Yinshan Record

Chapter 113 Loyalty to the Emperor and Patriotism
"I can do it too! I can also be loyal to the emperor and love my country!"

He seems to be in good spirits.

Su Che thought to himself, "This ox must have had a lot of meat harvested in Dushan City; it's quite robust."

Upon seeing Su Che arrive, the guards hurriedly stepped forward to pay their respects.

"I have seen the punishment."

"Always so energetic?"

"The great demons that come out of Xuanshan and can change their form are truly human."

Judging from this, Xuanshan is a typical representative of high-quality varieties.

"Originally, when the demons attacked the city, the brothers didn't have enough manpower, so they killed all the suspects. Wasn't this ox sent by you? We just put a few extra locks on it and didn't do anything to it."

Su Che nodded; the Tiqi mission was still a safe bet.

"Find me one of our official robes; I'll go in and have a word with him."

Su Che gave the instructions.

The guard nodded and soon returned carrying a clean Qilin robe.

Su Che looked at this man, who seemed somewhat familiar. He was of medium height and build, with a clean, round face, a few white pockmarks on either side of his nose that didn't bother him, and a small mustache that added to his dashing appearance.

"May I ask your esteemed name, brother?"

“Lu Bai, the magistrate, has met with Su Lixing.”

Lu Bai sounds better than Lu Qian.

"Thank you for your trouble, Brother Lu. I will remember this."

Su Che patted Lu Bai on the shoulder, found a secluded place to change into the Qilin uniform of the Imperial Guard, and staggered into the Jiang family's dungeon.

It was clear that the Jiang family had put a lot of effort into the dungeon, digging it quite deep and paying attention to ventilation. Once down there, a cool breeze hit my face, and the surrounding area was filled with yin energy, suggesting that they had witnessed many deaths.

As soon as Su Che had this thought, a ball of Nine Netherworld Burning God Yin Fire the size of a bowl ignited in front of him, illuminating the road ahead. After taking a few steps forward, he saw the old ox, which was wrapped in seven or eight chains, sitting on the ground and roaring incessantly, shouting and pounding the ground with all its might.

"I was wronged!"

dong dong dong.

"I can also be loyal to the emperor and love my country!"

Boom boom boom boom.

The earth shook and the mountains trembled, a deafening roar.

This kind of annoyance can't be endured without years of cultivating inner strength.

Su Che realized that the imperial guard named Lu Bai hadn't killed the man, partly out of respect for him, and partly because Lu Bai was a very cultured man who must enjoy gardening and calligraphy.

"What are you yelling about?"

Su Che frowned as he looked at the old ox.

"It's you!"

Anger rose in the old ox's heart, and evil thoughts arose in his gall.

"Someone is impersonating a member of the Imperial Guard! Arrest him immediately!"

"What are you grabbing? Quiet down, calm down."

Su Che looked at the old ox: "Don't you understand? I am a member of the Imperial Guard. When I went to Dushan City before, I was an undercover agent."

The old ox stared at Su Che with its large, bell-like eyes. "You're actually a spy! According to the rules of our Dushan City, someone like you should have your heart and liver cut out as a sacrifice to the heavens!"

"Alright, I've met your mountain lord. If we follow the rules of Dushan City, he'll probably have to copy five hundred copies of the 'Buddhist Vow Sutra' to avert his karma."

Su Che didn't believe that the old ox was a simpleton. It was normal for a great demon who had cultivated to such a level to retain some of his nature. To say that he was stupid would be a joke.

The most basic skill for demon cultivators is learning to speak. Many powerful demons are eloquent and their eloquence is no less than that of famous monks in the West. Old Niu has a somewhat simple and honest nature, but to say that he is without the cunning of a demon would be absolutely false.

"Now you have two paths to choose from. One is to be sent to the front lines to serve. Considering your special talents, this service should mean serving as military rations, being cut into pieces every day, endlessly and without end. If it happens to coincide with a great victory to reward the soldiers, a great defeat to hold a banquet to boost morale, or the hard training to get an extra meal of meat, this path doesn't seem particularly bright."

"In addition, ox tendons and horns can be used to make bows, and ox hide can be used to make armor. These are all important military and national weapons. Ox testicles can also strengthen the kidneys and enhance male virility. Even if the entire army has to fast once or twice, skinning and tendon-pulling will probably be unavoidable."

After finishing his sentence, the old ox fell completely silent, its eyes wide open, as if all its strength had been drained away.

"This……"

"How could the court let go of a spirit like you? It will surely be passed down from son to son, and from grandson to grandson. Even if the Great Liang is gone, in any other dynasty, you will definitely serve in the army."

As Su Che spoke, he himself began to feel sorry for the old ox.

"The other way is to follow me."

The old ox's eyes lit up.

"Follow you?"

"We, the Imperial Guards, have always needed informants, especially in certain demon circles that only recognize demons. Therefore, we also need some Imperial Guards who are of demon origin."

Su Che changed the subject: "Actually, Boss Niu, we hit it off immediately, and I admire you a lot. Think about it, we got along quite well back in Dushan City."

Old Niu fell silent for a moment.

"Moreover, there are many benefits to joining the Imperial Guard. At least you will never have to worry about being captured and killed."

At most, they would be sent to the front lines to "serve".

The old ox remained silent for a moment, its eyes already bloodshot.

"Back in Dushan City, the Mountain Lord also introduced some classics of human literature for us to read and study. Besides enjoying those classics, I, Old Niu, also remembered a few sentences from them."

"As the saying goes, it's better to be a broken piece of jade than a whole piece of tile. If I'm really exiled to the army, at worst I'll just die..."

Old Niu looked at Su Che.

"...I'm not afraid of death, nor am I afraid of being torn to pieces. I, Old Niu, have also been educated in the mountains. Those books were not only delicious, but also had profound truths. I understand the principle that 'all people under heaven are of humble origins, and all soldiers under heaven are of noble character.' Mr. Zuo, I truly have a heart that is loyal to the emperor and devoted to serving the country of Daliang."

Old Niu said generously, "Mr. Zuo, if you say the word, I, Old Niu, will follow our Great Liang. From now on, I will be the ox of the Imperial Guard."

Your Dushan City management is really problematic. Who took a lot of kickbacks to buy these lousy books?

"Think about it again."

"No need to think about it anymore. My loyalty to the emperor and my love for the country are already burning with hunger. Quickly, quickly assign me a mission. I can't wait any longer. I want to infiltrate the enemy immediately."

"You should think about it again. Let's be cautious and honest from the start. If you dare to run away after joining the Imperial Guard, I'll expose your deeds to the world. Then it won't just be me who's coming after you. The only way to get peace is through death, and you might not even be able to die properly. You'll be caught and brought back to suffer."

This ox is no ordinary creature.

Among all the monsters in the world, some have bodies that are tough and impervious to water and fire, some can transform in countless ways, and some can even manifest the laws of heaven and earth. But there are monsters like the old ox whose flesh can grow back after being cut off.

It's really not a common sight. Otherwise, if the Taoist masters caught a few monsters, everyone wouldn't have to grow crops anymore, and they could happily eat minced meat together when there was a famine.

More than the cow itself, Su Che was more concerned with how the cow did it.

(End of this chapter)