Chapter 124: Jun Niangniang (Seeking monthly tickets)

Everyone woke up, and not much time had passed.

Lin Jue was the first to wake up among the Daoists.

However, when he opened his eyes, the fox was already bouncing around in front of the empty ancestral hall, chasing fallen leaves to play. In the village, except for the traces of magical arts and collisions from the battle, all evil entities were gone, as if the terrifying and critical scene before was just a dream.

Illusory and ethereal, hard to distinguish true from false.

Lin Jue stood up.

The autumn wind blew, bringing withered leaves that brushed past him.

Lin Jue caught one casually.

And he stood there twisting the leaf, frowning in deep thought.

What was that?

Was it really a fox?

In any case, it certainly wasn't the Mountain Yili Shenjun of Mount Yishan himself!

And it was definitely not an ordinary demon or deity!

That Many Yaoguai King had racked his brains, not knowing how many years he had spent, how much silver and pills he had spent, to accumulate one of the four major death energy mist pools, yet it was so lightly swept away.

At least it was a Many Yaoguai King, right?

He had used the token of the Mountain Yili Shenjun of Mount Yishan and called out "Mountain Yili Shenjun," failing to reach the Mountain Yili Shenjun of Mount Yishan, so how could he have happened to reach such an existence?

Lin Jue could only look at Fuyao on the ground.

The fox was carefree, only chasing the leaves in the wind to play. Seeing him wake up, it consciously flicked and chased the leaves, driving them to him, and then continued to circle around him.

Lin Jue stared at it.

Coming down the mountain this time, he had originally wanted to learn the approximate origin of Fuyao from the mouth of the fox demon in Li Village, but he hadn't succeeded as wished; instead, it seemed he had captured some traces at this moment.

There was some movement behind him.

Looking back—

The commoners in the ancestral hall were lying in a pile. Daoist Jiang Ning was the second to wake up, frowning as she climbed up, looking outside just like him, her eyes filled with both surprise and contemplation.

Only, compared to Lin Jue, there was an extra touch of recollection in her contemplation, and she also aimed at the fox on the ground.

"Daoist Lin, do you know who you summoned with the deity summoning ritual?"

"Who?"

"You don't know?"

"I don't know."

"It should be that 'Jun Niangniang'."

Daoist Jiang Ning walked out, still looking up at the sky; at this moment, the sky was naturally already empty.

"Jun Niangniang?"

Lin Jue furrowed his brows, still not knowing.

However, the word "Jun Niangniang" did evoke his memory.

He had once heard of a Jun Niangniang from the mouth of a peach tree in Danxun County; it was said that the demons in this area once secretly worshipped her, just like ordinary people worshipped deities.

"That Jun Niangniang's cultivation is higher than my Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's, and she is not a human deity, so I cannot call her name casually."

Daoist Jiang Ning said, raising her hand casually, and also caught a fallen leaf from the wind.

Writing in the air in the wind.

After writing one character, she would pause for a moment, as if asking the clear wind to blow it away, before writing the second character.

"Yao Hua?"

Lin Jue tried hard to distinguish.

"Except for her, whose true form looks like a fox, and who can easily annihilate the death energy accumulated by the Many Yaoguai King for many years within a radius of dozens of miles?" Daoist Jiang Ning lowered her head, looked at Lin Jue, but then swept her peripheral vision toward the white fox playing freely beside him.

"Who is this Jun Niangniang?"

"She is an ancient Great Saint."

"What is a Great Saint?"

"A Many Yaoguai King among Many Yaoguai Kings is called a Great Saint. A Great Power among Many Yaoguai Kings is also called a Great Saint."

Daoist Jiang Ning withdrew her gaze and paced nearby. Knowing he didn't understand, and having shared hardships, she explained to him:

"It was a long time ago. This Jun Niangniang was once a symbol of auspiciousness and holiness, widely respected and worshipped by the world, and she also achieved the Great Saint fruit status in this place. Compared to the righteous gods of the Nine Heavens, she is a Many Yaoguai Yili Shenjun Emperor. Later, her incense in the human world gradually declined, but the incense in the demon world remained prosperous. Until a few hundred years ago, a radius of two thousand miles in this area was her dojo, and all demons worshipped her as a deity.

"It is rumored that this Jun Niangniang was also very kind.

"However, deities also have replacements.

"Hundreds of years ago, the previous Heavenly Lord could not tolerate her and personally issued a decree. The Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers, and the four great Emperors worked together. I don't know how many True Lords and spiritual officials descended together; there were hundreds of miles of auspicious clouds, and even Emperor Yu Jian took action personally, which forced her to hand over the incense and the dojo.

"Since then, she has disappeared without a trace."

Lin Jue listened, feeling deeply shocked.

Was this the Great Power of ancient times?

What kind of scene was that? And what kind of person was she?

But how did he know her?

Lin Jue furrowed his brows. Although he was a Daoist of the Spiritual Method Sect, only seeking to be free and unfettered, not caring about the disputes of deities, and could scold the Emperor if his energy was up, he didn't want to be involved in such matters.

So he had to give a warning:

"Daoist, I have no connection with that Jun Niangniang at all, I don't know her, and I don't know why she came. Please don't let this disturb my quiet cultivation."

"You don't need to worry, Daoist. That Jun Niangniang still exists in the world; this is known to all in heaven. Since it was only breaking the dojo and not killing them all, it hasn't reached the point of life and death. Moreover, the Heavenly Lord who governs the Nine Heavens and Three Realms at this time is no longer the one from before; there will be no talk of involvement."

Daoist Jiang Ning turned around and looked at him calmly. Her complexion was as white as if she had put on heavy makeup.

"This place was once that Jun Niangniang's dojo. For many years, she has left behind countless bloodlines and connections. In the beginning of cultivation, most of them probably sat on a mountain as a god somewhere. It is very normal for someone to call out 'Mountain Yili Shenjun' and pray to her case."

As she spoke, she paused again:

"Daoists of the Talisman Sect cannot lie to the deities they worship. It won't work if we hide it and don't report it. However, my Yili Shenjun is upright. Based on my understanding of her, since it is saving the world and the people, she will definitely not investigate deeply."

"That's good."

During the conversation, I don't know when, Daoist Qingxuan had also woken up and was sitting behind them listening.

Lin Jue bowed to Daoist Jiang Ning, then turned around and said to Daoist Qingxuan: "Daoist brother Qingxuan, although I am frank, people's words are complicated. Please only report to the Yili Shenjun, and don't spread the matter of my summoning the deity."

"What are you saying, Daoist!" Daoist Qingxuan was more straightforward than Daoist Jiang, acting angry. "I don't know what I, Qingxuan, have done to make you look down on me so much, Daoist?"

Yes—

Nowadays, although it is not as good as ancient times, where reputation and character are above all else, these four words still have no small weight. Not to mention that they are Daoists of the Talisman Sect, who, besides worshipping gods, mainly cultivate virtue. Essentially, what they seek is the respect of the commoners in the world, which is a word opposite to looking down.

Lin Jue sighed and felt relieved.

He aimed at his feet again.

The fox was still playing with the fallen leaves carefree, playing happily and devotedly, as if it had forgotten the previous fighting and danger, which was very relaxing.

Seeing this, Lin Jue couldn't help but smile.

When he first met it, he knew how small it was, so no matter where it came from, until now, he could clearly see the traces of his own companionship and education on it. Even if it really had some connection with that Jun Niangniang, even if there were disputes between heaven and the Jun Niangniang again, having raised it to this point, it was clearly not something that could be easily abandoned.

Not long after, others woke up too.

Gong Village was clear and bright at this time.

Autumn was high and the air was crisp, white clouds and blue sky, the sunlight was so bright, and all evil spirits were eliminated. Especially in contrast to before, it truly made people feel comfortable.

"It seems there is nothing left to do here. I don't know the battle situation between the Yili Shenjun and the Many Yaoguai King. We must return to the sect to report." Daoist Jiang Ning said, "No matter what choice the Yili Shenjun makes in the end, and what the result is, after the dust settles, I will definitely come to thank you in person and inform the Daoists of Fuqiu Peak about this matter."

The four Daoists of Mount Qiyun stood together and said goodbye to them.

"Thank you very much for your help, Daoist."

"The commoners here are deeply grateful."

"You are also injured, Daoist, please seek medical treatment early."

Several Daoists brought long swords and horses, which were more precious than the mules of Fuqiu Sect, and left stepping on the bluestone slabs.

Only the brother and sister were left standing in place.

The village head and village elders of Gong Village stood in front, also thanking them repeatedly, but they were still in shock, as if they had survived a disaster.

"Old gentlemen, don't say any more. First, calm the hearts of the fellow villagers, and then repair the damaged houses and alleys." Lin Jue waved his hand. "We are leaving too."

"Respectfully send off the two immortal masters. When the matter is over, we will definitely go to Mount Yishan in person, visit the door with gifts, and thank you."

"Farewell."

Lin Jue took the Junior Xiao Shimei and left too.

First, the alleys in the village.

Lin Jue carried the Junior Xiao Shimei's bag, holding the spiritual wood of the tree demon, looking around as he walked.

Previously, there were I don't know how many evil entities, crowding and pushing, and some were even climbing from the roofs, so that the ground was covered with tiles. In the crowding and trampling, the powder on the walls was rubbed off, revealing large stone bricks inside.

Although those evil entities didn't know where they went, the bloodstains left on the bluestone slabs were still fresh.

The archway at the entrance of the village collapsed, and the stone lions were gone.

Walking out of the village, it was the riverside, the pear forest, and the small path in the village.

One could see many messy footprints on the ground, traces of soil being pushed away, traces of pear trees being pressed down, some of which didn't know what evil entities caused them.

And what magical power Jun Niangniang Yao Hua used, and where the evil entities went, Lin Jue still didn't know.

In these two days, the fighting was clearly not just here.

On the unknown mountain road, there was a great ghost, as big as a house, spitting black smoke and death energy from its mouth while roaring, moving in the mountains, swallowing a carriage in one bite, eating countless people.

A Daoist stood on the mountain peak, spitting true fire from his mouth to fight it.

In the unknown village, mice became a river, and all living things that fell into it would be submerged. If they fell in, they would be left with only white bones in the blink of an eye.

A Daoist brought a cat god, assisted by theatrical arts, catching mice everywhere.

Water ghosts in the unknown fishing village made trouble.

The Daoist cleverly used a wonderful plan to trick the water ghosts onto the shore and eliminated them without any effort.

I don't know where the demons and ghosts gathered. The demons were all fierce bodies, and the ghosts were all deeply tainted with malevolent energy, having become a climate, causing trouble in one area.

A Daoist fought many alone, fighting bloody for a day.

In the city of Yixian, there were actually demons, bold and unrestrained, actually walking through streets and alleys, entering households to eat people, and even confronting martial artists and constables head-on.

The Daoist had a wine gourd at his waist and a long sword in his hand, summoning heavenly soldiers in the streets and alleys of the city, fighting these demons for half a day, with blood flowing all over the ground.

Beasts and birds in the unknown mountain village became evil, attacking commoners.

The Daoist carried a group of clouded leopards and wolves, hunting them easily.

If the picture was frozen, they were all pictures of Daoists eliminating demons. But there was no need for a painter to pick up a pen. Since it was an immortal feat, it naturally went deep into the hearts of the commoners.

Three hundred miles away, heavy green mountains.

Above the clouds, war drums were already roaring, and in the deep mountains, killing sounds were boiling.

Heavenly soldiers and divine generals descended together, fighting and struggling with demon soldiers and demon generals. The Three Saints of the South stood on the edge of the clouds, all wearing divine armor, staring down. On the mountains of the earth, there were demon tigers as big as mountain tops.

Then the three great Divine Lords personally descended, carrying the divine power of thunder, to duel with the Many Yaoguai King.

Unfortunately, such a scene was not seen by the world.

Occasionally, mountain spirits and ghosts had a glimpse, but they didn't dare to look more at all. Just one picture became an unforgettable memory in their hearts.

There was also an old Daoist who was restless, summoning a spirit-writing immortal in the Daoist temple. The crooked poems on the sand table were written one after another, and finally, he made a decision, took the treasure mirror that had been hanging in the Mountain-Moving Hall for a thousand years, and rushed down the mountain. Halfway there, his mood suddenly opened up again, he summoned the spirit-writing immortal to ask, and returned to the mountain. ===== CHAPTER 125 =====