I have a Taoist temple that connects me to other worlds

Starting the altar, performing the ritual.

Yellow cloth spread on the table, incense and candles lit.

Only in front of a table, on which various items were displayed. There was a rooster with its feathers plucked, and a bowl of water with an indiscernible color.

Jiang Wen, wearing his long-unworn Taoist robe, stood in the room, holding Flying Frost and walking in front of the altar.

This was the first time he had truly practiced the act of summoning a person's soul. Although he had understood it before, he had never performed it. He originally thought he could try his hand at a major event, but he didn't expect to start here.

Inside the villa, Shen Jianguo stood aside, watching Jiang Wen's movements, his face revealing a hint of solemnity. Standing beside him was a group of men and women, young and old, the youngest being only a few years old.

Looking at the situation, which was completely out of sync with the villa, several people's faces revealed sneering expressions. Some even showed disdain, their eyes filled with contempt.

Many people were whispering and gossiping. Shen Jianguo heard it all, but his face didn't reveal any emotion. Perhaps, for him, many words from others were difficult to sway him.

"I don't know what Uncle Jianguo is doing."

"He's an old-fashioned person, quite superstitious."

He cast a spell, using his finger to apply cinnabar to a paper figure. Then, he pressed his finger on the paper figure and shouted loudly towards the incense and candles: "Soul, return!"

"This Taoist priest is like a shaman, I don't know what he's doing."

"What's going on?! How did the puppet suddenly crack!"

Many people were dissatisfied, but Shen Jianguo just glanced at them. He listened to the scriptures chanted by Jiang Wen, and although he felt a little anxious, he still waited patiently.

"He'll wake up in a moment," Jiang Wen said. Then, he pinched the paper figure and walked towards the ward of the old man Shen Mingzhi.

"It's really strange, what kind of chemical reaction is this? Young master, you graduated with a doctorate, do you know?"

"Master Tuo, is your secret method really effective? Why isn't that old thing Shen Mingzhi dead yet?"

Several people frowned and asked, but the middle-aged man named Master Tuo just nodded without answering, and then looked at the puppet in contemplation.

"Alright, this matter is considered a success," Jiang Wen said with a smile. His consciousness, like a kite being reeled in, instantly returned to his body.

A night breeze suddenly sprang up in the villa, causing everyone present to feel surprised.

Thinking of this, Shen Jianguo thought of his son again. That good-for-nothing hadn't even come back to see his grandfather, and was probably still out there indulging in pleasure.

"Weren't the doors and windows all closed? Where did the wind come from?!"

"Who told him to be the head of the family."

"Thank you for your hard work, Jianguo." The old man smiled and stretched out his hand, holding the back of Shen Jianguo's hand. "During the days I've been sick, it's all been hard on you."

At first, this scene startled everyone, after all, there were too many flammable things in the ward, and a fire could easily break out. They were just about to call for someone to put out the fire when they saw, reminded by others, that the paper figure was just fading away like it was burning, without a trace of sparks.

Amidst the discussions, Jiang Wen's Taoist robe fluttered, and he pinched the paper figure and reprimanded Shen Jianguo: "Open the door."

"Let's see how this Taoist priest continues to fool people."

Magic power flowed through his fingertips, and the paper figure moved automatically without wind.

The puppet was about half a meter tall, and it was wearing Shen Mingzhi's clothes. Sitting in front of the puppet was a middle-aged man with tanned skin wearing casual clothes. At this time, he was looking at the puppet in front of him, covered in sweat.

"Daoist Jiang, when will my father be able to wake up?" Shen Jianguo couldn't help but ask.

They would only be tolerant when they had common interests, but once they saw blood, they would swarm like vultures.

He passed through the wall and came to a basement. Several people were standing in the basement, looking at a puppet that was covered with silver needles.

Jiang Wen didn't know about the affairs of the Shen family. He held a sword, struck a bell, and stepped on the Tiangang steps around the altar.

"Master Tuo, Master Tuo! Are you alright! Master Tuo has fainted! Quickly call a doctor."

"Uncle, I'm not a chemistry major, how would I know about this?"

"Dad!" Shen Jianguo was overjoyed and wept. "You're finally awake!"

"Hmph, just abuse the Shen family's prestige. To actually believe this nonsense. If it were me, I would have sent this Taoist priest in."

He opened his eyes and put down the sword, then spread his palms and merged with the paper figure.

"It's really strange," Jiang Wen thought to himself, waving his hand at the puppet. The puppet suddenly cracked, and the clothes and silver needles fell off. Such a bizarre situation naturally startled the surrounding people, even Master Tuo looked terrified.

"The head of the family is actually doing this kind of thing, I think Uncle Jianguo might be going too far."

"Hey, why is it windy?!"

With the guidance of magic power, he came to another courtyard. Here, artificial mountains and water accompanied each other, and the ancient-style villa was brightly lit.

The ward was filled with joy and laughter, and Jiang Wen found it amusing to listen to. He looked at the old man and noticed that the old man's vitality was recovering after the soul entered his body. Calculating the time, at the moment when everyone was getting impatient, the old man slowly opened his eyes.

For these short-sighted family members, Shen Jianguo had nothing to say. Even his father's personal clothing and blood could be sold by them, so how much affection could there be?

Shen Jianguo remained unmoved, following behind Jiang Wen to the ward. He wouldn't make a decision easily before everything had settled.

"Let's go, go and take a look."

"Is this soul-hooking technique? Why is it so crude?" Jiang Wen looked at the puppet in confusion, he didn't quite understand how this middle-aged man with no magic power could do something like hooking souls.

Why did he raise such a useless thing, causing trouble all day long? Shen Jianguo felt exhausted. His father's illness was like a knife inserted into his chest, making him feel lost and helpless.

Many of the younger generation who were watching didn't believe it, and they were all talking about how the head of the family, Shen Jianguo, was bewitched and believed in this young Taoist.

At this moment, the paper figure spontaneously combusted in the wind, slowly burning out on the old man's forehead.

Jiang Wen stood in the wind, pinching the paper figure, his consciousness already elsewhere.

After completing all of this, Jiang Wen turned to look at Shen Jianguo, looking at him with a smile and said: "Mr. Shen, I have lived up to expectations."

Looking at the chaos in the basement, Jiang Wen waved his hand and summoned Shen Mingzhi's soul back. He stretched out his palm and made the dazed white shadow enter it, carefully examining it and nodding in satisfaction.

"Then what book did you read."

Amidst the discussions, Jiang Wen walked to the bedside. He looked at the unconscious old man and slowly placed the paper figure in his hand on his forehead.

"Master Tuo, what happened?"

"Open the door!" Shen Jianguo immediately ordered the servants to open the door. At the moment the door opened, a gust of strong wind rushed into the house.

"I'm fine, Dad. As long as you're awake, that's better than anything." Shen Jianguo said with a smile, sitting by the bedside and talking to the old man in detail.

As for the others in the room, the old man and Shen Jianguo seemed not to see them.

And Jiang Wen had already left the ward, returning to the hotel under the guidance of the assistant.