Chapter 1211: The Origin of the Mountain Spirit

"Mr. Chen, this is the reason why our village makes offerings. After the Zi hour tonight, the people must be sent to the Blazing Fire Temple. If we don't send them over, they will send people to urge us," the village chief said.

"What kind of place is the Blazing Fire Temple? Are the Daoists there responsible for connecting with the Mountain Spirit?" Chen Yu asked.

"That's right, the people there are responsible for connecting with the Mountain Spirit," the village chief said. "So we must go through them now."

"Don't send them today. Let them come over; I want to see what kind of sacred beings they are," Chen Yu raised an eyebrow.

"But they all know Magic," the village chief said, slightly stunned and feeling uneasy.

"It's fine, I'm better at playing with Magic than they are," Chen Yu smiled slightly.

Seeing Chen Yu's confident expression, the old village chief gritted his teeth: "Alright, Mr. Chen, I will trust you. The children of our village are a gamble I'm placing on you."

"Don't worry, old village chief, Chen Yu is not an ordinary person," Zhou Meng said. "He will definitely help you solve this matter."

Whether Chen Yu was an ordinary person or not, Zhou Meng naturally knew in her heart. After all, Chen Yu was able to instantly heal her leg, which had almost required amputation; no one else could do that, but Chen Yu could do it easily.

Therefore, in her heart, Chen Yu had long since ceased to be an ordinary person.

"Good, good, then I will entrust the children of the village and the fate of the entire stockade to you both," the old village chief looked at the two of them gratefully.

Truth be told, if it weren't for the appearance of that so-called Mountain Spirit, the village would have developed into a tribe of nearly ten thousand people by now.

But because of the appearance of the Mountain Spirit, firstly, children were needed as sacrifices, and secondly, everyone was worried that their own children would be chosen, so they hadn't given birth to children for these years.

This had led to fewer and fewer young adults in the stockade. If it continued to develop like this, perhaps in a few decades, this stockade would completely cease to exist.

"Chen Yu, do you think that is a real Mountain Spirit?" Looking at the person on the mural who was a full three zhang tall, Zhou Meng was still a little worried.

But besides the worry, she was also a bit excited. Before coming to these deep mountains for travel, she was just an ordinary college student.

But she had not expected to be able to come into contact with so many magical things here.

"There are Mountain Spirits in the world, but they would absolutely not look like this," Chen Yu said calmly, looking at the image of the Mountain Spirit on the mural.

"Moreover, a true Mountain Spirit would truly protect the peace of the local people. These Mountain Spirits are actually not gods in the true sense."

"Then what are they?" Zhou Meng couldn't help but ask curiously.

"They are transformed from some Spirit Monsters," Chen Yu said. "The only difference is that while cultivating in the mountains, they obtained a bit of the world's Spiritual Energy, or you could say they obtained a bit of good fortune."

"So they have hope of achieving a positive result, but if they want to truly achieve a positive result, they need a lot of merit to support it."

"In that case, would a true Mountain Spirit really protect the local land and the people there?" Zhou Meng looked at Chen Yu curiously: "Have you seen a Mountain Spirit?"

"I have," Chen Yu nodded and said: "But it was abroad. There should be some domestically as well, but what exactly they look like, I wouldn't know."

"Alright then," Zhou Meng said: "Can you take me to see one?"

"I won't take you," Chen Yu smiled: "I still don't know what's going on with the Mountain Spirit. If I take you rashly and the other party is very fierce, I won't be able to look after you."

"Fine, then describe it to me after you come back, or taking a photo would also work," Zhou Meng said with an excited face: "It would be even better if you could drag his corpse back."

"Drag his corpse back? What are you going to do?" Chen Yu looked at Zhou Meng with a surprised expression.

"Dissect it," Zhou Meng answered seriously: "I want to see what this thing actually is."

Chen Yu was left speechless: "Alright, I'll try my best. Old village chief, let's go back now. You keep an eye on the children, and I will go to the Blazing Fire Temple to check the situation."

"Good, good, Mr. Chen, thank you both," the old village chief looked at Chen Yu gratefully. Regarding Chen Yu, he truly had nothing more to say.

"Do you know the background of those few Daoists at the Blazing Fire Temple?" Chen Yu thought for a moment and asked again.

"I don't know, but I heard them say themselves that they believe in the Three Pure Ones," the village chief said: "None of us have ever gone into the Blazing Fire Temple to see what the situation is like."

"Believe in the Three Pure Ones?" Chen Yu sneered and said: "People who truly believe in the Three Pure Ones would not engage in these crooked Evil Path things. I'll go take a look first and bring back a few heads."

"Mr. Chen, you must be careful," the old village chief said uneasily.

"It's fine, these people can't do anything to me," Chen Yu smiled slightly.

Just at this moment, a villager ran over in a panic. As he ran, he shouted: "Old village chief, it's bad, old village chief, the Daoists from the Blazing Fire Temple have come."

"Isn't it not time yet? Why did they come early?" The old village chief couldn't help but be startled: "How many people came?"

"Three, the same ones who usually connect with us," the villager said in a panic: "What should we do, old village chief? I think they are here with ill intent this time."

"Take me to see," Chen Yu said calmly: "I don't believe they have three heads and six arms."

In front of the thatched hut where the children were locked up, three Daoists were already confronting the villagers.

The leading Daoist had a reddish complexion, and his face appeared very dark red in the firelight.

The other two were short in stature, perfectly embodying the words "short, fat, and stocky."

"Are you trying to stop us?" The red-faced Daoist stared coldly at the crowd in front: "I am an envoy sent by the Mountain Spirit. I have come here to speak for the Mountain Spirit. Do you dare to block me?"

"Whatever the matter is, wait until our old village chief returns. Before he returns, no one can take the children away," a villager shouted.

"That's right, before the old village chief returns, no one can take the children away," more and more people arrived.

Almost everyone in the stockade, men, women, old, and young, had come out, and everyone was filled with righteous indignation.

The atmosphere of this stockade was originally excellent. Everyone worked together, distributed according to labor, and everyone had a share of the hunted game and planted crops.

Even the widowed elderly who had lost their families could live here with peace of mind because everyone would not let them go hungry.

Therefore, this ugly, evil custom of using children as sacrifices had long since made the villagers extremely angry. So now, with Chen Yu fanning the flames a little, everyone ran out; they wanted to change this matter.

"Hehe, I think you are all crazy, right?" The red-faced Daoist sneered: "Do you really think you can go against the Mountain Spirit?"

"Our Mountain Spirit protects the entire mountain. If you make him angry, he will destroy your entire village," a short Daoist said coldly.