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

The bonfire was blazing.

Du Si didn't bother to bake the clothes, so he took out the half-wet books one by one and baked them.

One of the books, "The Punisher's Theory" printed by Zhuang Yuantang, attracted Zhou Yi's attention.

Zhuangyuantang settles more than one thousand taels of printing fees every month, which makes Zhou Yi's life in Kyoto very comfortable.

Zhou Yi stood up and leaned over, asking with a smile.

"Mr. Du, I came from Luojing, have you heard from the torturers in Hengyang?"

"Ah! Yes, you are?"

Du Si was concentrating on baking books. When he heard the voice, he raised his head and looked at Zhou Yi. His face was delicate and he had the elegant temperament of a scholar.

"Zhou Yi, from Zhoujia Village, Hengyang, returned to his hometown to visit relatives."

Zhou Yi walked over to the fire and used a branch to pick up the fire. A wisp of the earth's real fire melted into it, and the temperature immediately rose a lot.

"Zhoujiacun... I've never heard of it."

When Du Si heard that he was a fellow countryman, he couldn't help but feel close to him and said, "This book sold very well. My father specially ordered it from Zhuangyuantang and told me to carry it with me. He said it can ward off evil spirits."

"Warning off evil spirits? Haha, your father is right!"

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "There are many simple and easy-to-use methods in the book, which can save a lot of trouble when going out."

"The layman Liuquan who wrote the book must be a strange person. According to legend, he was a virtuous scholar from Jixia Academy."

Du Si carefully baked the book and said with admiration: "When I arrive in the capital, I will definitely pay him a visit."

At this time, the business leader who had been paying close attention to "The Punisher" unexpectedly came over.

"Master Du, we heard that the book was written by a god, just to save people in need."

The leader took out a roll of red cloth from his arms, with several pages of paper wrapped in it: "Before I went out this time, I specially paid my husband to copy what the gods said."

What was written on the paper was what the torturer said at the end of each story. There were words to advise people to stay away from monsters, ways to identify monsters, and mantras to calmly refuse temptation.

Zhou Yi asked: "Does the above method work? I will take a copy with me next time I go out."

"It's useful! Last time I went to Jin County, I passed by a mass grave and ran into a ghost wall. I went around and around and couldn't get out. In the end, the little boy broke his urine."

The leader shouted to one of his companions: "Erdan, you have to protect yourself. One day the boy's urine will fail and kill everyone."

Erdan muttered: "I'm still looking for a wife!"

"Hahaha……"

There was a series of laughter from the companions, and one person joked that when he got to the county town, he took Erdan to lose his virginity.

Zhou Yi also laughed, not in a fairy-like manner, but out of joy from the bottom of his heart.

Along the way from Luojing, what I saw and heard were tragedies. Ordinary people were like cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered in front of monsters, and it was inevitable that they would feel depressed in their hearts.

Now there is a book, a few pieces of paper, and my mind is like clouds blooming and the moon is bright.

Although he couldn't save the world from hardship, he did some useful things for the human race.

It was a cold wind and rain outside the mountain temple, but the inside of the temple was warm and cheerful. When they heard that Zhou Yi was coming from Kyoto, they coaxed him to talk about the prosperity of Luojing.

Zhou Yi was about to open his mouth when he recalled that he realized that he had lived in Luojing for nearly two years. In addition to being on duty, he would go home and copy scriptures every day. His life was similar to that of an otaku in his previous life. The most prosperous place he went to was Chunfeng Tower for drinking.

Could it be that dancing by the girls in Chunfeng Tower is detrimental to their elegant image...

"Luojing has a lot of people and cars. It's no different from an ordinary county town. Why don't I tell you a story I heard."

Zhou Yi changed the subject, with countless experiences of demons and ghosts flashing through his mind, and said slowly: "There was an uncle from Song Dynasty in Nanyang County. He met a ghost while walking at night. He asked who the ghost was..."

"...Uncle Song bit off the tip of his tongue, spit out the blood on the ghost, and took it to the Yamen of the Demon Slayer Division to receive two ounces of reward money."

Barren mountains, old forests.

Broken temple, rainy night.

Bonfires, ghost stories.

Xing Shang, Du Si and others didn't dare to breathe, and they didn't let out a long sigh of relief until the story was over.

Du Si praised: "Uncle Song is brave and wise, and he can play with ghosts and ghosts in the palm of his hand. He is awesome!"

"It turns out that ghosts are afraid of blood on the tip of the tongue. You need to practice it on weekdays, so as not to bite the ghost in case of pain."

The leader of the merchant murmured: "If you catch a ghost, don't beat it to death. You can also send it to the Demon Slayer Division to receive the reward!"

"Mr. Zhou, let me tell you another story. It's better than that storyteller."

"The storytellers all tell the same story, and they modify the story of the torturer and use it as a new story to cheat money."

The merchants heard this and started making noises one after another.

Zhou Yi chuckled and planned to tell a scary story to scare people. He couldn't waste the atmosphere.

The door to the mountain temple opened at some point.

The mountain wind blew in, causing the flames to dance.

A merchant got up to close the door and found a figure squatting outside the temple door.

In the light of the fire, the figure could be seen clearly. She was a young woman with good looks.

His whole body was soaked, his thin clothes clung to his skin, his arms were trembling across his chest, and a hint of snow-white could be seen.

Rumble——

Lightning and thunder roared, the wind and rain rushed, and the woman's cold complexion turned blue.

"Who are you?"

The businessman took a step back and subconsciously held the hatchet at his waist.

"The little girl is the daughter of the Huang family in Guning County. She lost her way in the mountains and encountered heavy rain..."

Just as Xing Shang was about to speak, the leader stood up, patted him on the shoulder three times, and said loudly: "Miss Huang, if you don't mind, come in to take shelter from the rain and warm yourself by the fire."

"Thank you, old man!"

The woman stood up and walked into the temple. She trembled as she walked, and her graceful curves also trembled, attracting the attention of the merchants.

The woman walked over to Du Si and sat down. She took off her clothes and warmed herself by the fire, revealing a lot of her beauty.

Du Si frowned and glanced away.

The leader took out a bamboo tube from his luggage and said with a smile: "Girl, this is our home-brewed rice wine. It will warm you up in the cold weather."

"I am such a good man, I will repay you well."

The woman's voice was ethereal, falling into the ears like small insects crawling, making people feel itchy all over.

He gently unscrewed the bamboo tube, raised his head and took a sip.

A layer of white hair slowly grew on the slender white jade neck.

The slender fingers holding the bamboo tube turned into white-haired claws.

"Do it!"

The leader shouted loudly, whipped out his hatchet and slashed at the woman.

The actions of other merchants were surprisingly consistent. They had obviously received some kind of signal and were ready for an ambush.

Five sharp hatchets and two sharp spears hit the woman in front and back.

"ah!"

The woman screamed, and there were several holes in her body, but there was no blood.

Phew! Poof!

The sound of air leakage from the bellows was heard, and only a crumpled human skin was left on the spot.

The white-haired weasel, which was more than three feet long, ripped open the human skin's back and fled from the mountain temple, leaving a series of blood stains on the ground.

"She, she, she is...a monster!"

Du Si's eyes were straightened, with a look of shock and fear.

Zhou Yi pursed his lips and chuckled. The moment he saw the bamboo tube, he roughly guessed the weasel's ending.

The torturer said that there was an article in the Anecdotal Record of Huling County where the historian of Huling County suspected that his son had married a vixen and asked the local elder for advice on how to solve the problem.

Su Lao dug out the rice wine brewed on the fifth day of May and asked Shi Yuanwai to find a way to trick his daughter-in-law into drinking it. Sure enough, the prototype of a vixen appeared, and he was beaten to death by the caretaker at the home.

Rice wine is yang in nature, and the Dragon Boat Festival is the last day of the year for yang energy. The brewed rice wine can suppress evil spirits and ghosts and make them appear.

The leader sighed in annoyance: "I lost a good piece of fur. This yellow fur is too cunning."

"The monster is very vindictive. Maybe he hasn't left yet."

Before Zhou Yi finished speaking, the scene in the mountain temple changed drastically.

The night rain on the barren mountain ruined the temple and transformed it into a magnificent palace.

There were red gauze tents everywhere in the hall, and there was a strong smell of incense, and there was a faint sound of women's chuckles.