I have a Taoist temple that connects me to other worlds

Lying on the hotel bed, Jiang Wen put away his Taoist robe and sword.

He sat cross-legged, his consciousness returning to that underground room once more.

Before, he was focused on bringing back Shen Mingzhi's living soul and didn't have time to examine the place properly.

Now that he had the time, he wanted to take a good look.

Since refining essence and transforming it into Qi, Jiang Wen had discovered that he could send his Yin spirit out of his body.

It could briefly linger in the world, moving freely.

Whether it was a wall or the underground room, there was no difference in his eyes.

This ability was too useful; without any magical threats, there was almost no way to deal with his Yin spirit.

However, Jiang Wen prided himself on having principles and wouldn't use his Yin spirit to do petty, thieving things.

He wouldn't even bother with things like spying on people taking baths.

Floating into the underground room, only that Master Tuo remained.

He was repairing the puppet, looking utterly depleted.

The trash can beside him was full of tissues, all stained with blood.

Clearly, the backlash from the soul-hooking technique had injured him, leaving him weak and listless.

His Yin spirit wandered through the high altitudes of the city, gazing at the brightly lit world beneath the night sky.

Turbid Qi was rising steadily, dissipating between heaven and earth.

The amulet could ward off evil and avert misfortune, but it couldn't ward off people.

If it was used as a storage for magical power, it could indeed be used to cast some spells that were usually impossible.

In this room, Shen Jianguo was chatting and laughing with the old man, Shen Mingzhi.

When he saw Jiang Wen enter, he quickly stood up to greet him, a respectful expression on his face.

Spiritual veins were like blood vessels, running through heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers, absorbing turbid Qi and transforming it into active spiritual energy.

Jiang Wen naturally agreed, and after changing into a suit, he followed the assistant to the Shen family's villa.

Spiritual veins were born when they were born; that thing was ethereal and intangible, untouchable and useless.

Even if one cultivated within a spiritual vein, it wouldn't be much faster.

This Nanyang head-lowering master's soul-hooking technique could be used, but it could only hook living souls.

Spiritual veins were everywhere in the Great Thousand World, and the spiritual veins in the sky were even denser, like great rivers.

However, within this boundless turbid Qi, Jiang Wen seemed to see a strand of crystalline light.

That light band, like a spider silk, was mixed in with the turbid Qi, sometimes hidden, sometimes appearing.

Jiang Wen naturally didn't need to do anything; he glanced at the spiritual vein and returned to his body.

"I didn't expect a spiritual vein to be born in the mortal world; it's truly surprising," Jiang Wen sighed, not pursuing it further.

The amulet burned upon hearing this, emitting a violent flame.

Master Tuo, who was working on the puppet, was affected by the flames, his whole body engulfed in fire.

At the time, he had only given Wang Sheng and Wang Luxin the talismans.

One of them must have lost his amulet, which was then picked up by this Nanyang head-lowering master and used in the puppet to hook souls.

And within the puppet, a familiar talisman appeared.

Although the spiritual veins in the mortal world were like candlelight compared to the sun in the Great Thousand World, the appearance of spiritual veins indicated that people with spiritual roots could be born in this world.

After a good night's sleep, Jiang Wen was woken by the assistant, who came to invite him to the Liyuan banquet.

He wasn't interested in getting involved in what happened to the Shen family afterward.

Jiang Wen was stunned when he saw the talisman, then shook his head and looked again.

He already understood the realm of refining essence and transforming it into Qi perfectly.

He planned to summarize how to cultivate in this realm in the future and write a basic chapter on Qi refining.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw many luxury cars driving into the villa.

Those luxury cars that could only be seen online were casually discarded here like trash.

Jiang Wen looked at those cars and sighed at how many rich people there were in the world.

After clarifying the problem, Jiang Wen looked at the middle-aged man and the puppet again.

He pointed his finger at the amulet in the puppet and silently chanted, "Rise."

Hey! It really was a talisman he made himself!

Looking at the style, it should be the amulet he gave to Wang Sheng.

How did it end up in the puppet?

Jiang Wen was quite puzzled; he didn't think Wang Sheng would abandon himself to the amulet.

"This is really… a complete travesty," Jiang Wen said, laughing and crying.

He was wondering how Master Tuo, with no magic power, could cast the soul-hooking technique.

It turned out he was borrowing the magic power from his talisman and then using that soul-hooking evil art.

"Is this the spiritual vein?" Jiang Wen stared at the light band floating in the sky.

From the books given by Li Yunshang and Chang Mingzi, he knew the role of spiritual veins.

The things he made were truly extraordinary; this amulet alone almost caused a big problem.

His whole body was unremarkable, and he had no spiritual roots.

He didn't seem like someone who could cast supernatural powers and Taoist arts.

So how exactly did he cast the soul-hooking technique?

Jiang Wen looked at the puppet again with doubt.

He didn't have time to examine it before, but now he could take a good look.

The current puppet had several cracks, and the clothes it was wearing had been stripped off, leaving only the wooden body.

He only needed the other party to settle the labor fee, and he would return to the Taoist temple to continue his closed-door cultivation.

The statue in his divine sense was about to be completely filled with golden light, which meant that he wouldn't have many days left before he could return to the Great Thousand World.

"Is it you who cast the soul-hooking technique?" Jiang Wen circled around Master Tuo, examining him.

He couldn't see what abilities this person had.

"You used my things to do evil, this is your punishment," Jiang Wen snorted lightly, and his Yin spirit left the underground room.

The National Taoist Conference was in a little over a month, and he wanted to go and see it then.

So there were many things he had to do during this time.

First, he had to continue to strengthen his Samadhi True Fire, and second, he had to figure out what abilities he had after refining essence and transforming it into Qi.

"It's truly the will of heaven," Jiang Wen couldn't help but shake his head.

He decided to ask Wang Sheng about the situation tomorrow.

The talisman he gave was to protect their safety, not to be discarded at will.

His wails attracted the attention of the caretaker, who looked surprised at the flames on Master Tuo's body.

Then he turned on the fire extinguisher to put out the fire, leaving the Nanyang head-lowering master half-dead with burns all over his body.

There was no road ahead, so he walked slowly.

Although it was difficult, every step brought joyful rewards.

"Master Jiang, you've finally arrived."

Whether it was Celestial Master, Taoist Priest, or Taoist, it was just a title.

Then, under the gaze of a group of banquet guests, he followed the assistant to the villa's private residence.

After all, every cultivator's Taoist cultivation has a limit.

No matter how abundant the spiritual energy in the spiritual vein is, you can't eat more than you can hold.

Entering it rashly might even cause you to burst.

"This is my father, the Celestial Master should know him," Shen Jianguo introduced.

"Thank you, Celestial Master," Shen Mingzhi also stood up and walked over, reaching out to firmly grasp Jiang Wen's hands.

"My life was saved by the Celestial Master," he said with emotion.