Chapter 5: The secrets of heaven must not be revealed

Although Old Master Zhang was well-read and experienced, this was the first time he had encountered the matter of capturing ghosts and collecting souls, which inevitably made him feel a bit apprehensive. However, for the sake of future peace in his home, he had no choice but to brace himself and follow closely behind Master Wang as they stepped into the dilapidated warehouse

Upon hearing this, Old Master Zhang, though puzzled, ultimately felt relieved. As for what Master Wang mentioned about fortune, he did not dwell on it much, thinking only: "As long as my family can live in peace and without trouble, that is enough for me"

Old Master Zhang noticed that Wang Yi seemed to be preoccupied, so he stepped forward and asked, "Master Wang, was that truly a divine being that just emerged from the cave? How could it possibly be in the tree hollow of my home?"

Upon seeing this, Wang Yi first frowned and nodded. After the white-haired immortal had drilled back into the cave, he finally let out a sigh of relief. However, he soon seemed to recall something, and with a meaningful glance, he turned his gaze towards the warehouse.

"Very well, let us go together!" After saying this, Master Wang stepped out of the hall first. At that moment, eight strong men were standing in the courtyard, each with a branch of a peach tree tucked into their waist. However, it was not difficult to see that fear was evident on their faces. Master Wang smiled slightly and said, "You happen to be eight in number now. Divide yourselves into eight positions to surround that warehouse. Just stand still for a while, and leave the rest to me!"

Throughout the entire afternoon, everyone in the Zhang family was filled with anxiety. Who could focus on their work when strange occurrences were happening at home? Even the old master was restless, pacing back and forth in the main hall. He thought about seeking out Master Wang for a conversation, yet he was also afraid of disturbing him.

Thus, they waited until nightfall. The sun sank heavily in the west, yet the heat remained oppressive. The sky was not clear; thick clouds appeared particularly gloomy. Observing the weather outside, Old Master Zhao grew increasingly uneasy. It was not until Wang Daxian emerged from the house that he felt somewhat reassured. He stepped forward and asked, "Wang Daxian, can we begin now?"

Wang Yi raised his eyes to glance at the sky outside and murmured, "When the moon rises at the tip of the branch, the yang energy departs, and the yin spirits dare to roam the human realm! Today is cloudy with no moon, the yin energy is not strong, and later we will surely achieve twice the result with half the effort. Have you prepared everything I asked you to prepare?"

At noon, Old Master Zhang set up a banquet at home and invited Master Wang to take the seat of honor. However, to everyone's surprise, Master Wang stated that he would be performing a ritual that night and should not consume spicy foods. He merely drank some plain water and ate a bit of rice before requesting a quiet room from the old master to rest.

Wang Yi composed himself and made a respectful bow to the entirely snow-white immortal, saying: "I did not know that the great immortal was cultivating here, and I did not mean to disturb. I hope the great immortal will not take offense!"

The people around had never witnessed such a peculiar and strange occurrence in their lives; each one stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the empty opening. It was not until Old Master Zhang regained his senses that he instructed everyone to disperse

After the eight men stood in place, Wang Yi took out a copper bell and a bronze mirror from his bosom, holding one in each hand. He nodded to Old Master Zhang and said, "Shall we go in together"

As soon as Wang Yi finished speaking, everyone heard a "chirp!" coming from the east. Following that, a creature resembling a small version of the legendary Huang Daxian, entirely snow-white and about the size of an adult's palm, emerged. It stood on its hind legs, with its front paws placed on its chest, staring intently at the great Wang Daxian before it

Where has anyone seen such a strange object, only to hear the alarm clock buzz with a sound, thinking to themselves: "Could this be the sacred one that Wang Daxian spoke of?"

"Everything is ready; they are all waiting in the courtyard now!" Old Master Zhang replied hastily

Wang Daxian paused for a moment and said: "This is a heavenly secret and must not be disclosed. In any case, tonight I will still perform the ritual to collect souls. At that time, you only need to call eight young men, each carrying a branch of a peach tree, and follow me. Do not ask about anything else. In any case, this matter is a tremendous blessing for your family!"

The white-haired immortal surprisingly understood Wang Yidu's words. It let out a few "chirps" and pointed with its front paw at the warehouse behind Wang Yidu. After that, it ignored everyone and turned back to burrow into the hole.

With eight people in one room, they would not need to enter that room for a while, and each of them couldn't help but feel a slight sense of relief in their hearts

Upon seeing this object, Wang Yi's heart suddenly began to drum, and his breathing became heavier! He knew that there was a saying regarding the Huang Daxian: "A thousand years of black, ten thousand years of white!" Although the ordinary weasel is also referred to as Daxian, it merely possesses some spirituality and human-like qualities, and after a thousand years of cultivation, its fur will turn completely black, at which point it gains supernatural powers and becomes a true immortal! However, the Huang Daxian that has cultivated for ten thousand years is entirely snow-white; at that time, the Huang Daxian must have undergone the thunder tribulation and become a true divine being! He, Wang Daxian, never even dared to dream that such a divine object would appear in this small village!