Chapter 244

Lin Jue lay on the bed and opened the ancient book.

"Swish..."

Solar Spirit Fire, Fire-element magic.

Heaven and earth are one, all things are the same, Yin-Yang and the Five Elements are hard to separate. There are Five Elements in Yin-Yang, and the Five Elements are also divided into Yin and Yang. Fire is Yang, so it is Yang Fire.

To practice this method, besides having Five Elements aptitude and sensing the Fire-element spiritual rhyme, one must also have talent in Yin-Yang, sensing the Solar spiritual rhyme. Once cultivated, it is extremely Yang and rigid, the nemesis of Yin-evil and poisonous things.

Cultivated to the extreme, it becomes the True Solar Fire.

"No wonder..."

Lin Jue recalled that day.

No wonder that Chicken Immortal seemed the least affected by the poison pills compared to the Tu Long Wang and General Rhino.

That was ten taels of poison stone!

"It sounds like this Fire-element magic is more suitable for me; at least besides the Five Elements, my talent is more in Yin-Yang."

Lin Jue thought this and turned the page.

"Swish..."

Demon-Servant, the method of controlling ghosts.

Originally a natural supernatural power of evil tigers in the mountains, some people realized magic from this for evil yaoguai and evil people to practice; this is called Demon-Servant and Evil-Person-Servant.

As this method has been revised and evolved through generations, there are many different versions circulating in the world. Most require people to die in terror, and some require eating their flesh and blood. Only then can they be detained as servant ghosts, which can be made to work for their masters.

Some use fear to nurture servant ghosts, raising fierce ghosts, while others let nature take its course, with servant ghosts being no different from ordinary ghosts. Some require careful casting of spells to control, while others are obtained naturally.

The older it is, the bloodier it is.

"It seems the Demon-Servant method practiced by that Tu Long Wang is just the most primitive and bloody kind." Lin Jue pondered and muttered to himself, "But judging from the strength of those servant ghosts, perhaps it didn't deliberately practice it; it just knew there was such a magic, and since it happened to want to eat people and happened to meet the conditions for practicing Demon-Servant, it collected so many servant ghosts along the way."

This also shows from the side that the number of people that Tu Long Wang has eaten over the years may be even more than those hundreds of servant ghosts.

Lin Jue closed the ancient book.

The next morning.

The luggage next to him had already been packed.

These few huts and the courtyard had also been tidied up by the three of them long ago, even cleaner than when they arrived. As for the courtyard, it looked much better.

Three horses and two donkeys stood in the courtyard.

The inn waiter also came, and Luo Seng was talking to him.

The junior sister seemed to have been staying in her hut listening to his movements, and she pushed the door out almost at the same time as him, one with a white fox and one following a colorful civet.

"The two Daoists are out!" the inn waiter said.

"Thank you for lending us a place to stay." Lin Jue bowed to thank him, "We are leaving today, so goodbye."

"I wouldn't dare..." the waiter's face was glowing, and he waved his hands repeatedly, "All the guests who have come to the inn these past few days have been discussing the yaoguai in the lower reaches of the Wei River. I wonder if you two Daoists have heard of it?"

"Don't talk about that, you should check your house." Lin Jue said to him with a smile, "See what's broken or missing, or where you're dissatisfied, and while we haven't left yet, we can restore it to its original state."

"No, no..."

The waiter still waved his hands repeatedly.

Seeing that this Daoist didn't answer and had just lived here until now, he knew his guess was correct: these two Daoists lived here to eliminate that yaoguai.

I heard that was a demon king.

If this isn't an immortal, what is an immortal?

"Then we are leaving."

"Oh, I respectfully see you off, Daoist! Ah no, respectfully see off the immortals! Respectfully see off Lord Luo!"

The waiter was still smiling.

The three of them put away their luggage, led the donkeys and horses, pushed open the brushwood door, and walked out.

Lin Jue couldn't help but stop and look back—

He remembered that when they arrived, there were only a few simple huts here, not even a courtyard. Now the huts were still those huts, but there was a fence surrounding them into a courtyard, with a few old hens strolling leisurely inside, and a few vegetable plots surrounded by fences, a peach tree, the fruits were a bit bigger, and the stone table and stools under the tree were clean.

Under the spring breeze, a small cluster of bamboo behind the hut swayed with the wind, as if seeing them off. Lin Jue could already imagine the scene of this hut and courtyard backed by the bamboo forest years later.

The waiter also looked very satisfied.

"Let's go, senior brother." The junior sister seemed to see his fondness, "When we get to Mount Feng later, we'll tidy it up like this too, and I'll plant more fruit trees and more vegetables."

"Hmm..."

The donkey's bell rang, and they left this place.

Walking onto the official road, the light and shadow changed.

"That rat yaoguai has the Earth-Escaping Art, it's not easy to catch it. If it's not caught by surprise, it will take a lot of time." Lin Jue said to Luo Seng.

"What are your thoughts, Daoist?"

"It's best to catch it by surprise and kill it in one blow. If that can't be done..." Lin Jue pondered and said, "If that rat yaoguai doesn't use the Earth-Escaping Art, whether it turns into a human or returns to its original form, it can't outrun us in a long-distance chase, and it can't outrun my Fuyao. If it uses the Earth-Escaping Art, its magic power is not endless."

"The method of chasing a rabbit."

Luo Seng replied lightly.

"Exactly."

"I heard there is another demon king northwest of the capital, a leopard, which is more powerful than that crocodile. We must be vigilant; it must not go to join that leopard."

"It is indeed heading in that direction, but it is moving very slowly."

"We must intercept it."

"Yes..."

The group stepped to the sound of horse hooves and bells, chasing the enemy.

On the way, they passed outside the capital, where there were mountains stretching for dozens of miles, called Mount Feng. It is said that in autumn, there is a beautiful scenery of red leaves covering the mountains and layers of forest dyed. In spring, it is lush and green, remote and uninhabited.

The group took the time to go up the mountain, found the Daoist temple, hid the treasures, and then went down the mountain with light luggage, riding horses to continue chasing the enemy.

But unexpectedly, this trip took even longer than expected.

In the northwest corner of Qinzhou, the apricot blossoms on the barren mountains had not completely withered. On a night when apricot blossoms were in the rain, several people failed to ambush the rat yaoguai, but they also prevented it from running toward the Leopard King.

The jianghu is vast, and the Daoist is immersed in it, stained with some jianghu ink, naturally happy and vengeful. Once the thought arises, he will never give up.

Chasing all the way out of Qinzhou, heading further northwest.

The summer mountains were lush and green. The three people and three horses stood on the mountain peak, looking at the endless distance, not knowing where the rat yaoguai had escaped to.

Without stopping.

Riding horses across the official road, galloping with mud.

Thunder tore through the long night, lightning illuminated heaven and earth, and the heavy rain formed a bead curtain. A short, middle-aged man in a tattered gray robe walked with a cane, coughing incessantly.

The morning cleared up, the sound of carriage wheels rumbled, and the rat yaoguai returned to its original form, clinging tightly under the carriage, moving forward with the bumps.

The northwest wind already had a bit of sharpness.

The grassland was vast and boundless, with slight undulations like the sea, full of burrows and some kind of fat rat, as well as many rabbits—a world the junior sister, the fox, and the colorful civet had never seen before.

The fox couldn't help but be distracted while chasing the demon.

Without stopping.

In the wind-swept Gobi desert, there was the sound of horses in the wind, and a slight bulge on the ground moved rapidly toward the distance.

A white fox brought the wind, a colorful civet ran wildly, following it on the left and right, and behind them was the relentless sound of horse hooves urging for life.

The Daoist covered his face with gray cloth, his robe fluttering in the wind, chanting spells.

Pop, pop, pop!

Continuous flying swords descended from the sky, piercing into the ground.

Some sword tips stopped just inches above the rat yaoguai's head, while others grazed its body and stuck into the ground, then flew up from the soil one after another following the Daoist's spell, rotating in the sky following the three people and three horses, waiting for the next time after the Daoist aimed, to pierce down like arrows again.

The rat yaoguai had to grit its teeth and escape deeper.

Suddenly, it heard the earth trembling, slowly approaching itself, and getting closer and closer.

The rat yaoguai's heart tightened, and it instantly changed direction.

Pop!!

A long spear pierced deeply into the ground, actually two feet deep.

The martial artist galloped over, bent down slightly, grabbed the spear handle and pulled it out, bringing up countless mud and adding another handful of yellow sand to the wind.

"Withdraw!"

The morning light stretched their shadows, galloping on the barren land, leaving only a cloud of dust.

Reaching the vast desert again.

The rat yaoguai originally thought it would be like a fish in water here and could escape deeper, but it didn't expect that the Daoist's flying swords and the martial artist's long spear would also pierce deeper.

Plus the desert heat, neither human nor rat could stand it.

It was now midsummer.

The rat yaoguai was still wearing the gray robe, the clothes were more tattered, and the small tree-branch-like wooden cane was broken in half. It walked slowly in the desert with the cane, leaving a trail of footprints, as if it had already exhausted its strength.

Looking up at the sun, its eyes were already blurred. Pulling open its clothes to look at the scar on its waist, the festering and scabbed area still showed the fox's claw print.

Looking back, dust and smoke were faintly visible.

The rat yaoguai was silent and continued forward.

Two miles behind, in the desert road, there was only a stone lamp as tall as a person, containing the bright red sunset from afar.

The Daoist's robe was also a bit torn from the wind and sand. He was leaning on a wooden cane with one hand and supporting the stone lamp with the other to rest, then took a deep breath, lit the stone lamp to illuminate the long night, and continued on his way.

For a moment, he didn't know where he had walked; there was actually rapeseed flower in midsummer.

In the endless rapeseed flowers, the tall stone giant had just gathered, trying to block the pursuers behind, but a gust of east wind blew, and the stone giant only took a few steps before it disintegrated and fell to the ground.

The spear-wielding martial artist didn't even look at it, galloping directly past it.

The rat yaoguai had to escape underground again.

The female Daoist on horseback pointed her finger, and silently, the earth seemed to be pressed by a stone, immediately becoming a bit more solid. The rat yaoguai underground was caught off guard and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Another east wind blew.

I don't know how many wild flowers bloomed on the ground, only that the roots almost pierced a foot into the ground, almost piercing its body.

The rat yaoguai only cared about running for its life.

I don't know how many times it fell off a cliff, how many times it rushed into cold river water, how many times it was caught up by the Daoist and martial artist, and how many times it grazed the sword blades and spear tips. Its old wounds added new ones, and it was exhausted in body and mind.

This was not only a test of endurance, but also a constant need to guess the other party's psychology, a constant test of that split-second reaction, and a constant attempt to block them. If there was the slightest carelessness, its little life would be gone.

I don't know where they reached; the mountains were so towering they seemed to be in the sky. Climbing to the mountainside, they had already entered the clouds. It was early autumn, but snow had already begun to fall on the mountain top. Whether rat or human, they had to brave the wind and snow to move forward.

Without stopping.

Without stopping.

Once the thought arises, chasing the enemy for thousands of miles through wind, sand, rain, and snow, never stopping until the blood feud is avenged, regardless of where they are at this moment.

It is also a form of practice.

Practicing the feeling of being carefree and unrestrained.

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