Illusion 010

  What strange disease? How did he know that? Reborn in Yang Jian's body, even his past memories were vague, how would he know if there was a strange disease or not? He hastily thought about the mythological story of Yang Jian! After thinking for a moment, he really couldn't think of any strange diseases Yang Jian had as a teenager.

  Yang Jian hesitantly said, "Should... no. I had a fight with a thug during the day and only got some superficial wounds, but the pain just now was heartache. It has nothing to do with this injury."

  "Is your heart in pain?" The old Taoist frowned and looked at Yang Jiaolong. "Stretch out your right hand!"

  Yang Jian stretched out his hand obediently, this heartache was too hard to bear, he hoped that the old Taoist had a way to cure this illness! Suddenly thinking of the old Taoist's crazy and confused state, if there was no illness but said there was an illness, wouldn't he be frantically seeking medical attention?

  Yang Jian thought of this, his outstretched hand was about to withdraw, but the old man's move was even faster, and he grabbed his wrist with one hand, pressing his index finger on his own pulse. He stroked his beard, looking like a doctor examining him.

  "Master Dao, am I really sick?" Yang Jiaolong asked in a low voice. The old Taoist waved his hand to signal him not to speak.

  He looked at him with a dignified appearance, and Yang Jia also closed his mouth obediently. After a while, the old Taoist slowly opened his eyes, but his face had changed somewhat.

  "What's the situation?"

  "The donor's body has no disease, what you just said is indeed only a flesh wound, and did not hurt the spirit!"

  "So why did I suddenly feel such heartache? When I left home before, I also felt heartache, but this time it's even stronger than last time."

  The old man stroked his beard and closed his eyes in silence. Suddenly he said: "I understand now, I understand!"

  Yang Jian couldn't help but sigh and said: "If you know, then speak quickly!"

  "The donor's heartache is caused by others!"

  Was it someone else's doing? Yang Jia had heard in the mortal world that some people in the south knew the art of Gu, and could plant a curse in someone's heart! ~ When the poison took effect, the person would die of heartache. Originally, Yang Jia thought these were just superstitious sayings, he never believed them, but now that he was in a mythical land, he also believed in these things! Could it be that he had been cursed with Gu before his rebirth?

  Yang Jian asked suspiciously: "Could it be that I have been put under a Gu spell and can't become the Emperor?"

  The old Taoist shook his head and said, "This is not it! The Gu poison technique will not stop until the heart rots to death. The young master's heartache comes from a close relative!"

  "Your own flesh and blood?"

  "Yes, siblings are connected at heart, father and son are connected at heart, mother and son are also connected at heart! I deduce that it should be these closest relatives who can bring you this kind of pain!"

  Yang Jian looked at the old Taoist with a tense expression and asked: "Is what you said true?"

  The old man nodded! Could it be that his own family member had encountered danger? Yang Jie's heart suddenly became tense. When he came out, Yang Tianyou was reading a book, and Yang Jiao went to sleep. At this time, Yang Chan should also be in a dream!

  Suddenly! Yang Jia's whole body shook! Listening to Yang Tianyou say that his mother, Yun Hua Xianzi, had something going on? What exactly is the matter? It was already late at night, what could a woman like her have to do in the mortal world?

  Yang Jian inferred that Yun Hua Xian Zi was going to do something extraordinary! The two heartaches he felt must have been brought by his mother, had she encountered danger?

  Just as they were lost in thought, a loud clap of thunder boomed through the air! It was deafening! Yang Jia and Lao Dao both looked up at the sky, only to see that the northwest horizon had turned dark and stormy with rolling black clouds, flashing lightning and booming thunder. But where they stood, however, the stars shone brightly and the moon hung high in the sky.

  The old man snapped his fingers and calculated, exclaiming: "So this is the real demon! I've made a mistake, a mistake!"

  "Daozhang, what do you mean by this? Is the dark cloud in the sky also a monster?" Yang Jiaolong did not want them to have just gotten rid of one monster only for another to appear.

  "Can the little donor still recall the black cloud flying over the Jiangkou on a sunny day?"

  "Remember, wasn't it a red millet that repelled you? You also said that the red millet hurt that demon! Now it's swirling in the northwest direction!" Yang Jia hesitated and continued: "Could it be that the demon in the black cloud is not this rat spirit?"

  The old man's face was serious and he said slowly, "Of course not. The monster in that black cloud is at least hundreds of times stronger than this mouse spirit! That monster's cultivation level is at least over ten thousand years!"

  "A thousand years of cultivation?" Yang Jia's mouth was agape with shock. That little mouse had only cultivated for three hundred years, yet it took the two of them nine oxen and two tigers' worth of effort to subdue it, and they almost lost their lives in the process. This thousand-year-old demon's cultivation was something that could be recovered? Wasn't that just a crazy person's wild talk?

  "Are you going to go after that demon again?!" Yang Jia asked worriedly, knowing that even with the sword given by his master, he was now injured and although the injury didn't seem serious, taking down a thousand-year-old demon was still quite a stretch!

  The old man nodded slightly and said: "Exorcising evil spirits and slaying demons is indeed the responsibility of a Xuanmen disciple!"

  "Dao Chang, you'll be sending yourself to your death even if you go now! I advise you to take a few more days to recover before going to capture the demon!" Yang Jiaojiao advised with good intentions.

  The old man shook his head and said, "This demon's magical powers are boundless, its nature is cruel and violent. If it stays for one more day, countless lives will be lost! How can I bear to see it slaughter the innocent?"

  Upon hearing these words, Yang Jian's respect for him grew even deeper! This Taoist seemed crazy, but when it came to serious matters, he was not ambiguous. Suddenly, a bright light flashed in Yang Jian's mind.

  "Dao, didn't you say that during the day a red millet appeared and injured this demon? If you find the person who can scatter the red millet, maybe they can help you get rid of this demon!"

  The old man didn't say a word, staring at Yang Jia with a pair of eyes that were fixed on him. He had already guessed it, but suddenly shook his head and said: "It's not possible, the appearance of Hong Mang is just the birth of a divine person! The flash of Hong Mang has passed, and now the divine person is just an ordinary person! How can he help me get rid of the demon?"

  Yang Jian sighed, looking at the dark clouds of Tianji, and said helplessly: "This won't do, that won't do, after all... Ah, Daozhang, look!" He hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly stretched out his hand to point at the black cloud.

  The old man looked back, his face revealing surprise! He saw a seven-colored light rising from the low-hanging black clouds! It held up the black clouds, and although there was thunder and lightning in the black clouds, the seven-colored light was even more brilliant!

  The old man was overjoyed and said: "It seems that there is already a fellow Taoist there capturing the demon!"

  Yang Jian also said with excitement: "Look at the immortal's powerful magic, the scattered light is about to swallow the dark clouds. Do you know which school of immortals this is, Daozhang?"

  The old Taoist shook his head, and Yang Jian didn't ask any more questions. He stood up and said: "Taoist priest, since you have the help of the immortal to get rid of the demon, I will take my leave first."

  Yang Jian worried about whether his mother had an accident! Now he wants to return to the Yang Mansion with all his heart. The old Taoist nodded and smiled, "Thank you, young master, if we have fate, we will meet again!"

  "Alright, alright!" Yang Jia's perfunctory reply was already taking big strides running back in the direction of the Yang residence. The old Daoist looked at his receding figure and smiled, saying: "This child also has fate with my Xuanmen, he will definitely enter my Xuanmen in the future!"

  His gaze turned to the seven-colored gas and black cloud holding each other in the sky! In an instant, the seven-colored gas repelled the black cloud. The old Taoist was overjoyed and muttered: "This demon has suffered a severe injury, it must have hurt its primordial spirit. Without resting for several years, it will be difficult to recover!"

  Lao Dao was just about to get up and exert his magical powers to fly towards the place of the seven-colored light, wanting to see which fellow Taoist was assisting him!

  Who would have thought that before he could even move his feet, a blurry figure suddenly appeared in front of him. The figure flashed and shook until it became clear, and to his surprise, it was an old Daoist priest with white hair all over his temples. The old Daoist had a red glow on his face and was wearing the same Daoist robe as Lao Dao, with exactly the same attire, holding the same Bagua fan in his hand!

  The old Taoist saw the Taoist priest who looked like himself and hastily knelt down, saying: "Greetings, Master!"

  The illusion nodded and said slowly: "Has the matter of the divine been accomplished?"

  Lao Dao said: "As Master's words, the red light flashed, and the divine person was born. The disciples already know where the divine person is and who it is!"

  The apparition hummed and said, "That child has many difficulties in his fate. This first tribulation is a great calamity. You should secretly assist him, temper him, and after he passes through the tribulation, lead him into the mountain gate!" The old Taoist in the apparition sighed, knowing that the divine person had many tribulations in his fate.

  Although he was willing to help, Heaven's will is hard to defy!

  "Disciple, take orders!" The old Taoist suddenly seemed to have changed into a different person, no longer laughing and muttering to himself, but instead looked serious!

  ……

  Yang Jiaolong ran back to the Yang residence, when the sky had already passed five watches! The rooster's crowing sound in the mansion had already risen! Yang Jiaolong was soaked all over his body, at the gate of the mansion, panting heavily!

  The servant at the door was sweeping the fallen leaves and dust, saw Yang Jie, one of the servants walked over in surprise and asked: "Second young master, you..." The servant saw that he was drenched in sweat, thinking that he had been chased by someone? They all knew that Yang Jie was a troublemaker at home, so the servant deliberately glanced behind him.

  The empty street had only a few scattered vendors starting to set up their stalls. "Where did you go so early in the morning?"

  Yang Jian didn't answer and instead asked: "Has my mother come back?"

  "Ma'am? It seems like ma'am didn't go out at all last night."

  "Didn't you go out? Didn't you even go out during the day?" Yang Jia asked in surprise.

  The servant shook his head and said: "The little ones in the mansion are busy, just standing at the door to watch the guests come and go. The lady indeed did not leave from the main gate during the day."

  Not going out? How is that possible! Yang Tianyou had clearly told himself, oh! Yang Jue suddenly realized, Yunhua Xianzi was a fairy, the younger sister of Yu Huang Dadi, and the things she needed to take care of were not ordinary matters. With just one move of her magical powers, she could fly out several thousand miles, so it was normal that she didn't go through this main gate.

  Yang Jian nodded and walked into the Yang mansion with a tired pace. The servant looked at his back, scratched his head and muttered: "What's wrong with this second young master? He's been acting strange since early morning!"

  Yang Jian directly walked into Yang Tianyou's room! Last night before going to the main hall, he first familiarized himself with the surrounding environment.

  Turned over a long corridor! Just take a look at Yang Tianyou's room, suddenly! Yang Jie's footsteps were nailed to the ground like nails! Seeing a white smoke swirling on the roof, as if looking around, seeing no one around, flew into Yang Tianyou's room!

  Could it be that it was his own mother? Yang Jia quietly walked over, and when he reached the window, he heard a voice coming from inside - it was Yang Tianyou's.

  "Yunmei, how did you get hurt?"

  Yang Jian gently pushed the window open a small gap, and only saw Yang Tianyou supporting a woman. The woman's face was somewhat haggard, but at first glance, it could be seen that she had an extraordinary aura on her body. She wore a white dress, with black hair like a waterfall hanging down to her waist, and without makeup, she was stunningly beautiful!

  "Is this really one's own mother, Yunhua Fairy?"