Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 1 A Chinese Ghost Story
In the middle of the moon, the black clouds are like a boat crossing.

In the outskirts, jackdaws sprang up and jumped on the branches, staring at the dilapidated Banruo Temple not far away.

On the crossbeam, there are black shadows hanging, like dried bacon, you can still see distorted facial features when you look closely.

The cry before dying echoed in the flickering candle in Li Mo's hand, echoing in the deserted ruined temple.

"Senior Sister, they should have died happily."

Holding an oil lamp in his hand, Li Mo followed closely behind Yan Zixia, and the intoxicating body fragrance fell on his face.

According to rumors from the outside world, the monks here specially entrap passing merchants. All the men were killed to light the lamps, while the women stayed...to help the eminent monks practice.

Then there was a big fire, and the whole temple was burned down.

Since then, in the dead of night, I often pass by and see a woman in the temple haunting, fair and pleasant, with jade legs stretched across, indescribably cool and ecstasy.

Some daring stay in the temple, and even get the enjoyment only in the bathhouse.

As soon as I entered the bathhouse, it was as deep as the sea, and I never saw anyone again.

Banruo Temple, with its reputation gradually rising, has almost become a popular check-in place for demon hunters
"Do you want to try it?" Yan Zixia asked lightly.

"Senior Sister is really good at joking, you know I'm most afraid of ghosts." Li Mo was next to Yan Zixia.

"You must not say that you are a disciple of Luofu Mountain when you go out." Yan Zixia shook her head.

In this world, demons hide deep in the mountains, and ghosts and gods are seen everywhere. Since there are evil spirits and chaos in the world, there are monks who come out of immortals.

Li Mo and Yan Zixia are disciples of [Luofu Mountain].

Unlike Yan Zixia, Li Mo, who was adopted by [Luofu Mountain] when he was still in his infancy, has been an apprentice for 17 years, but he has not even captured a ghost. He thoroughly explained what it means to insult a master.

"Senior sister, God has the virtue of loving life." Li Moji said first.

"I heard that Qi Yu will soon be promoted to a three-star monster catcher."

Yan Zixia's eyes were slightly focused, and she glanced at Li Mo intentionally or unintentionally, as if she wanted to see some expression changes on his face.

"It's amazing." Li Mo just froze for a moment.

Qi Yu was Li Mo's childhood playmate, and the two grew up together.

Compared to Li Mo's mediocrity, Qi Yu's halo seemed too dazzling.

According to the rules of Luofu Mountain, if you catch ten ghosts, you will be counted as a one-star demon catcher.

If you capture a hundred demons, you will be awarded a two-star demon catcher, also known as Baiyao Zhan.

Only after catching [-] ghosts will the three-star demon catcher be awarded.

The 17-year-old three-star monster catcher is rare in the history of Luofu Mountain.

Even Yan Zixia is only a two-star demon catcher so far.

"Forget it, everyone has his own aspirations."

Yan Zixia shook her head and raised the oil lamp in her hand.

Suddenly, she paused slightly, staring straight at the wall not far away.

There is a picture scroll hanging there, on the bank of the stream, a beautiful figure in white clothes, wrapped in light gauze, graceful and graceful, with an indescribable tenderness between her brows.

Next to it is a little poem:
Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of blue silk is worried about the new year.Looking at the moon and protecting each other, I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals.

"This painter is pretty good, quite like the Southern School of Songhe's brushwork..." Yan Zixia walked to the scroll, brushing her fingers lightly like a brush.

"Senior sister, this beauty is well drawn, but she is too bewitching." Li Mo said casually.

"You've got a point."

Yan Zixia tapped her finger lightly, and a fire ignited.

"Bold and monstrous, yet to be revealed quickly."

In an instant, a gust of dark wind swept through the ruined temple.

A white shadow flew out from the scroll, like a misty cloud, knocking Yan Zixia away.

"Luofu Mountain!?"

The woman in the painting came alive, looking at the imprint on Yan Zixia's chest, her complexion changed suddenly.

In the Dagan Dynasty, the style of writing was at its peak, but the martial arts were weak and Taoism was forbidden.

When Shenzong exterminated the law back then, he confiscated all the classics of the world's exercises and burned them to the ground.

Since then, it is rare to see a practicing demon catcher in the world.

"There really are female ghosts."

Yan Zixia glanced at the air-dried bacon on the beam, her eyes glowing coldly.

hum...

The white shadow flashed suddenly, and the cold wind pierced the air like sharp claws, and he was about to rush through the temple gate to escape.

Almost at the same moment, Yan Zixia's body was like green smoke, without a trace on the ground, she straddled in front of the white shadow.

The fierce wind swept across like a blade.

Yan Zixia's crown exploded, and the black hair fluttered, and the strands were cut off and scattered in the temple.

Suddenly, her robe swelled, as if a force surged, filling her whole body.

"Inner breathing energy!" Bai Xiaoqian lost her voice.

The so-called inner breath is a mouthful of pure yang energy that is born innately and hidden in the human body.

The last breath a person hangs before dying is the inner breath.

It's just that ordinary people can only force out their inner breath when they are about to die.

Cultivators are different, once the inner breath is condensed, it is equivalent to stepping into the way of practice.

It is recorded in Taoist scriptures that the inner breath enters the field to transform the seeds, and the real body is refined in the dantian furnace.

Inner breath, since it is the law of longevity, is also the power to subdue demons.

hum...

Yan Zixia circulated her inner breath, filling her whole body, erratic like autumn leaves, her body shaped like a blade, tearing the billowing wind from it.

One breath produces ten vigor, pure yang overcomes evil spirits.

In an instant, she approached Bai Xiaoqian, stretched out her jade hand, and tore the latter's clothes.

Under the dress, a graceful and seductive body appeared in front of her eyes, but it was like condensed smoke, looming.

"Exciting!" Li Mo stood in the distance, his eyes widened.

Yan Zixia shouted coquettishly, her five fingers staggered, her inner breath surged into her palm, and she strangled Bai Xiaoqian's neck.

"do not want!"

Suddenly, a hurried call sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a thin scholar rushed out from behind the ruined temple, his fair face full of anxiety.

"Xiaoqian didn't kill those people, please, let us go."

As he spoke, the scholar knelt down in front of Yan Zixia with a plop, kowtowing and begging.

"Scholar..."

Bai Xiaoqian's eyes were full of tears, her beautiful face was full of pity.

Seeing this, Yan Zixia couldn't help frowning her eyebrows.

"It's grandma who sucked the essence of these people... Please, let us go... I will take Xiaoqian and leave at dawn."

The scholar curled up, crying with tears.

"Xiaoqian is also a hard-working person."

"Humans and ghosts have different paths, are you courting death!?" Yan Zixia frowned slightly.

The scholar looked at Bai Xiaoqian, his eyes were full of tenderness, the world was vast, it seemed that only she could spend the rest of his life together.

"The lovesickness in the bone is extinguished, and I only wish to watch the haze with Qing..."

The scholar got up slowly, took Bai Xiaoqian with one hand, and murmured softly.

"You can really meddle in your own business."

puff...

Suddenly, the scholar's palm passed through Yan Zixia's shoulder, and the dense black air penetrated quickly like a bug.

His face also became hideous and distorted.

"Monster catcher? You're just a stupid pig."

The scholar laughed wildly, and slowly pulled his blood-stained palm away from Yan Zixia's shoulder.

"Enter the demon way!?"

Suddenly, Yan Zixia collapsed to the ground, her consciousness gradually blurred.

"I haven't tasted the taste of a demon master yet."

The scholar looked at Yan Zixia and couldn't help licking the corner of his mouth.

"Scholar, please let her go, she just..." Bai Xiaoqian grabbed the scholar's arm and begged bitterly.

Snapped……

The scholar's backhand was a slap in the face.

"Trash, this kind of bitch can't handle it, but let me do it."

The scholar looked at Bai Xiaoqian viciously: "If I had known earlier, I might as well practice double cultivation with my grandma and participate in the path of bliss together."

"You are with me, do you just want me to help you cultivate?" Bai Xiaoqian's eyes were full of tears.

"If you think so, I can't help it."

The scholar sneered, he turned around and wanted to enjoy Yan Zixia.

"Scumbag! It's really Galen who whispered, making people silent and breaking defenses!!"

At this moment, an indifferent voice resounded in the ruined temple.

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