My girlfriend is a goddess

  After a day of traveling by boat and carriage, I brought my two daughters back to Guangfu City.

  The first time she entered the city, the prosperous metropolis, high-rise buildings, and bustling streets made Jiang Feng's eyes wide with wonder.

  The one room and living room I originally rented was messy like a dog's den, and there were many indecent items that girls shouldn't see, so it was definitely not suitable for them to live in.

  So I had a big hemorrhage and stayed in a hotel room for three days.

  As I pulled out my wallet to pay, I felt like crying but had no tears. This means I'll have to eat instant noodles for another month.

  But Xiaoying stopped me, pulled out a shiny gold credit card from her pocket and handed it to the waiter with a familiar smile: "Boss, swipe the card!"

  "My jaw almost dropped: 'Little... Little Sakura, how did you get a credit card?'"

  Sakura looked at me with disdain: "Isn't this nonsense? How can I say that back in my hometown, I was one of the top beauties and a goddess who could ward off evil spirits. The villagers from all around would come to me for help when they were haunted by evil spirits and didn't care about money. After I helped them resolve their issues and ensured their safety, they would give me big red envelopes as gifts. Later on, I usually wouldn't accept cash and would ask them to transfer the money directly into my bank account."

  "My mouth was half open for a long time: 'That... how much available cash do you have on your card...'"

  "Probably around five or six hundred thousand."

  I almost knelt down and begged her to support me or something.

  It's really a great profession, and the income is also astonishing. If I could be a fortune teller too, that would be wonderful.

  Ate a big meal at the restaurant, eating until I was stuffed and couldn't get up, making up for the meals I hadn't eaten in the past few days, and walked back to the hotel leaning against the wall.

  After a good rinse, we washed away all the dirt on our bodies and entered a state of extreme fatigue, drifting off to sleep.

  The next morning, after breakfast, we discussed how to deal with the Great Evil Spirit.

  Sakura said that in order to thoroughly resolve this matter, the best method would be to directly charge into the demon's lair, which is also Lilia's remains, and destroy it.

  "It's just that my current cultivation is insufficient, and I don't have much confidence in dealing with the great evil spirits, let alone flattening the ghost cave."

  Sakura furrowed her brow and said: "But I still have a way, that is to ask the rice, seek the guidance of the gods in the underworld!"

  As soon as I heard about rice, I shuddered all over.

  When I was a child, I saw my grandfather ask for rice. When he asked for rice, the normally kind and gentle grandfather became gloomy and terrifying, with a ferocious expression, his voice shrill, as if he had become a different person.

  Now Xiaoying also wants to ask Mi, does that mean she will become very scary too?

  But can asking rice really help me?

  "Big bad egg, you may have seen Wumai, but don't know what's going on, what is Wumai all about?"

  Sakura saw my surprised look and giggled.

  I nodded.

  Xiao Ying said that the so-called "asking rice" is to bring the spirits of the underworld to the world through a shaman, and attach them to the shaman, so that they can converse with people in the world. People in the world can inform the spirits of some difficult problems and ask for solutions. When performing this ritual, a bowl of white rice is always placed beside it, so it is called "asking rice". It is also called spirit communication technique.

  "Bring a spirit from the underworld to the world of the living? Sakura, this... is too terrifying, isn't it?"

  I said in surprise.

  "It's nothing serious, just a minor invasion of qi, and your body will be out of sorts for a few days."

  Xiao Ying looked at me, her pretty face suddenly turning red.

  Why did she suddenly blush? I scratched my head, bewildered.

  Time waits for no one. Little Cherry immediately handed me a list of interrogation equipment, asking me to get everything ready as soon as possible. At 12:00 noon sharp, the interrogation would officially begin.

  "Isn't 12 noon the time when yang energy is at its strongest? Can this world summon yin spirits?"

  I asked Sakura in surprise.

  "So we need to set up the altar to resemble a midnight scene, weakening the yang energy as much as possible. Although it's impossible to completely eliminate the yang energy, high-level yin spirits are not afraid of small amounts of yang energy and can be invited to come. Additionally, this has another benefit: if the yin spirit is no longer controlled by the shaman and starts causing trouble, we can immediately destroy the altar and let in the yang energy to drive out the yin spirit..."

  Sakura patiently explained it to me. Perhaps she thought I needed to understand this aspect of things, so she gave a very detailed explanation.

  "A large bundle of black cloth, must be pure black without any impurities; a pack of bamboo incense, must be made from bamboo shavings; two red wax candles; a bowl of rooster blood; a willow wood comb, must be made of willow wood without any other impurities; a bowl of raw rice; seven or eight strands of your hair."

  According to what was said on the list, I then ran outside to start purchasing.

  These things, except for the Sophora japonica comb, are actually easy to buy. Bamboo fragrance and red candles can be found in many small grocery stores; black cloth can be bought at clothing accessories city; rooster blood can be found at vegetable market; my hair is not a problem either.

  It's just that the Sophora japonica comb is hard to come by, I've looked at several grocery stores and couldn't find it. When I went to the supermarket to ask, those sales clerks looked at me strangely: "Sophora japonica combs are for brushing the hair of the dead, what do you want to buy it for?"

  My scalp is tingling.

  Finally, I met an old man in a grocery store who understood this aspect and suggested that I go to the paper shop next to the funeral home to ask.

  I thanked the old man and took a taxi to the Wanshou Funeral Home, where I finally bought it.

  Back at the hotel, it was already past 11 o'clock.

  Sakura had already set up a dojo in one corner of the room, which was actually quite simple: a wooden table, with a mirror on it, and two wooden chairs.

  She saw me coming back and immediately hung up the black cloth to create an independent space, which contained a wooden table and chairs.

  In addition, she also had Jiang Feng's daughter hold another large mirror and guard the window. If anything unexpected happened, she would immediately open the window, place the mirror on the windowsill, reflect the outside sunlight in, shine it on the Taoist altar, and quickly run over to tear off the black cloth.

  Jiang Feng immediately followed without saying a word, but her hands were shaking slightly, obviously due to nervousness.

  To prevent mistakes, Xiaoyan specially made her rehearse twice.

  Then all doors and windows were closed, and the curtains were also pulled up. The room immediately became dim.

  After finishing all these things, it's almost 12 o'clock.

  Sakura then called me to follow her into the black cloth space.

  Then she lit two big red candles and placed them on either side of the mirror.

  The originally dark independent space suddenly turned blood red, making people feel a little creepy.

  Then Xiaoying placed the bowl of uncooked rice in front of the mirror, with a lock of my cut hair underneath it, and lit three incense sticks which she stuck into the rice.

  After finishing all that, Xiaoyan had me sit down in a chair and said to me: "You just sit here, no matter what happens next or what you see, don't move, absolutely don't speak. Otherwise, it will all be for nothing."

  I obediently sat on the chair, motionless.

  Koharu sat down in another chair, facing the mirror.

  Then, Sakura took out a paulownia comb and, facing the mirror, lowered her head and slowly combed her hair.

  The red candlelight made the mirror reflect a bloody red glow. Looking into the mirror, Xiaoying lowered her head, her hair covering her face, making it impossible to see her features, giving off an eerie atmosphere.

  "I invite the great gods of the eight directions of Yin Cao Di Fu, with bridges to cross and roads to walk, quickly come back to attach your soul..."

  Sakura combed her hair while clearing her throat and began to speak in a low, gloomy voice.

  About half a minute later, Sakura's whole body suddenly shook violently for a moment, and then she stiffened and didn't move at all.

  After more than ten seconds, Xiaoying slowly lifted her head up.

  In the mirror, Xiaoying's entire face had turned gloomy and pale, with a hint of grey, her mouth corners curled up, and her eyebrows were raised high, she didn't look like herself anymore, as if she had become a different person.

  Then I saw those two candles suddenly shaking a little, as if there was a breeze. But in fact, there was not even a hint of wind in this isolated space.