A life of idleness in the world of demons

Chapter 87, Section 86: Demon Station, Return to the Desert (8.3K words - Long chapter, please subscribe)
Under the moonlit window, Ning Xuan listened to Lu Xuezhi humming a lullaby.

It was an ultimate tenderness, a mother's love for her child.

This gentleness made it impossible for Ning Xuan to connect the kind and virtuous woman in front of him with the shrewish and foolish young lady from before.

His heart was melting with the music.

But he didn't ask what piece of music it was.

What the piece of music is is not important.

The important thing is the person humming the tune.

Perhaps feeling the sense of security conveyed by this gentleness, Xiao Xuanxue, after eating and drinking her fill, kicked her little legs, sucked her fingers, and obediently drifted off to sleep.

"Xuanxue is asleep." Lu Xuezhi's soft voice, like a kitten stealing fish, came from afar, carrying a charm and womanhood that a young girl could never possess.

Ning Xuan quietly slipped into the covers.

The kitten that had stolen some fish wiggled its tail.

Ning Xuan offered words of comfort, reassuring his wife, who had just become a beautiful young woman, about the day's hardships.

in fact
Xiao Xuanxue can be cared for by a wet nurse, and there are many experienced wet nurses. In addition to wet nurses, there are also a bunch of maids who serve her.

Strangely, while Sister-in-law Yunyi used a wet nurse, Lu Xuezhi, the young lady of the Jiedushi's mansion, insisted on doing everything herself.

She has children every day, whether she opens her eyes or closes them.

Ning Xuan hadn't heard her use words like "Five Poisons Sect," "Your Majesty," "Heavenly Martial King," or "I'm so angry" for several months.

This shows that having children was the right thing to do.

Even though this request was initially made by both the mother-in-law and the mother.

My mother doesn't have any bad intentions; she just wants to see her granddaughter.

But the situation is less certain with the mother-in-law.
the other side.
On a moonlit night.

In the Zen room.

Ning Xuan, dressed in the clothes of a leopard spirit, was sitting on a futon.

Suddenly, a gust of evil wind blew in from outside.

The peach blossoms in Kushi Temple suddenly seemed to have been hit hard by several bamboo poles, and many flowers fell from the branches, scattering in the wind like a rain of peach blossoms hitting the meditation room.

Bang!
A window opened.

Thump! Squeak!
The door opened.

Ning Xuan, who was on the futon, opened his eyes and looked outside.

A figure stood amidst the peach blossoms in the courtyard. In the moonlight, the figure appeared as an old monk with white hair, reflected in his eyes like a mirror. Outside the temple, there was a faint golden light barrier, so no matter what happened inside, no one outside would know.

The white-haired old monk looked at the other white-haired old monk with the same appearance on the futon in the room, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He moved swiftly, about to pounce.

At that moment, his expression suddenly froze.

Because the abbot, who looked like an old monk with white hair, was sitting on the meditation cushion one moment and the next he had transformed into a leopard with a golden leopard head, wearing a kasaya, sitting upright in the meditation room.

"Hey, first come, first served," Leopard Head growled in a low voice, threateningly.

The white-haired old monk in the courtyard stopped in his tracks, stood there stunned for a long while, and finally his figure swayed, revealing a brownish-red jackal's head above his collar.

This is a jackal demon.

The jackal demon stood there, watching the leopard demon traveling with him in the Zen temple, and said resentfully, "You didn't leave any mark, how was I supposed to know?! I came for nothing!"

The one wearing the leopard demon's clothes is naturally Ning Xuan.

At this moment, he was quite glad that he had become a Zen master. Otherwise, killing one would only result in another, which would be incredibly annoying.

Ning Xuan said, "There are some terrifyingly powerful individuals here. I regretted coming here as soon as I arrived. How could I dare to leave any marks?"

Looking at his fearful expression, the jackal demon said, "It seems we have to go to even farther places to spread our faith. Leizhou is too scary, and the area around Leizhou is also scary. I'm thinking of grabbing a bunch of opportunities and then going back."

Ning Xuan asked, "Where is the opportunity?"

The jackal demon sized him up and asked, "You've reached the second rank, haven't you?"

Ning Xuan said, "Yes."

As he spoke, he spread his arms wide, and fine scales immediately appeared on the leopard's claws.

The jackal demon moved, revealing fine scales all over its body, and then sighed, "The Great Bodhisattva has taken in many powerful believers, and those believers are all vying for the position of his attendant. We second-rank demons are already a bit lacking."

As he spoke, his eyes darted around, and he said, "How about we do it together?"

Ning Xuan showed interest.

The jackal demon whispered, "There's an opportunity in the desert."

Ning Xuan asked, "What opportunity?"

The jackal demon said, "The final stop of Leizhou Post Station is a place in the desert called Shanmo Palace. Previously, demons were not allowed to go to that final stop, but now it's open."

I heard that an entire ancient sect of disciples was trapped there for over a year, and now they are all extremely weak!

"Woof woof woof, you know what I mean, baby. There must be lots of treasures. Even if we don't get to eat meat, we can at least get some soup while we're out and about, right?"

It had already excitedly barked.

Then, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he said, "Let's go together and split the treasure equally."

Two pairs of demonic eyes stared at each other in a sinister gaze.

"Let's go!" Ning Xuan gritted his teeth.

"My name is Zhao Chai, what's yours?"

"Powerful Leopard".

"Good name!"

The two demons, bound by fate, traveled together. However, when they left the Bitter Monastery, they were unwilling to leave, so they both urinated in the corner of the wall as a way of marking their spot.

Urine best reveals the aura of demons and can also make demons keenly aware of it, thus avoiding approach and conflict. This is what the jackal demon referred to as "leaving a mark".

Both of these demons are followers of the "Secret Pearl Black Heaven Bodhisattva" and are competing to become his "attendants".

Ning Xuan couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Is there only one bodhisattva who comes here to spread faith?
What about the others?
Or perhaps he has a special connection with this Bodhisattva?

He had not undergone soul fusion, so he did not know the reason.
However, it doesn't matter; he can slowly extract information from the jackal demon.

The two demons left Wangyue Mansion overnight. When they stood in front of a stream in the mountains, the dawn light shone down and made the stream sparkle.

Ning Xuan pushed aside the knee-high grass, rushed to the stream, and dipped his paw into the water to shake it. The light in the stream was shattered, like countless golden fish dancing wildly.

The stream water was icy cold. He bent down, licked it with his tongue, and then sipped it slowly.

Zhao Chai, standing nearby, burst into laughter, saying, "Jing Bao, you're already a second-rank demon, how can you still be so ignorant of manners? With such wildness, you'll probably be called a beast!"

Having said that, it solemnly scooped up the spring water with its paws and brought it to its mouth, which was full of fangs and had protruding teeth, and slowly drank it down like a human scholar.

Ning Xuan bared his teeth fiercely.

Licking with his tongue was a "demon action standard" he summarized after killing many minor demons in Wangyue Mansion. However, the demons in Wangyue Mansion who had reached the Heavenly Realm were first-rank demons. He had killed second-rank demons before, but he had never studied it in detail. He did not expect that they would be so serious and particular about it.

Zhao Chai earnestly instructed, "If you want to become a disciple of a great Bodhisattva, you must learn to act like a human but a dog."

Ning Xuan felt it was a strange thing.

He had thought about many things in his life, but he never imagined that he would be instructed by a jackal on how to become a human being.

He forced a smile, solemnly scooped up some water, brought it to his lips, and took a sip.

Cool.

So refreshing!

The coolness is secondary; what's more important is the feeling of boundless freedom, like a caged bird being released from its cage.

Early in the morning.

A celestial master arrived from afar and landed in the outer courtyard of the Ning residence, requesting an audience with General An Yuanning.

Although Ning Xuan had a feeling of "stepping down," his position was not actually revoked.

In addition, everyone knew that he was very powerful and that he and the daughter of the governor's family had a daughter, so no one was foolish enough to come and mock him. On the contrary, they all showed him even more respect.

After Ning Xuan came out, the Celestial Master stepped forward and whispered, "Prefect Ning asked me to tell the General that there is a problem with the Kushi Zen Temple."

Last year, the women in the family went to pray for blessings, and that very night the abbot of Kushi Zen Temple changed from Cihai to Cijue.

This year, just yesterday, the women prayed for blessings and fulfilled their vows again, but Cijue disappeared that very night.

Furthermore, Cijue suddenly left while the women were burning incense. The prefect felt that there was something seriously wrong.

But he investigated and investigated, yet could not find a reason, which is why he sent me to inform the general.

Ning Xuan secretly praised his elder brother, "My brother is still very vigilant," and then summoned Lan Yu and Granny Qin.

Upon hearing this, the two elders' eyes turned cold.

Shame on you.

Yesterday, the three of them went to investigate together, but they didn't find anything wrong.

Ning Xuan said, "I need to stay home with my wife, so only the two of you can go."

Old Man Lan Yu and Granny Qin exchanged a glance, and Granny Qin said, "I'll go."

Ning Xuan reminded her, "Madam really likes that Zen temple; she's been there twice already."

Granny Qin said, "I will not destroy the Zen temple."

Ning Xuan asked, "Teacher, aren't you going?"

Lan Yu smiled and said, "If this old servant goes, then Granny Qin won't go."

"Oh? Staring at me?" Ning Xuan met the old man's gaze with interest and asked, "Why?"

Lan Yu didn't answer that question, but instead said, "This old servant dares to say something, but what kind of destiny one chooses to establish is very important. Does the young master necessarily have to choose a Yang destiny?"

Ning Xuan said, "Didn't you say before that you had a secret technique?"

Lan Yu said, "Once you establish a Yang destiny, you can't establish a Yin destiny. Young master is so smart, you must have heard of this saying."

Ning Xuan asked in a deep voice, "What did you say?"

“Those who are not of our kind must be killed,” Lan Yu said. “If you really want to gain my trust, then you’d better watch your step and not go astray.”

Ning Xuan asked, "You want me to drain myself dry?"

Lan Yu said, "The son-in-law is an anomaly. He can absorb and replenish at the same time, isn't that enough?"

While the two were talking, Granny Qin had already gone far away.

Ning Xuan said, "Let me think about it."

In the past, this might have been impossible, but now that he has cultivated the Twin Souls Curse, with one soul in two forms and the ability to switch between them at will, wouldn't it be perfect for him to cultivate Yin and Yang at the same time?
He strolled back to the blacksmith's shop, through the light barrier.

Once I stepped outside, I realized that this place felt like a prison.

Blue Rain imprisoned him, and he imprisoned Blue Rain in return.

Home is also a cage, only a cage that is extremely gentle.

Today, he didn't continue cultivating his Yang Soul Body or striving for the mid-stage of the fourth rank of the Life Establishment Realm, because it was too slow—it was a process of accumulation. He could improve his cultivation speed through comprehension, but he couldn't accelerate this accumulation process; it was entirely dependent on the external environment.

Thinking of this, he suddenly extinguished the flames in the furnace, took out the "Taiyin True Scripture," and looked at the fourth-grade cultivation method.

By infusing a bit of yang energy into the body of the spirit through clothing, it can be made whole.

The advantage is that his current spirit body is fully capable of doing this, and because this body is his own, the process of injecting yang energy will be much easier.

The downside is that once he cultivates in this way, the [Heavenly Demon Scroll] will be in a state of continuous occupation unless he finds a way to solve this problem.

There is always a trade-off between gaining and losing.

He will gain the qualification to "stand alone in both Yin and Yang destinies"; but he will lose the ability to change the [Heavenly Demon Talisman] at any time.

Ning Xuan pondered for a while and made up his mind.

He took out a small porcelain bottle.

The porcelain bottle contained the blood of the lesser demons he had previously killed.

A drop of essence and blood was used to begin the refining of the talisman.

He entered the nightmare world and began the process of trying to absorb yang energy.

Breakthroughs are a technical skill, not a skill that requires accumulation.

In the [Tianyouzi Tianmolu] state, his spirit is 29.999 (33), which is more than enough to break through.

According to the "True Canon of the Taiyin," the difficulty in achieving this breakthrough lies in its "precision" and "limited scope."

The clothes can no longer be cultivated; the yang energy inside is limited. Each time you absorb it, it's gone. After a few failures, it's all gone.

To inject a trace of yang energy into a congenitally incomplete yin soul and make it whole is an act that sounds like "defying fate." To succeed, one would have to try countless times.

But just a few failures will ruin the clothes you've worked so hard to find.

Therefore, the Taiyin Ghost needs a lot of clothes.

But Ning Xuan didn't have this problem.

He is capable of cultivation. Even if he fails to absorb the essence once, he can still cultivate it again. It's not like he'll lose it after a few attempts.

He can try it in the nightmare world; he can try many times until he finds the method with the highest success rate.

That night, Lu Xuezhi finally managed to coax Xiao Xuanxue to sleep. The couple were enjoying their time together when suddenly golden light surged outside the door. However, Granny Qin did not disturb them and turned back into the room.

Ning Xuan knew that she had resolved the matter at the Kushi Zen Temple, so she didn't go out and continued to sleep peacefully.

The next morning, Granny Qin found Ning Xuan.

"Young master, we've found out. They are followers of the Bodhisattva. With incense and scriptures, plus the treasures bestowed upon them by the Bodhisattva for traveling among humans, they couldn't be detected. However, those demons clearly noticed us, which is why they were so frightened that they fled one after another."

"Oh? Then what should we do?"

"That demon disguised as Cijue is quite clever of himself, leaving his presence outside the Kushi Zen Temple, presumably intending to make this place his own territory."

The monks in the monastery only knew that the abbot had gone on a pilgrimage, but they didn't know where he had gone.

What is the meaning of the word?
Instead of setting up a proper abbot's quarters, the demonic aura is allowed to linger outside, thus blocking out those with ulterior motives.

To ensure safety, I will go check on it every now and then.

"Okay." Ning Xuan nodded.

Looking at him, Granny Qin suddenly said, "For some reason, the young master seems more comfortable today."

She was certainly comfortable; Ning Xuan was deliberately releasing the aura of a vengeful spirit at this moment.

However, he did not answer.

The truth is what the other person discovers for themselves.

As expected, Granny Qin began to look around, and she spotted the blacksmith shop.

The blacksmith shop has closed down.

Overnight, the internal temperature dissipated, and instead of being scorching hot, it had a chilly feel.

Granny Qin couldn't help but laugh and said, "The young master is really becoming more and more like a young master."

Old Man Lan Yu also saw it. He didn't expect Ning Xuan to be so obedient. He was a little stunned for a moment. It wasn't until he saw Ning Xuan walk back into the blacksmith shop and open the light barrier again that his expression changed. Then he turned his head and suppressed the sneer at the corner of his mouth.

He really wanted to laugh.

This son-in-law, being an anomaly, although he devoured Tianyouzi and possessed the characteristics of a Yin ghost, is actually best suited to a Yang destiny. Unexpectedly, after only a few casual words of persuasion, the son-in-law changed his mind.

If a son-in-law establishes a yin fate, then he is establishing the yin fate of a "secluded ghost".

What are mere claustrophobic ghosts compared to the Yin ghosts?
Even if the son-in-law manages to break through to the fourth rank and establish a Yin destiny with great difficulty, the Yang energy in his body should be almost exhausted, and he will be at the point of exhaustion. At that time, the son-in-law will become a true Taiyin ghost, a ghost confined to the underworld.

The son-in-law lost his greatest advantage.

He should have established his Yang destiny and continued on his path until his Yang energy was abundant and inexhaustible, at which point he could have attempted to perfect his Yin spirit. That would have been the correct path.

Originally, the son-in-law possessed a powerful yang soul body and simultaneously became a yin ghost, existing as an anomaly.

But now, he is about to be lost among the ghosts.

Old Man Lan Yu couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth.

He suddenly moved, and a layer of light shield appeared around him.

He naturally also had something like a light barrier.

The old woman, who had been looking gentle, suddenly grinned, revealing a chilling smile, and said, "Look what you've done."

Old Man Lan Yu said, "Didn't you also say he's becoming more and more like a son-in-law? Isn't this helping me?"

Their eyes immediately started rolling around, filled with an eerie and gloating aura.

Old Man Lan Yu chuckled and said, "Do you think he really believes we're doing this for his own good?"

"Won't Her Highness be angry with us?" asked Granny Qin.

The old man Lan Yu said, "The Empress wouldn't care about the feelings of a claustrophobic ghost. She changed her mind after I said a few words to her."

A son-in-law like that would be better off just becoming a claustrophobic ghost; otherwise, if he were to enter the Zixia Temple as an alien, he would be even more severely harmed.

Although he merged with the claustrophobic spirit, he had absolutely no understanding of what we were.

Granny Qin laughed and said, "Isn't there enough in his body to absorb? This body is his own. He can't even change his clothes."

I suspect he will achieve nothing. He lacks the necessary yang energy to experiment and establish a yin destiny, and he can no longer return to the level of establishing a yang destiny.

It's possible that he might only reach the third rank in this lifetime. After all, the Empress wouldn't allow him to change into any other clothes for the sake of her young mistress.

Old Man Blue Rain said, "That would be really bad luck."

The two looked at each other and let out a low, chilling laugh.

His resentful expression was filled with darkness and indifference.

The Taiyin Ghost is a ghost, a collection of resentment, and even its spells are curses.

They are just wearing clothes.

They walk the world using the experience they gain from clothing, but what do the clothes think have to do with them?
Their laughter, their tears, their love, their hate—all are merely expressions of their clothing.

Once the light barrier was removed, Elder Blue Rain and Granny Qin returned to their original appearances.

Granny Qin said, "Today, this old woman seems to like the young master very much."

Old Man Lan Yu nodded in praise, "He truly deserves to be called a son-in-law."

In the blacksmith shop
Ning Xuan closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again.

The attempt to enter the nightmare world was extremely difficult.

Finding the right way to continue is too difficult.

He had used up all the demon blood he had stored up.

Finding new little demons is also quite troublesome.

"Jingbao, we're almost at Guapiao Gorge Market. Let's resupply."

"it is good."

Two figures disappeared into a light barrier.

The inside was surprisingly lively.

But then a skull lantern hung in the air, its eerie green light illuminating the street.

The streets are filled with demons, monsters, and evil spirits.

What they sell are human legs and livers, and stacks of cleaned intestines.

Several little demons were running back and forth, scrambling for a string of candied hawthorns, which were made by human fingers using bamboo tips and sprinkled with sugar on the blood.

As Ning Xuan and the jackal demon walked by, the demon carrying the candied hawthorn skewer came up with a smile and said, "Want to buy one, sir? Just give me something in return."

The jackal demon sneered, "You bloodthirsty beast!"

The demon immediately bared its teeth.

Suddenly, fine scales appeared all over the jackal demon's body, and the demon was so frightened that it retreated.

The jackal demon snorted coldly and walked into a stone house without looking back. Ning Xuan followed him inside.

This stone house sells information about the surrounding area.

The jackal demons' payment method was quite strange.

He took out a copy of the "Black Heaven Scripture," recited a few lines, and the demon who provided the information was satisfied.

After the two walked out, the jackal demon said, "Jingbao, you'll have to pay for the intelligence next time."

Ning Xuan nodded and glanced around.

There are many demons in this market, and it seems that a second-rank demon can do whatever he wants here.

Several days later.
Guapiao Gorge Market.

Bang!
The skull lantern exploded.

The shop containing human legs, livers, and intestines was completely overturned.

The demon selling candied hawthorns was instantly killed.

The old man with blue rain grinned as he darted among them.

"Dare to hold a gathering near Xinghe County? You're asking for death!!"

One by one, the demons were smashed to pieces without any power to resist.

Ning Xuan stood with his hands behind his back.

He is the son-in-law.

You definitely don't need to do the fighting yourself.

Leave such matters to this old servant.

He cherished the opportunity to freely use Elder Lan Yu and Granny Qin.

At this moment, the old man Blue Rain rampaged wildly, committing a frenzied massacre.

As for those who tried to escape using sorcery, Granny Qin, who was standing beside Ning Xuan, used the "Shrinking Earth Technique" to send them back to their original positions.

Shrinking the earth is something even a second-rank celestial master can do, let alone a grand celestial master like Granny Qin, who is very likely a fourth-rank master.

The demons looked in despair at the figure shrouded in black robes high above.

The old woman behind that figure was a devil, and the old servant that figure sent out was an even bigger monster.
They couldn't fathom the noble status of this figure, or why a Taoist master and a young disciple beside him could be so terrifying.

But if they really knew the identities of these three people and their relationship, they would be dumbfounded, their eyes wide open, and they would never believe it.
On the surface, it seems like just a wealthy young master leading his Taoist disciples to slay demons and monsters, but behind it all lies a vast, profound, and complex story.

If we also include Ning Xuan's "twin ghosts," and that mysterious mother-in-law...
This water is so deep you can't see the bottom!
Hidden within are twists and turns, undercurrents and turbulent currents, all of which are tombs where bones can be buried!
But these three people stood there simply, like a wealthy lord leading a Taoist master and his apprentice to slay demons.

Seeing the blood flowing like a river as the old man Lan Yu killed, Ning Xuan casually took a small porcelain bottle, then jumped down and began leisurely filling the bottle with blood one by one.

Granny Qin, watching with curiosity, asked, "What is the young master doing?"

Ning Xuan grinned, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

Granny Qin quite appreciated this smile. With the air of continuing to tease her son-in-law, she smiled kindly and said, "My son-in-law is becoming more and more approachable."

Ning Xuan played along, chuckling smugly a few times before saying in a hoarse voice, "Just a little hobby."

As he spoke, he had already filled a porcelain bottle.

Granny Qin asked, "Does the young master like blood?"

Ning Xuan said, "I don't know why, but ever since I digested that secluded ghost, I've developed a liking for blood. I wish I could fill the secluded room with blood collections, and the more powerful the demon's blood, the more I like it."

As he spoke, he held up the porcelain bottle, tilted his head back in enjoyment, took a deep breath, and said hoarsely, "I can almost see what they looked like when they were alive, see their struggles before they died. Beautiful, so incredibly beautiful, hehehehehehe!!"

Granny Qin was taken aback, thinking to herself, "Could this claustrophobic ghost have mutated, or is this just how it is with other species?"

Ning Xuan had his own purpose in doing this.

His goal was to spread his hobby, and then maybe someone would use it to make a deal with him? After all, killing a demon and taking its blood would be a piece of cake.

This saved him a lot of time and energy searching for powerful demons.

Planning never needs to be grand; a small action or a simple word can accomplish it.

Old Man Lan Yu coaxed him, telling him to ruin his future with just one sentence.

He only needed someone to help him find and collect the blood of powerful demons, and that was all he asked for.

During a trip to the market town of Guapiao Gorge, Ning Xuan collected enough Heavenly Demon blood, and the weakness of these Heavenly Demons had been tested.

He continued testing in order to find the correct and skillful method of absorbing yang energy.

He needs to succeed twice in a row before he can cultivate on himself and break through.

That evening, Ning Gang found him and hesitated for a long time before asking, "Second brother, did you kill a lot of demons today?"

"what happened?"

"Today, I received a lot of dragon energy."

"Yes, kill him."

"Where was it killed? I... I'll have someone collect more flesh and blood; I also need to refine pills."

Ning Xuan gave the location name.

Ning Gang hurriedly arranged for someone to go.

Now, he is the prefect and also the head of the Ning family. He has to do what a prefect should do: maintain order. He also has to fulfill the responsibilities of the head of the family: to expand their power.

Dragon energy and demon cores are both essential resources for expanding one's power.

Looking at his elder brother's hurried and excited appearance, Ning Xuan knew that this was just a small microcosm of the dynasty.

This can be achieved in a single place like Guapiaoshan Market.

That.
What about Leizhou?

The next day
In the evening, the torrential rain continued unabated.

"We've arrived, Jinbao. We're lucky, but the post station won't be operational until late at night."

Zhao Cai shook off the rain and seemed quite happy.

Ning Xuan looked at the post station in front of him.

The atmosphere was eerie. There were many corpse horses, numbering over a thousand, with stiff limbs covered in lividity and bloodshot eyes, staring intently into the distance.

The feeding troughs in front of the horses were empty, but the corpse horses didn't eat anything either.

This is the Demon Station.

Ning Xuan never imagined that he would meet the Demon Station in this way.

He came here not to solve the problem of the Demon Station, but to use it to get to the Mountain Palace in the desert.

Zhao Jie swept around.

There was a long queue at the Demon Station.

Zhao Chai whispered, "I'm afraid they're all going over there. The more they go, the easier it is to fish in troubled waters."

Ning Xuan listened to the sounds around him.

In an instant, a cacophony of buzzing sounds filled his ears, the most frequent being words like "Yama Palace," "one year," "ancient heritage," "weak," "treasure," "finally opened," and "a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
He began to wait quietly.

Suddenly, he heard boastful voices coming from afar, clearly spoken by a demon companion.

"This demon station was originally a terrible enemy of this flesh-and-human world, but after being tamed by Mahakala Bodhisattva, it became a believer and is now used by us."

Then a group of demons whispered, "Namo Mizhu Mahakala Bodhisattva".

Zhao Cai clasped his hands together and began to chant devoutly.

Ning Xuan was the same.

For a time, the entire post station was filled with the sound of "Namo Mizhu Mahakala Bodhisattva".

Ning Xuan got the answer he wanted.

That's outrageous.
This group that broke into Leizhou and wanted to spread their faith was actually only one thing: the faith in "Mahakala Bodhisattva".

Even more outrageous is...
This is clearly an extremely powerful Yin Ghost Station, yet it is serving demons and even claims to have been tamed by "Mahakala Bodhisattva" and turned into a believer.

If the Bodhisattva Mahakala is really that powerful, why does he need to be a great Bodhisattva? He could just be a Buddha, go to the capital and wipe out the Zixia Temple, then destroy the Zixia Holy Sect. Why bother with all that trouble?
"General Ning! Brother Ning! Oh!"

The excited voice was followed by a long sigh.

The once dark-skinned, fat man in brocade robes is still just as fat.

Liu Shirong, the eldest son of the "Wealthy Merchant Guild," was sitting opposite Ning Xuan in the Ning family's reception room.

Ning Xuan asked, "What brings you to visit me today, Young Master Liu?"

Liu Shirong hurriedly stood up, waving his hands repeatedly, and said, "I'm not worthy of such praise, I'm just feeling melancholy."

As he spoke, he said, "This trip back from the Western Regions is the last one for my Wealthy Merchant Guild."

Ning Xuan asked, "Why? Are there too many demons?"

Liu Shirong said, "No matter how many demons there are, they still have to recognize the statue of the Mountain God. However, the Mountain God of the Mountain Mo Sect suddenly returned to the divine realm and no longer cares about worldly affairs."

I didn't see the monkey leave, but I felt it deeply. I cried my eyes out, and we all cried. We felt empty and extremely sad, but we didn't know why we felt so sad.

Later, we learned that the mountain spirit had left.

However, it's all over now. It's like waking up from a long dream, and I'm still a little curious about why I suddenly started worshipping a foreign god in my dream.

Ning Xuan narrowed his eyes subtly and asked with a smile, "You don't believe me now?"

Liu Shirong said, "I don't believe it anymore."

Based on what Ning Xuan had heard in the demon world, he roughly guessed that the belief structure of the demon world was "pyramid-shaped," like a pyramid scheme. The people at the top of the pyramid only needed to recruit people at the next level as believers, and the next level recruited people at the next level, and so on.
Therefore, when the person above Liu Shirong got into trouble, this faith disappeared.

only.
"Has the Mountain God suddenly returned to the realm of gods?"

"Yes, they say the Mountain God Cult is almost gone. I wonder what happened. Sigh, it's all like a dream, a dream."

“Jingbao, we’ve arrived. Let’s go. This horse will get us to our destination, the Shanmo Sect, in a matter of breaths,” Zhao Chai said excitedly. “This is a rare opportunity. The Shanmo Sect has never been open to us before, and they don’t allow us to go there casually.”

"Yes, it's a rare opportunity."

Ning Xuan responded indifferently and mounted a corpse horse.

A moment later, the screen switched.

One moment it was a gloomy and eerie post station, the next it was a desert covered in silver frost.

More than a year later, he returned, in a way he never imagined, to this foggy place.

(End of this chapter)