I have a Taoist temple that connects me to other worlds

"Is this a lucid dream?" Jiang Wen looked at himself lying on the bed, sensing in the darkness that someone was spying on him. Calming his tense emotions, he tried to walk towards his body.

Jiang Wen had heard an old saying that during lucid dreams, one could see things ordinary people couldn't. If you encountered a stranger or someone familiar calling your name, remember not to answer, or you would never return.

Although he didn't know if the rumor was true, Jiang Wen knew he couldn't be careless now. Whether he was in a lucid dream or not, he needed to wake up from this bizarre state.

But no matter how hard Jiang Wen tried, he couldn't get half a step closer to his body. It was as if there was a thick wall between them, and no matter how much effort he exerted, it was futile.

"If you walk by the river often, you're bound to get your shoes wet. I'm afraid I've really been haunted by something dirty." Jiang Wen stopped wasting his energy. He turned his gaze to the outside of the door, surveying the Li mansion's quiet night scene.

The lights were still on, swaying gently with the night breeze. Among the flickering shadows, figures seemed to be moving in the pavilions and towers.

The flowers, plants, and trees cast scattered shadows in the darkness. The rustling sound of the leaves was like some kind of call, vaguely echoing in Jiang Wen's ears.

"I died so unjustly—"

The sound seemed to come from behind him, and Jiang Wen felt a chill all over his body. His spine felt as if ice water was rushing straight to the top of his head.

He closed his mouth tightly, not making a sound. He just silently turned his head and looked into the bedroom.

His words seemed to have worked, and the white-clothed man paused. He widened his pale eyes and looked at Jiang Wen, then let out a giggle.

Seeing that this method didn't work, Jiang Wen had to change his approach. Whether it was good or bad was not important now; what was important was to ensure his own life first.

With this in mind, he suddenly frowned. Then his voice became stern: "I am a disciple of the Three Pure Ones! How dare you, beast, harm my life? If you turn back now, it's still not too late, otherwise I will summon thunder to strike you and scatter your soul!"

"I'm so miserable! I'm so miserable!" Perhaps hearing Jiang Wen's words, the white-clothed man's voice became even more shrill.

Just this one glance made his hair stand on end.

"What's going on?" Jiang Wen looked at the golden statue. The statue was about the height of a person, and at this moment, it was sitting cross-legged on a futon with its fingers in a mudra. Its eyes were closed, its golden face was perfect, and mystical laws were manifested around it, quietly listening as if immortal music and Taoist sounds echoed.

The golden fire instantly dissipated, as if it had never appeared.

It was a swollen, bloated face, like a soaked white bun, with maggots wriggling inside.

"So that's how it is." Jiang Wen nodded thoughtfully, roughly understanding the origin of the statue.

"Taoist? I've seen many fake Taoists. Do you think you can fool me?"

Jiang Wen realized he could move, and following the ghost's gaze, he looked behind him, where a golden statue was floating.

He kowtowed several times, making crisp sounds. Jiang Wen stood still, waiting for the ghost to suffer some more punishment before slowly opening his mouth.

"I don't know what grievances you have, but if you are willing to tell me, I will definitely fulfill your wish." Jiang Wen realized that he couldn't move, and could only let the white-clothed man approach. He was panicked, but his mouth didn't stop.

But his emotional words were unsuccessful, and the other party raised his hand indifferently, about to grab his neck.

"Do you know your mistake?"

Probably? Jiang Wen hesitated slightly, thinking of burning more incense for the Taoist ancestors when he got back. Forcing himself to suppress the fear in his heart, he barely looked at the ghost in front of him.

At this critical moment, the ghost let out a pig-slaughtering scream as if it had been poked, and quickly moved away from Jiang Wen.

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled." A hoarse voice came, and Jiang Wen felt like a wet, slimy snake was crawling across his cheek.

The white-clothed man walked up to Jiang Wen and slowly parted his disheveled long hair.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wen couldn't help but remember the stories he had heard when he was a child. It was said that every ghost who died unjustly in the water was extremely painful and unwilling. They drowned in the yin water, easily generating resentment. They would try every means to occupy the body of a living person, so that they could live in the yang world again.

On the big bed, the white-clothed man with disheveled hair was lying next to his body, staring at him with swollen eyes and a pale face.

"This little one knows his mistake, knows his mistake!" the white-clothed man quickly said.

"Please, immortal, spare this little one, please!" Li San Gongzi crawled in front of Jiang Wen, kneeling down and kowtowing forcefully.

"It hurts me so much, it hurts me so much!" The white-clothed man covered his hands and rolled on the ground, screaming in agony. His whole body was covered in golden flames, like vines clinging to his body.

"I dare not, I dare not anymore."

After a long time, Jiang Wen opened his eyes. His eyebrows were filled with compassion and holiness, and his eyes looked at the dying soul wailing on the ground.

What exactly was going on? He couldn't figure it out, and subconsciously reached out to touch the statue. He saw the statue turn into golden light and merge into his body.

Jiang Wen barely stabilized his emotions and calmly looked at this stranger. He knew that if his guess was correct, the identity of this person was the drowned youngest son of Master Li.

"Hmph, I see that you have never harmed anyone on weekdays. I will spare you this time, but if you dare to harm anyone again next time, I will definitely scatter your soul." Jiang Wen threatened, pointing to the golden fire on the white-clothed man's body and saying, "Extinguish."

He stood up from the bedside, walking slowly towards Jiang Wen step by step. The water droplets dripping from his body wet the ground, and a rotten, corpse-like stench filled the entire room. The flickering candlelight trembled in the invisible cold wind, and the originally clean walls began to be covered with moss.

"I am so unwilling." The white-clothed man cracked a smile, smiling strangely at Jiang Wen. "I will take revenge first, revenge!"

"Will you dare to harm people again in the future?" Jiang Wen asked calmly.

"Who are you?" Jiang Wen pretended to be overbearing and scolded the other party, although he was afraid in his heart, he still had to make a threatening gesture. "Why are you disturbing people's dreams in the middle of the night?"

It was also because of this that a few days before the seventh day of the seventh month, the elderly in the family would tell the children not to go into the water. Otherwise, they should be careful of being dragged to the bottom of the water by the water ghost and becoming a substitute for the dead.

The more Jiang Wen looked, the more frightened he became. The face of the statue was exactly the same as his.

Jiang Wen's legs were a little weak, but he didn't want to look too embarrassed. First, he had no grievances with this Li family's third young master, and there was no reason for him to suffer retribution. Secondly, he was a Taoist priest, so how could he be afraid of ghosts? Secondly, he could travel between the two worlds, which was more bizarre than seeing a ghost. If there really were gods, Buddhas, ghosts, and monsters in the world, then he should be blessed by the Taoist ancestors, right?

Seeing this situation, Jiang Wen thought sadly that his life was over, and could only watch helplessly as the other party attacked him.

Countless mystical texts converged into his mind, and finally turned into boundless Taoist scriptures.

He didn't expect this rumor to be true. He was afraid that the Li family's third young master died unjustly and would turn into a ghost to claim people's lives.

Seeing this, the white-clothed man breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his sore hands, and respectfully bowed to Jiang Wen.

"Thank you, immortal, for sparing my life."

"Forget it, tell me your story." Jiang Wen nodded, looking at the other party as he spoke.