I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

The business leader held two ingots of silver and came over to thank him.

"Lord Captain, I, Wu Sanpeng, have nothing to repay for saving my life. I can only express my gratitude with money."

"No need to be polite, do you have any wine?"

Yan Chixiao waved his hand: "There was meat but no wine along the way, and a bird appeared in my mouth."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Wu Sanpeng looked happy. A group of people would only make a dozen taels of profit for a desperate trip to deliver goods. It would be much better if they could save money.

Yan Chixia drank it all in one gulp and let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's comfortable. This wine is full of yang energy. It's a good thing."

"And more."

Wu Sanpeng took out all the bamboo tubes. There were black dog blood bags, black donkey hooves, ink ink lines, and messy talismans in the package...

Zhou Yi noticed that Du Si was silent and had a sad and confused look on his face.

"Master Du, what's wrong?"

"Brother Zhou, I have been studying for ten years, but in the end I still need someone to protect me. If I encounter an evil spirit, I can only kill him at the neck."

Du Si said confused: "Did my father make the wrong choice when he asked me to learn martial arts?"

Zhou Yi comforted him by saying: "There is never a right or wrong way to learn literature and martial arts. The great Confucians in Jixia Academy are as good at following the Dharma as they are the Buddhist and Taoist masters, and the demons and monsters are wiped out."

Zhou Yi didn't know much about the specific practice methods of Confucianism, Daoism, Legalism and other schools of thought. The fighting scenes he had seen in the memory of demons were too illusory.

Confucian, Taoist and Legalist monks below the third level have some mysterious methods, which are not strong in fighting and fighting. They are mostly auxiliary.

When the realm reaches the third level, a qualitative change immediately occurs. Confucianism is awe-inspiring and upright, Legalism follows the words and methods, Zajia's painting method is even more mysterious, and the whole painting is Ma Liang.

Zhouyi once asked Zhang Cheng for advice, but he didn't understand it very well. He only said that what all the schools of thought cultivated was the heart. After ten, twenty, or thirty years of cultivating the heart, one would suddenly gain enlightenment and condense the Yin Shen.

The various schools of thought do not call it Lian Shen, but call it Li Ming.

Du Si shook his head repeatedly: "Students are stupid and don't dare to dream of being a great scholar."

"No one is stupid or smart in the world. Most of them are just lazy and not diligent."

The Book of Changes said: "The essence of a career is due to diligence but not to play, and success is achieved through thinking and ruined by casualness."

Du Si was excited when he heard this and bowed deeply to Zhou Yi.

"Thanks to Mr. Zhou for his guidance, student Shouren will keep it in mind."

"Shouren...is that your name?"

"Yes sir, any questions?"

"In the future, if you meet someone with a bad character, slap him hard for me. You must not show mercy."

Zhou Yi emphasized: "It's not enough to kill him, he'll be half disabled."

Du Si has never hit anyone, but he has become a master in ancient times. Now he has inherited the relationship of master and apprentice fourteen times. If he refuses, he will become a hypocrite.

"If the student remembers it, the beating will definitely make his face bloom."

"Ha ha!"

Zhou Yi couldn't help but laugh when he thought of that scene. He must hide in the corner to see it with his own eyes.

Yan Chixiao's arrival made everyone feel at ease, and the desolate feeling lingering in the temple also dissipated.

Wu Sanpeng asked: "Master Xiaowei, are you going to Hengyang to catch ghosts?"

Yan Chixia nodded: "A certain family heard that there were ghosts causing trouble in Hengyang, so they happened to have time, so they went over to take a look."

"This world has really gone crazy."

Wu Sanpeng sighed. Yan Chixiao had just saved everyone's lives, so he spoke a lot more freely: "We went to Hengyang a few days ago. I heard that there was more than one ghost, and it was very tragic to destroy the family and destroy the family at every turn."

A businessman named Shuanzi spoke up and said, "Fortunately, there are adults from the Demon Slayer Division. Every time a ghost commits an attack, he cannot escape and is suppressed and arrested on the spot..."

"Um?"

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows and asked, "Suppressed on the spot?"

"Many people in Hengyang can see clearly. It is rumored that there are immortal masters doing this. How can ghosts escape?"

Shuanzi affirmed: "The county governor is a really good official. The people call him Qingtian who catches ghosts. He has already written the Wanmin Umbrella and sent it to the capital."

"The county and city's Demon Slaying Division has magic weapons that can sense demons on a large scale. It's just that it consumes a lot of money to use. It's only used for tracking on weekdays. It can be detected once a month at most."

Yan Chixiao explained: "If the county guard is willing to turn it on every moment, the ghosts in Hengyang City will naturally have nowhere to escape."

"I see."

Zhou Yi was moved when he heard this. If the key parts of the magic weapon were miniaturized and made more convenient for the people, ordinary people might be able to avoid the evils of demons.

The three of them chatted around the campfire, Yan Chixia killed the red demon, Wu Sanpeng traveled all over the country, and Zhou Yi was well-informed.

The common people are in court, in the countryside of Kyoto, and in the northern and southern state capitals. The more they talk, the more speculative they become.

Of all the knowledge in the world, it is the most difficult to deal with in night sailing. Among all the stories in the world, encounters between guests from the north and the south are the most interesting.

Meeting three or two passers-by on a rainy night in a barren mountain, they sat on the ground and talked about everything. Afterwards they dispersed to the north and south, leaving only aftertaste, which is really one of the pleasures of life.

The mountain rain continued for nearly half an hour and finally stopped slowly.

The merchants had rested and packed their bags one after another. They no longer wanted to stay in the temple where monsters were infested.

There is an official road in Snake Mountain and there are no cliffs. It is not dangerous to drive at night with a torch.

"Master Yan, Master Zhou, we went south with Mr. Du."

Wu Sanpeng cupped his hands and said goodbye: "If we meet again in the future, we will definitely find a tavern to have a good meal."

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "It must be an old restaurant in the alley. The wine at Chunfeng Restaurant in Kyoto is really light. I don't get drunk no matter how much I drink. It must have been watered down."

"sure!"

The merchants laughed, always feeling that Master Zhou's words made people angry and laughing at the same time.

"Sir, when the student arrives in the capital, he will go to the Demon Slayer Department to visit you."

Du Si said goodbye and followed the merchant team out of the mountain.

"Captain Yan, let's set off too. If we get to Hengyang as soon as possible, maybe one less family will be killed."

Zhou Yi mounted his bay-red horse, whistled, and ran towards the north.

"Good riding skills!"

Yan Chixia's horse looks like a horse but not a horse. It has black scales on its neck and four hooves. It stands three or four feet taller than the bay horse.

Even so, Yan Chixia stepped on it, like a macho man riding a little sheep.

Xilulu!

The scaled horse moved as fast as the wind, but when it encountered a boulder, it did not turn, but jumped over it.

If the bay-red horse had not been blessed with magical power, it would have fallen far behind the scaled horse in a matter of moments.

…

He rode the horse for more than ten miles.

Zhou Yi suddenly reined in his horse and stopped, holding his stomach and frowning.

"Captain Yan, I caught a cold from the rain just now, please wait for me for a moment."

Then he dismounted and went into the bushes, squatting under the tree to deal with it.

Yan Chixiao smelled a strong stench, his black face changed color slightly, and he couldn't help but shake his horse and stay away.

Among the trees, there was only one mana incarnation left squatting, and Zhou Yi had turned into the light and returned to the mountain temple.

The mountain road of more than ten miles is only three to five miles away in a straight line, and it can be reached in an instant.

Zhou Yi looked down from a high altitude and saw that the dilapidated mountain temple had turned into a magnificent palace, exactly like the illusion created by Huang Pizijing.

Around the palace, dozens or hundreds of jackals, tigers and leopards were lurking, each of them much stronger than their kind, surrounded by red eyes and evil aura.

A majestic and solemn voice came from the palace: "If you dare to kill my maid, bring those people back alive, I will deal with it myself!"

Ouch——

Roar--

The ferocious beast in the mountain roared in response, got up and ran towards the south.

Streams of sword light fell from the sky, shining like falling stars.

The beasts didn't even have time to scream, and silently broke into two pieces. The front half was still running wildly, but the back half had fallen to the ground.

"who!"

A roar came from the hall.

Zhou Yi dropped his light and stood at the entrance of the palace.

I saw a golden statue sitting in the hall, with handsome male and female attendants standing on the left and right, except that there was one missing woman on the right.

"I know that the yellow-skinned spirit is of low strength, so how can he perform this exquisite illusion? Sure enough, someone is behind it."

"It's you!"

The expression of the statue changed, and the golden light spread around, but no trace of Yan Chixiao was found.

"No need to look for it, it's just me."

Zhou Yi held the Purple Ying sword, pointed at the statue and shouted.

"Since he is a human being and has been conferred the title of Mountain God, he must have been virtuous during his lifetime. Why did he willingly fall down and associate with demons?"