Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 33: Controlling the World’s Soldiers and Horses

Raccoon City, North America.

In the church cemetery, a light rain was falling. A group of Chinese people dressed in black suits listened to a priest reciting a prayer.

The priest was a young man with long hair and an elegant demeanor. He closed his eyes and was reciting Taoist scriptures.

"The Heavenly Venerable Taiyi, the Savior from Suffering, bestows his merciful light, exonerating sins from the Nine Netherworlds, wishing the departed souls to depart from Fengdu and ascend to the shore of the Dao... The Jade Purity Talisman descends, pardoning sins and eradicating transgressions, wishing the departed spirits to transcend the Three Realms and attain immortality... The holy names of the Three Pure Ones resound in the netherworld, golden light guides them, wishing them to ride cloud chariots to Penglai, to roam freely and unfettered..."

No one around noticed anything unusual, and the family even burned paper money and paper figures they had brought from China.

This priest was Huang Bai.

Huang Bai is a third-generation Chinese, with a priest as his father and a witch as his mother.

Several months ago, my parents died in a car accident, leaving behind a small estate: a house, less than $800 in cash, and a monthly mortgage payment of over a thousand dollars.

This is the edge of being killed.

So Huang Bai picked up the skills of the priest and the wizard. This time there was a slight mistake. He was supposed to be wearing a Taoist robe, but it wasn't a big problem. Nobody cared about these small details.

"Thank you, Daoist Master. You've worked hard."

After the ceremony, the family members handed over thick red envelopes.

"You're welcome, it's what I should do."

Huang Bai felt the thickness of his wallet and smiled politely.

Chinese people are indeed more generous than stingy white people.

Soon, Huang Bai returned home.

This time, he plans to operate it long-term.

Raccoon City is the epicenter of a future biohazard outbreak. We need to establish a foothold here first, and then pursue other interests.

"The T-virus can give the body superhuman qualities, which is also a method of body training and is worth exploring."

The yellow and white cars were parked in front of the detached house.

There were messy express delivery boxes at the door. These were packages sent from China and contained materials for refining the Terracotta Warrior Altar.

Several white people were waiting anxiously outside the door. The elderly white woman stepped forward anxiously and said...

"Father, I dreamt of the devil again." The old woman looked anxious, while the young man beside her looked helpless, clearly not very superstitious.

"A demon? Let me see."

Huang Bai held the Bible in his hand and glanced at the old woman for a moment.

"So this is the necklace. Here, put the necklace on the white cloth."

Huang Bai took out a white cloth from his pocket, wrapped the entire necklace in it, and then placed the cloth under a tree in the courtyard.

He looked devout and took out a Bible.

"The Word became flesh and dwelt among us, full of grace and truth. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father..."

"Demon, begone!!"

Huang Bai recited aloud, pointing the cross to the white cloth under the tree.

Soon, blood seeped through the white cloth.

"Waaaaah..."

The sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling came from all directions.

The white men were startled and immediately knelt down to praise the Lord's might.

"How dare you! Die!"

Huang Bai took out the cross again.

puff!

The white cloth spontaneously combusted, leaving only the pitch-black necklace.

The white man was extremely grateful and left a large sum of money.

At that moment, a woman's cool voice came from the side.

"Can we really make money this way?"

The speaker was a woman wearing a red high-slit dress and with short black hair.

Her eyes were fixed on the speaker in the tree, and she saw through Huang Bai's scam at a glance.

"Don't get me wrong, this is just an exorcism tool."

Huang Bai laughed.

The woman in front of him was named Ada Wong, one of the main female characters in the Resident Evil series. She was a spy working for a criminal organization to obtain the Umbrella Corporation's virus, and also his neighbor.

Over time, the two became acquainted.

Perhaps due to the vigilance of spies, Ada Wong frequently kept an eye on the situation here, and of course, Huang Bai made no attempt to conceal it.

"Are you a Taoist priest or a priest?"

In Ada Wong's eyes, this neighbor was a strange conman.

"He's a Taoist priest in China, a priest in North America. See you tomorrow."

Huang Bai turned around and went back inside, slamming the door shut.

Living room, interior.

Huang Bai spat out his inner elixir, which transformed into a yaksha.

"Yaksha, I'll give you one night to dig a basement."

"Yes, my lord," Yaksha replied mechanically.

Over the next few days, building materials were delivered to our door every now and then.

Yaksha dug and puffed, the noise keeping Ada Wong awake. She considered calling the police, but then, remembering her identity, she gradually dismissed the idea and could only bury herself under the covers and sulk.

Night fell, and all was quiet.

The candlelight was dim beneath the house.

In the center of the basement stands a five-foot-high, eight-foot-wide altar with five tiers.

Yellow prayer flags were hung in all eight directions around the altar, symbolizing Yin and Yang and the Eight Trigrams.

In the center of the altar, there is an incense table with the Eight Immortals, on which is placed a large black altar, the mouth of which is sealed with white paper talismans.

"Gods use yellow talismans, ghosts use white paper. Indeed, they are soldiers descending from the altar."

With everything ready, the next step is the long process of crafting the altar.

Once the altar is established, incense and offerings must be continuously made.

At the same time, the formation formed by the altar will continuously draw on the surrounding yin energy to form yin soil within the altar.

"In addition, there is a soul-capturing spell that actively captures ghosts. I will use this spell when performing rituals in the future."

This is why Huang Bai did not give up his identities as a priest and a Taoist priest.

In the days that followed, Huang Bai gradually made a name for himself, and almost every funeral in the neighborhood would hire this powerful exorcist.

At the cemetery, after Huang Bai finished his eulogy, he secretly made a hand seal with his right hand.

Wow!

An eerie green aura, invisible to others, seeped into his sleeve.

"Strange, where is the soul?"

She then officiated at two more funerals.

"Huh, could this be a micro-demon world without ghosts or monsters?"

Huang Bai had some vague guesses in his mind.

half a month later.

He presided over a gangster's funeral; the deceased had suffered greatly in life and was shot in the head.

This time, the yin energy was greater than before, and it was mixed with a trace of blood energy.

basement.

"Souls, souls, come to my altar, feast on incense offerings, and obey my commands... By order!"

Wow!

The incense and candles flickered, and the yin energy materialized, with all the yin energy accumulated over the days flowing into the newly absorbed yin energy.

Finally, beneath the billowing black smoke, a shadowy figure emerged.

The shadow fell onto the Terrace of Soldiers and Horses.

The first ghost has been created.

"Do people who die a gruesome death have more yin energy and a greater chance of being refined into a soul by themselves?"

Isn't this just like blood sacrifice?

The difference is that the person wasn't killed by themselves.

Indeed, blood sacrifice is the correct way to unleash the troops on the altar.

If we rely solely on rituals to help people pass on their souls, we probably won't be able to train qualified soldiers even in a hundred years.

After all, even the vital energy of a strong adult man is afraid of normal wandering ghosts, let alone using them to fight enemies. They might be destroyed by sunlight.

Moreover, with the increasing demand for yin energy, relying solely on the occasional violent death of a person is certainly not enough.

"No, do zombies count too? Zombies don't die stiff, they die with their eyes open. Their yin energy and malevolence are even stronger, and... killing a zombie is considered a blood sacrifice, and it's not even considered against the natural order."

If a zombie outbreak occurs in the future, won't there be no shortage of yin energy and materials for forging weapons everywhere?

Although they are a bit weak, at least they are numerous.

"Ha ha."

Looking at the gloomy aura above the altar, Huang Baifa let out a hearty laugh.

"I want to control all the armies in the land."

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