bookandnovel Chapter 117 Yaksha
Chapter 117 Yaksha
The thick, continuous clouds poured down on the mountaintop, making the surrounding area dark and damp.
The drizzling rain had long since stopped, and the horses' hooves pounded the puddles, creating ripples. Muddy water, carrying a thin mist, splashed in all directions.
Figures emerging from the mist sped through the mountains and fields, one after the other.
The water droplets on their raincoats and straw hats had long been blown off by the strong wind, and the swordsman and the novice monk holding the reins were completely focused on controlling the horses they were riding.
"Hissing sound..."
The black horse and the yellow horse leaped together, and in the blink of an eye, they were both on the official road.
However, the official road here seemed to be neglected. Not only was it overgrown with weeds that were half a person tall, but the bushes along the edge had also spread over, and the sharp hooves of horses seemed to ripple across it.
"The officials here are truly audacious, completely disregarding the law. They've abandoned such an important official road, allowing weeds to grow rampant. If there's no explanation, I will certainly report this to the Demon Suppression Bureau..."
Although Fang Hongxuan did not speak, a hint of displeasure appeared between his brows.
As they traveled, a post station gradually came into view.
Looking around, the post station, nestled amidst overgrown weeds and shrubs, appeared extremely desolate, clearly having been abandoned for a long time. Apart from the single house that emitted a faint light, most of the rest was in ruins. The surroundings were quite deserted, devoid of any sign of human habitation; only the withered grass on the roof tiles clung to the old locust trees, rustling softly in the cold wind.
"This post station is only two incense sticks' time away from Huaicheng. Why not rest here for a while before setting off again?"
The naive Dao Yuan naturally agreed. He traveled quickly, his mouth was dry and his body was exhausted. He couldn't wait to lie down and rest.
Seemingly noticing Daoyuan's fatigue, Fang Hongxuan indicated that he could gather fodder to feed the horses by himself, and Daoyuan could lie down on the bed and rest for a while.
"In that case, I'll have to trouble you, Benefactor Fang..."
right now
A staggering figure collapsed out of the nearly collapsed room. The person was covered in blood, his hemp clothes were torn to shreds, and he was on the verge of death, having completely lost consciousness.
The two horses were happily grazing when they suddenly stopped.
Fang Hongxuan stepped forward with his knife, but before he could get a good look at her, Huang Yiyi emerged from the haystack. The three-foot-long weasel was baring its two white teeth and staring at Fang Hongxuan.
"My lord, it was I who led him here..."
The tense atmosphere dissipated instantly, and Fang Hongxuan sheathed his sword.
"From now on, you may address him as 'Young Master'..."
"Turns out I like this style..."
"Young master, I found this person on the mountain path between Jinding Mountain and Huaicheng... A group of monks were searching for him with torches. He had an aura on him that I couldn't quite place, and since I had overheard Master Daoyuan discussing the Da Ruo Temple with you earlier, I took it upon myself to lead him here..."
Exhausted, Dao Yuan stepped out. Ignoring his fatigue, he first carefully observed the surroundings, then weighed them in. After a long while, he spoke to Fang Hongxuan with a gloomy face.
"Although this person is still alive, all his internal organs have been completely sacrificed... The only reason he is still alive is that the Great Temple needs to use his body to complete rituals and cultivate the 'Boundless Yaksha Devouring Body Seal'..."
As he spoke, the already bloodied and emaciated man convulsed uncontrollably, his body rapidly swelling. Fang Hongxuan's expression darkened slightly, and he was about to conjure the palm of the Immovable Wrathful King to engulf him, but Dao Yuan stopped him.
"That demon is about to emerge; be careful not to get splattered by its blood and flesh!"
"Bang.."
Hairless, with a hump-shaped head and a hideous, dwarf-sized phantom, a Yaksha emerged from the body. Covered in blood, it bared its teeth and roared at Fang Hongxuan before rapidly disappearing from everyone's sight using all four limbs.
'Clang'
The monstrous claws collided with the demon's claws, sparks flying and a deafening roar echoing... and then the demon vanished before everyone's eyes.
In an instant, the sounds of collisions filled the air.
"What should we do...?"
"It has not yet taken physical form, nor has it been incorporated into the 'Boundless Yaksha Devouring Body Seal.' It can be severed with a single strike..."
Having fought dozens of rounds, Fang Hongxuan had already seen through the Yaksha's methods. It was about to use its old trick again, attempting to win by speed. However, Fang Hongxuan had already positioned his sword, Cuo Jin, across its path. Unable to turn around in time, the Yaksha charged straight towards the blade's tip.
"thump"
The blade pierced through the chest, but instead of drawing out any blood, it stirred up a foul-smelling, murky mist.
The yaksha, howling and screaming, tried to struggle, but Fang Hongxuan grabbed its head with one hand. The mixed yin energy was drawn into Fang Hongxuan's body through its arm, and the yaksha, which had been extremely excited, was instantly reduced to dust. Fang Hongxuan, whose face was bloodless, became a little rosy.
"..."
"These kinds of evil spirits must never be touched again..."
Fang Hongxuan's expression hardened slightly, and then he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood. Wherever the black blood touched, the weeds on the ground were completely annihilated, and even the roots and stems were no longer there.
Dao Yuan sighed several times, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to offer any advice.
"We should leave this place as soon as possible to avoid the monks of the Great Monastery coming after us..."
"What the monk says is absolutely right...we should head straight for Huai City..."
"Very good..."
Huang Yiyi was put into the baggage on Wu Qi's back, and the two horses put all their strength into heading towards another road.
However, not long after the two left, a group of monks, armed with clubs and knives, stormed towards the post station.
"Guang Nian, you've caused such a terrible disaster. If you can't return to the Yaksha before tomorrow's morning service, then you can forget about practicing the 'Unbound Yaksha Devouring Body Mudra' and just wait to be incorporated into the monks' serfdom!"
Upon hearing this, the handsome monk, his eyes brimming with tears, was even more alarmed and knelt down to kowtow.
"Please, fellow disciples, save me..."
"He's here..."
Seven or eight monks looked toward the source of the sound and then quickly rushed toward the remains. The scattered flesh and blood emitted a stench that would be unbearable for ordinary people, but the monks ignored it and observed the disemboweled corpse.
"How could this happen?"
"That demon has already been born. If it infiltrates Huai City and causes chaos, we will all suffer torture worse than death..."
In an instant, everyone present turned pale. The monk called Guangnian was so ashamed and indignant that he couldn't lift his head.
"There are hoofprints! Judging from the tracks, they just left... heading straight for Huaicheng!"
"Damn it, of all times..."
"Quick! Before they reach Huaicheng, if we give chase, we might still have a chance to intercept them... But if we enter Huaicheng and the monks stationed there discover our secrets, we'll be in serious trouble!"
"Yes, yes...Quickly, mount up!"
The already decisive monks quickened their pace even further, spurring their horses onward to follow the tracks left by the two men.
"No matter who you are, if you dare to interfere in the affairs of Great Temple, we will make you into raw materials for our cultivation!"
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