Bai Yu's clothes and bamboo hat were torn to pieces.
Under the unbearable pressure, he could no longer maintain his human form.
The white mist dispersed.
A giant toad, five feet long, as tall as a small tree, and as big as a sixty-seven-year-old man, with ice beads in its mouth, appeared in the middle of the street.
In mid-air, Zhou Yi's eyes narrowed slightly.
In the nearly transparent belly of the toad spirit, the intestinal slave and another boy in yellow were wrapped and entangled in a sticky ice film.
Their ears, nose, and eyebrows were covered with frost, and they were hugging each other, with expressions of horror and despair.
"Dong dong...dong dong..."
Deep inside the body, Jianwan was eager to try, becoming more and more impatient.
At the same time, the toad spirit turned around tremblingly, raised its plump webbed claws, bowed in the air and begged for mercy, mouthing human words: "Exalted Master, have mercy on me! Master, have mercy on me! The little monster swears that he will never hurt anyone indiscriminately again."
Got it!"
"You actually want to peek at me?"
Zhou Yi raised his long eyebrows hidden under the cloth, and without hesitation, he brought his fingers together and aimed at the midline of Toad Spirit's belly.
Buzz!
The sound of the sword reverberated like thunder on the ground, instantly resounding throughout Wenhe County.
That sword energy was like the morning light penetrating the sky. In an instant, it shattered the gray sky of the county town, and penetrated straight down, slashing towards the giant toad whose face was full of regret and grief.
On his deathbed, Bai Yu finally saw clearly.
It was a handsome man descending from the sky, wearing a robe as white as snow and his head wrapped in a cloth scarf.
The appearance of the master is really unique.
To hide his superior hairline?
At the last moment of his life, Bai Yu suddenly remembered something.
I remember that the innate ghost said that there is an expert living in seclusion in Wenhe County.
...is an eminent monk who plays in the human world...
etc!
Eminent monk!
But...even in the game world, as a peerless holy monk with the ability to crush mountains and level rivers, why would you cover your head and sneak up on me from behind!!!
With this last thought flashing through his mind, Bai Yu, whose head was full of questions, was chopped into two pieces from top to bottom by the sword energy.
Immediately, it was torn into pieces, and the demon body's flesh and blood turned into a large ball of frost-like snow-white powder, floating in the deserted long street.
Zhou Yi fell from the air, landed on one foot, and the cloth on his head fell with the wind.
His other foot had already turned to the other side along with the twisting of his hip.
Instinctively, I want to escape from the scene as soon as possible.
However, the scene before him stunned him.
"Is he dead...that's it?"
Zhou Yi was silent for a long time, slowly retracted the extremely disharmonious thigh, lowered his head and looked at his fingers.
Kill monsters once and slay demons once.
Both the process and the ending were incredibly smooth.
Are you really that lucky?
Are all the monsters and ghosts we encounter weak and vulnerable?
Or... this sword energy is actually not as weak as I thought?
At this moment, a line of small black characters flew past my eyes:
'... There are many toad spirits in the south of the Five Ridges, holding ice beads in their mouths. Mists can often appear on sunny days, which can lead to frost, cold, rain and hail, and crops, people and animals are all injured. The natives call it white rain. Toads are yin types, and the yin energy gathers.
The body needs to eat raw people to deprive them of their yang energy, and then spit them out. After returning home for a few days, they will freeze to death. This spirit likes to wear bamboo hats and soap boots, which is strange...'
Zhou Yi sighed softly.
"I just came out now... In other words, those people in the county who froze to death after returning home were all swallowed up by Bai Yu, the toad spirit, who sucked up all the yang energy and then spit it out. Amitabha, this monster really deserves to die.
What a disgusting eating habit.”
Beside the stone pier not far away, the intestinal slave and the little servant boy were still hugging each other tightly.
Trembling, eyes closed.
It seemed like he was in some kind of painful nightmare.
"A bowel slave, a young boy, a man on top of a man, the man can kneel down, what a bad fate."
A jade-white palm gently pressed the center of Chang Slave's eyebrows.
The warm health-preserving power flowed out, quickly circled around the intestines slave and Qing'er, and then returned to Zhou Yi's body.
The frost on their faces quickly melted, their body temperatures rose, and they separated from each other. There was a look of reluctance on their faces even while they were sleeping, making Zhou Yi shake his head slightly and sigh.
"Qing'er...Qing'er! Whoever is coming, wake up, there are monsters!"
In the distance of the slowly receding morning fog, Liu Linghe's crying voice came.
"In the current situation of monsters, if you don't forget about the safety of your slaves, you come from a rough and shabby background, but you have cultivated yourself into a gentle and gentle gentleman. This person is quite good."
Zhou Yi looked away, picked up the intestine slave, and jumped into the sky in the county town.
Then there was a burst of irregular leaps and bounds among the treetops on the eaves.
Only after confirming that there was no one behind him or other beings following him, did he take a detour and quietly return to Xu Mansion.
…
"Qing'er? Qing'er!"
Liu Linghe hugged the little servant boy lying on the street corner in surprise.
At this time, many county residents were awakened by the thunderous explosion on a clear day. They opened their doors and looked through their windows, talking endlessly.
The morning sun was falling, and the people on the street, the bullock carts, the breakfast shops, the steamed cake stalls, the candied haws sellers... everything was not much different from the early mornings in the past.
Liu Linghe huddled in a corner of the breakfast shop, looking at the still unconscious little servant boy, and then at the bustling county town with people everywhere, his eyes were in a trance, and his mind was empty, as if everything he had just done was just an absurdity. Lu Li's strange dream.
After a long time, he didn't see the person he was expecting... or even exist.
Liu Linghe's face was full of regret. Under the strange looks of the diners, he stood up, straightened his sleeves, and bowed deeply to the street.
After a while, he straightened up, put Qing'er on his back, and ran toward the ferry outside the county.
By sunset, Liu Linghe had already taken a big boat and drifted on the Yuqing River.
The sunset glow is like fire, the green mountains and green waters by the river, and the rolling pines are the perfect scenery.
Liu Linghe, however, was not in the mood to recite poems and kept wandering in the cabin.
Until there was a slight cough from the side, Liu Linghe's face finally bloomed with joy.
"Qing'er, are you awake?"
"Young Master... Wuwuwu, Qingnu almost lost sight of Young Master."
"This time has made you suffer. Are you feeling unwell? I have already inquired about a famous doctor in Guangyuan County."
"Thank you for your trouble, young master. Not only does Qingnu feel no discomfort, but he feels more powerful."
Liu Linghe just thought that Qingnu was comforting himself and didn't think much. He pondered for a moment and asked: "What happened this morning? How could the monster let you go? And... where is the curly-haired righteous man?"
Qing'er was stunned for a moment, excitement gradually appeared in her eyes, and she grabbed Liu Linghe's hand with all her strength.
"Sir, did you know that Qingnu was rescued by an immortal who descended from the sky!"
Liu Linghe's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his voice trembled slightly: "There really is an immortal in this world! Qing'er, tell me, what kind of appearance and posture does that immortal have, and how did he save you?"
Qing'er raised his eyebrows as if recalling: "I remember, the immortal who flew on the auspicious clouds seemed to have just stretched out a finger and killed the toad monster in the air."
Liu Linghe's breathing became heavier again and he stared at Qing'er closely, for fear of missing a word.
"As for his appearance... I was swallowed by a monster at that time. I was so panicked and nervous that I didn't see clearly." Qing'er said in annoyance.
Liu Linghe also showed a little regret in his eyes: "Well, meeting an immortal is already a rare and precious destiny. Even your young master, I am extremely envious..."
"Hey, I remembered something." Qing'er suddenly interrupted.
Liu Linghe looked anxious: "Just tell me when I think of it. What does hesitation have to do with your young master?"
"Aren't you worried that the young master will be sad?"
"Why am I sad?"
"Because I suddenly remembered that after the immortal flew over, the scarf fell from his head...but there was no long hair, not even one...it seemed to be one...it was one..."
"A monk?"
Liu Linghe blurted out, then looked suspicious, "No, in this world, how can there be any real monks? Qing'er, are you wrong?"
Qing'er shook her head like a rattle: "The difference between a head with long hair and a head without hair is so huge! Master, you didn't see it, otherwise you wouldn't believe it."
Liu Linghe was silent for a long time, with a complicated look in his eyes, and said slowly: "What happened today, please don't tell anyone about it after you return home. My father is old, but he still has to do it every day."
I'm busy with my help, and I really don't want to bother his old man anymore. Secondly, as long as I can remember, my family loves martial arts and hates Buddhism extremely..."
Qing'er nodded repeatedly: "Young master, don't worry, I understand, I won't say a word nonsense."
Liu Linghe nodded slightly.
The river and sky are dark at night, and the bright moon hangs high.
In the distance on the sparkling water, there seemed to be fish, shrimps, river crabs chasing each other and playing.
Inside the cabin...
"Qing'er, do it again."
"Sir... please spare Qingnu, Qingnu really can't bear it anymore!"
"Just the last time."
"Young master is so bad. I have already said this is the last time! Qingnu has really run out of energy!"
"Haha, don't worry, we'll start from the back this time."
"Back there? Young Master, you are really good or bad, okay..."
"Stop talking nonsense and get started."
"Where do we start next... Oh, just when the young slave and the righteous brother were freezing to death and desperate, the toad spirit suddenly stopped on the spot and started to tremble... Young Master, my mouth is really dry. Please drink some water.
I’ll tell you again.”
The moonlight filtered through the window lattice, and the young master rested his head on his head, closed his eyes, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth, listening patiently to the little servant boy telling the story of the eminent monk slaying the demon.