am-books Chapter 477 - 359 Good People Good Deeds_2
Chapter 477 - 359 Good People Good Deeds_2
Chapter 477: Chapter 359 Good People Good Deeds_2
The horde of demons swarmed onto the stage and sat down at random, without any regard for order or size.
Then a monkey demon brought over Spirit Fruits and, holding a half-person-tall jar of Spiritual Wine, opened it to release a fragrance that overflowed the air, surpassing ordinary spiritual wines with a refreshing scent of fruits and plants.
Yang Xuan was flanked to the left and right by a Silver-backed Ape and a White-toothed Elephant demon. Upon smelling the aroma of the wine, they couldn’t resist picking up the jar and guzzling down a few mouthfuls.
“What a fine wine!”
“This is our tribe’s secret Hundred Fruit Brew, fermented from over a hundred kinds of Spirit Fruit, naturally it’s a superior Spiritual Wine.”
The Silver-backed Ape said, “I see brother also has a taste for fine wine. Whenever you want to drink, feel free to come to Monkey Mountain!”
The Elephant demon also said, “The Spiritual Wine on our mountain can’t compare to the Hundred Fruit Brew, but it’s even more blazing, do come and taste it whenever you’re free.”
“I’ll definitely come and bother you.”
Yang Xuan promised repeatedly. While he was talking, a Bull demon came over with a bowl of wine.
A bowl one foot wide is like a porcelain basin to ordinary people, which the Bull demon drained in a few big gulps.
Yang Xuan would not be outdone and replaced his with a large bowl, downing it in one go.
The demons all cheered, admiring Yang Xuan’s strength and drinking capacity, and took turns toasting him.
Yang Xuan drained each cup that was filled. Though he appeared an ordinary youth, his stomach, no matter how much was poured into it, did not bulge, like a seemingly bottomless cave.
“Good, good, good!”
The demons, seeing Yang Xuan’s delightful indulgence, cheered even louder, already considering him a member of their own tribe in human skin.
Three days later.
Yang Xuan awoke from his drunken stupor and saw two shiny little eyes.
The black dog barked a few times, and two beams of spiritual light flew in, transforming into his father and mother upon landing.
Yang Jin reprimanded, “Don’t drink so much in the future. Getting drunk and causing a ruckus in others’ caves, even making Master Sun personally send you back.”
“Lower your voice a bit.”
Zhao Yao comforted Yang Xuan’s head, “You don’t have mana to dissipate it, unlike cultivators, remember moderation.”
“Mother...”
Yang Xuan asked softly, “Is it really impossible for me to practice cultivation? I don’t want to leave the mountain, I just want to stay with you guys until old age.”
Zhao Yao’s eyes brimmed with tears and she shook her head slightly.
“The difference between mortals and immortals is like a chasm. I don’t want you to exhaust your efforts in vain; I only wish for you to live safely and happily in this life.”
“Mother, don’t cry, I’m very happy now.”
Yang Xuan said, “I’ve made plans to visit Monkey Brother, Bull Brother, Bear Brother... We’ve agreed that I’ll visit them soon.”
Yang Jin opened his mouth but stayed silent, withholding any objection.
“I’ll go tame a flying beast demon for you to use as a mount, so you won’t have to climb over mountains and ridges!”@@@@
From then on.
Yang Xuan lived even more freely on Qingyun Mountain, visiting friends daily and feasting every day.
In the morning, he’d ride out on a Golden Eagle, and by night he’d lay on its back to return home, with his two spirit pets also benefiting from the banquets, growing plump and strong from eating and drinking.
Zhou Yi ducked into the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, finally evading the calamity. Unable to refuse the madam’s enthusiastic retention, he sat down to drink and listen to music.
An opera was being performed on stage, and the title announced was “Yan Chixia’s Demon Subjugation Chronicle.”
“How come it has the same name as the alias I use when subduing demons and exorcising evil spirits?”
Zhou Yi called over the madam to inquire and learned that the storybook was compiled by scholars, purportedly based on real events. After becoming a bestseller, it was turned into opera, variety shows, storytelling, and so on.
He spent ten pieces of silver to have the attendants purchase them, and to his surprise, they fetched more than a dozen books.
“Daoist Master Yan Chops Down the Tree Demon,” “Yan Chixia’s Tale of Exorcising Ghosts,” “Yan Chixia’s Spring Night Battle with the Fox Spirit,” “Yan Family’s Record of Unusual People”...
Zhou Yi flipped through each book and discovered that the content was similar to his experiences of subduing demons and exorcising evil spirits over the years.
Through the embellishments of compilation, they all seemed very heroic, and they even included many descriptions by the common folk, which seemed as if they had witnessed the events, even though the battles of magic were too quick for ordinary people to see.
“I wonder which fellow Daoist was so idle.”
Zhou Yi flipped through one of the books, spitting in contempt after a few pages, and after finishing it, he burnt it to ashes with a spell.
“This scoundrel has no shame. How could I have fallen for a fox spirit’s Charm Technique, preposterous, it must be criticized harshly!”
He had some drinks, listened to music.
In the afternoon, he continued to do good deeds, Zhou Yi kept on accumulating virtue through doing good deeds.
There is nothing difficult in the world, just fear doing too little or too slowly, only afraid of fearing the karmic burden is too great and then stopping in one’s tracks.
In the county city with over fifty thousand citizens and thousands of households, every family had their hard-to-read scriptures, and Zhou Yi only needed to lift a finger to solve them, earning the gratitude and thanks of the people, which was the most enlightened method of cultivation.
“It is the same with the divine path, the purest telekinesis is indeed virtue!”
A month later.
The customs in Linyang County had improved, the faces of its citizens beamed with smiles, and the aura of humanity thrived daily.
Many supernatural legends emerged in the city, some saw a white-haired Daoist carrying water, some said a bearded Daoist exorcised evil, and others said a mustached Daoist told fortunes.
All sorts, becoming the idle talk of the streets and alleys.
Zhou Yi held up a Long Banner that gave infallible decrees, taking strides of ten zhang towards the next city, silently calculating how many ox hairs he had plucked today.
As he approached Songxiang County City.
A fine horse flew past, with a black-robed Daoist clad in black mist following behind, laughing strangely.
“Heh heh heh! Run faster, once you’re tired, this lord will capture you...”
The Daoist’s words were not yet finished when suddenly, thunder echoed in the clear sky, and several bolts of lightning struck him into ashes.
“Such audacity from this Demon Head, seizing people in broad daylight, doesn’t Songxiang manage this?”
Zhou Yi captured a few remnants of the soul, and after investigating, learned that he was a disciple of the Unfounded Ghost God, ordered by his master to kidnap siblings named Yang Xuan and Yang Si.
To create an opportunity for his sister, Yang Xuan had fought desperately to provoke and delay the Demon Head, and had already been soul-torn and spirit-refined.
“This Unfounded fellow is quite defiant!”
Zhou Yi noted it in a small book, not to avenge Yang Xuan or the like, for people died every moment, and he couldn’t manage them all. Instead, he saw Unfounded as a big chunk of karma.
Meanwhile, Yang Si, unaware of the Demon Head’s death, fled in panic.
A half-month later.
Yang Si, looking back at Qingyun Mountain she had left more than twenty years ago, wiped away her tears and climbed up the mountain following the route from her memory.