After circulating the cultivation technique for a week, Zhang Yuan quietly waited for the sunrise at the top of the mountain.
This was Sanmiao Village, and it had been five years since he came here.
Zhang Yuan was originally an ordinary person in the 21st century. He had traveled to the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China by chance.
Originally, Zhang Yuan thought that he could be like the transmigrators in the book, using his own advanced ideas to reach the peak of life. Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished.
Zhang Yuan realized that it was far more difficult to survive here than in the 21st century. No knowledge or concept could be applied to reality.
He still believed that as a transmigrator, he would not grow old in an ordinary manner.
Zhang Yuan must have his own mission waiting to be completed.
As expected, he had awakened the system in his mind two years ago.
Zhang Yuan thought that this was the turning point of his life, but things were far from that simple.
Zhang Yuan didn't know how to use it! In the past two years, Zhang Yuan had repeatedly studied this system, but unfortunately, there was no progress at all.
He skillfully opened the system interface.
"Please do me a favor. If you don't tell me how to use it, I'll be old!”
The cold system did not give him any response, only a string of data.
Owner: Zhang Yuan
[Cultivation Technique: Heavenly Sun Technique (Uninitiated)]
[Constitution: Unawakened]
[Divine Power: None]
[Taoist Technique: None]
Zhang Yuan had read this string of data almost 800 times, but there was no change at all.
Zhang Yuan's understanding of the system was limited to its name: Invincible Merit System.
Based on the name, it should be accumulating merit.
However, Zhang Yuan knew nothing about how to accumulate merit.
Zhang Yuan thought that it was nothing more than doing good deeds.
He had been exorcising ghosts and evil spirits for the past two years, but the merit system had not changed at all.
Zhang Yuan sighed silently.
Speaking of exorcism, Zhang Yuan was currently a Taoist priest.
Three years ago, Zhang Yuan met a Taoist priest named Lin Ziliang. Lin Ziliang said that he was the 38th generation successor of Mao Mountain.
Zhang Yuan was also skeptical of him. He did not take this matter to heart.
Not long after, Lin Ziliang died. Before he died, he taught Zhang Yuan many of his tricks.
As a new human being of the 21st century, Zhang Yuan naturally did not believe in ghosts, so he did not plan to become a Taoist priest.
However, after Lin Ziliang's death, Zhang Yuan would dream of him every day.
Moreover, his daily dream was a theme for Zhang Yuan to work hard as a Taoist priest and exorcise ghosts.
Zhang Yuan really couldn't stand the disturbance and could only passively become a Taoist priest.
It didn't take long for the system to awaken.
Zhang Yuan felt that merit was something that could not be seen or touched. It was the same principle for Taoist priests to exorcise ghosts. It would be good if he could accumulate merit by being a Taoist priest.
Thus, Zhang Yuan embarked on the path of a Taoist priest.
He woke up early every day to practice diligently, hoping that he could activate the system.
Two years had passed, but it was useless.
"I've helped many people exorcise ghosts, so I didn't accumulate any merit points. I told you to believe in science. There are no ghosts or gods."
Zhang Yuan was too lazy to think about the unknown. Forging was the ability to make a living.
Zhang Yuan's blacksmithing skills were equivalent to a son inheriting his father's skills. The person who adopted him was a blacksmith. He could be considered half a father.
After the blacksmith died, he left the blacksmith shop and relied on this skill to make a living.
Zhang Yuan had just put on his apron and was ready to work.
The village chief came, followed by a guy who looked like a fat fish.
"Zhang Yuan, this person has something to ask of you.”
Zhang Yuan raised his eyebrows and signaled Fatty to continue.
Fatty looked at Zhang Yuan and was stunned.
The main reason was that Zhang Yuan looked too young and had some fame. Fatty was surprised.
"Dao Lord Zhang, I'm from Tupo Town. My house is haunted and someone died. Can you help me?"
Fatty sincerely begged Zhang Yuan.
Zhang Yuan hurriedly waved his hand." I'm not a Dao Lord. Just call me Daoist Zhang."”
The cultivation of Daoist priests was also divided into levels. Warlocks, Celestial Masters, and Dao Lords.
Zhang Yuan himself was an uninitiated warlock, and his cultivation years and strength were the lowest.
He didn't dare to exaggerate, so he agreed.
After cultivating for a long time, Zhang Yuan was afraid of retribution.
Although he didn't accumulate much merit, Zhang Yuan was more afraid of retribution.
Zhang Yuan put down his blacksmith work and began to pack his Taoist luggage.
"What's the exact situation? Tell me about it first." Zhang Yuan asked as he packed up.
Fatty was in a good mood when he saw that Zhang Yuan had agreed to leave.
"My name is Zhu Hongli, nicknamed Zhu Dachang.”
Large intestine? Pig intestines?
Zhang Yuan looked at his face and almost vomited. Grease! Grease!
But this name sounded a little familiar.
"Are you surprised? Is there someone with the same name as me?”Zhu Dachang was also stunned when he saw Zhang Yuan's surprised expression.
It didn't matter. He remembered it when he should.
"Maybe. Go on and tell me why it's haunted." Zhang Yuan was more concerned about the proper matters.
Speaking of ghosts, Zhu Dachang's expression became serious and serious as he began to talk carefully.
"It started because the man surnamed Tong died…"
There was always a dead person in a haunted house.
It turned out that before this Tong was buried, his wife Wang had already had an affair with a man and even brought him home.
There was no such thing as an impenetrable wall. In less than a few days, the entire town knew that Wang had cheated on someone. Tong was considered to have been cuckolded.
The people in the town couldn't stand it anymore and accused the Wang family of not abiding by their womanly principles, but they just ignored it and did what they wanted.
It was not good for others to ask about other people's matters.
On the seventh day of Tong's death, Wang and the man she had stolen died in front of her husband's grave.
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