Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 526: Chapter 342: Entering the Ghost Market_2

The ground of the square was paved with jade white stone slabs, each three feet square, intricately embedded with countless mysterious red runes, strikingly clear.

At this point, the square was crowded, filled with masses of commoners who had come to listen to the sermon.

In the center of the square, a black jade platform stood tall, upon which an emaciated, purple-robed, white-haired elderly Daoist sat. The Daoist held a dragon head wooden stick, preaching to the people below.

“The heavens have twin suns as the gods of yang, the earth has lakes and seas where dragon gods reside, within the Canglang River dwells the old Dragon King, who commands clouds to bring rain for all beings…”

“You common folks, have endured drought for three years due to not heeding the will of the heavens, and must now offer sincerity from all directions…”

“Come, come! Everyone hurry and offer a token of sincerity, and the mage will pray for rain on behalf of all beings,” urged a green-robed Daoist, carrying a wooden plate and quietly coaxing the crowd for money.

Seeing this, many devout believers voluntarily took out silver coins and threw them into the wooden plate, which quickly filled with gold, silver, and copper coins.

Da Bai gritted his teeth and his eyes glowed red as he looked from afar at the purple-robed elder on the platform, appearing eager to act.

Just then, a tall figure suddenly appeared before him, and a hand swiftly grabbed the rat’s fur at the back of its neck, lifting it off the ground.

Startled, Da Bai’s white fur bristled, and tiny flashes of white light gathered at the tips of his fur, ready to launch the Rat Hair Needles.

“Da Bai, you’ve been naughty, running off here secretly. What, don’t feel like eating incense and prefer eating people today?”

The man speaking had a plain face and wasn’t very tall. He wore a gray robe and black boots on his feet.