Who are you?

s crossed the Naihe Bridge!" Meng Shu's eyes lit up, and she shouted to those below: "Meng Yong, Meng Ge, your Seventh Uncle is here! Quickly go and inform Grandmother!"Grandmother Meng Po GodI'm a l...This time, the moonlight so bright like daylight makes me feel uneasy.

I glanced at Jiang Qiyun beside me. His eyes were calm yet profound, his hand gripping mine ever so slightly tighter.

That hidden temple nestled in the mountains, and this moonlit frost, perhaps have some connection to the giant moon in my dream.

Jiang Qiyun stood still, and I naturally didn't dare to move forward rashly.

A cool breeze rustled through the path behind him.

I turned back, and those curved branches seemed like numerous claws reaching out from the darkness, silently waiting to seize someone's throat.

"Lord Emperor," a ghostly whisper, echoed behind us.

A white object was carried down by the wind, wrapped in a sinister chill—the headless paper man had been captured.

"This headless paper man just entered this realm and was caught by the minor deity. He is here to report his findings." The mountain god bowed in greeting.

Jiang Qiyun waved his hand, the mountain god left behind the chain and paper man disappearing.

I'm afraid the soul has run away, so I hurriedly grabbed the soul chain and pinched the incantation to recite a spell, trying to summon it back.

Jiang Qiyun suddenly raised his hand to stop me: "Don't worry, this paper human technique seems to be guiding the Yin souls towards this temple."

"Zhang Lao Tai had lived in the countryside for many years. It was said that her deceased husband was skilled in this craft, and he used to offer dark and sinister objects to this Taoist temple... Perhaps, ghosts are also offerings." I frowned in thought.

Lady Zhang probably didn't initially intend to use this spell. But hearing that the Lao Shi family was having a banquet and seeing Song Wei suddenly arrive, she worried that Old Madam Shi would pass the jade bracelet to Song Wei.

If this bracelet falls into Song Wei's hands, a person with the four pillars of pure yang, then it will be difficult for Old Madam Zhang to get her hands on it.

Therefore, using the Paper Person Technique, he summoned the young girl's spirit into it. Calling it summoning seems misleading now, for this paper figure is more like a cage.

To imprison the souls with blood as a curse, and guide them to arrive at this Taoist temple on their own.

"The paper figure's head did indeed have blood between its brows. At the time, its head was broken, and the blood turned black very quickly..." I recalled.

“That must have been the spell activating. Failed spells usually backfire, but this paper figurine directly climbed over the mountains and escaped instead of returning to the old woman's side. There must be guidance... why don't we give it a try” Jiang Qiyun chuckled lightly.

How do you try it

I stared blankly at him as he shot a thin silver chain from his sleeve, passing right through the paper man.

"Let this headless paper man... lead the way."

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As the saying goes, "You can't outrun a mountain by looking at it."

The path ahead looked so close, but who knew that going down and then back up the mountain would be so far! Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

I ask myself, over the years of traveling outside, my physical fitness has been pretty good.

But mountain climbing is really my weakness. This pilgrimage-like stone path in the woods made me gasp for air and my face was flushed.

The paper man floated and swayed, as if some force was drawing it, drifting forward piece by piece.

I'm always worried about falling behind, rushing and scurrying forward. But Jiang Qiyundao is so relaxed, walking effortlessly as if he's taking his dog for a stroll.

"...Walking the dog" He raised an eyebrow slightly. "I feel like you're walking *me* instead."

"You...don't you understand that women lose energy after childbirth" I accused.

He merely hummed in nonbelief.

Communication is impossible, communication is impossible... This deity who doesn't eat five grains and doesn't suffer from three ailments or four pains, completely misunderstands the suffering of mortals—

"Ah!" I was caught off guard when he picked me up.

Before you had kids, you were just as delicate… He whispered teasingly in my ear: "You'll never learn... to act… coy."

Oh my god.

If someone... no, if a ghost saw this, it would be terrible.

The paper figurine drifted and swayed, finally coming to a stop at a boundary marker.

The milestone was a bare, oval stone covered in black stuff. Red wax residue surrounded it.

Just a little higher, and we should be at the mountain gate.

I was a little nervous. Jiang Qiyun set me down, and he tugged at the soul lock in his sleeve. The paper figurine floated up another section of stairs before landing by the roadside again.

It seemed to be trembling, unwilling to move forward any further.

"Go on, little Miss, and see how you handle this." Jiang Qiyun raised his chin at me, gesturing for me to knock.

Although he's with me, I'm not afraid. But going to this dilapidated Taoist temple in the deep mountains and old forests at night still feels eerie. I can't help but feel a little intimidated.

Moonlight spilled onto the roofs of the Taoist temple, while the mountains surrounding it remained shrouded in darkness.

This feeling reminded me of the family tomb in my uncle's old home.

It was also facing the moonlight on one side and hiding in the darkness on the other.

"Is anyone there" I trembled and called out at the door.

The Taoist temple gate was very small, weathered by the years, one couldn't tell how many years old it was...

"Is anyone there" I called out, raising my voice.

Jiang Qiyun frowned slightly, no one answered the door again. He estimated that he was about to fly in openly.

...

The door creaked open a sliver, and an elderly man peered out, startling me.

"Blessings, blessings, Amitabha Buddha..." I greeted.

The old man had his hair tied up in a bun, he must have been an ascetic Taoist priest. He took out a fire starter, blew on it, held it up and looked at it, and muttered softly, “Oh… it’s a human…”

Damn, could it be that there are ghosts coming to the Taoist temple and knocking on the door

"Little friend, what brings you here..." The old daoist raised his lips, squeezing out a smile that sent chills down your spine.

"I, I came to deliver..." I pointed at the thing by my feet.

The old Taoist squinted, feigning drowsiness, and bent down to examine the paper effigy. “A headless paper man… harboring a vengeful spirit… sent to exorcise evil”

He pulled the door open, reached out and grabbed the paper man, bringing him inside, just about to shut the door.

"Oh, wait a moment!" I hurriedly reached out to stop the door frame and whispered, "Elder, this is my first time here. After traveling through these desolate mountains and valleys, it was finally possible to reach your mountain gate. Could you allow me to stay in the temple for half a night I'll leave at dawn..."

"Ah—" The old man leaned in, motioning for me to speak louder.

“I shouted again, and the old Taoist gave me a distrustful look. “If you were a man,” he said, “I could let you stay the night. But since you’re a woman, how can I be sure you’re not a faceless skull who sucks people’s vital essence…”

I, I'll be damned!

You old geezer, it's good that you value your chastity, but have you looked at your age! You, you've gone too far... Which female demon would be interested in you!

I turned my head to look at Jiang Qiyun, the Emperor raised his sleeve and pressed it to his forehead.

He's laughing! He's laughing so hard his shoulders are shaking!

Isn't this cheesy joke funny!

“I... I'm a genuine cultivator! Someone guided me here.” I tried to adjust my expression.

"Who guided you" A glimmer of shrewdness flashed in the old Taoist's hazy eyes.

I pointed south and said, “Far to the south, there's a small village where an old woman named Zhang lives. She said her husband often came here to make offerings when he was alive.”

The old Taoist narrowed his eyes and nodded. "Seeing this paper man, the old Taoist guessed it. Since you can speak of the doorway... come in."

I breathed a sigh of relief inwardly and stepped across the threshold.

The old Taoist muttered with a hint of suspicion, "Little girl, you look plump and well-rounded, radiating an aura of yin-yang harmony and being well cared for... This old Daoist has been practicing asceticism since childhood. You mustn't covet this old Daoist's yang energy."

My foot slipped, and I almost fell!

This old geezer! He's almost ascended to immortality, yet his mind is so clear! And he knows quite a lot too!

Jiang Qiyun was laughing uncontrollably. I gritted my teeth, watching him saunter over to me.

His eyes were filled with smiles, he raised his hand to pinch my chin and gently shook it.

"See, even ordinary people can see that you've been 'raised' by your husband to be extremely well off..."

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! her off from her family. I will open a magical channel for her, allowing her to come and go freely, so that you can rest assured."My father asked somewhat helplessly, "Well... your marriage isn't leg...