Chapter 252: Returning to the Capital

The puddle by the roadside quietly reflected the twilight light, and small animals came here to drink water. Suddenly, for some reason, the puddle began to tremble slightly, and the small animals were startled, looked up, and left immediately.

Not long after, with a *pa*, a horse hoof shattered the puddle and galloped past.

The sound of horse hooves in the mountains under the twilight.

Two Daoists and one martial artist galloped on the road, two donkeys carrying sacks also running wildly behind, followed by a piece of light cavalry chasing relentlessly.

The cavalry behind were all riding good horses. Although they were not as good as Lord Luo's divine horse, they were better than the horses Lin Jue and the junior sister were riding, and their riding skills also had an impact, not to mention that the paper donkeys ran even slower. They only saw the cavalry behind slowly pressing closer, and there were cavalry surrounding them from the left and right, and the rumbling sound was getting closer and closer.

Seeing that the pursuers were about to catch up with the three, and even the cavalry on the left and right who were close had begun to draw bows and arrows, the Daoist suddenly turned his head and said:

"Fellow Daoist, please return!"

The voice was not loud, but it echoed in the mountain plains.

"Hee-hee!!"

A group of horses neighed and slowed down. The cavalry on the left and right were about to pull the bowstrings, but they were also stopped by this sudden shake. Hundreds of cavalry actually stopped quickly, and then turned around one after another, wanting to go back.

The cavalry hurriedly pulled the reins, and the horses raised their front hooves one after another.

When Luo Seng turned his head to look and then looked at Lin Jue, his eyes clearly brightened, as if he found it interesting.

It turned out that magical arts had such uses.

The three of them galloped without stopping, quickly pulling away from the pursuers behind them. But when Luo Seng turned his head to look again, those cavalry reorganized their drums after a short chaos and chased them again.

This time the cavalry was more careful. Those horses had experienced it once and knew that this was contrary to the will of the people on their backs, and they were whipped crazily. Lin Jue used this trick again, but it didn't work.

Seeing that the two sides were approaching again.

Lin Jue was helpless, so he turned his head and spat.

A mouthful of east wind went west.

The energy of blooming flowers was supposed to be farther than spitting fire, not to mention that the people behind were still rushing toward each other.

"Ah!!"

Immediately, two riders fell to the ground, wailing endlessly.

Then they tripped two more riders behind them.

The fox rode the wind, the most relaxed, and also spat yellow smoke backward.

Immediately, some horses were startled and stopped suddenly, and some cavalry fell to the ground, shoveling mud on the grass. Once they climbed up, they shot arrows at the people beside them.

However, they were too scattered, and the impact was not great. Other light cavalry just glanced at them and continued to chase, not stopping at all, as if they were crazy.

Even arrows had flown diagonally, landing not far behind Lin Jue, stuck in the ground, the arrow tails trembling endlessly.

"Too many!"

Lin Jue said to the two people beside him.

"We are afraid we killed their spiritual pillar!" Luo Seng was not afraid, but felt free, and his words carried loud laughter, showing boundless heroism.

"Lord Luo's horse is better, so take a step first. We have to waste two God-Walking Pills."

"Can!"

"Third Shixiong brother! Donkey! The things on the back!"

The junior sister shouted, then reached into her bosom and took out a bell.

Paper donkeys couldn't eat God-Walking Pills. They had to take the things on the donkey's back, put them on the horse's back, and then take back the paper donkeys. This would take some time.

This bell was one of the treasures given by the Fuchi Divine Lord.

Various magical treasures were like magical arts, none were perfect, and they all had their own wonderful uses. She used this bell to deal with yaoguai who had achieved cultivation, which was a bit lacking, but it was a sharp weapon in this situation.

There was only one shortcoming—

It didn't distinguish between friend and foe.

Once the bell was shaken, everyone except the person shaking the bell would be affected. It had an even greater impact on the bean soldiers, so it was only suitable for single combat.

The junior sister was about to take a Golden Light Pill, plus the double insurance of the stone-forming method, to let herself fall into the enemy formation to win time for her senior brother, when she saw Luo Seng not immediately riding away, but slowing down.

The martial artist gradually approached the two donkeys, swung his scabbard, knocked off an arrow shot over, bent down and reached out to scoop, and grabbed the sack on one of the donkeys, putting it on his horse's back. The goods on the other donkey were also handled the same way, and the backs of the two donkeys were soon empty.

The senior brother and junior sister saw this and chanted spells immediately.

The running donkeys shrank rapidly, falling into the grass. One of them flew up with the spell and fell into Lin Jue's hand, then a white shadow flashed, and the fox picked up the other one and returned it to the junior sister.

"Sorry to trouble you."

"Thank you, Fuyao!"

The two said one sentence each and tucked away the paper donkeys.

They didn't expect such an encounter on the way home.

Seeing Luo Seng slowly leave, the two took out the God-Walking Pills, just preparing to feed them to the horses beneath them, when there was another abnormality in the distance—

It was a gray blanket moving slowly on the hill. The reason it looked slow was that it was also a large piece, but when they heard the trembling sound from that side, they knew that they were also running wildly.

"Awoo~~"

A huge bear roar resounded through heaven and earth.

In a daze, Lin Jue thought the yaoguai bear that had intercepted and killed him with the yaoguai rat had returned.

Only to see a huge gray-white brown bear carrying a human figure rushing up the hill in the concave part of the hill, and a piece of gray blanket behind it rushed into the concave part of the hill and climbed up from the slope nearby.

It was a group of tall and strong northern mountain goats.

The war horses under the cavalry heard the bear roar and were already a bit restless. Suddenly, they saw the giant bear and the figure on the bear's back.

Wuer Mu stretched his neck and shouted loudly.

Lin Jue couldn't understand what he was shouting, but he knew that it was mostly the same meaning as his previous "Fellow Daoist, please return."

It was just that Wuer Mu himself was a mountain spirit, naturally closer to birds and beasts, and specialized in this method. His attainments were naturally much deeper than Lin Jue's, and he probably even surpassed the fourth senior brother.

So many horses stopped immediately. No matter how the cavalry whipped them, they didn't move forward, but retreated backward. 【252-60

Even some of the horses threw their riders off their backs.

"Pounce! Pounce!"

The cavalrymen were also fierce; they shouted at the top of their lungs, actually intending to dismount and fight, but when they turned their heads to look, they saw a stretch of North Mountain goats rushing toward them.

The North Mountain goats were already large in size, and these were even bigger than ordinary ones; each one lowered its head, bearing horns curved like two blades, and charged toward them.

That torrent looked incredibly terrifying.

If they dismounted to fight, relying on bows and scimitars, they would certainly be able to kill quite a few North Mountain goats, but they themselves would definitely not survive.

This was undoubtedly a form of dissuasion.

The cavalrymen had no choice but to follow their horses and leave.

Lin Jue and his companion only saw the endless stream of North Mountain goats rushing past them, submerging the two of them like a tide; some even jumped over them from right in front. Their ears were filled with the sound of wind and the booming, and by the time the last North Mountain goat lightly leaped over them, the booming sound quickly receded and weakened until it vanished.

Those cavalrymen had also disappeared on the horizon.

It felt dreamlike; just a moment ago, this place was intense, as if a bloody battle were about to erupt, but now it was exceptionally quiet, with only the evening glow, the breeze passing through, and a mess of footprints on the ground.

By comparison, it was even more wondrous.

The Mountain Spirit rode the giant bear and walked over slowly.

"Many thanks, friend; otherwise, we would have had to flee." Lin Jue flipped off his horse, not feeling that he had lost face, and smilingly handed over his wooden staff. "I was just preparing to return this to you after we escaped. In this way, you have actually saved us some time."

The Mountain Spirit walked over, took the wooden staff, lowered his head, and sniffed it, as if smelling something on the staff.

Then he raised his head and looked at Lin Jue.

"Oh, we went to find that Ancestor of Qin Mountain and ended her life. As you can see, I don't know if it was the local small kingdom's army or her believers, but they have been pursuing us relentlessly."

Lin Jue could not help but reveal a smile.

Hearing it this way was also wondrous—

The Mountain Spirit could not defeat that Ancestor of Qin Mountain, yet the three of them had slaughtered her in just a few moves; three hundred cavalrymen chased them out, and the three of them could not deal with them, yet these cavalrymen could not defeat the Mountain Spirit.

That Ancestor of Qin Mountain was the same: if you say she had ability, Fuyao could kill her in a few moves; if you say she had no ability, the Mountain Spirit was driven by her to the green mountains outside the mountain, and she had so many believers. One can only say that her skills, like the Rat Yaoguai, were not in fighting.

Magical arts, Yaoguai, and Daoist priests are all like this; one cannot judge fighting ability by looking at only one side, and one cannot judge the level of skill solely by whether one is good at fighting.

People and worldly affairs are both complex and multifaceted, and magical arts are also wondrous and infinite.

"Once things calm down here, I imagine you can return to Qin Mountain and cultivate in peace." Lin Jue said, "We are also going to enter the pass and return to our hometown. If we come here again, it will be seven years later."

The Mountain Spirit stood beside the giant bear and bowed to them.

The giant bear also imitated him, lowering its head toward the three.

Lin Jue and his companion also performed a Daoist salute to him, and the returned Luo Seng also cupped his fists, while the fox and the colorful fox followed suit.

"Farewell, may we meet again if fate allows."

"Farewell!"

Thus, they had said their goodbyes.

Walking the world, fate is just like this; meeting by chance like duckweed, dispersing like smoke and clouds; when fate arrives, they gather together, and when fate is gone, they separate; there is no need for excessive words, everything is natural.

Lin Jue reached into his bosom, took out Chen Niu's dharma seal, and while the daylight had not yet faded and the sunset glow was infinite, he began to examine it, swaying on the horse's back.

This thing was indeed a dharma treasure of the Central Plains, still carrying a bit of the flavor of the early incense-fire divine path.

Drawing talismans, stamping seals, and using the talisman to command minor ghosts.

One who holds the dharma seal does not need to draw talismans.

It was probably just as Lord Luo said, it was passed down from hundreds of years ago, when this land was still within the territory of the Central Plains dynasty.

"Chen Niu, Chen Niu."

Under the dim daylight, the minor ghost suddenly appeared.

The minor ghost looked around in a daze, saw Lin Jue and the dharma seal in his hand, his expression went blank, and he became even more bewildered: "I am called Chen Niu..."

"Go to Jade Gate Pass!"

As soon as the minor ghost heard this, he immediately became interested and pointed his finger toward the front of the road: "Go this way!"

"You actually know how to get to Jade Gate Pass!"

"Go this way!"

"Go to the Snow Lotus Society."

"Go this way!"

The minor ghost changed to a different direction.

"You actually managed to find it!" Lin Jue smiled, "Go to the Great Chang capital."

"Go this way!"

The minor ghost pointed back to the original direction.

"Eh?" Lin Jue was a bit surprised, pondered for a moment, "Go to Huizhou, Mount Yishan."

"..."

The minor ghost silently put his hand down, his expression solemn, his demeanor revealing a bit of bewilderment, staring straight at him.

"It seems you have been to the capital."

"..."

"Haha! Go to Jade Gate Pass!" Lin Jue said to it, "You will follow me from now on!"

"Go this way!"

The minor ghost pointed in a direction and disappeared.

The fox and the colorful fox both eyed the minor ghost, their eyes flickering, feeling it was novel and fun.

The group also followed the minor ghost's guidance, taking advantage of the remaining light of the dusk, and continued to travel east across the vast land, gradually starting to trot their horses.

Two days later, they had already left the territory of this country.

The three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.