Chapter 1212: The Demon Cultivator

The words of this Daoist made these villagers somewhat afraid; after all, traditions lasting hundreds of years had long been deeply rooted in their hearts.

Therefore, now that these people offered a slight intimidation, it made everyone shrink back a little.

"But we must wait for the village chief to return; before the village chief returns, no one is allowed to take these children away," someone said, gathering their courage.

"Right, that's correct. Our village chief has gone to meet an important guest, and this guest will have a way to resolve our situation," the villagers gathered their courage again.

"Someone has come to the village?" The red-faced Daoist was slightly surprised, then he sneered: "No wonder you are so bold; so it turns out someone has come to back you up."

"Heh, but in front of the Mountain God, it is useless no matter who you find. Today I want to see who exactly the person you found is, to give you such great courage."

Soon, the village chief hurried over with Chen Yu.

"Old thing, you finally returned?" Another short, fat Daoist sneered: "You let these villagers stop us; what exactly are you trying to do? Rebel?"

"I am not trying to rebel; I just want the children of our village to live," the old village chief said angrily: "We want to negotiate terms."

"What terms do you want to negotiate? Is what the Mountain God has given you not enough?" The red-faced Daoist said coldly: "Do not push your luck, otherwise it will be of no benefit to you."

"Using children as sacrifices is too contrary to the laws of heaven," the old village chief said: "You go back and tell the Mountain God that we can use cattle and sheep as sacrifices in the future; as long as we don't let the children go to their deaths, anything will do."

"Do you have the qualifications to negotiate terms with our God?" A short, fat Daoist sneered and said: "Have you forgotten what your lives were like before?"

"Now the Mountain God has given you peace, you should be grateful to him. It is just asking for a dozen children from your village whose spiritual wisdom has not yet fully opened; are you really that unwilling?"

"They are our children, not your sacrifices," the old village chief said angrily: "If this continues, our village will cease to exist."

"Old village chief, have you been bewitched by someone?" The red-faced Daoist said with a chuckle: "You must not listen to the nonsense of some people; these people have never seen the world and cannot solve your problems."

"Don't wait until the matter isn't solved, only to anger the Mountain God, and then have him send down divine punishment to wipe out your entire village."

The person mentioned by this red-faced Daoist was, of course, Chen Yu.

"Are you sent by the Mountain God?" Chen Yu stepped forward, looking at these few people with interest.

"That's right, we were sent by the Mountain God. Who are you?" A fat man looked at Chen Yu with squinted eyes.

"My name is Chen Yu, I came from the outside," Chen Yu said with a faint smile.

"Friend, I know that you people from the outside think you know a lot. You don't believe in ghosts and gods, you believe in science," the red-faced Daoist said with a chuckle.

"You know quite a lot," Chen Yu smiled: "It seems your experiences are not few either."

"When I have leisure time, I travel in all directions and have been to many places. People like you, honestly, I have seen plenty," the red-faced Daoist glanced at Chen Yu.

"But in this world, ghosts and gods do indeed exist. Just because you haven't seen them doesn't mean they don't exist."

"I know that ghosts and gods do indeed exist in this world," Chen Yu nodded and said: "But ghosts and gods would absolutely not act recklessly like you."

"We are acting recklessly?" The red-faced Daoist glanced at Chen Yu: "I am saving them. If it weren't for us, the Mountain God would never have let them live until now."

"What is the Mountain God like? Has everyone seen it?" Chen Yu turned his head to look at the crowd.

"No," everyone shook their heads.

In fact, everyone's understanding of the Mountain God was nothing more than things from murals and legends; none of them had actually seen the Mountain God.

"Are you the old gentleman? Have you seen it?" Chen Yu looked toward a centenarian.

This old man should be the oldest person in the village; he had white hair and looked to be at least over a hundred years old.

It is just that people in the Mountain eat and drink water that is very clean, unpolluted, and without additives, so even though this old man was a hundred years old, his spirit was just as good.

"I haven't. When my grandfather was alive, he did tell me that one night he went hunting in the mountains and saw something suspected to be the Mountain God," the old man shook his head slightly.

"Can you describe what it was like?" Chen Yu asked.

"Very tall... as tall as several stories," the old man recalled: "And it moved very fast. My grandfather only saw a shadow, and then it disappeared immediately."

"Very tall, very fast," Chen Yu nodded: "This is the so-called Mountain God? Forgive my bluntness, but actually many things can achieve this, but those things are beasts, not the Mountain God."

"You dare to blaspheme our Mountain God?" The three Daoists were furious and all took a step forward together.

They stared coldly at Chen Yu; if Chen Yu dared to say one more word of nonsense, they would not be polite to him.

"It is not me blaspheming your Immortal God, but rather your so-called God doesn't exist at all, right?" Chen Yu said coldly: "Don't tell me you few believe in the Three Pure Ones; the Three Pure Ones would not have believers like you."

"Friend, meddling in other people's business is not a good habit," the red-faced Daoist smiled: "I don't care what your identity or background is, get out now, otherwise don't blame us for being impolite."

"I originally didn't want to meddle in other people's business either, but since I arrived here, the old village chief has provided us with food and lodging, and I have received their kindness," Chen Yu smiled faintly: "Not repaying kindness is not my style of doing things."

"Then I'm sorry, you might end up losing your Life," the red-faced Daoist's expression became increasingly gloomy. He stared fixedly at Chen Yu, the knife in his hand already gripped tight.

"As for me, I have never been one to be threatened," Chen Yu said unhurriedly.

"I am not threatening you; I will truly kill you," the red-faced Daoist sneered: "This person is spreading rumors and blaspheming the Mountain God. Take his head to sacrifice to the Mountain God."

The red-faced Daoist waved his hand, and the two short, fat Daoists behind him moved.

Although these two Daoists were short, fat, and stout, their speed was truly not slow. The two took a step forward, their hands formed a strange Dao Seal, and then they pointed slightly at Chen Yu.

"Immobilization Curse..." In an instant, a massive Mind Power was sent over from the tips of their fingers.

The Immobilization Curse of these two was a type of curse technique triggered by Mind Power; it was somewhat similar to Daoist cultivation methods, but not quite, and should be a crooked path that formed its own lineage.