Chapter 300: The Remnants of the Demon Alliance

Shinto practice is the shortcut.

The more believers there are, the more incense and magic power grows rapidly.

There are gains and losses, and some things that believers ask for are difficult, and the gods must do them.

Even if things don't work out, you still have to deceive the believers, otherwise you will be resentful. The impact on your reputation will be small, but your karma will be big.

Especially those who have accumulated good deeds for hundreds of years, not to mention Jiang Shen Ao Rong, even evil spirits and heretics would not want to mess with them.

If you collect incense and do nothing, your golden body may be struck by lightning.

Ao Rong asked about the bad luck of the treasure mirror and followed the traces of the Book of Changes to ask for a visit.

Zhou Yi said: "You are a third-grade Jiang Shen who can't take care of things, so you are sure that Pindao has something to do?"

"I dare not hide it from sir."

Ao Rong took out the treasured mirror, used the power of merit to activate it, and said, "This treasured mirror can predict right, wrong, and bad luck. The little god only knows that Mr. Xun is right about this."

Zhou Yi waved his hand and took a picture of the treasure mirror. After careful inspection, he found that there were original inscriptions on the back, but it was completely empty. .

Bao Jing felt fear in her heart and couldn't help but tremble.

Zhou Yi returned the mirror and said, "Do the calculations to see if Pindao will help you. If the calculation is correct, I will get rid of the demon."

"this……"

Ao Rong pondered for a moment, pretended to make magic tricks with his hands, and said: "The little god has also learned a few divination skills. Is it correct to predict that the husband will refuse?"

"It should be refused temporarily."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly.

A successful demon king of the fox clan must come from Qingqiu. A big event is about to happen. If he takes action rashly, he may be able to scare off the enemy. With Hu Ling'er's courage, he would rather abandon Qingqiu and escape after hearing the turmoil related to Zhouyi.

The life and death of the tribe, the face of the demon clan, how can it be more important than one's own life.

Ao Rong said happily: "Sir, the little god is right!"

"After dinner, Pindao and you will go have a look."

Zhou Yi agreed, and the little dragon in front of him looked quite pleasing to the eye.

The atmosphere suddenly became harmonious. Ao Rong kept pouring wine for Zhou Yi, telling stories about his experiences or interesting things he had heard, and turning to the fairy book as he talked.

"I have to say that this fairy book has endless uses."

Ao Rong praised: "Many ways to identify evil spirits are simple and practical. The fox demon has great magic power and can transform into a human form to seduce men, but it is not able to hide it."

"Billions of people have survived countless times because of this book, and their merits are immeasurable."

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Could it be that this guy or Baojing recognized his identity.

I deliberately didn't say it out loud, just to flatter him, but Zhou Yi felt secretly relieved after hearing it.

"You can also write books to gain merit! I heard that when "The Punisher's Theory" was written, the author was just an ordinary person."

"Hiss! Little gods don't dare to do anything to accumulate merit, but don't write novels!"

Ao Rong waved his hands repeatedly: "It's a thankless effort. I can't tell you which stroke made people unhappy. It's just cause and effect."

"This fox demon was surrendered by you and is waiting for his tribe to seek revenge. There is no karma related to the real person who wrote the book!"

"Besides, most people can't bear the weight of such great merit!"

Ao Rong explained clearly the disadvantages of writing a book in a few words.

"You can see clearly that in everything, there are gains and losses."

The massive merits gained from the two volumes of Zhouyi have long attracted the attention of experts. However, his rise was too fast and he had no time to plan and occupy, so he could only cooperate happily.

After having enough wine and food, Zhou Yi called the waiter to calculate the money.

The shopkeeper came over with the waiter and said respectfully: "Master Tao, you look like a master from the looks of it!"

"My boss has long ordered that when a master comes as a guest, he will not ask for money for drinks. Mr. Dao's cow is taken care of by a waiter and has already drunk."

"Is there still such a rule?"

Zhou Yi looked at Ao Rong with a strange expression on his face.

Ao Rong shook his head and said: "It's not my arrangement, this rule has been in place for a long time. It is said that when Anlongjiang God came here, he did not ask for wine money, so he came to drink every day. Until one day, the drunken man showed his true form. He praised the wine and drunk the dragon. That’s why we got the names of Qinglongzui and Longlai Pavilion!”

Ao Rong's face didn't turn red, his heart didn't beat, and he told the story of being a freeloader and cheating on wine with a calm face.

"I see."

Zhou Yi asked curiously: "Then how to judge who is an expert? If someone deliberately comes to eat for free, wouldn't it be a big loss?"

"Master Dao is joking. Masters are not that easy to deal with. Just because of their temperament and demeanor, they cannot be faked by poverty. A really rich person would not do such a thing."

The shopkeeper knew everything and truly treated Zhou Yi as a master. He said with a smile: "Of course there are some special signs. For example, a Taoist who comes riding a bull will definitely treat you to a meal of wine!"

“Fun and fun!”

Zhou Yi stroked his palms and smiled. Sure enough, he had to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. He could not see such interesting things and wonderful people in Luojing.

"Did your boss set this rule because he was obsessed with seeking immortality?"

The shopkeeper said respectfully: "Master Tao lost well. My boss is devoted to Tao. It's a pity that there is no fate and he can't pass it on!"

Zhou Yi nodded and said: "Go get paper and pen!"

"Master Dao, wait a moment."

The shopkeeper immediately ordered the waiters to bring the prepared high-quality pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Whenever an expert waived the money for drinks, most of them would leave the inkstones.

The owner specially built a loft and hung all the calligraphy in it, so he could copy and comprehend them whenever he had time.

Among them, the authentic works left by Ao Rong are also collected in a secret room and are family heirlooms.

Other customers in the store were not surprised by this. Some people said that the owner was so eager to seek truth that he attracted a lot of swindlers to fool him into eating and drinking.

An old scholar who once claimed to be a great Confucian did not use a writing brush when he was saving his calligraphy treasures. He took a sip of fine ink and started spraying words. He was known as the master of the school.

Some people also said that the boss was destined to be an immortal. Didn't the Dragon King come here? Unfortunately, he didn't learn Taoism.

Da Gan established the Immortal Department, collected taxes from the immortals, and pulled the high-ranking monks down from the altar. Ordinary people can also discuss it. The old man playing chess at the entrance of the village can talk about the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism.

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment. Since the boss wanted to know Taoism, he would write the word Tao.

He wrote it in one go.

Tao!

The shopkeeper had seen many calligraphy works and was also a connoisseur. He couldn't help but exclaim: "Good calligraphy!"

Just this one word, whether it is a master or not, is worth the wine.

"Of course it is a good calligraphy!"

Ao Rong was envious, but he didn't dare to ask for the calligraphy. The calligraphy of the real immortal belongs to fate and cannot be forced.

If you want to see the calligraphy of the real immortal in the future, you can dream to the owner of this restaurant.

Zhou Yi said, "My calligraphy is useless and cannot help me comprehend the Dao. Hanging it at home can scare off some evil spirits."

The shopkeeper was not surprised. Other masters also said so. He ordered the waiter to put away the calligraphy and personally sent the two downstairs.

Ao Rong reminded, "You need to change the name of your restaurant. It should be called Xianlai Pavilion."

The shopkeeper was puzzled and said, "Sir, this is the calligraphy left by the Dragon King. Even the county governor has praised it."

"Not to mention the Dragon King, even the Dragon King's great grandfather should be changed!"

Ao Rong saw Zhou Yi walking away with the cow, and hurriedly chased him.

"Sir, how do you know that the fox demon is in the east?"

"I smelled it."

Zhou Yi asked, "Is the old dragon in Luoshui your great grandfather?"

Ao Rong nodded. Ninety-nine percent of the dragon bloodline in Yunzhou is related to the old dragon in Luoshui.

"It's a pity that Grandpa took the wrong path and fled out of the domain in a panic. The Luoshui Dragon Palace was ruined."

"Do you think the old dragon was wrong?"

Zhou Yi looked at him strangely. Could it be that this guy was saying one thing and thinking another just because the real immortal was in front of him?

"I am just a mixed-blood green dragon. I can't care about the great cause of the dragon clan and the future of the demon clan. I have been accustomed to Anlong River for three hundred years."

Ao Rong said: "Once the two clans fight, if I go to drink and show up again, what will be left behind is not a good story, but the demons will make trouble!"

Zhou Yi nodded slightly. When war comes, we know that peace is not easy.

Of course, hoping for peace is not to fear war. The world will inevitably fight after a long period of peace. Through blood and fire, life and death, the ownership of future interests will be determined.

Seeing that Zhou Yi was in a good mood, Ao Rong said with a shameless face: "Sir, I will treat you to dragon blood wine, and you should also leave a calligraphy!"

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "Why do you think I left a message?"

"Hmm..."

Ao Rong did not dare to neglect it. After thinking carefully, he said: "The owner is sincere. No matter whether he meets a master, he will waive the wine money. Finally, he met you."

"So, only sincerity can produce calligraphy! I am very sincere, especially sincere!"

Zhou Yi shook his head and said: "For such things, sincerity or insincerity is put aside. You must have money first. There must be people eating and drinking for free in that restaurant. If there is no money, it would have closed long before it met me!"

Ao Rong concentrated on thinking. The words of the real immortal must have deep meaning, and must be understood word by word.

"Sir, you mean that only continuous high investment can bring high returns. Taoism and Buddhism control the skills and spiritual objects, so they can recruit talented disciples, create more skills, and occupy more spiritual objects. Side doors can only be side doors forever..."

"From this, we can comprehend the great truth that the strong will always be strong!"

Ao Rong suddenly bowed and saluted: "Thank you for your guidance, sir!"

"That's not what I meant..."

Zhou Yi suddenly asked: "Are there two trees in front of your house?"

Ao Rong looked bitter and shook his head: "Sir, you are so reasonable. I can only comprehend the surface!"

"You think too much, isn't it just If you want my calligraphy, don't go to such trouble. "

Zhou Yi said: "When I lived in seclusion in Luojing, I copied a lot of Taoist scriptures to exchange for silver. If you want, go buy them. If you buy more, you will always find the real ones. "

"Hiss! Immortal fate is left in the Taoist scriptures, and those who are destined and rich will get it!"

Ao Rong took a breath and praised: "Sir, you are brilliant, and every move has a deep meaning!"

"Your flattery skills are not good!"

"The little god is open and honest, and never flatters!"

The streets were bustling with pedestrians, and no one noticed that a man, a cow, and a dragon disappeared silently.

...

Nameless Valley.

Flowers are in full bloom, competing for beauty, and many flowers of different seasons bloom together.

There is a circle of fences in the valley, and a few hens are clucking. There is a thatched house in the middle, and the sound of reading aloud comes from it.

Ao Rong slammed the wooden door and shouted, "Zheng boy, come out!"

A handsome young man came out of the room, his face pale, holding the Five Classics annotations in his hand. When he saw Ao Rong, he quickly opened the door and bowed.

"Meet God Ao Jiang!"

"Humph! It seems that the fox demon has told you my identity. If so, why don't you listen to my advice?"

Ao Rong walked into the yard and took a turn, mocking: "Why is a thousand-year-old fox pretending to be kind? Do you really want to live with you forever!"

"Lord Jiang, since we got married, Yue Niang has been eating vegetarian food every day and practicing Taoism."

Zheng Yu said loudly: "According to the Great Law, the demon clan is kind if they don't violate the law, and they will not be arrested or expelled. As a god appointed by the court, doesn't Jiang know the law?"

"Don't argue with me and pretend to be fearless!"

Ao Rong showed the injury on his chest and said: "This injury of mine was left by the fox demon. I just need to go to the capital to file a complaint, and it will definitely be reported to the Demon Slaying Division for hunting down the clan!"

Ao Rong had actually reported it to the court, but the first-grade demon king was already the top of the mortal world, and it was difficult to capture him.

The fox demon did not kill humans, but fell in love with a scholar and lived in seclusion. The Demon Slaying Division only filed a case for investigation.

Zheng Yu did not know this. When he heard about the Demon Slaying Division and the killing order, he panicked and bowed his head to pray.

"Lord Jiang, my wife and I are truly in love. She has never harmed anyone. I hope you will forgive her!"

"You said she didn't harm anyone. Did you know her before? How can you guarantee it in the future?"

Ao Rong snorted coldly: "Go and call her out quickly. I will arrest her today. I really can't sentence her to death. You can wait for her to come out and continue our relationship..."

Zheng Yu said: "I am not feeling well today. I caught a cold. My wife went to the mountains to collect herbs!"

"It is indeed a fox that harms people. It said that the reason for your physical weakness is that you are eroded by the evil spirit!"

Ao Rong said: "The evil spirit erosion shows that the fox demon is not good. Do you really think that I can't distinguish between good and bad?"

"Ahem! I know it. It's written in the immortal book."

Zheng Yu coughed violently a few times, his face was pale, and the blue veins and bloodstains were prominent.

Ao Rong was about to scold a few times when a beam of light flew from a distance and turned into a woman in a snow-white Taoist robe in an instant.

The woman was about fifteen or sixteen years old, pretty and charming, holding a purple Ganoderma lucidum in her hand. She was the fox demon Hu Jiuyue.

"You rascal, you come to harass my husband again. Do you really think I dare not be cruel?"

The momentum of the first-class demon king frightened Ao Rong and made him take a few steps back. Then he thought of the immortal to protect himself and stepped forward again.

"You, the fox demon, have violated the laws of the Great Gan Dynasty and committed the crime of harming people with demonic energy. You also used your magic power to injure this god, adding crime to crime!"

Ao Rong said: "If you are captured obediently at this time, there is still a glimmer of hope, otherwise... humph!"

"The rascal has the courage, there must be someone behind him!"

Hu Jiuyue's eyes flashed, and the demonic energy swept across the entire valley, but no strange breath was found.

There was a formation arranged by Hu Jiuyue in the valley. Once someone broke in, it would trigger the induction restriction, so she came back quickly from the way to collect herbs.

"Are you looking for the poor Taoist?"

Zhou Yi rode the divine bull, and his figure appeared from nothing to something.

Hu Jiuyue frowned, the fox fairy's eyes could not see through the depth of the Taoist, and he pinched the magic formula with his hands to cast a few spiritual lights.

The spiritual light fell on the Taoist, without any ripples, as if a drop of water merged into the sea.

What shocked Hu Jiuyue was that the cow under the Taoist's seat could not be tested, as if it was really a yellow cow in the fields!

"You, the fox demon, seem to have some cause and effect with an old friend of mine."

Zhou Yi waved his hand lightly, and the magic power turned into a big hand that covered the sky and grabbed it. The vitality of heaven and earth imprisoned Hu Jiuyue, and he couldn't even use the escape method.

Zhou Yi brought Hu Jiuyue in front of him and said coldly.

"What is your relationship with Jingtai?"

"Jingtai?"

Hu Jiuyue's eyes were confused, and he didn't know what to say.

Zhou Yi suddenly realized that Emperor Jingtai had never revealed his identity as the leader of the Heavenly Demon Alliance until his death. After his death, the Demon Alliance collapsed, and his elders and deacons regained their freedom.

"Are you the remnant of the Heavenly Demon Alliance?"