13: You want me to become a monk? I'm not Xu Xian.

“Have you heard? Yesterday, several wedding sedan chairs in our county were abducted midway by Great Immortal Huang. Not a single bride escaped.”

“Oh no, Great Immortal Huang loves to eat virgins. The brides are probably in grave danger.”

“Alas, it’s fate. I heard that the Young Miss of the Su Family, a prominent family in our county, was among them. Old Master Su was so anxious that he invited Monk Fayun from Chuyun Temple in Lin County overnight. He is determined to get the Young Miss of the Su Family back.”

With such an incident, it was no wonder Widow Wang didn't set up her stall.

Gu Changsheng sighed softly.

Yesterday, after killing Chen Huanzhi, he deliberately took a detour to return home to conceal his tracks, but unexpectedly Xiao Cui was abducted by a Yellow-skinned demon.

Indeed, the world is unpredictable.

Gu Changsheng activated his Spirit Eye Technique and began searching for traces along the wedding procession route.

“The Yellow-skinned demon appeared and abducted people; they came and went in a hurry, so they must have left some tracks. Perhaps they can still be rescued.”

Not long after, Gu Changsheng found a tuft of yellow fur on the ground.

Black Qi permeated it, carrying a weasel-like scent.

“This is it.”

Gu Changsheng absorbed a wisp of the yellow fur's aura and let his snake tongue devour it.

His spirit seeped into it, and a faint black trail, almost imperceptible, appeared before his eyes.

Following the trail, he transformed into a blood shadow. Half a day later, an desolate mountain appeared before Gu Changsheng.

“The source of the scent is on this desolate mountain.”

At this moment, Gu Changsheng's ears twitched.

The sound of fighting came from ahead.

Gu Changsheng concealed his figure and quietly approached, only to see an old monk fighting a spell with an old woman.

The old woman's face was sinister and cold, yellow fur grew on her cheeks, and black Qi steamed from her body, transforming into a Yellow-skinned demon phantom, baring its fangs and claws, its power terrifying.

However, the black Qi was always suppressed within three feet of her by the Monk's kasaya's Buddhist light, unable to get close.

“Bald donkey, how dare you provoke my Huang Family lineage? Do you think there’s no one in our Liaodong Five Immortals here?”

A cold voice emanated from the Yellow-skinned demon phantom, clearly indicating that was the true master.

The old woman before him was merely the Great Immortal Huang's possessed surrogate.

“Amitābha. The Liaodong Five Immortals are merely five types of demons that devour living beings and have grown powerful.

In the future, this poor monk will collect them one by one into his golden bowl.

Today, let's start with you, Yellow-skinned demon.”

Monk Fayun raised his golden bowl and roared, “Hmph!”

Golden light burst forth, and several golden Dragons flew out.

Accompanied by the ethereal Buddhist chants, the old woman let out a tragic scream, most of the black Qi evaporated, and even the Yellow-skinned demon phantom on her body faded considerably.

“Monk, you are forcing me to fight to the death!”

The Yellow-skinned demon phantom shrieked.

A layer of blood beads emerged from the possessed old woman's body, soaking through her clothes, and her physique also underwent drastic changes.

Yellow fur spread from her cheeks to her entire body, and her claws became dark and huge.

Her figure, like a ghost, struck out, and her sharp claws landed on the Monk, but a metallic clang sounded.

The Monk's eyes widened in anger, and with a powerful shake, the old woman spat out blood and flew back ten meters.

Inside the Immortal Cave, the Yellow-skinned demon, sitting cross-legged, spat out blood, its face full of venom, and said, “Damn bald donkey, he actually cultivated a golden body. No, I need to find another place.”

Possession and its host share one fate.

The old woman was severely injured, which in turn affected the Yellow-skinned demon's main body.

The Yellow-skinned demon, with its yellowish-green eyes, looked at the abducted women, its eyes full of greed.

“What a pity for this blood food…”

Like a cunning rabbit with three burrows, the Yellow-skinned demon had already prepared an escape route.

Outside.

“Good heavens, this Monk is a bit fierce.”

This was the first time Gu Changsheng had encountered someone whose Physical Body could withstand a demon.

‘The visualization technique this Monk Cultivates must lean towards Body Refining, strengthening Qi and blood. It's perfect for me.’

Gu Changsheng was about to take out paper and brush to draw, but he sensed a Yellow-skinned demon emerging from a distant cave entrance.

Its aura was restrained and weak, but the black Qi could not be hidden under the Spirit Eye Technique.

‘The Yellow-skinned demon's main body…’

Gu Changsheng narrowed his eyes, took out a wolf-hair brush, and imbued it with the Sharpness Technique.

The wind-controlling insights of Qingfeng Swordplay surfaced.

Qingfeng Throws Sword.

Whoosh——

The wolf-hair brush flew through the air, making a whooshing sound, directly piercing the Yellow-skinned demon's head and firmly pinning it in a rock crevice.

Blood flowed everywhere, and it quickly lost its breath.

Gu Changsheng quietly approached, and just as he was about to test it, a wisp of yellow light shot out from the Yellow-skinned demon's body.

It was so fast that he couldn't dodge in time, only managing to block with his arm.

“What is this…”

Gu Changsheng looked at the plum blossom mark on his arm, his expression complex.

In his perception, his body had gained a cold energy, and when his consciousness seeped into it, there seemed to be a vague sense of being spied upon.

The aura was inherited from the Yellow-skinned demon lineage.

‘Could it be a tracking mark from the Great Immortal Huang lineage?’

Just then, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

“Amitābha, benefactor, by slaying the Yellow-skinned demon, you have eliminated a scourge for the people. However, this old monk observes that black Qi permeates your being, and your demon Spell Cultivation is profound, with no small risk of losing control. Fortunately, benefactor has deep Buddhist affinity; why not return to Chuyun Temple with this old monk, cleanse your cultivation, and convert to Buddhist teachings?”

Monk Fayun clasped his palms together, his sudden appearance startling Gu Changsheng.

‘Converting me to a Monk? I'm not Xu Xian.’

Gu Changsheng rolled his eyes, picked up the Yellow-skinned demon, and slung it over his shoulder.

“Great Master, you worry too much. The weasel demon is dead; we should quickly rescue the abducted women.”

Monk Fayun nodded slightly.

However, his hesitant demeanor clearly showed that his ‘wicked intentions’ were not dead.

Entering the cave, five women were confined in a stone cell, with a small demon dozing at the entrance.

Monk Fayun flipped his golden bowl, and a golden light emerged, sucking the few small demons into it.

Gu Changsheng watched enviously.

This golden bowl was clearly a Spiritual Artifact.

Compared to a Spirit Building Stage cultivator, Gu Changsheng only had a wolf-hair brush as a Magical Artifact, and no Spiritual Artifacts at all.

His only potential Spiritual Artifact—the longquan sword—was still in the process of gestation.

‘No rush, I can wait.’ Gu Changsheng comforted himself.

The stone cell opened, and the five women huddled in a corner, clutching their clothes, their faces full of fear.

Xiao Cui was among them.

“Everyone, don't be afraid, the Yellow-skinned demon is dead. We are here to rescue you.”

Under the Fox Shadow Technique, Gu Changsheng transformed into a weathered swordsman.

The women immediately expressed their boundless gratitude, bowing their heads in worship.

In the crowd, Xiao Cui blinked, staring at Gu Changsheng's retreating back, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.

‘The benefactor's back… how is it a bit like… Brother Changsheng…’

Immediately, Xiao Cui smiled bitterly and shook her head.

‘Sigh, in the wilderness, how could Brother Changsheng appear here… I must be going mad.’

The desolate mountain was not far from Chenping County; at Gu Changsheng's speed, it would take half a day to reach.

However, with several ordinary people, their pace naturally couldn't be fast.

At night, a dilapidated temple suddenly appeared on the road.

Gu Changsheng frowned.

He remembered that this dilapidated temple wasn't there when they came.

Looking back, he indeed detected a hint of solemnity in Monk Fayun's eyes.

At this moment, thunder rolled, and dark clouds obscured the moon.

It would soon rain heavily.

“Great Master, it seems we have no choice but to enter this temple.”

“Very well, if there is any unusual situation, please protect the Young Misses, benefactor. This old monk will handle the demons.”

Monk Fayun clasped his palms together and transmitted a secret message.

The wilderness is full of strangeness; even knowing that the dilapidated temple ahead might be problematic, they had no choice but to enter it to take shelter from the rain.

Inside the dilapidated temple.

A fire was lit, crackling and popping, with scattered sparks flying out.

Gu Changsheng formed a hand seal, concentrating the Sharpness Technique at his fingertips, and generated a Sword Qi.

He sharply cut off the Yellow-skinned demon's thigh, placed it over the flames to roast, and golden-yellow fat dripped into the fire, making popping sounds and emitting a strange aroma.

“Great Master, would you like a bite?”

Gu Changsheng teased.

“Amitābha, thank you for your kindness, benefactor, this old monk brought dry rations.”

Saying this, Monk Fayun pulled out steamed buns and a water skin from his golden bowl and distributed them to everyone.

Gu Changsheng stared wide-eyed.

Good heavens, that golden bowl, in addition to fighting, actually had storage capabilities.

“If you don't eat, so be it.”

He had intended to give some to the women, but as soon as they heard it was the Great Immortal Huang's meat, they all turned pale with fright and desperately refused.

Gu Changsheng took a fierce bite of the thigh meat; the aroma was intoxicating.

As soon as it entered his stomach, a wave of warmth rose from his abdomen.

[Experience + 5]

Gu Changsheng came to his senses.

This was the refining effect of the Lame Foot Technique.

‘This demon meat tastes good, chewy. And the thigh meat can also increase cultivation and improve Qi and blood. It's just that the quantity is small. However, this old Monk's Qi and blood are much stronger than mine. How does he replenish Qi and blood by only eating steamed buns and vegetarian food? Or is there another way…’

Gu Changsheng quietly observed Monk Fayun.

At this moment, a knock came from outside the door.

Gu Changsheng's vigilance greatly increased.

They've arrived!