Doing a Lot of Evil

Chapter 230: Many Evils

"Pooh, good luck. The monks from the Little Leiyin Temple didn't find this place."

Xian Qing'er asked curiously, "What bad things have you done? Why are you being chased wherever you go?"

“Maybe I’m just too good?”

Qin Mu raised his head and thought for a moment, and felt that this statement was absolutely correct: "I am too outstanding, and I am hated by others, so wherever I go, people will chase me."

He waved goodbye, and Xian Qing'er said quickly: "I'll go play with you when I'm free, but don't let your parents kill me!"

"good!"

As the sun was setting, Qin Mu finally arrived at Canlao Village. As soon as he entered the village, he saw more than a dozen chicken dragons that were more than a meter tall surrounding him with unfriendly faces.

The leader was the old hen. She became excited when she saw Qin Mu. She raised her wings and pointed at him, clucking non-stop at the other hens, as if telling them that this guy was an egg thief.

"I've only been away for half a year, and there are already so many chicken dragons in the village."

Qin Mu was facing a formidable enemy and shouted, "I am no longer the same person I was before. I am now the leader of the Tiansheng Sect. Even if you are outnumbered, I am not afraid of you at all!"

“Crack! Crack—”

A group of chicken dragons rushed up madly and drowned him. These chicken dragons had wings like swords, breathed fire like dragons, and had sharp claws that could split gold and stone. They were extremely ferocious.

Seeing this, Hu Ling'er hurriedly said, "Master, I'll go home first!" After that, she ran away.

After a while, Qin Mu forced the chickens back, panting. His head and face were covered in blood, his hair was messy and had a few chicken feathers stuck in it. The hen walked away arrogantly with the chickens, patrolling the village.

The Demon King Dutian laughed with gloating joy: "You stinky boy, you can't even beat a group of chickens!"

Qin Mu took off the chicken feathers on his head and said, "You just lost to a guy who couldn't even beat a group of chickens. Grandma, village chief, I'm back! You saw me being bullied by a group of chickens, but you didn't come to save me! Hey, why is there no one here?"

Qin Mu walked around the village and was amazed.

The rooms of the village chief and the pharmacist were also empty, and no one else in the village had returned. Only a few notes were found. Qin Mu opened the notes, and the first note said that the village chief, the pharmacist, the founder of the Demon Cult and others had gone to find Wuyou Township. If the villagers came back, they should help the pharmacist feed the insects first.

The second note was written by the butcher, saying that the village chief and his companions had not returned yet and he was worried about their safety, so the blind man and the butcher went to look for them.

The third note was left by the mute, saying that the blind man and the butcher had not returned, and I went to find them.

The fourth note was left by Lame Man and Ma Ye, saying that the village chief and his men might be in danger, and they should walk quickly to look for them.

The fifth note was left by Granny Si, saying that those old guys were a worry, so she went out to find them and asked Qin Mu not to run around when he came back.

"Mother-in-law and the others are worrying."

Qin Mu shook his head, put down his luggage, went to the medicine garden outside the village to pick a few spiritual medicine leaves, opened the earthen jar in front of the pharmacist's door and put them in. In the jar, a group of hungry insects immediately frantically snatched the food.

Qin Mu walked into the pharmacist's house again, dug out a few elixirs, crushed them and scattered them into other jars, then washed his hands and cooked.

“These broken clay pots…”

When the Demon King Dutian saw the broken clay pots that held the little bugs, he was shocked. Then his eyes fell on the water tank in front of the blacksmith shop and he was startled again, "This big water tank... and that rake, and that pot, and these treasures thrown around everywhere..."

"Master Demon, stop wandering around. You have many arms. Come and help me cook." Qin Mu called out.

The last ray of sunlight fell, and suddenly darkness rolled in from the west, rushing towards the east like a flood, swallowing up the mountains along the way and submerging the ruins!

Qin Mu was already accustomed to this kind of situation, so he didn't take it seriously and brought the food while wearing an apron. However, it was the first time that Demon King Dutian saw this horrifying scene. He was dumbfounded and speechless for a long time.

Just when darkness was about to engulf Canlao Village, a thin old man walked into the village carrying a basket of books on his back. The darkness behind him swept past, roaring from both sides of the village towards the east.

"Deaf Grandpa!"

Qin Mu was surprised and delighted. He quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks and went forward to greet him. The deaf man was wearing shabby clothes and it was obvious that he was not having a good time outside. He put down his book basket and said, "Is there any food? I've been hungry for several days."

“Just finished!”

Qin Mu quickly washed another set of bowls and chopsticks. The deaf man sat down and ate with big mouthfuls. He ate four or five bowls in a row and breathed a sigh of relief. Qin Mu served him a bowl of soup and wondered, "Where has Grandpa Deaf been these days?"

The deaf man's eyes twitched, and he said in a muffled voice, "Yankang. I went to look for the mute, but I couldn't find him. I also spent all my money, so I had to sell paintings."

The old man said bitterly, "People's hearts are not the same as they used to be! People's hearts are not the same as they used to be! I didn't even sell a single one of my paintings. Finally, I was so hungry that I met Old Lady Si, who gave me some money. Old Lady Si laughed at me for a long time. By the way, don't tell the pharmacist about this. He always laughs at me because I can't make as much money from painting as he does from selling medicine."

The Demon King of Dutian widened his eyes. This old man was an extremely skilled master. Could he be the master of the Sword Painting God? Such a great master was almost starved to death. If he didn't have money, wouldn't he rob?

Qin Mu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Grandpa Deaf, the world is not peaceful now, who would buy paintings for collection? If you are short of money next time, go sell it to the Imperial Master's Mansion. Imperial Master Yankang will definitely be happy to buy it at a high price."

The deaf man shook his head and said, "I destroyed tens of thousands of troops of Yankang State Master last time. If I go to his house to sell paintings, he will definitely kill me. I can't beat him."

Qin Mu smiled and said, "Come to Taixue to find me. I have plenty of money. I can buy as many paintings as you can draw. Are there any other paintings in Grandpa Lame's book basket? Sell them to me and I will pay you now."

"I burned it."

The deaf man said indifferently: "Where are the other people in the village? Haven't they come back yet?"

"Burned?"

Qin Mu felt so much pain in his body that if Imperial Master Yankang were here, he would have vomited three liters of blood.

He took out the note left by the pharmacist and others. The deaf man read it and said, "The handwriting is really ugly. Sleep well tonight. I will go find them tomorrow. Who is he?"

He then saw the Demon King Dutian, who said proudly, "I am the Lord of Dutian, the ruler of the Dutian world. You don't have to greet me."

"You're so ugly." The deaf man got up and went back to his room to sleep.

"I am the Demon King of the Dutian World!" said the Demon King of Dutian angrily.

Qin Mu said kindly: "Demon King, the deaf grandfather can't hear it."

"Bullshit, he could hear what you said just now!"

Qin Mu explained: "Sometimes he can hear it, and sometimes he can't."

The Demon King of Dutian was furious. Qin Mu cleaned up the dishes and prepared to go to bed. He said, "Demon King, don't run around at night. It's very dangerous in the dark."

The Demon King of Dutian was timid and thought to himself, "The brat doesn't dare to enter the darkness. Now is a good time to leave. As long as I walk into the darkness, I can get rid of him, and then I can preside over the grand ceremony and summon my true body."

After a while, Qin Mu fell asleep and snoring sounds could be heard.

The Demon King of Dutian tiptoed to the outside of the village. The stone statues at the four corners of the village emitted a faint light, so the village was not dark. However, the places where the light of the stone statues could not reach were pitch black and nothing could be seen.

The Demon King Dutian came to the entrance of the village cautiously, hesitated for a moment, stretched out a finger and probed into the darkness. He heard a crunching sound, pulled back his palm, and was stunned. His finger had disappeared, and he didn't know what had bitten it off in the darkness.

The Demon King Dutian looked at the wound, his heart moved slightly, and asked tentatively: "Gangnuodidahei (Who is in the darkness)?"

There was silence in the darkness. After a moment, a sinister voice was heard: "Apu Gaonigen (Who are you?)"

The Demon King Dutian was shocked and was about to speak when a voice suddenly came from behind him: "What are you doing? Why are you speaking devil language?"

When the Demon King Dutian saw the deaf man appear behind him, he was startled: "This deaf man has such sharp ears! No, isn't he deaf?"

The deaf man yawned, picked up the brush, wrote the word "Ding" on his body, and then went back to his room to sleep.

The Demon King Dutian was unable to move and wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

The next morning, Qin Mu got up early to cook. Long Qilin held a wash basin in front of Qin Mu, then sat down in front of the basin, waiting for food.

After the deaf man had eaten and drunk his fill, he said, "Mu'er, I'm going out to look for the village chief and his family to come back for the New Year. You and the big dog stay here to watch over the village."

Qin Mu responded, and Long Qilin ate the Red Fire Spirit Pill while saying in a muffled voice: "I am not a big dog, I am a half-dragon, half-qilin auspicious beast."

The deaf man did not hear anything, walked out of the village, picked up a pen, drew a dragon in the air, and rode away on the dragon.

The Demon King Dutian still stood there, unable to move.

Qin Mu put away the dishes and thought, "I wonder how the big guy Mo Yuan is doing these days. I brought him some gifts."

He looked at the Demon King Dutian, smiled, and whispered, "Gangnuodidahei?"

The Demon King Dutian was slightly shocked: "This kid also knows?"

Qin Mu asked Long Qilin to guard the village while he walked towards Zhenyang Palace. He had not walked far when he heard a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha! Demon leader, I have been searching for you everywhere but have never found you. I never thought I would meet you here."

A ragged monk appeared in front of him. When the two met, they were both a little surprised.

Qin Mu immediately recognized that this monk was the same monk who attacked his treasure ship during the Yankang Kingdom. His legs and feet were injured by his Shao Bao sword, but he was still able to run as fast as the wind.

"What's the monk's name?" Qin Mu smiled and looked around. He didn't see Long Jiaonan and the others, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

This monk was apparently being hunted by the root demon of Kujiji Ridge. After fleeing into Daxu, he encountered various unexpected events in Daxu. He was separated from Long Jiaonan and others, and fled here in panic, where he happened to meet him.

"My Buddhist name is Banchi."

The half-idiot monk looked up at the sky, tears streaming down his cheeks, and said with emotion: "Thank God for your mercy. I have finally accomplished my mission. Demon leader, you have committed many evil deeds. Let me send you off."

Qin Mu said solemnly: "Monk, you said that I have done many evil things. Please tell me one evil thing I have done so that I can die with a clear conscience."

The half-idiot monk rushed towards him with murderous intent, his body radiating Buddha light, and said in a stern voice: "You are the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect. This is the greatest evil! If there is an afterlife, please reincarnate as a good person!"