Chapter 113: The Emperor Suppresses the Demon King

The mountain flowers have fallen, and the plants and trees have withered and flourished in turn.

Mount Yishan has turned from pink to green, and then from green to a riot of colors.

Lin Jue sits cross-legged on a cattail hassock in the room, while the fox sits hunched at the doorway, diligently licking its fur. The sun is just rising, and the sunlight slants in through the door, hitting his body without feeling hot, only stretching the fox's shadow into the room.

Lin Jue lowers his head to stare at this shadow, holding his breath and focusing his mind. Following the secrets of the Shooting Archer Art described in the book, he circulates his magical power and slowly reaches his hand down.

He turns his head to glance at the fox at the door.

His finger suddenly taps the top of the shadow's head.

"Ying-en?"

The fox, which was just licking its fur, immediately lifts its head and looks toward the top of its own head, but only sees the door frame, and cannot help but feel strange.

Turning its head to look, Lin Jue is sitting in the middle of the room, not close to it, so it lifts its head again to look at the top of its head.

Although puzzled, it does not think much of it.

It withdraws its gaze and continues licking its fur.

The shadow is also swaying slightly.

Lin Jue flicks his finger toward the ground.

"Tock!"

"Ying-yi?"

The fox lifts its head again and turns to look at him.

Lin Jue also looks at it with a puzzled expression.

Then he sees it turn its head again, looking to the left, then immediately turning its head to the right, then lifting its head to look, very nimbly lifting one paw to touch the top of its own head, not understanding what has happened.

"Tock!"

Another soft sound.

The fox jumps up at once.

It circles around looking everywhere, then goes to touch the air on the door, its eyes flashing, its aura aggressive, determined to find out exactly what is playing tricks.

Unable to find anything, it has no choice but to look at Lin Jue.

Lin Jue sits cross-legged on the cattail hassock, also frowning as he looks at it.

Man and fox stare at each other, both very puzzled.

The fox finally withdraws its gaze, sits down again, tentatively turns its head, and licks the fur on its chest, but this is merely a feint—

Before it even licks it, it suddenly lifts its head to look at the sky!

Seeing nothing, it lowers its head to actually lick its fur, but after just two licks, it lifts its head to look up again!

Lin Jue watches it silently and continues to reach out.

This time, he does not tap.

Instead, he gently scratches the shadow.

"Swish..."

The fox shakes its head.

Lin Jue scratches again.

The fox feels an itch and shakes its head again.

Looking left and right, truly unable to find the cause, perhaps feeling that this place is inauspicious, it simply stands up and leaves this place with small, hurried steps.

Just as Lin Jue is smiling, feeling it was fun, he hears a noisy sound coming from outside.

Lin Jue cannot help but poke his head out.

Of course, he cannot see anything, but he hears many voices, the voices somewhat urgent, carrying pleas, some even carrying a hint of sobbing.

"There are yaoguai..."

"A haunting..."

"They are harming people..."

"We are also..."

It seems it is not just the same group of people.

The wind blows fallen leaves from the mountain inside.

Lin Jue reaches out to catch one casually.

It is already a yellow leaf.

The Daoist twists the yellow leaf, listening while looking.

At first, these voices were accompanied by the voice of the junior sister; the young girl's tone was truly easy to distinguish among them, and later it was accompanied by the voice of the senior brother, and even the voice of the master.

Lin Jue finally cannot sit still and stands up immediately.

Walking to the outer courtyard, he sees a large crowd of people gathered at the entrance of the Lord Tianweng Hall, all of them villagers, village elders, and constables, all very anxious, talking over each other, requesting the Daoists of Fuchi Temple to go down the mountain to eliminate the yaoguai.

The junior sister, senior brother, and master are all standing to the side.

It is estimated that they all came up the mountain to beg today, met on the road, and thus came together.

The mountain road is difficult to find and walk; naturally, they traveled together on the way here, but after arriving here, who can invite the Daoist to go down the mountain? To whose place will the Daoist go? Whose place first? This made them anxious.

At first, it must have been the junior sister who came to welcome them, then the crowd was too large and the voices too noisy, so the senior brother and master were attracted over.

Lin Jue's expression also becomes solemn.

Although people from down the mountain occasionally begged to come up the mountain in the past, after all, the world is becoming more and more chaotic now, and Fuchi Temple is no longer as reclusive as it was in the peaceful and prosperous age before, but for so many places and so many different people to beg to come up the mountain at the same time because of yaoguai and ghosts, there is naturally only one reason—

Emperor Yu Jian has deployed troops against that Demon King in this area.

In this Huizhou region, in some place that might be far or near, the celestial soldiers and divine generals have mostly already started a war with the Demon King.

This place is not close to where the Demon King is; it should be that these yaoguai could not arrive in time to help, or their skills were low, and they would just be dust under the blades of the celestial soldiers and divine generals, so they wreaked havoc on the people locally, forcing the divine beings to be distracted.

Seeing these villagers, village elders, merchants, and constables all impatient, each saying a word and arguing to be the first, while the junior sister, senior brother, and master have already shown looks of helplessness, and the junior sister keeps casting glances at him after seeing him, Lin Jue has no choice but to sigh and turn back.

When he comes out again, he has already brought paper, a brush, and a wooden board.

"Everyone, do not be anxious or panicked. Although our Daoist temple is small, there is more than one person. Besides, there are other reclusive Daoist temples in the deep mountains, so there is no need to worry." Lin Jue says, holding the paper and brush. "Everyone come one by one, write down where you are from and what happened, so we can allocate manpower accordingly and go one by one."

Upon hearing this, everyone stops.

The paper Lin Jue brought is not just one sheet, and the brush is not just one; among the crowd, those who know how to write take it and write it themselves, and for those who do not know how to write, Lin Jue, the junior sister, and the senior brother listen to them and write it down.

There are actually more than ten places.

This is just the first day they came to find them; if the reputation of Fuchi Temple spreads far, perhaps there are still people on the road.

"Everyone, please wait a moment. If you are anxious, you can calm your heart and worship Lord Tianweng."

Worshipping Lord Tianweng is mostly useless; it is said that there are hundreds of thousands of celestial soldiers and generals in the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm. If Lord Tianweng is willing, managing the yaoguai and demons of the whole world is strenuous, but suppressing the area of a province or prefecture can still be done simply. Lin Jue is just finding something for them to do, letting them be at ease for a moment, fearing they might get sick from anxiety.

Several Daoists soon arrive at the inner courtyard, in the Mountain-Moving Hall.

All the senior brothers are also called out.

After knowing the situation, everyone's eyes look at the paper in Lin Jue's hand.

Lin Jue does not hesitate at all:

"I don't know how accurate what is written on this is, but it is best to allocate according to expertise. My suggestion is for the fifth senior brother to stay in the mountain; if we are accidentally injured, there is still a senior brother who can treat us when we return, which can be considered a place to save our lives and be at ease. The rest of us will each choose what is suitable and what we are good at, and go down the mountain to eliminate them."

"Makes sense!"

"Junior brother, read it!"

"The first sheet of paper says that in Yunwuping, Yixian County, there is a ghost as big as a house, covered in black smoke, devouring living people, and it can roll on the road and in the mountains."

"Covered in black smoke, mostly evil, a ghost as big as a house, its Daoist cultivation is definitely not low." The senior brother speaks up, "The second junior brother's fire technique is best for dealing with it."

"Then leave it to me!"

The second senior brother says, not dawdling, takes this sheet of paper, and instructs them: "My medicinal pills are all on the shelves in the Alchemy Pavilion; you all know which medicinal pills are in which colored bottles. If you need them, just go and take them; if you don't need them, take some to save your life and escape."

After finishing, he turns and walks out.

Faintly, he is heard asking outside who is from Yunwuping; someone responds, and the Daoist goes down the mountain.

"This sheet of paper says that in Xia Village, Yixian County, rats have become a river, gone mad, pigs, dogs, cows, and sheep have all been submerged and eaten, and people who couldn't run away have also been eaten."

"Cough, cough, leave this to the seventh one." Daoist Yunhe says, coughing, "The seventh one, go and invite the friends from Scissor Peak to help; they are suitable for dealing with these things. It just so happens that you also have a good relationship with them."

"Okay!"

The seventh senior brother takes the paper and walks out.

He is heard asking outside again who is in Xia Village.

"There are also water ghosts causing trouble in Mingzhu Village, but it looks like it's not as fierce as the place the second senior brother went to..."

"I'll go!"

The sixth senior brother takes this sheet of paper.

The sixth senior brother mainly practices Fu-Ji, but he has also learned wind-calling, fire techniques, and two types of incantations; sweeping away some evil ghosts is not a problem.

In places where yaoguai and ghosts are exceptionally rampant, the senior brother, who has been in the mountain the longest and has the deepest cultivation, takes them on.

In places where yaoguai gather in groups, rush into the city, walk through streets and alleys, enter houses to eat people, and even constables cannot handle them, the third senior brother, who has always believed that his ability to deal with yaoguai and people is the best among the brothers, even above the senior brother and second senior brother, also decisively takes his sword and wine gourd, takes the paper, and goes out.

In places where mountain villages have mountain monsters and wild beasts running rampant, it is handed over to the fourth senior brother.

Several senior brothers have all received their assignments.

Lin Jue turns his head to look at the junior sister standing beside him with eager eyes, then looks at the remaining paper and finds one.

"In Pear Village, Dangshan, there are foxes causing trouble, many fox groups, demanding young boys and girls, killing people and setting fires." Lin Jue lowers his head to look at his feet; sure enough, Fuyao is sitting at his feet licking its paws, very calm, "They are your own kind..."

He then makes a decision and goes there himself.

"Qingyao's experience in the world is not deep, it is not suitable for her to act alone, so she will go with you." The master takes the remaining paper, "Pear Village is somewhat far from here, it seems to be the farthest, and it is also closer to the Demon King's dojo. If there are any changes, I fear no one will be able to arrive in time to help. You take the token of the Mountain God."

"What about the rest..."

"I will ask a friend to send them to Xianyuan Temple at high speed."

"That would be good." Lin Jue says solemnly, "Master, with your current body, you must not go down the mountain."

"Hehehe, I know."

Lin Jue looks at the fifth senior brother and exchanges a look with him, meaning that he must take good care of the master, then takes the paper, calls the junior sister with his eyes, and heads out.

The fox stands up immediately, lowers its tail, and walks to follow him.

"This time, I will meet your clansmen."

The fox's expression is solemn, knowing that this time it might have to deal with a large group of cats, and it is somewhat nervous.

Taking the medicinal pills and long sword, walking outside, he happens to see the fourth senior brother following two villagers down the mountain, five cloud leopards, two big and three small, following in the nearby dense forest, or jumping in the forest, while on the ground there is a large group of wolves surrounding him and following him down the mountain, like a stream, and even in the sky there are several giant eagles circling.

More than half of the pilgrims in the Mountain-Moving Hall have already left, and the remaining few are all staring at them with eager eyes.

"May I ask where the fellow villagers from Pear Village are?"

"This old man is."

A village elder stands out and says.

"I am Lin Jue, this time my junior sister and I will accompany you back to the village to eliminate the yaoguai, please lead the way."

"This..."

Seeing that they are not old, looking to be about sixteen or seventeen, the village elder cannot help but hesitate.

But then he sees the Daoist surnamed Lin take out a piece of paper from his bosom, shout "Donkey, manifest!", and as it hits the ground, white smoke rises, and it actually turns into a gray donkey.

"The mountain road is difficult to walk, please, old sir."

Lin Jue points to the donkey's back and makes a gesture of invitation.

The remaining few in the temple are all startled.

In fact, many people only heard that there are high-level Daoists in Fuchi Temple on Mount Yishan, and it happened that yaoguai and ghosts were rampant, and they came in a hurry, having no other way, just trying their luck. Seeing this scene, they finally know that the rumors are not false.

The village elder no longer hesitates and thanks them repeatedly, but says that he came by mule, and the mule is tied outside.

The mule's strength is naturally better.

The two go out to help him onto the mule, take their swords, and go down the mountain.

Borrowing the downhill slope, the fox only needs a light jump to cover several zhang, and its figure soon disappears on the mountain road. ===== CHAPTER 114 =====