Yinshan Record

Chapter 77 The Monkey Takes the Blame
There is a bamboo house deep in the forest of Xuanshan Mountain.

The little fox lay on the ground, its white fur matted into a ball, as if it were holding something in and was in great discomfort.

The old fox, who looked like a young girl, gently pushed open the door to the outer room and looked at the bamboo house.

A swallow perched on the bamboo house, its body half embedded in the roof beam. The bird was still unsure of what to do, preening its feathers with its beak.

The old fox frowned. His own illusion techniques were still not enough to deceive the heavens and the earth. He didn't know how much more hard work he would have to put in to advance to the third rank.

The little fox seemed to have smelled the old fox's scent and raised its head excitedly.

"Auntie, are you back?"

Upon hearing this voice, the old fox's face fell, and he walked inside.

"If I don't come back, where can I go?" Aunt Mo muttered. "I have a bunch of money-losing girls at home. If I don't put in some effort, I'm afraid I'll make them lose everything in this Cloud Recesses."

"Diabolo isn't a money-loser." The little fox licked its fur.

“You are indeed not.” The old fox looked at the little fox and nodded with satisfaction: “I have met that kid. He was born with the virtue of wood and comes from a prestigious family. That old bastard Yu Lizi rarely takes on disciples, yet he passed on the Taiyin Dharma to this disciple.”

The old fox lay down comfortably on the bamboo bed in the main hall.

"Back then, when the ancestor of the Tushan family saw Si Wenming, he took her without saying a word. And what happened? Now, people in the East Sea call their sluts 'fairies' and dare not utter a single word about them. It's clear that it's better to act sooner rather than later."

The little fox hummed twice.

"Auntie is still the most cunning."

"How can you get by without being cunning? Your great-aunt, third great-aunt, and sixth great-aunt are all money-losers. Their legs go weak at the sight of men. They just go looking for useless poor scholars to freeload off."

"His cultivation is inadequate; he can't withstand three of your moves."

"With Yu Lizi around, would I really kill him? Just a token gesture is enough. I'm playing the villain so he'll think more highly of you." The old fox frowned. "You're smart, but you're foolish at heart. You have to coax a man, and you also have to beat him."

The old fox looked at the little fox.

"Cultivate diligently. Don't leave this room until you reach the seventh rank and transform into human form. This time, several families are working together to wipe out the Black Mountain Monster. Huang Tiandao's side is represented by Yu Lizi. That guy's thunder magic is powerful. If he sees you, you little hairy brat, and gets angry, I won't be able to protect you either."

"He's such a nice guy, he even said he wants to propose marriage to our family."

"A man's mouth is a deceitful devil. Even a Taoist priest's mouth can deceive a fairy until she's naked. Focus on your cultivation and don't think so much."

Kongzhu looked around at the various decorations: the table made of bamboo strips, the paintings of ladies hanging on the wall, and the blue-green teacups and tea bowls. Her aunt's illusion magic was getting more and more powerful.

Within the Xuan Mountain, various demon kings gathered their forces, large and small, and assembled outside the city of Duju.

The Black Mountain Monster, draped in a dark cloak, sat high on the city lord's throne, holding a wine cup in his hand and taking a few sips.

He was dressed like a scholar, with an appearance no different from an ordinary person, and slowly turned the pages of a book in his hand.

If one did not know the true nature of the matter, no one would be able to tell that this seemingly ordinary scholar was actually the Lion-Blue Lotus, a manifestation of the Tathagata's demonic thoughts.

Inside the main hall, several demon kings, including Feng Jiunan and Yu Tujun, were seated, their faces solemn, awaiting orders.

A fierce wolf spirit with an iron back knelt below, reporting military intelligence.

"The Yin-Yang Dharma King has already sent someone back to say that he is indifferent to worldly affairs, and that he is a king behind closed doors, and that the upheavals of heaven and earth are none of his concern."

"Madam Xue said that she already has the imperial edict from the Great Liang Dynasty and will soon be able to become a local deity. She has no need for the Lord's innate divine talisman."

"We don't know where that scoundrel Dushan Jun has gone. We can't find him. And General Pi's men came back to report that he was killed by the cultivators. We checked the files and the ones who did it should be Song Qi from Shanyin County and Lin Jiugong from Guobei County."

Yu Tu Jun was a white tiger. He stood up and waved his hand, signaling the Iron-Backed Wolf to leave.

He frowned and paced back and forth in the lobby.

"The Yin-Yang Old Ghost claims to be protecting himself, and that by not taking action, he is actually helping others to deal with us."

"And that female ghost, she's practically a traitor."

Yu Tujun paced back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back.

“These are all minor matters; they can’t pull any tricks.” Baihu turned to look at Feng Jiunan on the other side.

"The most urgent task is to collect all nine pages of the golden book."

"Of the nine pages of the golden book, we have already obtained five pages. Two pages are with Lord Dushan, one page is with the Chang family in Licheng, and one page is at the Niushou Mountain Tomb."

Feng Jiunan stood up from his seat. He was a wild boar spirit with bristling mane and tusks like swords.

Feng Jiu said, "I'll go to Licheng first and find that page of the golden book."

Yu Tujun nodded in response: "Okay, I'll go to Niushou Mountain."

Yu Tujun and Feng Jiunan ignored the Black Mountain Monster sitting on the top and left the hall, riding away on the demonic wind.

The Black Mountain Monster didn't care at all that the two great demons had left; he simply turned another page of the book in his hand.

At this moment, Su Che had already left the Niushou Mountain Tomb with Lin Jiugong and Song Qi.

The corpses of Chu Yuan and the others were hastily piled together, sprinkled with cinnabar, and a few yellow talismans were attached as a marker, waiting to be buried.

The headless corpse of "Yuan Caiyi" moved slightly, and a wisp of white mist emanated from its neck, gradually transforming into a white lotus.

The lotus flower sometimes grew large and sometimes small, and finally closed up completely, transforming into a flower bud.

When it opened its mouth again, it revealed a face with a pointed snout and monkey-like cheeks.

Wuzhiqi exhaled a breath of stale air and slowly got up from the ground.

He has cultivated the Eight-Nine Yuan Technique and possesses the ability to perform countless transformations.

Before reaching the third rank, there are eight substitute energies that can offset eight death calamities.

Wuzhiqi was able to escape the pursuit of the Censorate thanks to the protection of these eight substitute death energies.

Unexpectedly, the old lion's arrangement had already wiped out one of our forces in this great tomb.

Then, another aura appeared from nowhere, and it seemed to be at least a fourth-grade cultivator, which frightened Wuzhiqi so much that he shrank back.

"If we lose money like crazy, we'll run into that little fox and make her bleed."

Wuzhiqi looked at her skirt and wondered where all those footprints had gotten on it.

Who stepped on this?

He pulled a steel rod from under his skirt and gently twirled it.

Fortunately, we still have this iron bar.

Wuzhiqi slowly moved into the inner tomb chamber, only to find that the walls were covered with white lotuses.

If you arrive too late, the other party will have already taken all the benefits.

Enraged, the water monkey brandished its iron rod and strode away.

As soon as I stepped out of the tomb, I felt a gust of evil wind blowing from the sky.

"What a thief!"

Wuzhiqi roused himself and met the golden wind with his iron rod.

"Take out the golden book, and I'll spare your life."

At the end of the golden autumn wind, there seemed to be bursts of tiger roars.

"What a load of bullshit Golden Book!"

"Without further ado!"

Wuzhiqi shook the iron rod in his hand, making it spin around in the golden wind.

What kind of feng shui is this Xuan Mountain? Where did this fifth-rank demon come from?
(End of this chapter)