Qingxuan Cultivation Record

My name is Chen Qingxuan, a young Taoist priest from Yunshenguan, who has just stepped onto the threshold of immortality. Master said to tourists: There are no ghosts in the world. After the tourists left, the senior brother rubbed his arms and cursed: Those little devils at the base of the west wall are here again! ——This is my daily life. Drive away imps, calm down evil spirits, and overcome resentful spirits. Only the century-old black energy in the mass graves in the back mountain cannot be dispelled. There is a ghost cultivator from the late Qing Dynasty sealed there. It left a mark on my palm and said it would take my life in six months. I looked at the palm of my hand and then at the back mountain. "Half a year. That's enough." The senior brother shivered beside him: "Are you crazy?" I ignored him. Because I still want to know why the ghost cultivator looked at me as if he were looking at an acquaintance.