Chapter 81: Eliminating the Chicken Demon

"I have two pieces of news here, one good news, one bad news," Xu Jia said with a smile.

"Ah? Great Immortal, you have news too? Tell me about it?"

"The good news is, I will give you a liter of millet."

"And the bad news?"

"You are wrapped inside the millet and made into millet-scented roasted sparrow."

The war hawk was so frightened it flew up: "Great Immortal, you are scaring me, right?"

"If you keep playing coy with me, it won't just be a scare."

The war hawk felt aggrieved and said repeatedly: "I was wrong, I'll say it right away! The good news is, I heard news that the City God is coming to find you! It must be because you, Great Immortal, have real ability!"

Xu Jia:? This is good news? "What about the bad news?"

"A Saintess from the Longevity Sect has come looking for you. She also speaks bird language and has dispatched many birds to scout for information. Those birds are all birds under Ghost Possession... they are not ordinary!"

Xu Jia: "Both of these pieces of news are bad news. Your millet is gone."

"Aha?" The Sparrow Spirit was dumbfounded: "Ever since I started following the Great Immortal, I haven't rested for a single moment! How can you do this!"

But it didn't dare to say it out loud; sparrows have small brain capacities and remember the food but not the beating.

However, it is said they have a lot of backbone; if caught by someone, they are determined not to be kept alive and will starve themselves to death.

This Sparrow Spirit rolled its eyes and came up with an idea: "It seems I need to learn how to speak, otherwise even if I have merit, it will turn into thankless toil."

Xu Jia didn't really have any issues with being questioned by the City God; at worst, he would just tell the truth.

However, the deities who have been able to become City Gods throughout history were all officials who were very fair in the hearts of the common people and loved and protected the people, which is why they were elected as gods. If, by any chance, one became too impartial after becoming a City God, that would be a big problem.

However, Xu Jia had previously sent Liu Wenpo to file a complaint in the underworld to have the City God resolve the Evil Sect matter, but later, even after he had dispatched troops from the Feng Du Dao Shan Di Yu, he didn't see any movement from the City God. Instead, it was the little fatty Niu Congcong who successfully reported to the authorities and got County Commandant Chen to mobilize, only to hear later that he had been scolded... and the people who were arrested were all released.

Xu Jia felt a bit of confidence in his heart.

As for the Longevity Sect Saintess... Xu Jia calculated for a while and found that she actually didn't have much Cause and Effect with him, yet in the dark, there were still a thousand threads of connection...

"I should go do one or two good deeds first to boost my prestige!" Xu Jia pondered.

It seems it's time to clear the "Qingfeng Pavilion Chicken Demon dungeon," so that when the City God comes, he can at least show an attitude, right?

Xu Jia immediately used his intent to inform Hu Jinhua of this decision through the Fox Immortal Hall genealogy and had Hu Jinhua pass the word to Niu Congcong.

"Reverse-Feather Chicken... in the natural world, foxes don't really suppress chickens; foxes suppress rabbits, or mice... what suppresses chickens are weasels. Are there any weasel spirits locally? Should I recruit a nest of Yellow Immortals before going to clear the Qingfeng Pavilion chicken demon?"

Over there, Hu Jinhua received the news and immediately shrieked: "Children, get ready, we are going to Qingfeng Pavilion to catch chickens to eat!"

The foxes immediately drooled, but there was still some fear in their eyes. Quetui Hu, Hu Butang, said again: "Ah? But I'm scared! That chicken demon can fly, its claws are sharp, and its beak is pointed; one peck and it makes a hole!"

"Scared of a chicken's feather!" Even though Hu Jinhua had recently increased her wisdom and cultivation, she couldn't help but kick his bad leg: "Master Xu is here, what are you afraid of?" Immediately, Hu Jinhua sent a dream to Niu Congcong to have him prepare.

Niu Congcong was said to be grounded by Niu Dafu in Niu Fu, but in reality, he was avoiding the heavy responsibility of educating the little foxes while secretly attending a cram school, having hired a teacher to study culture.

It made Niu Dafu feel like Niu Congcong had suddenly become enlightened.

In fact, the medicinal herbs Niu Dafu had brought in this time had already been secretly moved away by Niu Congcong in batches. Among them were the wild Solomon's seal and Poria that Xu Jia wanted, and most importantly, a fifty- or sixty-year-old mountain ginseng. Niu Congcong figured the one Xu Jia had eaten before must be gone, so he hid this one directly.

Niu Dafu didn't think about "an inside thief being hard to guard against," and besides, Niu Congcong had even brought out the "medicinal wine recipe" Xu Jia had given him.

Although Niu Dafu thought this silly son was messing around, he had wholesaled enough herbs that even if he couldn't write a prescription, he could read one. He couldn't see anything wrong with this wine; they were all things to nourish blood and benefit Qi. The only thing was that Achyranthes bidentata shouldn't be used too much, but the amount in the recipe wasn't high. The rest were Schisandra, Psoralea, prepared Solomon's seal, Epimedium, and the like... all herbs commonly used in virility-boosting wine.

Medicinal wine needs at least a month to soak, and to get real results, it takes three months. But Niu Dafu had traveled north and south and knew that it had to go through at least one "cycle of the four seasons" to fully allow the medicinal properties to disperse. This is a relatively mysterious process; in short, this wine cannot be rushed by simple soaking.

This day, Niu Congcong was still making masks. Last time he only made the "Fang Xiang Shi" mask; this time he was going to make a "Fox Immortal mask" and a "Luejue Shen mask." For this, he specifically got a set of carpenter's tools and would tinker with them when he was free.

They were all very ugly, but they could still make people grasp their divine intent and know it was a fox or a Mountain God.

This time, when Hu Jinhua sent the dream, she manifested directly on the mask. The Fox Immortal mask's mouth opened and closed, and it began to speak: "Junior Brother Hui Zhuo, Master Xu is going to deal with the Qingfeng Pavilion chicken demon, so he specifically told me to come and inform you."

Niu Congcong was startled at first, then realized it was Hu Jinhua, and became pleasantly surprised and somewhat proud: "Fox Immortal, Fox Immortal, I understand, I will find an opportunity to go out later!"

The mask then became quiet.

This scene happened to be seen by Niu Mu, but what she saw was Niu Congcong talking to a weird monster mask. She couldn't see the Dharma Realm, and she was already scared out of her wits.

She hurriedly found Niu Dafu: "Dafu! I'll fight you to the death! Look at what you've turned our son into by grounding him; he's developed Madness! He's not cut out for studying, why are you forcing him?"

Niu Dafu:? What happened to me? What's going on?

But he was already being pinched on the soft flesh of his waist.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

Dafu begged for mercy: "What is it with you again?"

"Your son has gone mad."

"Hmm?" Niu Dafu said: "Impossible. When I came back this time, I found he had made great progress; he is clearly sensible and has grown up. A doting mother spoils her son; don't interfere with how I discipline him!"

As a result, the flesh was twisted a full circle, and he jumped up in pain: "I'll go take a look!"

Niu Congcong had already called Sha Er Zhu over. Sha Er Zhu had a good father, and after becoming a tree spirit, he came to rely on Xu Jia, so he was put on the genealogy and became one of the "Tree Immortals," one of the four pillars, and he followed Congcong to learn the art of spirit-channeling.

It's just that he was even more dull than his young master. Even though his father often entered his dreams to teach him, by the time he woke up, he had forgotten ninety-eight percent of it, and he wasn't very enlightened.

(End of chapter)