Chapter 420 Visitors from Wuzhuang Temple

Wanshou Mountain.

The high mountains and steep cliffs extend out from West Kunlun, and the land veins are connected. Anyone who sees them will praise it as a paradise on earth.

A streak of light flashed across the night sky, like a falling meteor.

Zhen Yuanzi summoned many disciples and told them that he had received a letter from the Western Tathagata, saying that the Ullambana Festival would be held on Mount Xumi, and that all the famous immortals in the prehistoric world would gather at that time.

Zhen Yuanzi was also happy to join in the fun, and asked his disciples to keep an eye on the Taoist temple and not let any villains sneak in and damage the ginseng fruit trees.

Then, he dismissed the rest of the disciples, leaving only Qingfeng and Mingyue behind, and said, “Go and pick six fruits. I will take them to the Yulan Festival and let my fellow Taoists taste them.”

The miraculous uses of his fruit are second to none in the ancient world, but due to its low reputation, it is not as popular as the peaches, so it cannot be sold at a high price. He took this opportunity to promote the ginseng fruit. On the other hand, he could also make friends with like-minded people and build good relationships.

After a while, two boys came with a tray. On the tray were six little babies, crawling around and crying.

Zhen Yuanzi just felt it was noisy, so he froze the fruits one by one with a magic trick, then picked up the plate and flew away on a cloud.

When he was leaving, he suddenly remembered something and turned back to remind the two boys: “Don’t forget to water the ginseng fruit tree every day. Treat the distinguished guest in the temple well. If you neglect him and make him unhappy, you will be punished. Also, don’t inquire about the identity of the distinguished guest. Don’t blame me, the master, for not reminding you. If you anger the distinguished guest and he kills you two, I, the master, will not seek justice for you.”

Qing Feng Ming Yue bowed and said, “Disciple understands, Master, go ahead and rest assured.”

Zhen Yuanzi had just left the Taoist temple.

The two boys Qingfeng and Mingyue both breathed a sigh of relief and immediately started to have fun.

They were also thinking about what their master had said about watering the plants, so neither of them wanted to move.

Mingyue said, “As soon as Master left, you became arrogant. If people who don’t understand knew about this, they would think you were the master of the Taoist temple and treated me like a slave.”

Qing Feng: “Good Junior Brother, I won’t take advantage of you. You go today and I’ll go tomorrow. Let’s each have one day.”

After hearing this, Mingyue no longer refused and picked up the wooden barrel beside the ginseng fruit tree to fetch water.

When I came back, I had a hard time carrying the bucket. The sound of the water in it was like waves as I shook it.

Mingyue came to the tree, lifted the wooden barrel into the air, and then turned it upside down. Waves immediately flowed out, emitting a strong smell of blood. It was blood.

The blood was extremely sticky, like red mud.

As soon as the blood touched the ginseng fruit tree, a chilling sucking sound was heard, and the blood instantly seeped into the ground, and the bloody smell dissipated in a moment.

After finishing, Mingyue wiped the sweat from her forehead. The thought of having to do it a few more times made her feel like she had lost her parents.

Originally, watering only required one time, but since the distinguished guest came, the essence in the water was only 20% of what it was before, so he needed to go back and forth four times to complete today’s watering task.

This water was brought from a spring in the back mountain a hundred miles away, where sat the distinguished guest that the master had mentioned.

He relied on mountain springs for his practice, which reduced the essence in the water, making it very difficult for his two disciples, Qingfeng and Mingyue.

I also heard that this kind of cultivator would best cannibalize their fellow practitioners to strengthen their magic power. Mingyue was afraid that she would disturb the other party and be captured and refined by him.

But if the ginseng fruit tree is not watered for one day, the fruit will show signs of withering. When Zhen Yuanzi comes back, he can discover his disciple’s negligence as long as he pays close attention.

Mingyue could only endure the fear and go to the back mountain to fetch water. Halfway through, she noticed the violent fluctuation of demonic energy in the distance, and with the flash of a few sword lights, the demonic energy dimmed.

Mingyue frowned, remembering that in the past few hundred years, there have been more and more guys called monster catchers. Under the guise of eliminating monsters for the people, they slaughtered monsters wantonly. They talked about benevolence, righteousness and morality, but in fact, they only wanted to dig out the monsters’ fur and inner elixir and sell them for money.

The monsters near Wuzhuang Temple have all been screened and have good natures. They are usually filial when they receive treasures. If the monsters are allowed to be humiliated by outside monster hunters, the reputation of Wuzhuang Temple will be ruined.

Thinking of this, Mingyue turned around and prepared to see who was causing trouble on the territory of Wuzhuang Temple.

When it got closer, blood and energy rose to the sky, and the moon was dyed red. The corpses of deformed monsters appeared, and each monster had its body torn apart.

When Mingyue saw this, the anger in his heart instantly dissipated, as if a bucket of cold water was poured over his head, making him feel cold.

Among the corpses of monsters in front of him, there were quite a few demon kings with names and surnames. Each of these demon kings had extraordinary magical powers. Even if they had dealings with Wuzhuang Temple, his master would have given them some face. But now their heads and bodies were separated.

Looking at these monsters, their fur is intact and their demon cores are inside their bodies and have not been dug out.

Mingyue was just about to examine the wound carefully to see what kind of sword energy came from and why it was so sharp, so that she could have an explanation when her master asked about it.

He landed on the cloud and just as he took his first step, suddenly a streak of light came rushing over, fast and quick.

“Sword Qi!”

Mingyue’s heart tensed and she wanted to dodge, but it was too late. She could only throw away the wooden barrel in her hand, but she could not resist the sharp sword energy. The wooden barrel turned into sawdust in an instant. She watched helplessly as the sword energy reached her forehead.

“Hey~ You’re not a monster!”

First there was a cry of surprise.

The attacking sword energy also suddenly dissipated.

Mingyue’s legs went limp and she sat down on the ground, her face pale as she stared at the person who came in with a look of shock.

The man wore a crown, emerald green brocade robe with dragon pattern, and a pair of black boots. He had a handsome face and a carefree look, revealing an air of transcendence. It was obvious that he was not an ordinary person.

“Who are you, and why are you committing such murder in Wuzhuang Temple?”

Mingyue regained some of her courage and took the lead in questioning, her evasive eyes revealing a hint of restraint.

“Oh, is this Wuzhuang Temple?”

The man chuckled and sheathed his sword. “My name is Yang San. I traveled the wilderness to gain experience. I received a list of demons to eliminate in a mortal city. The list said that the demons in the mountains often come down from the mountains to eat people. They tie people up and take them back to the cave as food. So I took action to eliminate the demons here.”

“Your last name is Yang? What is your relationship with Yang Jian, the True Lord of Heaven?”

Mingyue’s expression relaxed and she continued to ask.

Yang San shook his head: “I am just a casual cultivator without any connections. I was lucky enough to become an immortal a thousand years ago. I am not as high as Yang Jian Zhenjun. If I really had any connection with that great god, I would have been in heaven a long time ago, and why would I be walking in the wilderness and suffering.”

“That’s right~”

Mingyue Tongzi’s face suddenly changed color. “The monsters here are not bad in nature. They just eat humans. Humans eat beasts, monsters eat humans. What’s wrong with that? This is the law of nature. But you are meddling in other people’s business, killing people at will, and disturbing the peace of Wuzhuang Temple. What should you do?”

(End of this chapter)