Deputy Director Yang and Liu Yuzhu saw the middle-aged man sitting on the ground, frightened. They both approached and helped him up.

"Do you know the old man living downstairs in your building?" Liu Yuzhu continued to ask the middle-aged man.

"Of course, I know. That old man is named Zhang, Zhang Dekui. We usually call him Old Zhang or Uncle Zhang. He's a nice person, warm-hearted, always willing to help and make others happy."

"Why would such a person contemplate suicide?" Deputy Director Yang muttered in confusion after hearing the middle-aged man's explanation.

"Old Zhang has had a tough life. His son died in a major traffic accident ten years ago. Not long after, his daughter-in-law remarried, taking their granddaughter with her. They kept in touch for a couple of years, but eventually, the contact faded. Old Zhang and his wife couldn't bear the loss and often cried when reminiscing about their granddaughter. His wife retired three years ago, and Old Zhang retired last year. They planned to enjoy their retirement, and travel a bit, but fate had other plans. Within a week of Old Zhang's retirement, his wife suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. She was saved after half a month in the ICU but remained in a vegetative state. She passed away half a month ago. After his wife's death, Old Zhang's nephews and nieces suddenly appeared, claiming they wanted to take him in to care for him. In reality, they were eyeing Old Zhang's house and property. Old Zhang refused to leave, spending his days at home. About a week ago, he handed me a will, stating that all his money and the house would go to his granddaughter after his death. We never expected Old Zhang would resort to suicide," the middle-aged man explained helplessly.

Listening to the story, I couldn't help but feel sorry for Old Zhang.

"Deputy Director Yang, how did the police station discover the deaths on the second and third floors?" Liu Yuzhu asked Deputy Director Yang.

"I can't explain it well. You better ask this old brother here," Deputy Director Yang gestured towards Chen Yuanshan.

"Liu Deputy Chief, let's discuss this downstairs," Chen Yuanshan said to Liu Yuzhu and walked downstairs.

On the second floor, we involuntarily held our breath, avoiding the unpleasant smell of the corpse.

Exiting the building, we saw more people gathering downstairs, most of whom knew about the deaths because the funeral car had arrived at the scene.

After a short while, Old Zhang's body was lifted into a red paper coffin and placed in the funeral car.

Chen Yuanshan found a less crowded spot and explained to Liu Yuzhu what happened last night, with Deputy Director Yang occasionally interjecting to confirm the facts.

"Liu Deputy Chief, it may sound unbelievable, but it's true," Chen Yuanshan explained, and Deputy Director Yang echoed his words.

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"I believe what Master Chen said. I've had contact with his junior brother and seen ghosts before," Liu Yuzhu nodded at Chen Yuanshan.

"It's evident that the killer of the girl may be the man who lived with her," Deputy Director Yang analyzed.

"Master Chen, in previous cases like this, I would ask your junior brother to help communicate with the soul of the deceased to find out who the real killer is. Since you're here this time, I hope you can do me this favor," Liu Yuzhu earnestly requested Chen Yuanshan.

"Sure, but we'll have to wait until tonight," Chen Yuanshan replied, glancing at the third floor.

"Thank you, thank you," Liu Yuzhu expressed gratitude twice to Chen Yuanshan.

"Oh, Deputy Chief Liu, about the favor I asked you last time, have you investigated it?" Chen Yuanshan glanced at me and asked Liu Yuzhu.

"We've investigated it. That Chen Feng is indeed a drug dealer. We have gathered some evidence and devised a plan for his arrest, but the timing isn't right yet," Liu Yuzhu replied cautiously.

"Alright, I understand. I can't help you much by staying here now. I'll come back to the community to find you at 7 p.m. tonight," Chen Yuanshan said.

"Sure, thank you, Master Chen," Liu Yuzhu thanked Chen Yuanshan and warmly escorted the three of us to the community gate.

Back at Daozun Hall, it was a little after 10 a.m. Chen Yuanshan sat on the sofa and began to boil water for tea.

"By the way, Master Chen, you still haven't answered the question I asked you last night," I sat beside Chen Yuanshan and asked again.

"This question, let Xu Yan answer it," Chen Yuanshan passed the question to Xu Yan.

"What question?" Xu Yan asked me after hearing Chen Yuanshan's words.

"Why can both of you see ghosts without opening spiritual eyes, while I need to open spiritual eyes to see them? How do you do it?" I asked Xu Yan.

"Both Master's junior brother and I are cultivators. We can cultivate spiritual eyes using our Daoist powers combined with the incantation to open spiritual eyes. There's no need for any medium; we can open and close our spiritual eyes at will. For ordinary people like you, opening spiritual eyes requires a medium, such as willow leaves combined with a ghost-eye technique incantation, allowing you to temporarily open your spiritual eyes for two to three hours. Another method is using the tears of a dying old yellow cow; dripping them into your eyes can open your spiritual eyes for 12 to 24 hours. There's also a way to permanently open spiritual eyes: extracting the eyes of a crow, rinsing them with boiling water, and swallowing them. This method cannot be undone. Apart from these, some people are born with spiritual eyes and can see ghosts from the moment they are born. However, it can be scary for children born with spiritual eyes. If a child sees ghosts frequently, it may lead to shock, loss, or damage to the soul, turning the child into a mentally disabled person. The only solution is to seal the child's spiritual eyes and prevent them from seeing ghosts," Xu Yan explained in detail.

"Even if you seal a child's naturally born spiritual eyes, they will reopen when they reach sixteen," Chen Yuanshan added.

"Seeing ghosts every day must be terrifying," I mumbled after hearing Xu Yan and Chen Yuanshan's explanations.

"If you have contact with ghosts for an extended period, you'll realize they're not as frightening as you imagine. I believe the scariest thing in this world is the human heart. Society is constantly changing, and so are people. More and more people learn to perform, wearing masks and speaking insincere words. Smiles in front, stabs in the back. There's a lot of exchange based on interests between people. The advice I can give you is to test anything but not people's hearts," Chen Yuanshan said with a smile.

Listening to Chen Yuanshan's words, I didn't quite understand the meaning.

At this point, I wanted to ask Chen Yuanshan when he could accept me as his disciple and teach me Daoist techniques. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words stuck in my throat. I thought it would be better