX Prison for temporary detention, and once Shao Yihan's "special rehabilitation center" was built, she would be transferred there.

Qikexin's immediate family members were also suspended from their jobs, placed under house arrest and monitored for travel, and had their passports confiscated.

I whispered to Lin Yanhuan, "Qi Kexin wasn't like this... She was just being used by the Ghost Princess. There's no need to involve her family, right"

Lin Yanhuan chuckled lightly on the phone, "Xiao Qiao, don't be so naive. They have too many old things in their hands, and many people would love to see them collapse. This is not something I can control... Don't overthink it, I called you mainly to ask if you want to meet Qi Ke Xin Is there anything you need to tell her"

Over the phone, Lin Yanhuan couldn't be too explicit. I understood his meaning, he wanted me to tell that vixen's ghost to play her part well, until everything was settled, then she could return to my side and continue cultivating.

I had made an appointment with him, and just hung up the phone when Lin Yanqin came in happily.

"Ding ding ding! Xiao Qiao, look what I brought! The best Peking duck in town!" She held up a takeaway bag and beamed at me.

Roast duck My brother and I are out of luck because we have to eat vegetarian food with Master Huisqing.

Lin Yanqin entered the room and immediately hid the roast duck behind her back: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't expect a master to be here today..."

My brother walked over and reached out to take the takeout bag, casually giving her a hug. Master Huqing immediately stood up and said, “Sister-in-law, hello! This humble monk was passing by your esteemed abode and came to pay my respects. I apologize for any inconvenience.”

"Who is your sister-in-law! You, a monk, what sister-in-law do you have!" My brother chided.

Huiqing smiled and said, "In a society of people, human relationships are important, and loyalty is priceless. It's always good to cultivate more human connections... Although I am a monk, since I am in the secular world, I naturally need to have worldly affairs and human relationships."

"Listen to you rambling nonsense and digging holes!" My brother glared at him and took Lin Yanqin back to his room.

I told Huqing, “Don’t laugh at my brother. This Miss Lin is his weakness; he has to protect her well... What did you mean by 'Nanke's Dream' Tell me about it first.”

"Good..." Hu Qing's expression became more serious, he sat up straight, and began to speak in a low voice about some secrets that had been passed down by word of mouth.

Many generations ago, a reclusive master lived in a temple in the capital city that enjoyed imperial incense. Sadly, the emperor at the time was a tyrant who felt his life was nearing its end and wanted people to emulate past emperors by offering fruits, gold and silver to the underworld in exchange for more years on Earth.

At that time, the foolish emperor conspired with the elderly abbot of the royal temple. The abbot was wicked and wanted to make Huicqing, a young novice who had just arrived from outside the city to seek refuge, take the place of his master as the first sacrifice.

The old abbot got some poison, but that day it happened to rain heavily. The disciple who bought the poison got soaked through, and the package of poison in his bosom got wet and dissolved most of it. Only a small portion remained, which Lao Huiqing's master ate.

Later, Master Shizu suffered unbearable abdominal pain and foamed at the mouth. Before he was completely dead, he was placed in a coffin, covered with various gold, silver, jewels, and precious gifts.

The master lay unconscious in his coffin and was later taken away by a ghost messenger. Afraid, he broke free from his shackles midway and ran away. As a result, he saw a small courtyard that resembled a hallucination.

All the things in every room of the courtyard were "backwards," all heads down, feet up.

These rooms were all alike, and in the last room he saw a demon exactly like himself.

Fierce, cruel, with teeth and claws bared.

He scrambled to escape, only to find the entire courtyard had turned upside down. The doppelganger, upon seeing him, attacked with lethal intent, ultimately riding atop him and strangling his neck – at which point he jolted awake in terror, finding carpenters nailing a coffin lid shut.

He suddenly spoke, scaring the artisan into fainting, and then took the opportunity to escape.

After that, he found his cultivation soared, but every now and then evil thoughts would flash in his mind. He had to constantly cultivate hard to grind away his evil thoughts.

"My master, they say, lived to be over a hundred! Back then, he was considered quite extraordinary." Master Huisqing moved the bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall closer to himself and didn't even offer me any.

I furrowed my brow in thought. Could this courtyard, a reflection of sorts, similar to the mirror used by Cheng Banxian when removing poisons, amplify even the slightest evil thoughts in one's heart tenfold or even a hundredfold

Can one greatly increase their cultivation and prolong their lifespan by entering this inverted courtyard

What is the connection between that goblin child and this courtyard

Hu Qing smiled at me, "When I was sorting through Master's belongings, I found his secluded retreat — the underground chamber of that thatched hut. It's a room with an inverted layout, I wonder if it was left behind by the previous masters. When you go back, if you have time, you should take a look."

On the last working day of the year, I arrived at the bustling “Temple of City God.” This place has long since become a cultural heritage site accessible to the general public. Leveraging my official status, I met with the person in charge of the temple.

"Long time no see, long admired your name. I heard you came here for an inspection." The person in charge was a shrewd one, smiling and putting on airs for me.

I glanced at Jiang Qiyun beside me. He stood with his hands behind his back, watching the constant stream of incense-bearers pass by, his eyes vacant.

"...I would like to ask you a favor, please temporarily close the main hall. Shouldn't it be time to see off the guests"

"Yes, would you wait a moment" said the person in charge.

I nodded and walked over to Jiang Qiyun's side.

"... What should we do next Go to the main hall and recite the Bao Gao"

Jiang Qiyund nodded. “If he comes to greet us personally, it shows some respect for our status. If he doesn't…hmph…”

I'm a little uneasy. Could Jiang Qiyun really want to investigate Old Wangye's history in just these two days

After the meeting, we planned to go back. So Jiang Qiyun decided to expose Lao Wangye's secret before we left.

The ancient ruler of the nation, the righteous god of heaven. Rewards the good and punishes the wicked, controls life and death... Blessing the sacred king's might, the spiritual official responds to the revered deity. By imperial decree, Fu Ming Ling Wang is enshrined as the City God within the city walls, solidifying the heavenly lord.

Look at his position, has this old Wangye forgotten his roots...

After I finished reciting the Bao-gao, a faint blue smoke began to rise from behind the main hall's offering table.he weather gods are not on our side! This torrential downpour has turned the water behind the dam into a shimmering spectacle, bubbling and frothing like boiling water. The “dam” itself seems to be tr...