Big-eating monster

  The old Taoist didn't say a word, but pointed forward with his eight-sided fan in hand, indicating that Yang Jiaolong should take a look himself. It was only then that he discovered he had somehow gone from the valley to the mountaintop! This old Taoist looked quite advanced in years and could only practice Tai Chi or square dancing in the plaza every day, so how could he possibly have any magical powers?

  Yang Jian thought carefully and suddenly felt that this old Taoist was not an ordinary person! He lay on the top of the mountain, Yang Jian quietly poked out half of his head to look down, and the valley below was filled with fog, which was actually a bloody mist. The fog was so thick that Yang Jian couldn't see what was below no matter how hard he tried.

  Yang Jian turned his head and looked at Lao Dao, saying: "The fog in this valley is too thick, I can't see what kind of monster is below."

  The old man stroked his beard and said, "This fog is formed by the condensation of blood mist. Ordinary people can't see through ordinary fog, let alone this fog that has condensed from blood."

  "Fog condensed from blood? What kind of blood? Human blood?" Yang Jia felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and when the old Taoist nodded, this chill intensified by threefold.

  Yang Jian couldn't help but tremble and said: "That... Daozhang, you saw the monster in the valley drinking human blood, why didn't you go down and kill it? Are you also afraid of it?"

  The old man snorted and said disdainfully: "Will I, a poor Daoist, be afraid of him? I have been practicing Dao for many years and have seen thousands of big and small monsters. When was I ever afraid?"

  Yang Jian saw him lift his head, with a very self-satisfied look on his face, which further increased the old Dao's suspicion in his heart that he was a Jianghu swindler.

  Yang Jiaolong hastily said: "Daozhang, don't waste any more words here. If you go down now, you might still be able to save some people. If you keep talking nonsense here, there will only be a pile of white bones left."

  Yang Jian looked at the old Taoist with a mixture of anger and disdain, almost wanting to scold him. This incompetent old Taoist actually claimed to be a disciple of the Mystic Sect, it was like watching another monster making a mockery of things.

  The old man smiled and said: "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry. Whatever you do, don't rush into it with an 'urgency'. Otherwise, nothing will turn out well, everything will be difficult to accomplish."

  Yang Jian saw him shaking his head and swaying like a storyteller, and suddenly became anxious: "Are you really afraid of that monster? Scared to the point of wetting your pants now?"

  The old man glanced at Yang Jia and pursed his lips, saying helplessly: "You, this young master, have a tongue that's sharp as a knife and a temper that's quick to flare up. You're bound to get into trouble someday."

  "Whether I'm causing trouble or not is none of your business, I advise you to hurry up and save people. I know the leader of your Taoist sect, and I've also heard about the rules of your Taoist sect. Not saving people clearly isn't what your Taoist sect does."

  "Leader? What is a leader?" The old man looked at him with doubt.

  "It's just your superiors, masters. That is, the Three Pure Ones: Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Jiaozhu, and Hongjun Laozu!"

  The old man sized up Yang Jian, thinking to himself: "I didn't expect this young kid to know the titles of Shifu, Shibo, and Shishu. He's eager to save people, his heart is good, but that temper..."

  The old man sighed and said: "Those people are beyond salvation, I'm also at a loss if I go down now."

  Yang Jian hastily said: "As long as it's a human, they can be rescued back. You old Taoist are truly a greedy and timid lot." Yang Jian repeatedly provoked him but didn't see any effect, his words becoming increasingly harsher.

  The old man didn't get angry, but instead smiled and muttered: "At such a young age, you can already understand the heart's calculations? If you don't walk on the right path, it will ruin your whole life." The old man looked at Yang Jiaolong and continued to say: "Because they are all dead people."

  "Dead person? Goblins eat dead people?"

  "Yes, as long as a person has just died and there is still some residual yang energy in the body, although this energy is small, it can have a great effect on improving the cultivation of such a small demon."

  "Are there also grave robbers here?" Yang Jia thought to himself, he had assumed that grave robbers only stole precious jewels from the tombs, but today he heard that some even stole corpses as food. Yang Jia thought about it and felt a wave of nausea in his heart.

  "The dead are also human, can't you see that he's eating someone else's corpse? This is a great disrespect to the deceased."

  "Uh..." The old Taoist fell silent, then suddenly smiled awkwardly and said: "I don't know what kind of monster is down there either."

  "What?!" Yang Jiaolong almost shouted in surprise, "You can't be a swindler from the jianghu, can you? How did you know it's eating humans now, and what's more, dead people?"

  The old man stroked his beard and said, "Feel."

  Yang Jian almost collapsed when he heard the two words coming out of his mouth. If not for fear of making a big noise, he really had an impulse to strangle this old Taoist to death. After wasting half a day's talk, it turned out that they were all nonsense. Yang Jian couldn't even tell which sentence was true and which was false.

  The old man's face leaned in towards Yang Jian and said with a smile: "Why don't you go down and help me take a look?"

  Yang Jian's fist was already clenched, looking at the old Taoist's lewd smile, Yang Jian was panting heavily, his anger value had reached a zero point, and if he exceeded it, he would punch him in the face.

  Lao Dao looked at the angry Yang Jiaolong, still smiling, Yang Jiaolong gritted his teeth and said: "I don't have any magical powers, you let me go, just to deliver food, Dao Chang although..." Yang Jiaolong originally wanted to scold him as a "despicable person", but thinking again, he really didn't want to provoke Lao Dao.

  With a slap on the butt, he left. What if there's still someone alive in this valley? Wouldn't that be a reputation for seeing death but not saving? Yang Jia smiled and continued: "Although Daozhang's magical powers are not as powerful as moving mountains and seas, I believe you shouldn't have any problems with these small demons in the valley, right?"

  Yang Jian flattered again, he clearly remembered that the old Taoist had just said that he had been practicing Taoism for many years and had seen thousands of monsters, but he hadn't seen one. As the saying goes, "long illness makes a good doctor", this monster has seen so many, it's likely to know some secrets about exorcising monsters too?

  The old Taoist's head shook like a rattle drum! His eyes were terrified! Yang Jiaolong was speechless, heavens! How could this still be a cowardly old Taoist? Would Yuanshi Tianzun and the others accept someone so afraid of death?

  "Can't I go? It seems like only you can go down there?"

  "Can I go? Didn't I already say that all I want to do is deliver food, just delivering food, you know what I mean? In your generation, it's called 'adding rice'?"

  The old man hesitated for a moment, seemingly not understanding the meaning of Yang Jian's words. He said, "Although Little Shi Zhuang has no physical strength, you have blood pupils and can move in the bloody mist, so you should be able to see some things around you."

  "Hematemesis? My eyes can shed bloody tears, that's hematemesis! What's the use of being able to see anything? That monster is going to devour me in a split second, oh no! Less than a few seconds."

  The old man still looked at Yang Jian hesitantly, seemingly not understanding what "minutes and seconds" meant. However, seeing Yang Jian's tense expression, he could guess that this was related to time.

  The old man smiled and said: "I'll be by your side to help you, I won't let the demon eat you."

  "Are you helping me? You can't even see what's below, how are you going to help me?" Isn't this clearly letting the monster eat at its own pace? Although Yang Jiaolong has a 15-year-old child's body, he has a 23-year-old mind.

  He could still hear this kind of nonsense. The old Taoist took out a delicate Bagua seal from his pocket and handed it to Yang Jia, who took it in his hand and examined it carefully. It was just a Bagua seal made of special material, with an emerald green bead embedded in the center, but he didn't know what kind of treasure this bead was.

  Yang Jian didn't understand: "What is this?"

  "This is the Mystic Gate's Transmission Treasure, as long as you carry it with you, I can sense your location, recite the incantation and I will be able to hear your voice, so you can rest assured."

  Are you at ease? Why does this sound strange? Yang Jian didn't dare to delay any longer, he just went to meet a little demon. What's the big deal?

  Yang Jian raised an eyebrow and said in a skeptical tone: "Are you sure this broken thing is useful?"

  The old man smiled and said, "Of course it's useful. Come with me to learn the magic spell, and when you recite the incantation, this green jade bead will turn red. At that time, I'll appear before you."

  "Alright, alright, let's settle this with a trial!" Yang Jian put away the Eight Trigrams Seal.

  "Wanling is low, looking up at the boundless." The old Taoist shook his head as if teaching a lesson.

  Yang Jian shook his head helplessly and remembered the sentence in his mind. He stood up and was about to go down the mountain when the old Taoist asked, "Where is Little Shi going?"

  "Help you summon monsters? Do you think I'm going to run away?"

  The old man smiled and said: "According to the donor's method, I'm afraid that by the time we reach the bottom of the valley, this demon will have already left."

  "I won't go on, do you still want to push me down?"

  "That's correct."

  As soon as the old man's voice fell, his body suddenly straightened up, as if it had suddenly expanded by a foot. One hand stretched out and grabbed Yang Jian's arm with a "slap". With a swing of his arm, Yang Jian was thrown down into the valley like a kite with a broken string!

  "Ah..."

  Yang Jian had no time to react, his body was already in mid-air, and he cursed the old Taoist in his heart. Falling into the valley would either kill or injure him, and it would be a perfect meal for the monster.

  He only felt the wind blowing in his ears, and his long clothes were also blown up by the wind. Because of the discovery of the monster, Yang Jia closed his mouth, and as he looked at the ground getting closer and closer, Yang Jia simply closed his eyes! Waiting for the unknown outcome.

  He suddenly felt a lightness under his feet, as if he was treading on clouds. When he opened his eyes to look, he had already landed safely! He was overjoyed in his heart, it turned out that this old Daoist still had some skills after all.

  Dark winds rose around, red fog filled the sky, Yang Jia felt a sour and stinky air, a rotten smell rushed to his nose, suddenly he felt nauseous, his eyes hurt severely! Yang Jia blinked repeatedly before slowly adapting to the surroundings.

  Inside the valley, not a blade of grass grew, desolate beyond compare, it seemed as if they had arrived at Yan Luo's Hell. Yang Jian had already adapted to his surroundings, his blood pupils flashing, allowing him to see clearly in this bloody fog.

  Shattered stones, massive boulders, all that's left are rocks, dark rocks. After walking a few steps, Yang Jian saw the severed limbs on the ground, with festering wounds infested with maggots crawling out of them. The wounds were not only caused by decay, but also had bite marks from teeth.

  This must be what the monster left behind, I didn't expect the monster's diet to be so unscrupulous! Yang Jiaolong couldn't bear to look anymore and continued walking forward. On the ground, there were dozens of severed limbs scattered all over, as well as half-rotten skulls.

  This demon eats corpses that have already rotted, not people who just died! He counted the limbs around him and estimated there were about ten people. Does he eat the corpses of ten people in one meal? What kind of demon is this?