Refining Demons to Become a Taoist: Refining 108,000 Insects at the Beginning.

Chapter 44: Purple Light Traps the Spirit
The Blue Lotus Monk's magical powers took effect and he concealed the truth himself, saving Chen Ming the trouble and preventing the Lotus Temple from coming to him.

Although after the death of Monk Jie Ding, his disciples lost their support, they were still Buddhist disciples after all.

The internal struggles are all family affairs that happen behind closed doors. When facing the outside world, we must be of the same mind in order to survive.

The Blue Lotus Monk clasped his hands together and said, "Since I have already untied the barriers between me and you, I will not hide anything from you!"

“That ghost cultivator in the city can’t be safe in the temple!

The reason I stayed here and didn't kill him outright was not out of mercy.

But the Old Crow Temple in the city has been set up by the disciples of the Divine Heaven Sect!"

"Shenxiao Sect?" Chen Ming had never heard of this sect.

Seeing that Chen Ming had never heard of the Shenxiao Sect, the Blue Lotus Monk explained it to him.

The Shenxiao Sect was once very prominent. The founder of the sect had already achieved the Guiyuan Realm, saw through the illusion of life and death, and left this area.

Later, although the Shenxiao Sect produced several people who reached the Concentration Spirit Realm, no one was able to achieve the Return to Origin Realm, let alone understand the vanity of life and death.

The Shenxiao Sect is now only supported by a sect leader who is at the Concentrated Spirit Realm.

Not to mention the Shenxiao Sect, there are only a few sects with a long history in this area, and perhaps some powerful people in the Guiyuan Realm.

Nowadays, in this area, achieving the state of concentration is already considered a great achievement.

It is even more difficult to go one step further in the state of concentration and cultivate the same great supernatural powers as the Three Fairies of the Wanfa Sect!

Even so, the three fairies of the Wanfa Sect have not achieved Return to the Origin and are still in the state of Concentration of Mind.

The Blue Lotus Monk saw that some disciples of the Shenxiao Sect were setting up tactics in Jinyang City, and did not want to damage the relationship between the Lotus Temple and the Shenxiao Sect, so he did not take direct action.

After all, the Shenxiao Sect was once glorious, had a solid foundation, and still had some reputation and connections.

If you overdo it, it won’t look good.

After Chen Ming heard this, his expression changed slightly, and he thought to himself, "I never thought there would be such a thing!"

"Fellow Daoist Situ still owes that old crow a favor, so I was able to escape the disaster with the help of the Mountain God Yellow Book she gave me. It would not be beautiful if I could only watch that old crow die!"

Chen Ming's thoughts turned, and he said to the Blue Lotus Monk:

"The ghost cultivator who entered the temple came from the Cangmang Mountain. He is also my acquaintance. Divine monk, why don't you come with me to watch the ceremony and see the methods of the Shenxiao Sect?"

The Blue Lotus Monk had no idea what was going on. He just smiled and chanted a Buddhist name, then responded.

The two walked one after the other and soon arrived at the newly built Old Crow Temple in Jinyang City.

No one knew where the ghost cultivator Wu Hun had learned the technique, but he incorporated a bit of the scent of incense into the soul-calling wind he had cultivated.

The magic formula was reversed and blew out, and the Soul-Catching Wind turned into the Soul-Soothing Wind.

The mortals in front of the Old Crow Temple benefited from the soothing wind, and their minor ailments disappeared, and they felt much better.

After receiving benefits, mortals became more pious and burned a lot of incense to worship the black soul.

The crow soul absorbed the energy of incense and after refining it, its lost magic power gradually recovered.

In addition to blowing the wind, Wu Hun also used many mysterious methods. After working for most of the day, the mortal ceremony was finally completed.

“Please invite the gods into the temple!”

The priest of Lao Ya Temple recited prayers, placed offerings, and lit incense and candles.

Someone carried a statue covered with red cloth into the temple and placed it on the altar. The black soul then possessed the statue, waiting for the moment to return to its place, absorbing the strong incense and transforming its body into a divine body.

Unexpectedly, just as the statue fell, a purple light suddenly emanated from the altar and instantly turned into chains, wrapping around the statue.

The black soul was not on guard and fled in a hurry. The purple light chain spread and entangled the black soul.

The purple light suddenly increased, the black soul felt pain and uttered a wail!
The purple light chain seemed to be specifically targeting the ghost cultivators without bodies. The black soul could not even maintain its human form and turned into an illusory old crow, wailing incessantly!
"Evil beast, a ghost of an old crow dares to enter the temple and become a god!"

A loud shout actually came from the temple keeper's mouth.

A purple light flashed on the temple keeper's body, revealing his true identity. He was none other than the disciple of the Shenxiao Sect, named Fuyunzi.

Fu Yunzi was dressed in gorgeous robes, taking steps, making hand gestures, and the purple chains bound Wu Hun tightly.

No matter how the black soul struggles, it is useless.

At this time, Chen Ming and the Blue Lotus Monk had already arrived at the temple and saw this scene.

"The Shenxiao Sect has a magical power called the 'Purple Light Trapped Spirit Book', which is specifically targeted at ghosts and gods. By collecting ghosts and gods into the book, you can command them. The lives of ghosts and gods are no longer in your hands!"

When the Blue Lotus Monk saw the purple chains that bound the Black Soul, he recognized the magical power used by Fu Yunzi.

Chen Ming took a look and found that Fu Yunzi had reached the level of visualization and was able to subdue the black soul by making secret arrangements and using his supernatural powers.

If Wuhun had been on guard, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

Chen Ming used his magic power to light up the poisonous smoke and save the black soul.

The Blue Lotus Monk's eyebrows jumped, and he stopped Chen Ming, saying, "If the smoke comes out, Fuyunzi won't be able to resist it, and it will harm the Shenxiao Sect. It's not advisable to make enemies everywhere. Let me persuade him first!"

"Okay!" Chen Ming said after taking the poisonous smoke.

The Blue Lotus Monk revealed his own aura and was illuminated by the Buddha's light.

After Fu Yunzi sensed it, he recognized him.

He bowed and said, "Greetings to the Blue Lotus Divine Monk. I will take this evil beast and leave. I know that your Lotus Temple has taken a fancy to the incense in Jinyang City and wants to build a branch temple here!"

The Blue Lotus Monk chanted the Buddha's name and said, "Fuyunzi, this old crow came from the Cangmang Mountains and has never done evil in the outside world. Please let him go this time!"

Although Fu Yunzi's strength is at the Visualization Realm, he has been glorious before and has seen many people at the Concentration Realm. Knowing that he is a disciple of the Shenxiao Sect, he speaks kindly to him.

He sneered and said, "The Divine Monk is a bit too much. My ancestor is in the Guiyuan realm. What realm is your ancestor in?"

The corner of the Blue Lotus Monk's mouth twitched, and he chanted a Buddhist name, saying:
"Fuyunzi, if you don't want to listen to my advice, that's fine. I have tried my best. Even if your ancestor comes, you can't say that my Lotus Temple did not help our fellow Taoists!"

After saying this, the Blue Lotus Monk stepped aside and kept silent.

Chen Ming stepped forward, the bone magic pot in his hand exuding pressure, and said: "The monk, remember to use the concealing magic again later!"

"Another cultivator in the Condensation Realm, are you going to persuade me too?"

"My ancestor is in the Guiyuan realm, what realm is your ancestor in?"

"Today I have decided to take in this old crow ghost!"

Fu Yunzi pinched the magic formula in his hands, and the purple chain shone brightly, causing Wu Hun to roll around in pain.

Although the black soul turned into the ghost of an old crow, its mind was still clear.

He cried out, which turned into a cry for help, miserable and full of sadness: "It hurts so much, Taoist friend, help me!"

(End of this chapter)