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To find the Seven People with Yin Attributes, they must be buried in the same place according to the order of their Birth Date and Time, and that location should be surrounded by a powerful Soul-Trapping Formation to prevent the Yin souls inside from being taken away by the Yin Chai. Once all the souls are gathered, the formation will be altered, replacing the sealed positions with the head of the person meant for reincarnation, allowing the seven Yin souls to continuously provide Yin Qi to that Skull. By this time, the passage of time in the Underworld has already elapsed, so there will be no more Yin Chai to interfere.
However, this formation requires many masters to activate it simultaneously. During the ritual, eight people's combined strength is needed to Activate Formation. Setting aside whether this method is feasible or not, it is particularly cruel for the Senior Master who volunteers for this task. Since only the Skull is needed, after his passing, his head must be severed within seven days to replace the Yang Object in the formation.
Once this plan was proposed, the Senior Masters present quickly divided into two factions. One side believed this method was worth trying; if successful, it would represent a significant breakthrough in Daoist Arts. The other side deemed it inhumane. Regardless of whether the proposing Senior Master was willing, imprisoning the other seven souls and denying them reincarnation was excessively cruel. Although times were chaotic, many Senior Masters held a respectful attitude towards souls. To personally sever so many souls' paths to Reincarnation would greatly diminish their Yin De.
That afternoon's meeting was filled with constant arguments. Ultimately, however, the proposing Senior Master prevailed. After all, such matters should not exist within Taoist Magic. Yet Taoism had languished for too long and was nearly forgotten—like a stagnant pool of water desperately needing a stone to create even a ripple.
They were all Senior Masters who had known each other for many years. In the end, for harmony's sake, even those Grandmasters who disagreed were compelled to participate in implementing this plan and promised never to disclose the Altar's location. If after eighty-one years there was still no change, they would abandon their insistence and could freely choose any address within their circle to break the formation and release the trapped Yin souls.
Calculating the time that had passed, it was evident that this plan had not succeeded. Many years had gone by amidst various social and natural disasters, and they had left no detailed specific location behind.
My master mentioned that he once searched with Master Pan but found nothing. If it weren't for Grandpa Liu Jian's situation this time, who knows how much longer those Yin souls would remain trapped.
I loved hearing about these ancient matters, so I pressed my master for details. However, he said long-distance calls were too expensive and only briefly mentioned that preparing for that Altar took nearly a year. The trapped Yin souls were mostly transferred from various places after death without any illegal means used. Moreover, some diviners had calculated that their Yin lifespan would exceed a hundred years before they could reincarnate. Thus, their Reincarnation would not be significantly affected.
I asked my master, "Isn't it said that if one's Yin lifespan ends without Reincarnation, they will lose their position to someone else and have to relive their Yin lifespan? If they aren't released within a hundred years, won't they suffer?"
My master replied, "That's true in principle; however, there are unseen fates at play—look at you appearing here! The rest will be simple; consider it a great merit that you've stumbled upon. Enough talk; I'm hanging up."
Was this really a bargain? I felt speechless inside; whether things could be resolved was another matter entirely. Who knew what state that Senior Master's soul might be in now after all this time? What if he became a Vengeful Spirit because things didn't work out? In front of such an ancient Master, my tricks would seem trivial.
This phone call left me wide awake when I had intended to catch up on sleep. Only I understood the mixed feelings within me: on one hand, I was particularly excited about seeing a Senior Master from a century ago; on the other hand, I was deeply worried about losing control of the situation. Seven Spirit Gods—though weak and unlikely to pose any threat—sending souls was still quite exhausting. Plus there was a Senior Master involved; I wondered what it would feel like to send him off and whether my skills were sufficient for such a task. Should I send off the Senior Master first or deal with the other six Spirit Gods? How should I call them forth and maintain control?
A series of questions swirled in my mind until I felt overwhelmed. Even so, I stopped myself from consulting my master again—whether fortune or misfortune awaited me was uncertain; if calamity came my way, it couldn't be avoided anyway. Whether it was fate or destiny, what was meant to come would eventually arrive.
Since I entered this line of work, I have come to see many things differently. To me, all the pain, disasters, joy, and everything good or bad that happens in life are merely a form of training. It's like performing a task; when it's resolved, you receive the Victim's Reward and gratitude. If it remains unresolved, you gain nothing and may even face scorn. I can't let the fear of being criticized stop me from doing my job. Every interaction is a form of giving and receiving; sometimes, harsh words can broaden my perspective and make me more open-minded. In terms of self-cultivation, this is an essential path with no shortcuts. Once you pass this hurdle, things flow smoothly; if not, you're stuck.
Unlike most people who lose sleep over overthinking, I find it easier to sleep when things are uncertain. When I finally woke up, it was already past two in the afternoon. The Village lacked the city's clamor, and I slept very comfortably—something I hadn't experienced in a long time. Stretching contentedly, I went downstairs and was greeted by the mouthwatering aroma of food. Living a life where you eat and sleep like this occasionally feels quite pleasant.
After lunch, I struggled to get started on my tasks. The last talisman took me quite a while to complete under the light of my Flashlight. If there hadn't been a grave nearby providing Grave Soil, I would have given up on that method entirely.
By the time I finished everything, it was already past eight in the evening. After nearly six hours of hard work, I finally wrapped things up. With my Strong Flashlight illuminating my handiwork on the ground, I felt quite proud. Having these three talismans would make sending souls much easier later.
I found a patch of grass to lie down on and turned off my Flashlight to look around. It was pitch black; even the crescent moon from last night had hidden behind the clouds. A Breeze brushed against my sweaty face, which felt quite refreshing. Fortunately, the wind wasn't too strong; it wouldn't extinguish my red candle.
Just as I was about to check the time, my mother's call came through. She asked why I hadn't returned home for Dinner yet. It reminded me that I had forgotten to tell her when I left. Apologizing, I said I had something to do and told her to eat and go to bed early. She didn't ask further questions; she simply said "Okay" and reminded me to be careful before hanging up.
Going back home was too far; although time was sufficient, my energy wasn't enough for all the tasks awaiting me that night.
Lying on the grass and feeling the pitch-black night where I couldn't see my hand in front of my face reminded me of when my master forced me to practice courage by leaving me among two graves for several nights. Back then, I was terrified, always feeling like something might suddenly jump out at me. Now, after so many years, here I am willingly lying in the middle of a graveyard with a completely different mindset. Back then, I didn't understand them and found them frightening; now that I've come to know them well enough, I'm no longer afraid—I've made peace with it.
Perhaps due to exhaustion, as I lay there, an urge to sleep washed over me. With nothing visible around me, it felt even more hypnotic. Wanting to sleep but fearing I'd miss Midnight's Send Soul ritual, I set an Eleven o'clock Alarm Clock beside me and closed my eyes to doze off.
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