Shi Jian, having put on his clothes, also wandered around the village.
Coincidentally, he heard a familiar name from the surrounding villagers.
"A descendant of the Heavenly Dao Sect, Daoist Master Lei's temple has opened. I heard this person is extremely accurate in fortune-telling and can divine good or bad fortune."
"I've also heard of this person. I was just about to go find Daoist Master Lei to see if I'll have any romantic luck soon."
Several villagers reached a consensus and headed towards Lei Gang's temple together.
"Lei Gang, a descendant of the Heavenly Dao Sect?"
Shi Jian was very shocked to hear that Lei Gang was a descendant of the Heavenly Dao Sect.
If he hadn't met Mao Xiaofang and taken him as a disciple, the descendant of the Heavenly Dao Sect would have been Mao Xiaofang, not Lei Gang.
If this world hadn't changed much, Lei Gang would have practiced the flying head drop from the Southern Ocean Sorcerers.
However, now that Lei Gang was a descendant of the Heavenly Dao Sect, things should have changed, and he wouldn't have dabbled in Southern Ocean sorcery.
"I'll go take a look too. Perhaps I'll even encounter Yang Feiyun."
Shi Jian followed closely behind the villagers and arrived at a place called Lei Guang Daoist Temple.
"Lei Guang Daoist Temple. A fine name."
"But the Heavenly Dao Sect's reputation is not well-known. They don't possess any scriptures on thunder techniques and only excel in the arts of the five elements. It's a bit of an insult to the name 'Lei Guang'."
Standing outside Lei Guang Daoist Temple, Shi Jian scoffed inwardly and walked into the temple.
At the same time, Mao Xiaofang had also learned that a Daoist temple had opened today and intended to join in the excitement.
Perhaps he could find some clues about the Zombie King Xuan Kui.
Thus, the master and disciple arrived at Lei Guang Daoist Temple.
Inside the temple, a man in his late twenties sat in the center, divining good or bad fortune for the villagers.
"He carries himself with an aura of righteousness. He doesn't seem like someone who has practiced Southern Ocean sorcery."
"He's most likely the descendant of the Heavenly Dao Sect and hasn't practiced Southern Ocean sorcery."
Standing beside the temple, Shi Jian looked at Lei Gang and could tell at a glance that the man hadn't practiced sorcery.
As one of the ten evil arts of the South Ocean, practitioners could not possess such an aura of righteousness.
Otherwise, it would clash with the sorcery and lead to qi deviation during cultivation.
"Father, so many people have come on the opening day of the temple!"
A woman emerged from behind Lei Guang Daoist Temple and approached Lei Gang.
"Lei Xiu, you've come at the right time. I'm overwhelmed here, so you should help with the readings."
Lei Xiu sat down beside him and helped Lei Gang divine the villagers' fortunes.
"Lei Xiu is so young. She looks about twelve or thirteen years old."
Seeing Lei Xiu's appearance nearby, Shi Jian felt that Zhong Bang, the Five-Generation Mystic Person, wouldn't be much older, likely around eleven or twelve.
The so-called Five-Generation Mystic Person refers to someone with a peculiar birth chart and a destiny spanning five generations.
The first generation belongs to Metal, the second to Wood, the third to Water, the fourth to Fire, and the fifth to Earth.
Furthermore, each generation must be born in a Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, and Yin hour.
This is a rare Five-Generation Mystic Person, exceptionally suited for learning Daoist techniques.
"What a shame. I already have three disciples and have no intention of taking a fourth. I can let Xiaofang take him."
With his calculations in mind, Shi Jian prepared to leave Zhong Bang, the Five-Generation Mystic Person, for Mao Xiaofang to take as a disciple.
In this way, the talents of the third-generation descendants of the Mao Shan Shangqing Sect would all be superior.
Moreover, each generation would be stronger than the last, so there was no need to worry about the decline of the Shangqing Sect.
"That's right. To become a Five-Generation Mystic Person, the Forgetfulness Grass is essential."
The thought of needing Forgetfulness Grass to become a Five-Generation Mystic Person immediately gave Shi Jian a headache.
"As a descendant of the Heavenly Dao Sect, Lei Gang is likely to have the Forgetfulness Grass. I need to find a way to get it from him."
Shi Jian wandered around the temple, contemplating how to obtain the Forgetfulness Grass.
With Lei Xiu's assistance, the once crowded Lei Guang Daoist Temple quickly saw most of its visitors leave.
A few minutes later, the Lei Guang Daoist Temple was empty, with only Shi Jian and Mao Xiaofang remaining.
"Gentlemen, you are still here in the temple. Is there anything else?"
Lei Gang, seeing the master and disciple, walked over and inquired.
"Nothing much. This humble Taoist priest is here in pursuit of the Zombie King Xuan Kui."
"I happened to hear that Daoist brother had opened a temple, so I came to take a look."
Mao Xiaofang stated his intentions, hoping to glean some useful information from Lei Gang.
"Daoist brother, have you found that zombie king yet?"
Mao Xiaofang beside him answered the question in two words, "No!"
Upon hearing "Zombie King," Lei Gang pondered for a moment, as if recalling something.
"By the way, the village will be holding a ritual to worship an evil god in a few days."
"Daoist brother, you can go there and take a look. Perhaps the evil god is the Zombie King you mentioned."
After mentioning the villagers' worship of the evil god, Lei Gang turned to Shi Jian.
"Daoist brother, who are you?"
As Shi Jian wore a black and white Daoist robe, Lei Gang, a descendant of the Heavenly Dao Sect, could immediately tell that his identity was not ordinary.
Among the many sects, very few could wear black and white Daoist robes.
"This humble Taoist priest is a descendant of the Mao Shan Shangqing Sect, Shi Jian!"
Upon hearing that he was a descendant of the Mao Shan Shangqing Sect, Lei Gang froze in place.
In less than a day of opening his temple, two fellow cultivators had arrived.
One of them was a descendant of the Shangqing Sect, with a formidable background.
"Daoist brother, have you encountered any trouble that you need this humble priest's help with?"
"Nothing. I have come to Gantian Town to capture the Zombie King Xuan Kui with my disciple."
Lei Gang glanced at Shi Jian, then at Mao Xiaofang, and immediately understood that the two in front of him were master and disciple.
"I see. Do you two require my assistance?"
"No need. The Zombie King Xuan Kui is at the Flying Zombie realm and is extremely powerful."
Shi Jian was reluctant to involve them.
Lei Gang seemed to have only recently broken through to the Earth Master realm, and his strength was far inferior to Mao Xiaofang's.
If they were to encounter the Zombie King Xuan Kui, they wouldn't even be able to protect themselves.
"A Flying Zombie!"
Upon hearing the Zombie King Xuan Kui's realm, Lei Gang decided not to get involved.
He had only just broken through to the Earth Master realm. Going to fight a Flying Zombie would be like a lamb entering a tiger's mouth, no different from seeking death.
"Daoist friends, my disciple and I need to pursue the Zombie King Xuan Kui. We will not disturb your rest any longer. Compassion."
Shi Jian and his disciple, inside the Lei Guang Daoist Temple, bid farewell to Lei Gang and Lei Xiu and left the temple.
Subsequently, Mao Xiaofang inquired about the evil god in the surrounding area.
After some questioning, it was basically confirmed that the evil god was a zombie.
However, it couldn't be 100% confirmed if it was the Zombie King Xuan Kui. They would have to wait for the villagers to worship the evil god to investigate further.