Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department

"Bang bang bang.."

The sound of the iron rod hitting the corpse echoed in the yard.

Jiang Shi’s corpse was no longer recognizable as human.

It was completely a pulp of meat.

After finishing these tasks, Jiang Chen cautiously looked at Mo Lin.

Jiang Chen knelt on the ground, placing his hands on the ground, bowing to Mo Lin.

"Thank you, senior. This gratitude, I will never forget."

Jiang Chen also understood that to Mo Lin, this was a trivial matter.

But to him, it was something that changed his life.

He would never forget it his entire life.

"Is there anything else?" Mo Lin asked Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen didn’t dare to make any requests; he was already very satisfied.

"May I ask, what is your name, senior?"

"Mo Lin." Mo Lin slowly announced his name.

"You are Lord Mo Lin?"

Jiang Chen smiled, "Lord Mo Lin, I’ve heard of your deeds."

"Is there anything I can do to serve you?"

Jiang Chen had no particular thoughts; he wanted to repay Mo Lin.

His life’s goal was completed today, and he had no goals in life anymore.

In the future, he wanted to follow Mo Lin to at least know what he should do.

Mo Lin hesitated for a moment; actually, Jiang Chen was very weak, not even a Red Dust Immortal.

He was not helpful at all.

Perhaps sensing Mo Lin’s thoughts, Jiang Chen hurriedly said, "You can take me as your disciple.

I will be your disciple, and you will teach me Daoist skills."

"I will clear obstacles for you, and pave the way.

I can do good deeds, and I can also do things that cannot be seen in public."

Jiang Chen initially thought this sounded a bit juvenile, but he felt passionate about it.

At this moment, he seemed to know what he wanted to do in the future.

"I’m not considering taking disciples for now." Mo Lin had never had the intention of taking disciples.

After experiencing so many things, he still had his guard up.

"It’s okay, I understand you might not trust me, but I will prove myself."

At this moment, Jiang Chen was particularly eager to prove himself.

Wanting to be Mo Lin’s disciple was secondary; he mainly wanted to learn skills to assist Mo Lin.

This mindset was similar to Hu Hai in the carriage telling Li Si: "I really want to be an emperor. I dream of it, I want it so badly."

Like a devout follower?

"Let’s go," Mo Lin instructed Chen Xi.

The longer he stayed out of the body, the weaker the soul became.

Mo Lin couldn’t delay any longer, and also didn’t know how things were going with Qu Qing on his side.

Whether the Possession Seal issue was resolved yet.

Chen Xi held onto Mo Lin’s soul and rushed back.

Qu Qing and Hui Chen were in the main hall at this time.

Mo Lin’s body lay on the ground.

"Blame me, I didn’t watch over Mo Lin’s soul well," Qu Qing said self-blamefully.

Before, his attention had been attracted by the trace of divinity in Mo Lin’s body, and he didn’t pay any attention to Mo Lin’s soul.

A jet-black ghost hand extended into the room.

The fist gradually opened, revealing Mo Lin’s soul.

After completing these actions, Chen Xi left.

"Finally back."

Seeing Mo Lin’s soul return, Hui Chen sighed with relief.

His right hand held Mo Lin’s soul.

A warm sensation swept over Mo Lin’s soul, and then Hui Chen grasped it, returning Mo Lin’s soul to his body.

Mo Lin felt dizzy.

He instinctively touched his head.

Mo Lin looked at his own body, only then realizing he had returned.

The body felt light, and the prior sensation of bearing weight vanished.

His head was no longer in a fog.

Only the body felt slightly weak and needed time to recover.

Mo Lin moved in front of the mirror, extending his tongue; the Possession Seal was gone.

This little hidden danger was finally eliminated.

At this time, Hui Chen took out a painting of Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad, hanging it on the wall.

Then he lit incense to worship the painting of Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad.

"Thank you, Daoist Monarch, for your protection," Hui Chen said while worshiping.

At this time, Mo Lin sat on a chair, preparing to return to Beihai the next day.

This place was very close to Beihai, less than a day to return to Beihai.

"Young brother, I have something I need your help with," Hui Chen said slowly to Mo Lin.

"What is it?" Mo Lin asked, puzzled.

"I want you to help me become a City God," Hui Chen said plainly to Mo Lin, "I’m old and won’t live much longer.

I no longer wish to possess and be reborn; I’ve had enough of being a Reincarnation Immortal.

I want to be a City God."

This old man’s mind was too full of plots.

When helping Mo Lin remove the Possession Seal, he didn’t make any conditions, not a peep.

After helping Mo Lin with the Possession Seal, he started stating conditions.

Of course... he helped Mo Lin.

Mo Lin indeed should be grateful to him.

But... this method, Mo Lin didn’t quite like.

Seeing Mo Lin’s unhappy face, Hui Chen slowly said, "I know it’s wrong to do this.

I want to be a City God so badly, I’m afraid you’ll refuse.

That’s why I came up with this small scheme."

"I’m old, can’t live for a few more years, this is my last chance.

I’m afraid you’ll refuse me."

Mo Lin was still hesitating.

Hui Chen said again, "I’m not forcing you.

I’m just asking.

You can refuse if you wish."

Mo Lin was just about to speak, when Hui Chen said slowly, "If your conscience allows... you can refuse me."

Mo Lin rolled his eyes.

"I helped you remove the Possession Seal, and even used my most valued things, I too have made sacrifices.

Is there no gratitude on your part at all?"

The old man’s schemes were numerous.

He said he wasn’t forcing Mo Lin, but his words all seemed to be coercing Mo Lin.

"Old man, I really don’t want to die, can you please help me?"

Hui Chen approached and held Mo Lin’s hand, "Consider it a plea from me, is that okay?"

For ordinary people, saying "please" is nothing special.

But... coming from Hui Chen, it was different.

He was Qu Qing’s master, worshiping the Three Pure Ones, Lord Lao Zi.

For someone like him to say "please" was a plea that disregarded face.

Almost like kneeling down to beg Mo Lin.

"Shouldn’t you agree?" asked Hou Hongfang, standing nearby, puzzled at Mo Lin.

Helping others is benefiting oneself.

Helping Hui Chen become a City God would be a massive favor.

Hui Chen would certainly repay Mo Lin.

In short, no harm, only benefits.

"What do you need me to do?" Mo Lin asked Hui Chen.

Seeing Mo Lin’s attitude improved, Hui Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

"There are three ways.

The first way is to have the people worship me, forcibly making me a City God.

The second way is heredity, finding an old City God who has died and inheriting from him.

The third way is conferment."

The method affects strength after becoming City God.

As for conferment, it’s unrealistic.

Conferment requires reaching great heights.

It involves writing a Celestial Book, sacrificing to the heavens.

It requires obtaining edicts.

"Senior, do you have any thoughts?" Mo Lin asked Hui Chen.

Since Hui Chen spoke this way, he must have a plan, at least prepared something.

"Someone possesses a City God edict, I want to steal it, needing your help," Hui Chen said slowly to Mo Lin.

After all the prelude, this was the main idea.

"Steal?" Mo Lin frowned slightly, "No grievances, and yet steal someone else’s thing?"

"You are unwilling?" Hui Chen asked.

"Indeed." Mo Lin nodded.

Just killing and stealing for profit is not impossible.

It’s just that Mo Lin felt uncomfortable, with no special reason.

Perhaps because people always harbor intentions to kill Mo Lin for his treasures.

Causing Mo Lin to despise such behavior.

"The opponent is related to Xin Ziruo, if he becomes a City God, it will trouble you.

He will definitely target you."

"We must steal.."

Any hesitation shown would be a sign of disrespect to Mo Lin.

"Didn’t you just say you were unwilling?"

"Nonsense, I’m very willing."

Mo Lin nodded and said, "Murdering and robbing, such things, doing occasionally is no problem."