Chapter 115: The Old Fox Under the Moon

The blood-red sunset and golden sky light are like a curtain.

Under the curtain, several black dots are thrown over.

And two flying darts shoot toward them.

Bang, bang!

Two black dots are instantly hit and exploded in mid-air, turning into black smoke, like ink blobs spreading on the curtain.

The remaining two dots still fly over.

Lin Jue dodges nimbly.

These pears are not only the essence of death energy cultivated by the tree demon, but also its magic weapon; once they land, they still explode into heavy black smoke and death energy.

But he sees the Daoist holding a long sword, pushing out with one palm, spitting out a breath, and two flames appear. Before these black smoke and death energy could disperse, they were burned by the spiritual fire and sizzled into foul air, dissipating in the air.

The Daoist sleeve waves a clear breeze, and the foul air is also blown away.

Turning to look, he sees the pear tree twitching repeatedly, its form like fighting in a gale, but actually it is constantly flicking its branches front, back, left, and right.

I don't know how many pears were thrown over.

Lin Jue knows that besides death energy, there must be something strange, so he dodges instantly.

There are too many pears to avoid, so he holds his breath, protects his body with pure yang spiritual power, and at the same time, his right hand exerts force, his left slashes the sword diagonally and then backhands it, slashing diagonally, and in the sunset, only continuous sword lights can be seen, and the scattered pears in front of him are also shattered, all exploding into black smoke in the air.

In an instant, it seems as if the Daoist was wrapped inside.

However, just the next moment, firelight shines through the black smoke; at first like the sunset, but in the blink of an eye, it breaks through the blockade of the black smoke and rushes out in all directions with a boom.

The black smoke naturally disappears without a trace.

Lin Jue feels slightly dizzy, shakes his head to recover his clarity, holds his sword and takes two steps forward, already in front of the pear tree.

For some reason, he retreats a step like lightning.

"Swish!"

A branch flicks past him.

"Hehehe..."

The Daoist doesn't seem to feel the danger, but laughs instead.

He is not seen stepping forward, not seen using his sword, just his right hand retracts the sword, and his left hand pushes forward.

I don't know if it came from his sleeve or his palm, but it is a surging pillar of fire, hitting the pear tree in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The pear tree is not a dead tree, with lush branches and leaves, the leaves are not dead leaves, the branches are not dead branches; originally, if it were ordinary fire, like the fire spat by a street performer down the mountain, burning it a few times wouldn't burn the tender branches and leaves, but the fire used by this Daoist is obviously not ordinary fire.

Only seeing the flames rushing, originally blocked by the lush branches and leaves of the pear tree, but the next moment, the flames actually drill inside.

In the blink of an eye, the firelight reaches the inside of the pear tree, and in another blink of an eye, it rushes out from behind the pear tree, which is lush and cannot be drenched even by rain.

In less than a normal person's breath, it actually burns through.

Only hearing an indescribable astringent sound, it seems like the pear tree's painful scream, and it sounds like a wooden chair that hasn't been assembled well, making a sound when sat on and wobbling, magnified a hundred times.

The Daoist retracts his palm, and the flames extinguish.

A hole suddenly appears on the pear tree, and all the leaves in the hole are burned away. The branches were not burned empty in such a short time, but the remaining bare branches are also scorched black like charcoal, and even some small branches are glowing with fire, like firewood that has been burned and blown out, and the tree is covered with sporadic broken fire.

Lin Jue turns his head to look at the field beside him.

The old man's mule was led by Fuyao to that side; just now, one or two pears were flicked to that side, landing and exploding into black smoke, but he sees the fox also opening its mouth to spit, actually spitting out a clear breeze, blowing it away.

At this time, both the old man and the fox are looking at him.

One is full of shock in his eyes.

One is clear and serious.

Seeing that he is dealing with this pear tree very easily, Fuyao doesn't go to help, but turns its head again to look behind.

If Lin Jue dealing with this pear tree can be considered steady, and the spiritual fire just happens to restrain the wood demon, then the junior sister facing this giant rock is like a hammer meeting a nail, a kitchen knife meeting a cabbage.

This giant rock is nothing, just rolls, weighs ten thousand jin, and is indestructible.

If the third senior brother were standing here, even if his dozens of bean soldiers could easily wipe out hundreds of martial arts experts and destroy a rampant mountain stronghold, facing this ten-thousand-jin giant rock would probably give him a headache. If it were any other Daoist, I fear it would be difficult to have a strategy to break the enemy, and even if he could make himself invincible, it would be difficult to destroy it.

But the one standing here is the junior sister.

Only seeing the giant rock rolling over with a boom.

The field was originally soft, and being pressed by it, a deep gully appeared instantly, and the small path was also easily crushed by it, giving people the feeling of being unstoppable.

The junior sister is just full of concentration, standing on the small path with her sword on her back, staring at it without blinking, waiting for it to come. When it rolls close, she adjusts her position, and when it reaches her, she suddenly dodges.

The giant rock rolls past her with the wind, and she avoids it so lightly.

I don't know when the long sword was already inserted into the ground.

The junior sister has already lifted both hands, and at this time there is only one thought in her heart—

Do you know how far I have repaired the road on Mount Yishan in these two years? Do you know how thick and wide the granite I have to break for every inch I repair on the road on Mount Yishan?

Slap! Slap!

Left and right palms, patted on the giant rock.

Touched and retracted, crisp and neat.

The giant rock continues to roll forward, seemingly unaffected.

Just rolling out less than a zhang, cracks have already appeared, rolling out another zhang, it has already split, disintegrated on the ground, only black liquid like mud flowing out from the stone.

"The senior brother didn't lie to you before, our Fuchi Temple on Mount Yishan really has the magic art of 'Crushing Stone'!"

The junior sister pulls out her long sword and walks forward.

Walking past the rubble, looking forward.

But she sees the senior brother holding the long sword given by the martial arts people, also extremely composed, circling the pear tree, pushing out spiritual fire with his palms, and that pear tree has already become a fire tree, disintegrating and collapsing in the burning flames.

The two soon stand together.

The sun has set halfway, and the other half is still on the ground, the sky is orange, the road is illuminated yellow, and there is only a pile of broken giant rocks and a burning dead tree on the mountain road.

Fuyao also runs over with the reins in its mouth.

"Well done..." Lin Jue takes the reins and touches its head by the way, "This matter is more important than eliminating yaoguai."

"What about me, senior brother?"

"Junior sister is also amazing."

Lin Jue says, but hears the sound of horse hooves, turns his head to glance, and sees several Daoists walking from behind in the distance facing the sunset, their steps hurried.

Alert that the visitors are not good, but looking carefully, they are several Daoists from Xianyuan Temple.

A middle-aged Daoist, bringing three young Daoists.

Even that young Daoist Yun Yi is among them.

Lin Jue knows instantly—

Xianyuan Temple has also gone down the mountain.

Under the sunset, both sides salute each other and go their separate ways.

Lin Jue and the other lead the mule and continue forward.

"The magical power of the two Daoists is so high, is your master in the mountain perhaps an immortal?" The old man sitting on the mule's back cannot help but ask.

"Hahaha..."

The two laugh and do not respond.

It is almost the Mid-Autumn Festival again.

The sunset has just sunk into the earth sea, and the bright moon has risen to the branches I don't know when.

Pear Village, as the name suggests, plants many pear trees and bears many pears. These pears have to be offered to the imperial palace every year, so even if it is not far, relying on these pear trees and land, the life in Pear Village is much better than in Xiaochuan Village.

When Lin Jue passes by, he smells the fragrance of pears, picks one casually, and chews it in his mouth.

"Crunch..."

The pear skin is so thin it's as if it doesn't exist; touching his teeth, it only feels crispy, and once bitten, the juice is abundant, as if his mouth couldn't hold it, both fragrant and sweet.

"Sure enough, delicious."

"Some pear trees have become yaoguai, Daoist, please don't..."

"It doesn't matter."

I don't know when the moonlight replaced the sunlight, the mountains and rivers and pear forests are all illuminated clearly, and the roads and distant villages are clearly visible.

"Are there still people in the village?"

"Some ran out, but not many. Those yaoguai surrounded the village and tortured people for fun." The old gentleman says to him, "Those of us who ran out don't know where to go, most of them are hiding in the Qingdimiao not far away."

"Qingdimiao..."

"Yes."

"Is the old sir going to hide in Qingdimiao first, or enter the village with us?"

"At my age, why bother the two Daoists to specifically send this old man to Qingdimiao? If I walk the night road alone, what is the necessity?" The old gentleman sees it very openly, "Daoists, go ahead, this old man will find a haystack outside the village and hide in it; if I am accidentally swallowed by yaoguai and ghosts, then my fate is here."

"Old sir is righteous!"

But just after saying this sentence, Fuyao ahead stops and turns to look at the branches ahead.

On the right side of the road, on the dead tree branch, hangs a bright moon.

The tree branch is dry and thin, without leaves, but a fox is walking along the branch, gradually walking to the tip of the branch, stopping between the bright moon and them, turning its head to look at them.

The moonlight outlines its figure.

Slightly smaller than a dog, with a slender figure, standing ears, and a drooping tail, if it's not a fox, what else could it be?

Fuyao first feels puzzled, then becomes alert.

Lin Jue and the other also grip their sword hilts.

Only hearing a voice coming from the branch:

"Finally invited two Daoists! But why are they so young? Are the Daoists of Qiyun Mountain used up? Or is it that you old thing are reluctant to spend money?"

The voice is sharp and harsh, like a person speaking while pinching their throat.

But listening to it, there is also a feeling of being somewhat old.

"Eh?"

There is another surprised voice.

But it is no longer from this fox, but from the dead tree branch on the left side of the road; I don't know when a fox also stood there, but it is no longer reflected by the bright moon:

"And brought something else? It looks like an ordinary fox but it's not, it looks like an ordinary fox yaoguai but it's not, what is it?"

Fuyao's eyes freeze, looking straight up at it.

Lin Jue beside him frowns:

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean what do you mean?" The fox on the left branch asks him back.

"Why talk so much with him? The Great King has an order to kill all the Daoists of Qiyun Mountain, and kill all the Daoists of any other Daoist temple, just take their heads to collect the reward!" The fox on the right branch says, then lifts its head, a fox call, like a human shouting "Ah".

There is a sudden movement in the mountain forest grass in the distance.

The old man sitting on the mule's back says nothing, just silently climbs up from the mule's back, and hides into the depths of the grass forest beside him, whether he lives or dies, he doesn't care, just asking not to drag them down.

Lin Jue naturally sees it, but says nothing, just looks at the junior sister, his eyes solemn, and reaches into his bosom to take out three beans.

"Beans fall and wind rises, soldiers and horses manifest!"

The three beans grow as they leave his hand, and by the time they hit the ground, they have become armored soldiers.

The three armored soldiers have different figures, but all are tall and fierce, one holding a long saber, one holding a shield and saber, and one holding a bow and arrow. The two behind both have long swords across their waists, and their armor reflects the cold moonlight. And under the moonlight, one can still see the bright red oil paint on their faces, their expressions majestic and angry.

"Three heroes! Follow me to eliminate yaoguai!"

The two foxes on the tree are suddenly startled.

Then they hear the sound of swords being drawn below.

"Incantations connect heaven and earth, divine thunder gathers at the sword tip, laws point to yin and yang, true fire reflects the blade edge!"

Halfway through the incantation, there is a sound of a string breaking.

"Swish!"

A sharp arrow stabs diagonally toward the branch under the moon.

Fortunately, the fox is nimble; the old fox on the tree suddenly jumps forward, narrowly avoiding it, looking at the broken branch behind it, showing a look of lingering fear.

"The three realms and five elements all help, making my blades manifest divine mystery!"

Only then do the two finish the incantation, and the long swords instantly flash with spiritual light.

"You! How are you Daoists who cultivate Daoist methods?" The fox on the right tree says in shock.

"You old thing! We considered the friendship of the past and specifically let your family go, guessing that you would go out to seek help from Daoists, and thinking that you would bring Daoists over, so we would spare your whole family's life! How come you old thing brought two Daoists of the Lingfa Sect! How are we supposed to collect the reward?" The fox on the left tree also shouts, "Wait until we kill these Daoists, we will definitely make you look good!"

Bang, bang, bang!

The bean soldiers walk with heavy steps, each taking their position.

The bean soldier with only a long saber walks to the front, the bean soldier with a shield and saber stands on his left, and the bean soldier with a bow and arrow nocks an arrow in the back.

I don't know when, many yaoguai foxes have gathered from all directions, some are foxes, some are human-shaped holding weapons, whether original form or human form, all are covered in death energy.

Lin Jue naturally hears the words of the old fox on the tree.

But there is no need to pay attention to it.

"Fellow Daoist, Lin Jue of Fuchi Temple on Mount Yishan, invited by the villagers, specifically here to execute you."

Then he sees the Daoist holding a sword in one hand and a scabbard in the other, throwing the scabbard away, and suddenly rushing toward the moonlit dead tree where the old fox is standing on the right.

Borrowing the momentum of the rush, and borrowing the convex point of the tree branch.

The Daoist's figure seems to rise from the ground, and in an instant, he is at the top of the tree branch, level with the bright moon.

The old fox stares straight at him, ready to dodge at any time, but doesn't see the scabbard that was just thrown away by the Daoist spinning woo-woo in the air, and when it hits the ground, the copper-wrapped end hits its shadow on the ground just right.

"Ouch!"

The old fox is inexplicably attacked, and caught off guard, its figure tilts, almost falling off the branch.

Fortunately, the force of this attack from nowhere is not great.

The next moment—

The long sword dances, slashing out a cold light of the moon.

The tree branch containing the bright moon and the fox is easily cut off, the bright moon still hangs high, but the fox is scurrying to dodge, jumping to another tree branch, scrambling for a long time before standing firm.

A few strands of fox fur and a few drops of blood under the moon.

The Daoist lands steadily.

The old fox is both shocked and angry, cursing him for being despicable. ===== CHAPTER 116 =====