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Before Shao Yan could react, he stumbled and was about to fall down. Shang Qing supported him, then bent down and patted the ground. The spiritual energy dispersed, and a ghost appeared.

It was a hanging ghost. He squatted at Shao Yan's feet, raised his face and smiled strangely, dragging his long tongue to the ground, holding his own hanging rope in his hand. This guy was responsible for Shao Yan's trip just now.

Shao Yan frowned, "Chongya Mountain? It is said that people from this sect have inherited the ghost arts from Maoshan and are good at raising ghosts."

A voice that couldn't be said to be nice or unpleasant, but with a particularly weak tone came, "I've long heard that Taoist Master Yunxu has taken in a useless closed-door disciple. Is that you? A mere hanging rope can trip you up. , Tsk! It’s really not ordinary incompetence.”

Shang Qing and Shao Yan turned around at the same time. Behind them stood a man in gray robes. His eyes were slightly raised, his eyebrows were light, and his expression was very arrogant, making him look even more mean.

Shao Yan didn't look angry at all. He leaned into Shang Qing's ear and explained to him: "His name is Cao Muxing. He is the most powerful person of this generation in Chongyashan. He is the favorite to win this competition."

Cao Muxing curled his lips and raised his chin slightly. He was already thinking about how to accept the admiring gazes of the two people opposite him... Then he saw Shang Qing tilting his head and pondering for a moment, then asked: "Speaking of which, what is this competition about?"

Shao Yan was surprised, "You still don't know what to compare to?"

Shang Qing: "Isn't it a competition for alchemy?"

Shao Yan: "Of course not..."

Shang Qing breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

Shao Yan was speechless. Seeing what he meant, as long as feelings are not as good as refining elixirs, he is not afraid of anything else...

Opposite him, Cao Muxing was almost furious. He felt that these two people were ignoring him on purpose. His temper was also spoiled. If others didn't praise him, it would be equivalent to looking down on him. Being ignored would be equivalent to being humiliated.

So, he really hated these two people. He moved his fingers and silently recited two mantras at the same time. The hanged man squatting on the ground immediately stood up, smiled strangely, and tried to strangle Shao Yan's neck with the hanging rope. !

Shao Yan trembled in fright, subconsciously bent down and hid from the hanging man. Without him blocking him in front, the Hanged Man would attack Shang Qing directly.

Cao Muxing was happy now, "This is a hanging ghost that has been hanging for more than two hundred years. It took me a long time to subdue it successfully. If you don't want to die under that hanging rope, just beg for mercy and quit the competition..."

If only he could have looked at it for a while, he wouldn't have said that——

I saw that Shang Qing was not surprised when he saw the hanged man rushing towards him, and he didn't even make any movement. He just raised his hand and hit the hanged man between his eyebrows with a finger gesture, which made the hanged man freeze suddenly.

Shang Qing then took out his other hand from his pocket, and then put the talisman paper in his hand on the forehead of the hanged ghost, and the ghost was put into the talisman paper. He folded the talisman into a triangle in a few seconds and put it back in his pocket.

The whole process went smoothly, and the other contestants who had been paying attention here didn't react. How could it be easier for this person to catch a two-hundred-year-old man than to catch an ant? What's the origin?

It took a long time before Cao Muxing came back to his senses. He felt his head buzzing, "You, you...I...that's my hanging ghost!"

Shang Qing patted his pocket and said, "Now he is my hanger."

Cao Muxing was so angry that he felt dizzy. At the same time, he still felt a little regretful. He would have known better and would not come here to cause trouble. Now that he has lost his own ghost, how should he explain to his master when he goes back? This hanged man was specially helped by his master to subdue him for this competition!

Shao Yan's eyes were bright and he said to Shang Qing: "You are so awesome! This competition is about catching ghosts. I feel like you really might win first place!"

Shang Qing raised his eyebrows and said silently: Who else could I do?

The other participating magicians had different ideas. Chongya Mountain is only good at raising ghosts. Without the hanged ghost Cao Jupiter, there is no need to worry, but this Shang Qing who appears out of nowhere makes them a little worried.

Shang Qing didn't know that the Yin-Yang horoscope he took a fancy to at a glance was a treasure in the eyes of many mystic magicians. At least half of the people present were determined to get that divination chart.

The world of occult arts is just a small society, and the people here are just more capable than ordinary people.

At this moment, a bus came outside to take the magicians to the competition venue.

Cao Muxing glared at Shang Qing fiercely and walked away in an angry manner, with the intention of not giving up written all over his back.

Shang Qing and Shao Yan got in the car and found a double seat to sit down.

Shao Yan took off the big hiking bag from his back and put it down. He heard a thud and died.

Shang Qing looked curiously, "What are you bringing, tools for catching ghosts?" He only brought a small white cloth bag, which contained talisman paper, a jade pen and the hexagram with Ultraman on it. Pan, I don’t quite understand which sect needs to bring a half-person-high hiking bag to catch ghosts.

"Huh?" Shao Yan didn't hear clearly. He opened his hiking bag and took out two bottles of vegetable juice, "Come on, come on, are you thirsty? I squeezed this myself. It's delicious. Try it!"

Then he took out a box of homemade snacks and said, "I made this myself too. The raw materials are yam and taro. It's delicious and nourishing the stomach!"

Then he took out a bag of nuts, a bottle of milk, a pack of tissues, an umbrella... Even scissors and lighters were ready!

It is no exaggeration to say that this bag of things is enough for him to spend three days and three nights on a desert island!

Shang Qing looked impressed, opened the vegetable juice and took a sip, nodding, it tastes good!

When Shao Yan saw that he liked it, he immediately laughed, and his whole body exuded the same brilliance as his mother.

A voice in the back seat said unkindly: "This is to catch ghosts, and it's not a field trip for primary school students. Are you bringing so many things because you are afraid that ghosts will run too slowly?"

When the two of them turned around, it was Cao Muxing who was looking at the two of them very angry and looking for something to do.

Shang Qing didn't bother to say anything, he just patted his pocket.

Cao Muxing: "..."

Wucao is so angry!

Looking back, Shang Qing continued to ask Shao Yan, "Where is the competition venue and what are the specific rules?"

Shao Yan: "The competition is held in Wuwang Mountain, which is more than two hours' drive from Yunhua Temple! It is basically a deep mountain and old forest. This is to prevent ordinary people from entering by mistake."

"This competition is more about catching ghosts. Every Taoist temple and Buddhist temple has some ghosts practicing here. These ghosts usually have unresolved obsessions, but they have not made any big mistakes, so they practice in front of the statues of gods and Buddhas. What are you waiting for? When the obsession dissipates, he will be sent to be reincarnated."

"Master and a few Gothes asked these ghosts to help this time and put them all into Hopeless Mountain. Who can catch the most ghosts at the end of the day? They have already set up a magic circle around Hopeless Mountain. After we enter, , it will not be turned on until the end of the game.”

Shang Qing nodded and asked, "Do you know how many ghosts there are?"

Shao Yan: "Master said there are more than two hundred!"

Shang Qing had counted in the small wooden building before. There were about fifty people participating in the competition. Theoretically speaking, one person could catch four ghosts on average.

The competition is still very fierce, and it is very likely that someone will not be able to catch one.

The bus stopped at the outskirts of a mountain forest. The old trees that had lost their leaves were showing signs of sprouting, but they still looked a little depressed.

The occultists got out of the car and found that it was already dusk.

In the occult world, this is a special moment. From now on, every minute and second that passes, the ghost's ghost power will increase.

The old Taoist priest who led the team gave a soul-nurturing bottle to one of the participants, and the ghosts he caught could be stuffed into it.

The competition officially started, and the young mysticists entered the forest in twos and threes. Just as Shang Qing and Shao Yan were about to set off, the lingering Cao Muxing appeared out of nowhere and said to Shang Qing: "I admit that you have real ability, but I advise you not to bring this dragster, otherwise you will not be able to lose." They don’t even know!”

Shang Qing shook his head, "The oil bottle is pretty good. It's better than a half-full bottle that's still dangling."

Cao Muxing took a moment to react before he realized that he was being scolded, "You, you... you dare to scold me?!"

However, Shang Qing had already taken Shao Yan into the woods.

Shao Yan hesitated and said, "Um, Fellow Daoist Zhou, he is right, I just make up the numbers, you lead me to stumble and I can't even catch up with a ghost. What if I don't get the first place? What if I don't get the first place?" Let’s separate..."

Shang Qing: "First of all, I didn't bring anything to eat. Secondly, who said I was going to chase ghosts?"

Shao Yan was a little confused, "Ah? But if we don't catch up with those ghosts, how can we catch them?"

Shang Qing: "Can't we just let them come to me on their own?"

With that said, he continued walking forward.

Shao Yan was confused for a while, and then he chased after him. He still didn't understand, "What do you mean by asking them to come to you... Although Master is asking them for help, it is a competition after all, and they will not be obedient..."

The sound of fighting could be heard not far away. It may be that the luckier Taoist friends discovered the traces of the ghost. Everyone knew the rules, they were not using killer moves, and the noise was not loud.

Shao Yan was anxious, "Fellow Daoist Zhou, hurry up. They've already started. If everyone else catches all the ghosts, you won't be able to find them even if you try to find them!"

Shang Qing didn't panic, and simply found a flat stone to sit down. "Why are you so anxious? The sun is still hanging on the mountainside, so there is no way to catch ghosts." He stretched out his hand and said, "I'm hungry."

Shao Yan hated the fact that iron could not become steel, so he stuffed a box of snacks into his arms and said, "Eat it!"

However, seeing the young man covered in dregs after eating, he couldn't bear the worry, so he took out a tissue to wipe him, and picked off the ghost grass needles on his clothes, busy here and there like an old mother.

Just as he was picking it off, he felt a chill coming down his back, especially the hand that touched Shang Qing. His wrist was cold, as if something was trying to cut off his hand... He stepped back He looked and saw no one... Why did he feel like something was looking at him? Still with bad intentions...

Shang Qing tilted his head and pushed his hand away, "Okay, it's time."

At this time, the sun has set, and although the sky is still bright, the moon is already hanging on the top of the mountain.

Shang Qing walked to the open space in front and started to draw a huge magic circle with tree branches.

Shao Yan followed, and the more he looked, the more shocked he became. How could this magic circle look like...

After drawing the magic circle, Shang Qing threw the branch, squatted down, put one hand on the trajectory of the magic circle, and injected spiritual power——

A faint light of light cyan lights up, and the magic circle is activated.

"Soul Capturing Array, wake up!"

Chasing a group of ghosts all over the mountains and fields would cost too much, so it would be better to arrest them all and catch them as many as they want.