Headless Immortal

Chapter 91 Peach Blossom Spring Demon Clan
"The temple keeper, Huang, is dead."

A sigh of regret and sadness falls slowly like autumn leaves.

The monk stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant Red Mountain. A long river flowed beneath his feet, reflecting the blue sky and fiery red maple leaves, and also revealing the monk's face.

With round eyes and a tapir-like nose, its drooping eyelids concealed the compassion in its eyes. Looking back, one could see terraced rice paddies and scattered figures of farmers busy at work in the vast, fertile fields.

The autumn harvest is over.

Mr. Ni stepped forward and said in a deep voice.

“With the death of the Living Buddha and the temple keeper, the government probably already knows the secret of Peach Blossom Village.”

The senior monk looked at Mr. Ni and asked, "In your opinion, what should be done?"

“As long as the people leave Peach Blossom Village with their gold and jewels, we will close the village off. In a few years, we can use their power to help the Living Buddha refine Meilan.”

Mr. Ni clasped his hands and explained his plan.

It could have been more ingenious. The initial plan was to use Qingquan Temple as a springboard to slowly erode Meilan's power, at which point the Living Buddha's magical abilities would be further enhanced.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

No matter how ingenious a plan is, its execution is never certain. The more interconnected the steps, the more likely problems are to arise. It's better to be simple and direct.

Even if they manage to defeat this wave of government troops by rallying their demon forces, the imperial court will not let the matter rest; it would be better for them to simply hide away.

Even with the Living Buddha's miraculous powers, the Demon Suppressor might not be able to find the entrance to Peach Blossom Spring.

The head monk nodded in agreement: "Okay."

dusk.

Taoyuan Township Altar.

The head monk, draped in a gray-green kasaya, sat cross-legged, gazing at the fiery red sky that stretched from the mountains to the water, and then at the villagers who were arriving one after another. Taoyuan Township had more than 300 households, some of whom were originally residents of Taoyuan Township, while others were refugees, lost, or were picked up by monsters because they could not survive.

With a severe drought in the Northwest and rampant banditry in the Southeast, this small Peach Blossom Village truly became a paradise on earth.

However, things are not peaceful now.

Shrimp soldiers and crab generals carried a huge box to the altar.

The jewels shimmered in the afterglow.

The crowd thronging in front of the stage showed no surprise or greed. What family didn't own several kilograms of such jewelry? It was less useful than manure used to irrigate rice paddies. The young people had little concept of jade and jewelry; only the village elders remembered the power and prestige of jade and jewelry outside of Peach Blossom Village.

Sturgeon Warrior and Catfish Warrior stood on either side, while the menacing shrimp soldiers and crab generals lined up in rows.

The other strangely shaped monsters stood silent.

Otter Scout, his face grave, pressed down on the double-pronged daggers at his waist. Frog Flag crossed his arms, his tongue gliding over his lips without striking the insect on the ground, his large eyes fixed on Mr. Ni's retreating figure.

"Bring it up!"

Amidst the banging of gongs and drums, strongmen carried over two boxes.

Upon opening it, there was a pile of gleaming silver.

"Let's divide it."

The monsters will then divide up the silver they earned through their hard work.

"why?"

The man who received the silver and jewels was puzzled and asked a question.

Mr. Ni bowed respectfully and then sighed, “The government has already noticed us and will soon send troops to attack us. Take the silver and jewels and leave Peach Blossom Village to escape for your lives. With these gold and jewels, you can live a good life. Once you’re out there, don’t flaunt your wealth. Acquire some land, buy a large house, get married, have children, and live a peaceful and prosperous life.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience buzzed and then erupted in cheers.

A deafening cacophony filled the air.

The village chief stepped forward, signaling everyone to be quiet. He clasped his hands in a salute to the silent monk on the high platform, then bowed to Mr. Ni before saying, "This old man is seventy-three years old this year. Thanks to the Living Buddha's bestowal of a miraculous medicine, I am still strong and healthy enough to don armor and fight on the battlefield. Let these young people go first."

Village head Yuan Jie retorted angrily, "What are you saying, village chief? Before the Living Buddha came, our Taoyuan Township was so poor that families shared a single pair of pants, and the women and children in the family would expose their buttocks."

What day is it now?

"Wearing gold and silver, with bountiful harvests every year, and not having to pay taxes to the imperial court, every household can make a dozen or more new sets of clothes."

"Are we supposed to listen to that damned imperial court?"

The leading young man shouted, "Mr. Ni said, 'When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it.' We are literate and skilled in martial arts, not here to run away from our lives. How many people are there in the government? Let's have a real fight."

"good."

"Let's fight him."

"..."

The noise grew even louder.

The Catfish Warrior roared, "I swear to follow the Living Buddha to the death!"

The demons raised their weapons and shouted in unison.

……

County government.

Morgue.

The black cat crept in, a familiar route for Lu Xun. Following the smell of burning, it quickly located the corpse.

Carefully lifting the white cloth covering the corpse, he rubbed his hands together and placed them on the charred head of the body in front of him.

Click.

They twisted the head off without much effort.

Lu Xun couldn't wait to examine the head of the temple keeper.

[Status: damaged]

Does it consume cremation ash for restoration?

Lu Xun, lost in thought, focused his attention on the space containing the ashes.

Cremated remains: 7 qian (approximately 3 grams)

"repair."

A small pile of ashes disappeared.

The skull of the temple keeper at Laobie Temple, made of 'yellow wood'

Type: Snake (people - human)

Quality: Normal

Theatrical arts: Ancient Chinese opera
Spell: Tobacco

雾化
The commentary states: There is a temple by the winding river where fishermen often seek divination. Those who make requests on the river return with a full catch. The temple keeper pointed this out to me, saying: "This is the power of the Sea God."

[Gratitude]

Lu Xun was slightly disappointed. Although it was of ordinary quality, it had two functions in one play. Even if it was crushed, the amount of ashes obtained would definitely be considerable. So the five coins of ashes he spent were not entirely wasted.

Last time, in order to strengthen the Wutong Mountain Lord, the head of the bandit leader of the Water Village was smashed. To return to the modern world, a human form is indeed needed, and Old Man Huang is just right.

"Gratitude."

Lu Xun pondered to himself that Huang Mu's wish must be related to Peach Blossom Spring.

You could go directly to ask Huang Mu's soul; it's currently being held captive in the jar of the Lushan Sect's high-ranking official.

It was just a thought; asking the spirit would only complicate matters.

Most importantly, he had only achieved one and a half of his three goals, and the four million was still nowhere in sight. After calculating the days in his mind, he figured he should have plenty of time to prepare and didn't need to rush back to the modern world.

He quickly put away his head and left the county government's morgue.

under the moon.

A figure moved nimbly and swiftly, the autumn night wind whistling, beads of sweat seeping from under the skin. The one-handed sword moved like a python, the two-handed sword steady, accurate and ruthless, the movements expansive yet containing the essence of a fierce battle. Suddenly, with a movement, the sweat beads shattered and splashed on the ground as the muscles and bones vibrated, and the figure slowly withdrew the move.

Then I saw a large gray rat with its mouth raised to the moon, surrounded by a shimmering glow.

The eagle spreads its wings, the golden rooster stands on one leg, absorbing the moonlight.

Slowing down his breathing and performing the Monkey Dance, Cheng Yan's pigeon-egg-sized gemstone hanging from his chest formed a faint halo.

The old cat lay quietly under the eaves, watching the young man in the courtyard, and nodded almost imperceptibly.

The summary drawing of the monkey dance is indeed quite good.

But as Sun Shen said, one still needs to see the mountain king demonstrate his skills; otherwise, one cannot fully grasp the essence of it. Practicing according to the manual is merely imitating a cat or a tiger.

Cheng Yan's eyes narrowed as he noticed someone was there.

He exclaimed happily, "Uncle Cat!"

Wu Tong Lu Xun nodded, indicating that Cheng Yan should study hard, and then performed the Ape Dance.

No matter how many times I watched it, the shock in my heart never subsided.

A great demon with white hair, a white body, a red face, and green teeth passed on his profound martial arts skills.

This was something Cheng Yan never dared to dream of before.

(End of this chapter)