Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 26 How can we meet again?

Wuzhan finished writing another copy. After the two monsters got their hands on it, they were overjoyed and looked at each other's copies from time to time to see if they were different from their own. Wuzhan took this opportunity to overturn the inkstone, and the ink spilled onto the scroll, blurring the ancient characters on it. "Oh, it's my fault that I accidentally dirtied the scroll. What should I do?" He hurriedly wiped it with his hands, and the wipe made the silk black, and not even a single word could be seen.

Jin Xingzi said, "It's okay, it's okay, that thing is useless now." He spat out a fireball, which landed on the silk. The scroll caught fire with a puff. Wuzhan dodged backwards in a hurry and was nearly burned.

Ling Kongzi asked, "Why did you burn it? What if he copied it wrong? How can we check it later?"

Jin Xingzi scratched his green hair and said regretfully, "Yeah, I actually forgot about it. I thought it was useless and didn't think too much about it." He added, "But even if it's wrong, you can still understand it, so just burn it. The fewer copies of this spell, the better. The more copies, the more chances that other monsters will know it. Besides, ours are the same, so how can there be any mistakes? If it's wrong, we can just compare it."

"That's right!" Ling Kongzijian laughed.

Jinxingzi's original form was a fire rat, and Lingkongzi's original form was a golden-eyed eagle. It took them a hundred years of practice to transform into half-human forms, and they are sometimes stupid.

Wuzhan stood up, bowed and said, "Since the dispute between the two of you has been resolved, I will hurry on my way and take my leave now."

Jin Xingzi put away the silk book, stepped forward to block him, and said with a sly smile: "Hey, do you think you can leave alive today? There is a saying that goes "cut the grass... cut the grass what is it?"

Lingkongzi then said: "Kill the donkey!"

"Yes, 'cut the grass and kill the donkey' to prevent future troubles!"

Wuzhan was calm and said calmly: "The scroll has been burned by you. The spell in your hands is the current text I translated. You killed me without verifying it. If there is any omission, you will be happy for nothing. Giving others a way to survive is also giving yourself a way out."

Ling Kongzi said: "Yes, we can't kill him. We need to leave a way out for ourselves. It's all your fault. You almost killed him!"

Jin Xingzi scratched his head and said with a smile: "We were just joking with you, how could we kill you, little fresh meat, where are you going? How about we give you a ride?"

Wuzhan said: "I want to go to Huashan."

Jin Xingzi hurriedly said: "Well! Forget it, you go by yourself, I'm going back to practice!" As he said that, he disappeared in a flash, and Ling Kongzi spread his wings and flew away as well.

Wuzhan picked up the inkstone, ground the ink, picked up the pen, sat cross-legged on the ground, lowered his head, and carefully wrote another copy of "The Golden Elixir Sutra" on the remaining piece of silk. He stood up, coughed lightly a few times, and walked slowly towards the setting sun that had just appeared these days. A fragrant breeze blew by, and the silk left on the ground was blown up by the wind.

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Having missed the time and unable to reach the nearby villages, Wuzhan could only spend the night under a cliff. After crossing the Deshui River, he had run out of money. If he continued walking like this, it would still take three days to reach Huashan. The wind was cold and the cliffs were rugged. No beasts were heard calling that night, so... it wasn't too cold.

When I opened my eyes, I found that the branches were covered with bare white.

I got up and walked forward. Not far away, beside the winding path, there were stacked white cotton shirts, three steamed buns on top of the clothes, and a pair of cotton shoes, warm, placed there.

At noon, a cooked chicken suddenly flew across the sky and landed in front of Wuzhan. It was just wrapped in leaves and was still steaming.

Wuzhan picked it up, sat on the ground, opened the leaves, and continued to eat the things that fell from the sky. It smelled really good, and the leaves also had that fragrance.

Not far away, there was a chuckle with tears in his eyes, but he continued on his way without any obstacle in his way.

Like a shadow following you, yet you cannot see it; when the clothes are fluttering, where does the wind bring them? If the love between two people is long-lasting, how can you not hear the sound of tears?

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At the foot of Mount Hua, Wuzhan looked up and saw dangerous peaks rising straight into the sky, steep cliffs, and no mountain path. It was even more steep and taller than Cangyan Mountain. Just as he was about to climb up along the mountain path, he suddenly heard an anxious shout from behind: "Wuzhan!"

A graceful young girl in white walked out of the forest. Her beautiful eyes lacked innocence and had more sorrow. She looked at Wuzhe timidly.

Wuzhan stayed there, his back to Wanjiao, his brows slightly furrowed, his lips trembling. He wanted to say something cruel, but couldn't bear it. Besides, she had no reason to be hurt. He thought to himself, "It's nothing, just say a few nice words, that's all!" He turned around slowly and said, "Why are you following me here if you don't want to practice the Golden Elixir Sutra?"

Wanjiao laughed, ran happily to Wuzhan, and said angrily: "If Wanjiao hadn't followed you, you would have been hungry. You are not grateful to me, but you blame me!"

Wuzhan bowed and thanked him: "Thank you Wanjiao for taking good care of me along the way. I am very grateful!"

Wanjiao asked happily: "Hey, tell me, how did you survive?"

Wuzhan joked: "Someone carried me down the mountain to feed the white tiger, but the white tiger didn't eat me, but I was eaten by the white tiger."

Wan Jiao said angrily, "You liar, tell the truth or I'll hang you up!" She swung the ribbon, wrapped it around Wuzhan, and pretended to hang him up.

Wuzhan was entangled by the ribbon, and his breathing was not even. It was also because his illness was about to flare up. He coughed violently a few times, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Wanjiao's face turned pale. She hurriedly loosened the ribbon, reached out her hand to help Wuzhan breathe, and said regretfully: "It's my fault!"

Wuzhan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and said, "Wuai, I was always like this before. It's not your fault."

Wanjiao helped Wuzhan sit down and said, "Haven't you heard of any magic medicine that can cure it?"

Wuzhan said blankly: "Don't even mention the panacea. He even drank poison. It's a miracle that he can live to this day."

Wanjiao felt a pang in her heart and said softly, "I must cure your illness." Wuzhan shook his head and said, "Don't add to your troubles."

"How can you find it if you don't look for it? You don't have to look for it, I will look for it, and I will definitely find it for you!"

Wuzhan thought, "Maybe I will be gone before she can look for me, and she won't have to look for me then." Wuzhan asked, "How did you end up there?"

Wan Jiao said, "I carried you down the mountain, but later I couldn't carry you anymore, so I put you under a tree and went to look for a doctor. I went to Caiwei Valley but couldn't find Lu Qingfang, so I had to capture his disciple to treat you. When I got back there, you were gone. I thought you were eaten by wild beasts, and I was sad for a long time. Later, I killed all the wild beasts on the mountain, but couldn't find a single bone of yours. I held on to the hope that you were still alive and came to the place that must be passed to Mount Hua. Unexpectedly, I found you again. Didn't you say you didn't want to see me, so I followed you and didn't let you see me."

"In the end, we met again."

"You're so annoying. You ate Wanjiao's food and wore Wanjiao's clothes without saying a word. If I don't call you back, it will be hard to see you. Tell me quickly, how did you drive that Taoist crazy? How did you survive?"

Wuzhan narrated to Wanjiao how he made Qingyang go insane and how he was rescued. After listening, Wanjiao said to Wuzhan, "I admire your brain more and more now. If I could only wait to die, no wonder you said I was stupid."

At this time, someone on the mountain shouted, "There is an evil spirit!" It seemed that two people were coming here to capture it.

Wanjiao immediately became alert and said to Wuzhan reluctantly, "Those stinky Taoists are here. I have to go. You must wait for me to find the antidote for you!" After saying that, she jumped up and flew backwards towards the woods. She looked at Wuzhan affectionately until her pretty face disappeared into the jungle.

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As soon as Wanjiao left, two young men in dark blue Taoist robes jumped in front of Wuzhan and pointed their swords at him. Wuzhan had straightened up and looked at the man holding the sword. He was not tall, with small eyes, thin eyebrows, and sparse beard. He was ready to attack, as if he would stab with the sword at any time. Due to the height difference, the sword was slightly raised. The other man had a well-proportioned figure, distinct facial features, eyes like lightning, and a smile on his face. He stood calmly beside him.

The young man holding the sword said, "There is a demonic aura on him!"

Wuzhan said: "I am a living person, how can there be a demonic aura?"

"You must have come into contact with a monster. Tell me, where did the monster go?"

Wuzhan thought: "The evil spirit he mentioned must be the fragrance on Wanjiao's body. She called the fragrance evil spirit. It seems that Wanjiao has stolen a lot of other people's things. I will delay for a while to let Wanjiao escape more safely!" Thinking of this, he bowed and said: "I would like to ask you, brother, what is evil spirit?"

"The demonic aura is the aura of the demon. Why are you asking this? Tell me where the demon has gone!"

"I don't know what the smell of that demon is. I want to ask you."

The sword-wielding young man glanced at his fellow disciple next to him and said, "Second Brother, he doesn't want to talk, what should we do?"

The second brother laughed and said, "He has been bewitched by the monster. You pointed your sword at him, so of course he won't talk. Put away your sword quickly, let's go after him. He is stalling for time!"

Seeing the sword-wielding young man put away his sword and prepare to chase after him with his second senior brother, Wuzhan bowed again and asked, "Excuse me, are you two disciples of Huashan?"

"Nonsense, how could there be other disciples at the foot of Mount Hua?" the young man replied as he put away his sword.

"Then I'd like to trouble you, Brother Dao, to go back and inform Master that Zitan's disciple wants to see you."

"Stop stalling here. If you want to transfer us away, Master won't see anyone!"

"I have come all the way here because I have something important to discuss with your master. As long as you report back, your master will definitely see me. If what I said is false, I am willing to accept the punishment!"

Seeing Wuzhan's firm words, the second brother turned to Wuzhan and asked, "What do you want to talk to Master about?"

Wuzhan said calmly: "I'm sorry I can't tell you before I meet your master!"

The second brother's face darkened and he said, "Since you don't say anything, we naturally won't report it. We will subdue the monster, and you go up the mountain to report it yourself!"

Wuzhan thought to himself, "How could a disciple of Mount Hua be so ignorant of etiquette, interfering in other people's affairs, being narrow-minded and not knowing the big picture?" He said calmly, "Mount Hua is so big, and the peaks are steep. Not only do I not know the mountain roads, but how could I disturb you without knowing the way?"

The disciple with small eyes said, "Who told you not to tell us where the monster went? Besides, you are a grown-up, can't you find it yourself?"

At this time, a magnetic male voice came from the mountain, "Third Junior Brother, what are you doing down the mountain again?" A moment later, a man floated in front of Wuzhan. This man had starry eyes, sword-like eyebrows, hair as sharp as a knife, a strong figure, and an extraordinary demeanor.

The third junior brother said, "My second senior brother and I smelled the scent of the fox demon and searched here. We smelled the demonic aura on him and asked him where the demon had gone. Not only did he not tell us, he also delayed our time and said he wanted to see the master!"

The eldest brother looked at Wuzhan and asked, "Why didn't you inform him and take him up the mountain?" Then he clasped his fists towards Wuzhan and said, "My name is Bai Haotian. I am sorry for my impoliteness. Please follow me up the mountain and I will take you to inform him!"

Wuzhan hurriedly returned the greeting and said, "Thank you, Brother Baidao!" He thought to himself, "Finally, I have a senior brother who understands etiquette."

The third disciple said, "Big Brother, let's continue to catch monsters."

The second brother said, "That fox demon has already escaped. Why are we still chasing him? Let's go back to the mountain!"

(End of this chapter)