Chapter 1941: Peerless Demon Head
standing outside the fairy ban, he could clearly see the fairy platform.Bai appeared in person, took a look around for a while, and shook his head, saying, "I don't remember this mountain."Qin Sang le...The City God and the two judges, who were about to question him, heard the three Star Lords leading their troops in pursuit. Their menacing aura vanished instantly, and they naturally stepped over the threshold and entered the teahouse.
Including the ghostly attendants under the nine-pole banner and other officials, they all followed in a long queue, crowding into the teahouse.
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The teahouse has limited seating, so most ghosts and spirits have to stand.
The listener was absorbed in the story, unaware that all the empty seats were filled with ghosts and spirits, and even a grim reaper stood beside them.
In deep winter, the days are short and the sky gradually darkens.
As soon as it was dusk, the streets were brightly lit with lights, even more lively than during the day.
"Bang!"
The storyteller pounded the gavel heavily, raising his voice: "This is where the goddess falls into love and disaster ensues, while the azure bird's confusion brings calamity. To hear what happens next, stay tuned for the next episode!"
Oh no! Here we go again!
"It's going to be tomorrow again!"
"To always get stuck in this kind of place, it's truly inhumane!"
The crowd was like waking from a dream.
The teahouse erupted in scattered applause, but mostly grumbling complaints. Some even begged the storyteller to continue for just a little longer.
"I apologize, everyone. It's getting late. Please come back tomorrow."
The storyteller had a heart of iron. He raised his teacup, took a sip, packed up his things, and entered the back room.
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All the tea lovers were unable to [do something, perhaps stay] and could only lament as they left.
"Farewell!"
"Walk slowly!"
The Tea Master, having kept his silence all day, finally dared to speak. After seeing off the tea guests, he noticed that the last girl who arrived was still sitting there motionless.
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"Miss, haven't you had enough Sir will arrive tomorrow at the exact time. You come again tomorrow, and I'll save a good seat for you."
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Compared to those tea drinkers, the young girl is the one who truly awakens from her dream.
It was a dream so real, she experienced everything the Nine Heavens Goddess went through, vivid in her memory.
But the girl didn't realize anything was wrong, she just felt unsatisfied. She stretched and said, "Where can I find a place to stay around here"
"Aren't you a local"
The Tea Master secretly thought, "Master is truly charismatic. People even stay overnight just to listen to his lecture."
The girl's attire spoke of refinement and wealth. The tea master gestured eastward with his hand, "There's a place called Zui Xiang Lou next to the City God Temple where you can stay. There aren't many rooms though, so I'm not sure if any are vacant now. A few shops next to Zui Xiang Lou are also clean, just pick whichever one appeals to you."
At the same time, a throng of ghosts and spirits also left the teahouse.
Including Yu Cheng Huang, none of them noticed anything strange about this, they even forgot to question the girl. When leaving, everyone was discussing the story.
Two patrolling ghosts passed by, seeing their colleagues coming out of the teahouse. They greeted each other and asked, “Did you catch the troublemaker Master Wu Bian even used the Town Mountain Spirit Banner. Why didn't we hear anything”
"Wow! That's freaking awesome!"
A coworker suddenly slapped his thigh.
Two Yin soldiers were startled by their comrades' reactions, stunned for a moment. "What's so exciting Where is the storyteller Was he captured and executed on the spot by the City God"
“The storyteller He’ll be here promptly at dusk tomorrow, I need to remember the time and not miss him,” a colleague mumbled in response, as if talking to himself, before excitedly discussing something else with another colleague.
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Celestial soldiers and generals in the story stand opposed to the Goddess.
Their stance was diametrically opposed to that of the girls who sympathized with the goddess, and they all agreed that the heavenly court's laws should be upheld without leniency.
Two phantoms went to find other colleagues, but they also had similar reactions.
Looking at their crazed colleagues, the two yin and yang investigators exchanged glances, suddenly feeling a chill down their spines.
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They stood there for a while, not daring to return to the yamen directly. They came to the city gate and told the ghost soldiers on duty about their discovery.
To this day, in the town of Jincheng County, there are hardly any ghosts who haven't been to a teahouse.
Have you guys seen the City God, he reacts the same way too
The gatekeeper ghost asked the two yin soldiers.
When we arrived, the officials had all entered the yamen. We didn't dare follow them. "Should we send someone in to take a look" Yin Chao whispered.
We looked at each other, but no one spoke.
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“Let’s go, leave one behind. In case we are all wiped out, at least someone can send a message. Let’s draw straws,” said a shadowy figure with lightning speed. He grabbed several blades of grass, marked them, and held half in his hand.
Finally, a ghost soldier caught the top-grade sign and bid farewell to his comrades.
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The rest of the ghosts returned to the City God's Temple, gazing at this building that represented divine power and demarcated between yin and yang. This place, once their most solid support, had now become a victim of the raging flood beasts.
All the ghosts and demons wore solemn expressions, entering the yamen with cautious steps and heading towards the City God's main hall.
"There's no one inside..."
Went to other departments again.
"Each official is absent…"
Everyone gathered together, looking at each other. The City God and the Script Official were known for their diligence and would definitely be in the main hall handling official business at this time.
"Hiss, could it be..."
Yin choked and gasped, drawing a sharp intake of cold breath. A colleague quickly covered his mouth.
"Shh!"
All the ghosts and demons quietly exited the City God Temple, returning to the city gate and gathering together, their faces filled with worry.
“What exactly is a storyteller, and has anyone paid any attention” A Yin soldier broke the silence.
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Everyone shook their heads.
"I said," the remaining ghost soldier looked around, "Perhaps we've overthought things If the storyteller is truly that powerful, even the City God was taken in, how could you guys come back unharmed"
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"That's right, why let us go alone" The Yin差 (a type of underworld official) stammered.
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“I specially went out of the city a while ago, all the way to Jizi Mountain, and no one stopped me,” the ghost soldier said again, “Unless they deliberately let us out to send messages.”
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“Old Wang and the others didn't have any visible injuries, and there were no signs of a fight in the teahouse...”
The two underworld agents who first discovered the situation were also hesitating at this time.
“If the storyteller really has such immense power, it means they're deliberately letting us off easy. No matter what we do, the outcome will be the same. We have to go to the county town to report anyway, so at least we'll find out what happened, right Maybe we've overthought things. Let's wait and see what happens tomorrow.”
All the ghosts and gods finally came to an agreement on a set of regulations.
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They spent the entire night afraid to enter the city, enduring the cold outside the city gates.
The second day, at the time of the serpent.
The storyteller arrived as promised, an hour early. The young girl had already prepared tea and refreshments, waiting for him. Yesterday's ghosts were all there, none missing.
Last time, we spoke of how the Goddess fell in love, and the Azure Bird became flustered, causing the Heavenly Mother to be furious...
The thirty first day of the lunar year.
The most bustling day of the year is also when humanity flourishes the most.
This atmosphere was extremely beneficial for the cultivation of ghosts and spirits, but the Yin差 who was eavesdropping outside the teahouse felt a chill in his heart at this moment, and he had no thoughts of cultivating.
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The teahouse was filled with the booming voice of the storyteller, and nothing else could be heard.
The content inside > is:
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The ghosts and spirits of Jian County, from the City God to the ghost soldiers, became the most loyal listeners.
The teahouse was three zhang away, too far to approach. He cautiously retreated back through the city gate.
Before the city gate, not only were there several ghosts and spirits from last night, but all the mountain gods and land deities within the jurisdiction of Jìn County had also been summoned.
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Just hearing Yin's description, all the ghosts and gods felt a chill rising from their bones.
They looked back at the county town of Jincheng. The familiar city had become a dragon's lair and a tiger's den.
And yet, everyone was oblivious to this. They were busy celebrating the New Year with great fanfare. The sound of firecrackers could be heard intermittently in the city.
Another Yinchai came out of the city.
"I found it. The storyteller stayed overnight at the Zui Xiang Lou, just like ordinary people, paying with silver for lodging and meals. The only peculiarity is that he could always enjoy the Zui Xiang Banquet every night."
At these words, a tremor went through the hearts of all the ghosts and gods.
"Is this person an old acquaintance of the master of Zui Xiang Lou"
It is well known that the owner of Drunk Fragrance Building has a strange temper. Even the City God wouldn't get to attend his feasts a few times, but he would always give storytellers performances at night.
“I...didn't dare use magic to confront the owner of Zui Xiang Lou. I only came to investigate in person, and it seems the owner of Zui Xiang Lou has only recently gotten acquainted with the storyteller,” Yin Cha said hesitantly.
Everyone knows what he's worried about, and even they wouldn't dare.
"This matter is beyond our capabilities. Since they allow us to communicate, let's do as they wish. It's unfortunate that several elders are trapped and unable to use treasures for communication. We can only ask one of you to personally visit the city and report back. Be sure to explain clearly that the other party is confident and might be difficult for the city to handle."
The highest-ranking wraith surveyed the crowd, noticing that one of the earth deities wore a peculiar expression.
"Brother-in-law, do you know something"
This person is precisely the land god of Qingyangguan's locale, named Yue Wenfù.
At this moment, he was thinking about what happened yesterday.
The City God and Wen Pan went to Qingyang Guan to visit him, gave him some instructions, and when they returned to the city, something happened.
Could it be just a coincidence
However, Yue Wenfù did not disclose this matter.
Elder Qingfeng had honed himself in the mortal world and chose to reclusive himself at Qingyang Temple, certainly not wanting to be disturbed. Both the City God and Wenpan had made it a point to inform everyone of this.
Even if Master Qingfeng has nothing to do with this matter, asking him to lend a hand might help Jianxian County weather this crisis.
"There is indeed one thing, but I cannot speak of it. I must return home as soon as possible. Excuse me..."
Yue Wenfù hastily uttered a sentence and, using the art of earth escape, vanished.
All the ghosts and demons were stunned into silence, left with no choice but to continue as planned.
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Yue Wen hurried and rushed back to Qili Village. At the foot of the mountain, he tidied his clothes and walked up the mountain respectfully.
The sun is shining brightly, not as cold as yesterday.
Even on New Year's Eve, there are still patients going up the mountain to seek medicine.
Entering the Taoist temple, Yue Wenfu saw Qin Sang attending to an elderly man, feeling his pulse. Yulan and Xiao Wu were setting up a fire pit in the main hall, warming themselves with other patients.
"I have met the Daoist master."
Yue Wenfu walked to Qin Sang's side and bowed respectfully. He wanted to speak, but saw that Qin Sang just hummed in response and continued examining the elderly patient on his own.
He could only suppress his anxious feelings, watching Qin Sang explain the condition to the elderly person in a slow and clear voice. Then he wrote out the prescription, dispensed the medicine, explained the precautions and method of taking it, took up his pen, moistened it with ink, recorded the transaction, and finally accepted the old man's endless gratitude.
Before Yue Wen could speak, the next patient sat down right after him.
After a full half hour, finally the last patient was sent off.
"Master..."
Yue Wenfu was already anxious.
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Qin Sang waved his hand and said to Yu Lang, "Yu Lang, go down the mountain and borrow two horses from Mr. Chen. Let's enter the city today."
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Yu Lang cheered and rushed down the mountain.
Qin Sang again told Xiaowu, "Xiaowu, stay here to watch the house."
Xiao Wu didn't ask for a reason, and nodded lightly.
"Let's go," Qin Sang greeted Yue Wenfu, and strode down the mountain.
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Yue Wenfu only then realized that the Daoist Qingfeng was going to make a move. His heart surged with joy, and he hurriedly followed suit.
'Tap! Tap! Tap!'
Hasty hoofbeats echoed on the official road.
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Two Taoist priests rode horses at full gallop, causing onlookers to stare in astonishment.
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The speed of a galloping horse is nowhere near as fast as that of a swift dash. Yue Wenfu followed easily behind, but he didn't dare urge him on. He couldn't help but marvel at how thoroughly this Daoist master had gotten into character.
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Yue Wenfu arrived early, causing even the ghosts and spirits to retreat.
The master and apprentice rode their horses at full gallop to the city gate of Jincheng County. They tethered their horses to a wooden stake outside the gate and walked into the city on foot.
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"It's so lively!"
Yu Lang took a deep breath. The air was filled with the aroma of various foods, intoxicating him.
He was born and raised in a mountain village,
with very few opportunities to go to the city.
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The memory that sticks with me most is the last time my father took me into town for a temple fair. It was just as lively then as it is now.
Though he went into the mountains to cultivate, this memory became more and more deeply ingrained, likely never to be erased.
My memory is not only of my father, but also of the brilliant human fireworks.
"Master, why didn't Shijie come I wanted to buy her a present," Yulan said, looking up.
Okay, let's pick as we walk.
Qin Sang seemed to have really come shopping, strolling leisurely with Yu Lang on the street, looking this way and that. The person behind him, Yue Wenfù, was about to jump out of his skin with impatience.
The goods are dazzlingly varied.
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Yulang almost strained his eyes.
As they strolled along the street to the temple, Qin Sang leisurely walked up to the teahouse and paused at the entrance.
Yu Lang saw his master stop and listened for a while. He peeked through the curtain and saw what was inside, and asked in confusion, "Master, is this story interesting"
Qin Sang thought for a moment and commented, "It's a story full of clichés."
At this time, the storyteller was talking about the battle between the Goddess, the Azure Bird, and the Three Star Lords.
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When crisis struck, the Goddess and Azure Bird unexpectedly discovered an ancient immortal's dwelling, significantly increasing their power. They engaged in a fierce battle with the Three-Star Monarch within the dwelling.
This battle was exceptionally fierce.
Little did they know, the cave dwelling was actually an ancient immortal's seal against demons. Beneath the ground, a world-shattering demon was sealed away, but the seals were gradually being weakened by both sides' magic, though neither party was aware of it.
"A deafening thunderclap rang out, followed by a billowing cloud of dust from the depths of the cave. Then with a shattering crack, the entire mountain split in half, causing both sides to freeze in shock. From the fissure poured waves of demonic smoke, and a chilling cackle echoed from beneath the earth. It was a deafening roar that shook the heavens, signaling the arrival of a monstrous demon! The goddess's impulsive act had finally brought calamity upon the world!"
The story teller spoke with fervor, his hand suddenly flinging a folding fan towards the front door.
Whoosh!
Inside the hall, both mortals and spirits were captivated by the storyteller's words. They all turned their heads to look at the teahouse door.
Qin Sang stood with his hands behind his back at the front gate, unmoved. He said lightly, “If I had not shown myself, would my friend have detained all the ghosts and spirits of this place before stopping”
"Hahaha... I'm not worthy of this cause and effect, I believe fellow Daoist wouldn't just stand idly by while the world descends into chaos."
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The storyteller burst into laughter, strode off the stage, gently shaking his folding fan as he walked toward the front door of the teahouse.
When he passed by, the tea guests were awakened from their long dream by the fan's breeze, completely sobering up.
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The storyteller pushed open the curtain and stepped out of the teahouse, folding his fan and bowing. "My name is Qingyuan." process is lengthy and consumes a great deal of cultivation time. Only disciples with exceptional talent would choose to specialize in this secret scroll.Throughout history, the masters of Shangyuan...