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The so-called spirit lock, according to the saying of the Daoist, locked the world's spirit energy, connected it to the earth and veins, and connected it to the fate of the heavens and earth. To put it bluntly, it was a talisman formation that could reverse destiny and lock destiny.

In other words, he was borrowing future fortune to change the current state of his life. The person who laid down this kind of talisman must be someone with a cultivation base. Moreover, helping others to set up this kind of talisman formation would also affect one's luck. This formation was one of the evil ways that few people on the righteous path would do.

"To think that there would be a formation expert here. I need to meet him."

The old Daoist Priest had a head full of white hair, and his wrinkled face revealed a bit of anxiety and worry. His eyes were fixated on the compass as it began to spin erratically.

Beside the old Daoist Priest, a slightly plump, middle-aged man in his fifties continuously urged him to do so.

His eyes narrowed as he glanced at the middle-aged man before turning his attention away.

"I found it …"

The old Daoist stopped in his tracks and stomped his foot on the ground. "Digging here …"

Following which, a worker came over with an electric hammer. The old Daoist pointed to the center of the road. The road was concrete, and this middle-aged man was quite considerate. The construction team had already arrived. There was a two-story building with a pit dug in front of its entrance. The old Daoist pointed to a spot in the middle of the road on the side of the building.

"Thump thump …"

The lightning hammer began to work. The old Daoist waved his hand with the compass and said, "Go to the courtyard …"

The old Daoist took the lead and walked into the courtyard, from which came the barking of a dog. The middle-aged man also followed into the courtyard. "All of you, don't enter. You will have to delay Taoist-sir's spell."

The middle-aged man blocked the villagers outside before walking into the courtyard.

The villagers watched from the front of the gate for half an hour. The old Daoist hurriedly walked out and walked around the building, "That's not right, I've searched everywhere for the five elements and eight trigrams, there's no reason to only find four talismans …"

"Zhao Jushi, did you not know where the talisman was when it was buried?"

The old Daoist turned around and asked with hopeful eyes.

"When Daoist Priest Wu Chen buried the talisman, it was at night and we weren't allowed to see it. He said that he had to take it out within eight years. After eight years, it would be bad for his family. It's been more than seven years, almost eight years, before I suddenly remembered. "

The middle-aged man named Zhao frowned, "Daoist Master Feng Chen, are you able to find it?"

Daoist Master Feng Chen also frowned, "Then have you asked Daoist Priest Wu Chen where he is?"

"You asked for Daoist Master Wu Chen's help?" The middle-aged man surnamed Zhao's face turned cold, "When I left for the Chen Monastery, it had already collapsed. I don't even know if Taoist Chen is still alive. Where should I ask?"

"Daoist Priest Chen really said that the talisman he buried was a Soul-Sealing Talisman?"

Daoist Master Feng Chen did not pay attention to the vicious attitude shown by the man named Zhao. He took the compass and spun it in a circle before asking again.

"Daoist Priest Chen said that this is his exclusive secret technique, and that it wouldn't work if he told me where it was from. He only told me that it was a spirit locking talisman. In short, I've already told you, what is buried is a spirit locking talisman, it's eight talismans, that's all I know. "Daoist Feng Chen, if you can't find it, then I'll go to Dragon Tiger Mountain and find the Daoist Priest there."

The man named Zhao was also very anxious, and his attitude became worse.

"Boss Zhao, I managed to dig it up..."

After digging for over half a meter, the worker took out a small porcelain pot about the size of a human palm.

Daoist Priest Feng Chen was the first to walk over and receive the jar. He said, "Zhao Jushi, this old Daoist helped you remove this talisman and is about to leave. The remaining old Daoist is powerless."

The porcelain bottle fell to the ground and a talisman wrapped in oily paper was taken out by Daoist Feng Chen. Arriving at the altar, his expression turned serious. His hands formed a seal and placed it between his eyebrows. He picked up a brush dipped in cinnabar and drew a rune on the back of the talisman.

The talisman paper was placed on top of the candle flame and ignited, turning it into ashes.

Zhang Daoran nodded as he realized that this old Daoist Priest had some ability. He did not expect him to be a Spirit Opening Cultivator.

The talisman drawn by Daoist Master Feng Chen contained a certain amount of spiritual energy. Other people might not be able to see the way out, but Zhang Daoran could see it clearly. Traces of spiritual energy flowed from the brush into the talisman, cleverly deciphering the spirit locking talisman.

Daoist Master Feng Chen tidied up the altar and prepared to leave. The middle-aged man surnamed Zhao was a bit panicked, "Daoist Master Feng Chen, you can't leave like this. There are still four talismans remaining …"

"The old Daoist is incompetent, and is unable to find those four talismans."

Daoist Master Feng Chen quickly tidied up the altar, placed it on his back, and turned around to leave. "The old Daoist has no way of breaking the Soul Locking Talisman, so I don't need the reward."

The middle-aged Daoist Master Zhao had angered Daoist Feng Chen, to the point that he didn't want to help the middle-aged Daoist Zhao in return.

"Woof, woof …"

"Awoo …"

Just as Zhang Daoran was about to leave, a burst of angry howls came from the village entrance along with the old wolf's. Immediately after, a dozen or so dog ran into the village with their tails between their legs, with the old wolf aggressively chasing them from behind. Some of the dogs even had colors hanging off their bodies, and they were running around with their lives on the line.

After all, the old wolf was the wolf king, and he was a bloodthirsty and savage beast. After catching up to a dog, he opened his mouth and aimed at his neck to bite it.

"Old Wolf!"

Zhang Daoran immediately stopped him. With this bite of the old wolf, this dog would definitely die. Although dogs weren't worth much, they were still everywhere. After all, they were pets from other families. If he bit them to death, Old Wolf would really be in trouble.

"Awoo …"

Zhang Daoran's voice made the old wolf stop chewing. The dog let go of Zhang Daoran's paws, wagged its tail, and walked over to Zhang Daoran's side.

All this happened within two to three seconds. Just as Zhang Daoran was about to apologize, several villagers were enraged. "This is a wolf!"

Some of the villagers had already turned around and left. In the blink of an eye, they walked over with sticks in their hands. Zhang Daoran quickly stepped forward: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is my pet. Please forgive me for offending you."

"Old Wolf, are you waiting for me at the village entrance?"

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the old wolf lowered its head and turned around, not stopping for even a second.

"Fellow Daoist is raising wolves?"

Daoist Feng Chen walked over and said, "Fellow Daoist, you should know that wolves are cruel, and are not familiar with it. Don't let it backfire on you, and it will be too late."

"Fellow Daoist, your base level is high. This Penniless Priest admires you. This Penniless Priest is going to disturb you."

Even though Daoist Priest Chen meant well, Zhang Daoran did not want to bring up Old Wolf again. All of the villagers glared at him angrily.

"The place where the old Taoist cultivates is simple and crude. Fellow Taoist, please …"

Daoist Master Feng Chen did not refuse and gave a bow to the villagers. "Everyone, this old Daoist has said his goodbyes. This Fellow Daoist did not mean to be careless, don't blame him."

Daoist Master Feng Chen was very popular here. The villagers gave him a kind smile and said, "You're welcome, Taoists. We were just startled."

Indeed, in today's society, fierce beasts were extinct. Suddenly, a wolf entered the village, and the villagers were somewhat afraid. Fortunately, Daoist Master Feng Chen appeared and helped Zhang Daoran deal with this minor problem. Feeling grateful, he smiled and said, "Please give me your guidance when the time comes."

"Fellow Daoist is too polite. This old Daoist only knows a bit about cultivation, I can't say for sure …" "Sigh …" Daoist Master Feng Chen sighed, "In the end, this old Daoist is still inferior to my senior brother. The talisman formation he laid down, this old Daoist cannot comprehend it …"

"Haha …" Zhang Daoran chuckled. "Good thing you gave up, my friend. Otherwise, you'd really be in trouble."