After Xiao An sealed his body, the old Taoist gave his disciple a booklet and told him to follow the records in the manual and quickly open the Yin and Yang eyes before he could practice later.

The Yinshan School’s grammar is based on controlling ghosts, so it puts the opening of Yin and Yang eyes first. Moreover, Xiao An will be more smooth than others because of the fate of the ghost child.

Just like Shang Biao, in order to open the yin and yang eyes, practiced hard in the secret room without sunlight for three months before he succeeded. According to the old Taoist estimate, Xiao An could open his eyes in at most ten days. It has to be said that people are more angry than others.

In the early morning, in the backyard of An's clinic, Shang Biao slowly stretched his muscles and bones.

"The guidance technique you practiced is a bit different from the "Five Internal Guidance Method" circulating in Lushan School. There are more movements and the effect is greatly enhanced."

The old Taoist finished his morning class and saw Shang Biao finishing a set of guidance techniques, and said.

"The predecessor who taught the master's nephew Taoism was in the Republic of China during his lifetime, and it is normal that there is a difference between the Dharma and the Lushan School today.

If the uncle's explanation is done, I will ask someone to book two air tickets to return home.”

Shang Biao calmed down his breath and made up lies and explained it.

"You kid, you obviously offended the people from the Weiwen Group, and you dare to return home so carelessly. If you are blocked on the plane, you will have no place to escape.

Come with me and take you to see the unique Yin market in Nanyang."

The old Taoist greeted Shang Biao and drove the pickup truck from yesterday towards the famous local Meihe River.

Shang Biao is now in the capital of a small monarchy country in Nanyang, spreading outward with the gorgeous palace as the center. The first circle is a temple dedicated to various gods, mostly Luang Po who practices or a well-known place of practice for Baizhe.

The second circle is the uneven high-rise buildings, which is the commercial center here.

The third circle is the residential area, and An Guoren’s pharmacy shop is located in the third circle.

The outermost part of the Mei River is the slums, which is the most chaotic place.

As the pickup trucks walked along the way, more and more simple sheds began to appear.

The old road parked the car at a small ferry and took Shang Biao to a local wooden boat.

As the boat penetrated deep into the Mei River, it was clear that it was sunny during the day, but the surroundings became dim, and lights swaying in the wind appeared not far away.

"What a heavy yin energy, this place is a great place to raise ghosts and refine corpses."

Shang Biao noticed the changes in the surrounding environment and said to the old Taoist.

"Look at it carefully, do you feel familiar?"

Hearing the old Taoist’s reminder, Shang Biao checked carefully.

"It's a bit like the Five Ghosts Yin Gathering Formation. Is this the master's work?"

"You look down on me too highly. This is a trading place built by the Yinshan Sect's predecessors who fled to Nanyang to facilitate their practice by contacting the local Luang Po and the Jiangtou Master for the convenience of their practice."

"Oh, Luang Po, who practices Buddhism, will come to such a place with awesome ghosts?"

Shang Biao heard the old Taoist's explanation and said in confusion.

"The Luang Pra here is different from the monks in China, so you must not confuse the two.

In order to raise funds, Luang Po from some small temples will also bless some magical instruments to sell here. Or buy some Yin Spirits here to help you improve your cultivation.

Those white and black declines sometimes come here to find some spell casting materials for the surrender.

It can be said that all practitioners are welcome here, except for the disciples of the Ghost King Sect."

The boat gradually approached the bright lights, and the sheds, which were no different from the previous slums, were suspended on the water. The only difference was that the porches of these sheds were particularly wide, and a skull lantern was hung on the pillars of the shed.

On the wide porch, there were Luang Po, either covered his face with black robes or monk robes. Without exception, their state was sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed, without any communication.

In front of them, there are various spell casting materials. The sacrificial masters mostly display different types of corpse oil bottles, as well as Gumantongs of various paint colors. As for bone powder, skeletons, or beating heart organs, they are even more common.

What Luang Po and his friends have placed are all kinds of magical instruments, rosary, Buddha statues, Buddha plaques, etc.

Shang Biao's eyes lingered on these magical materials, taking advantage of his good fortune and trying to gain something with a bargaining mentality.

But soon the boat stopped in front of an empty shed. The old Taoist paid the boatman and took Shang Biao to the porch of the shed.

The skull was shaken left and right, and the candlelight burst out from the skull's eye sockets and mouth, turning into a fang-flapping ghost pounced on the two.

"The Yin Spirit, who has erased the wisdom, is not affected by Qiongqi's momentum. It seems that the owner of this room is also a ruthless character."

Before Shang Biao could take action, the old Taoist grabbed the ghost and forced it into the skull.

"I think someone is not open-minded. It's actually Master Xuanxing. It's such a rare guest. I'm a friend. I'm a new apprentice. I'm really a handsome talent and extraordinary momentum. I'll rely on my junior brother to carry forward the Taoist throne of the Yinshan School."

A young man with small figure, yellow hair, silver rings and a lazy nose emerged from the shed.

"Hmph, don't expect to be a good boy, do you expect to be a fool who is not doing your job all day long? Fortunately, your master left early, otherwise you would be angry to death when you see you like this."

The old Taoist said angrily and walked into the young man's shack.

"Hehe, uncle, please let me go. There is really nothing good. I don't even prepare a decent meeting gift for my junior brother. You can't find any good things if you look through it.

By the way, do you want this can of old corpse water? It’s excellent to use it to make some special talismans.”

When the young man saw the old Taoist breaking into the house, he quickly followed him in.

By the way, I picked up a jar filled with greasy black water at the door and sold it to the old Taoist, trying to cover up what happened.

Shang Biao couldn't help laughing when he heard the young man's words.

The corpse water is the basic material used by the surrender master to lower his head, and it is unheard of for him to make talismans.

That jar of corpse water is indeed useful to some surrendered masters who are not well-versed in Taoism.

Generally, the newly-entered masters think that the corpse water they make is not effective, so they will come to the Yin market to use two taels of food for their own use just like scattering wine.

Shang Biao followed the young man and walked in.

The old Taoist had already pulled out a string of rosary magic weapons from the corner and threw them to Shang Biao.

"Didn't you say you want to give your junior brother a gift? You don't have to choose it anymore. This magic weapon is pretty good. Remember to prepare one more next time, and you have a junior brother."

"Uncle Master, how many apprentices have you taken? My nephew finally got a baby, but before it could be heated up, I went into someone else's pocket."
Chapter completed!