I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

"Lord Earth, could you please do us a favor?"

Just as anger was brewing within the Journey to the West group, Qin Yao asked the white-bearded old man in front of him with a serious expression.

The Earth God nodded, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Please give your instructions, Holy Monk. As long as it is within my power, I will certainly do it without hesitation!"

Qin Yao smiled and said, "Since you were able to receive the news so quickly, you obviously have your own intelligence network, perhaps in other places, or perhaps with other friends. I'd like to use your intelligence network to release two messages. What do you think?"

The Earth God breathed a sigh of relief and then smiled, "This task is very easy for me. Please, Holy Monk, give me your guidance."

Qin Yao said, "First, the pilgrims are using magic to repair the broken bridge, preparing to cross the river on it. Second, when Sun Wukong heard that Tang Sanzang's flesh was comparable to ginseng fruit, he was shocked and subconsciously said, 'How could the goldfish spirit know about this?'"

"Master," Sun Wukong asked hastily upon hearing this, "doesn't this confirm the rumors?"

Qin Yao laughed and said, "No, this is using rumors to fight rumors, since both of these messages are false."

Once the King of Inspiration is captured, the matter should be made public to him. Then, through the mouth of the Earth God, the legend of the rumor against the rumor can be spread, which can dispel the influence of the other party's rumor.

At the very least, it will make some dim-witted demon kings realize that this news is related to rumors.

Sun Wukong pondered for a moment and gradually understood the other party's thoughts.

The origins of the Great King of Inspiration naturally lend credibility to the rumor that Tang Sanzang's flesh is equivalent to ginseng fruit.

Given this level of credibility, even if they choose to refute the rumors, not many demon kings will believe them, since most demons only believe what they themselves believe.

Therefore, it's easy to spread rumors, but incredibly difficult to refute them; it's truly a helpless situation.

However, once the legend of the "rumor war" spread, even though there was no denial, the fact that it was a rumor was explained clearly and in a fascinating way, making it highly credible.

Therefore, wouldn't that have dispelled the influence of the rumors surrounding the King of Inspiration?
"Master, that's brilliant!" Sun Wukong clapped his hands and exclaimed.

Qin Yao waved his hand, his strong will preventing him from being blinded by the praise. Instead, he remained rational and calm, saying:
"Even the best ideas are just beautiful fantasies if they can't be implemented. And the key to implementation depends entirely on you and Bajie."

Sun Wukong's expression gradually became serious. After a moment of contemplation, he said earnestly, "I would like to borrow your Immortal Binding Lock."

"can."

Qin Yao smiled and nodded, then took out the Immortal Binding Lock given to him by the Eight Immortals from his sleeve and handed it to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong caught the rope, which was emitting a shimmering golden light, with both hands and said as if making a vow: "This time, if that Yellow-Eyebrowed Ancestor dares to show himself again, I will take care of him too!"

Qin Yao remained noncommittal, then turned to look at the Earth God: "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

The Earth God shook his head, cupped his hands, and said, "I have nothing more to ask. This humble deity takes his leave..."

half an hour.

In the Tongtian River.

The residence of the water turtle.

Suddenly, the squid spirit trotted into the main hall and shouted, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, breaking news!"

On the coral throne, King Linggan, who was talking with the spotted mandarin duck woman, suddenly turned his head and looked at his subordinate who had stopped abruptly in the center of the hall, saying, "Has Tang Sanzang already left?"

The squid spirit shook its head and said, "They're leaving, not completely yet. According to my intelligence, they plan to repair the broken bridge with ice and snow and cross the Tongtian River from there. Besides that, there's another rumor circulating..."

"What rumor?" King Inspiration asked curiously.

The squid spirit whispered, "When the rumor that Tang Sanzang's flesh was comparable to the ginseng fruit reached the pilgrimage team, Sun Wukong was shocked and asked, 'How did the goldfish spirit know about this?'"

The King of Inspiration paused slightly, then slowly widened his eyes: "This means..."

Beside her, the spotted mandarin duck woman, lost in thought, said, "Your Majesty, perhaps it's a trap."

The King of Inspiration suddenly turned around and asked, "What's the trick?"

The spotted-robed mandarin duck slowly said, "Perhaps this is a bait thrown out by the pilgrims to lure Your Majesty into taking the bait!"

The Great King of Inspiration pondered and said, "That makes sense... However, Tang Xuanzang was indeed the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi. Even if his physical body's effects are not as good as the ginseng fruit, they are at least not weaker than the peaches of immortality, right?"

The spotted mandarin duck's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, knowing it's a hook, yet still taking the bait, how foolish! You mustn't fall for it!"

King Linggan's expression kept changing, but finally he let out a long breath and waved his hand, saying, "Strategist, rest assured, you've already exposed this plan, how could I fall for it? Let whoever wants to eat this bait eat it, I certainly won't!"

The spotted mandarin duck secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Your Majesty is wise. Only by remaining unchanged can you deal with all changes and have peace of mind..."

After a long time.

In front of the broken bridge.

Pigsy dawdled and deliberately delayed, dragging it out from daylight until evening, before finally repairing the broken bridge with ice and snow. He then turned and asked, "Master, it's getting late. Shall we cross the bridge today?"

Qin Yao nodded and said, "The road is open now, why delay any longer? Let's go, cross the bridge!"

Before long, a man, a horse, and three demons stepped onto the ice bridge and slowly moved forward. After walking for a good half hour, the pavilion that had been hidden in the clouds and mist on the opposite side finally came into view.

Unfortunately, even after they reached the pavilion from the bridge, the demon king did not emerge from the water below, and the bait plan failed...

Fortunately, Qin Yao had anticipated this and had even prepared for failure from the beginning, and had arranged a more in-depth plan to lure the enemy, so he was not particularly disappointed.

As for the King of Inspiration, after hearing that the pilgrims had crossed the bridge and left, he inexplicably felt as if he had survived a calamity.

Meanwhile, to celebrate surviving this ordeal, he immediately announced a grand banquet and even planned to revive the river worship tradition along the riverbanks, but was stopped by the spotted mandarin duck.

Her reasoning was simple: what if Xuanzang and his companions hadn't gone far yet?
What if they leave, then have a change of heart and come back to visit?
Therefore, for safety's sake, it's best to wait ten days to half a month until the hidden dangers are completely eliminated before you can celebrate.

King Linggan readily accepted the advice and patiently waited for a full half month, even sending aquatic creatures to search both banks.

After confirming that there were no traces of Tang Sanzang and his companions nearby, they announced the grand celebration and the restoration of the river sacrifice system. Instantly, the villages on both sides of the river fell into a deathly silence.

Of course, the worst off is Chenjiazhuang, since after the river sacrifice is reinstated, the practice of sacrificing the golden boy and jade girl will still have to start from their village...

However, even though Master Chen cried until he fainted and the mourning in Chen Family Village continued, the situation could no longer be changed.

Hidden in the shadows, King Linggan watched as Chen Family Village and its leader went from great joy to great sorrow. He felt a strange sense of satisfaction and followed the sacrificial procession with a smile on his face, quickly arriving at Linggan Temple from Chen Family Village.

Lean less.

He appeared directly in front of the temple, scattering the demons, and looked at the two children trembling under his idol. A cruel smile crept onto his lips: "Are you feeling hopeless? Don't be afraid, no one can save you!"

Upon hearing this, the two children suddenly stopped trembling, not because they took his words to heart, but because a mocking expression suddenly appeared in their eyes.

"Yes, no one can save you."

"A moment later," Chen Chengjin suddenly said. The Great King of Inspiration's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong. He turned around and was about to flee.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he found that a golden circle of light shone outside his dilapidated temple. The light instantly transformed into a barrier, sealing the entire temple.

"Edict."

While he was still in a daze, Sun Wukong raised his hand and threw out the Immortal Binding Rope. The rope immediately turned into a golden light and went straight for the Great King Linggan.

The King of Inspiration was startled and had no intention of resisting; he only thought of escaping underground.

But just as he used the Earth Escape Technique, a layer of golden light simultaneously shone from the ground below, directly blocking the effect of the technique...

A hundred miles away, by the stream.

Huangmei Patriarch, observing this scene in the temple through the Xuan Guang Mirror technique, couldn't help but sigh, "A hopeless case!"

In fact, if the Great King of Inspiration could have been more patient and waited a year or two, then it might not have been a problem for him to come out and commit evil deeds again. After all, under the pressure of the great pilgrimage, the group of people traveling to the west could not wait that long.

Given this premise, once the pilgrims' patience is exhausted, the Great King of Inspiration can easily reappear to commit evil.

In this way, even if the pilgrimage team arrives at Mount Ling, the master can use this as an excuse to make trouble. Combined with the background of the Great King Linggan, this would be enough to stop everyone from being granted titles.

Unfortunately, this goldfish spirit lacks patience and is not up to the task...

late at night.

Sun Wukong, carrying a goldfish with his Binding Immortal Rope, rushed back to the other side of the Broken Bridge with Zhu Bajie and entered a seemingly ordinary cave, where a bonfire was burning inside.

"Eldest brother, second brother."

Upon seeing the two figures by the campfire, Sha Wujing quickly stood up and greeted them with a smile.

"Good boy." Sun Wukong replied with a smile, then held up the goldfish in his hand: "Master, should I braise it or steam it?"

"Holy monk, spare my life! Holy monk, spare my life!"

Before the words were even finished, the goldfish spoke in human language, shouting almost desperately.

Qin Yao looked at him coldly and said, "Did those children you ate also beg you for the same thing back then?"

The goldfish shivered and then said, "Holy monk, you are wise. My nature is not bad, otherwise I would not have had the opportunity to take human form."

It was all that spotted mandarin duck woman who bewitched me. She instigated the river sacrifice and the cannibalism.

Because I don't like eating offal, it's always been given to her. She's the most evil and deserving of death; I was just confused for a moment!

Qin Yao slowly narrowed his eyes, turned to Zhu Bajie and said, "Bajie, I'll trouble you again to bring back that spotted mandarin duck woman as well."

Pigsy looked at the goldfish with longing and said, "Can we eat first and then go?"

Qin Yao said, "Go ahead, I promise no one will touch their chopsticks until you come back."

Upon hearing this, the goldfish was greatly alarmed and hurriedly said, "Holy monk, I have explained the whole story to you, why do you still want to eat me?"

After watching Pigsy vanish in a flash of light, Qin Yao turned to the Goldfish Demon: "What you just said may be true, but even so, it cannot wash away the sins you have committed. Therefore, the Spotted Mandarin Fish Woman deserves to die, and you deserve to die too."

The goldfish spirit trembled violently, and a surge of anger rose within it: "What right do you have to decide who should die? What difference does it make whether you eat me or I eat a child? In essence, it's all the same!"

Qin Yao shook his head and said, "I never said I wanted to eat you. It was my disciples who wanted to eat you."

"What's the difference? Isn't this your doing?" the goldfish spirit roared.

Qin Yao smiled and said, "If I had to point out a difference, it would be that it's evil for you to eat children, but for them to eat you is doing justice. Aren't you angry?"

Goldfish Spirit: "..."

Are you angry?
It's about to go crazy with anger.

But at this moment, Sun Wukong was struck by something funny and almost laughed himself crazy, creating a stark contrast.

"Help! Help!"

Soon after, a series of mournful cries suddenly grew louder and louder, echoing through the cave filled with laughter and chatter, causing everyone to fall silent and turn to look at the cave entrance.

In the blink of an eye, Pigsy entered the cave carrying an old woman, and said to everyone:

"Everyone, this old fellow is the Spotted Mandarin Duck Woman. She's ugly, old, and disgusting. We definitely can't eat her. What do you suggest we do?"

As he recounted his story, everyone's gaze fell upon the old woman's face, and indeed, they found that her face was extremely unsettling to look at.

"Then let's use their bodies as firewood and their souls as fuel to continue simmering this fish soup," Qin Yao said with a smile, pointing to the stone pot roasting under the flames.

The spotted mandarin duck was so frightened that her soul almost left her body, and she screamed repeatedly, "No, you can't do this!"

Sun Wukong scoffed, "Why can't we do that?"

The spotted-robed mandarin duck said, "You are Buddhist disciples, how can you kill living beings?"

Sun Wukong laughed heartily: "Who says Buddhist disciples can't kill? Along my journey, I've killed so many demon kings that I can't even count them on two hands, let alone ordinary demons."

The spotted mandarin duck woman continued, "Those are all damned demons, but I shouldn't have died. It was all inspiration..."

"Wukong, why are you wasting your breath talking to her?" Qin Yao suddenly interrupted.

Sun Wukong scratched his head, embarrassed, and said, "I talked too much."

Having said that, he suddenly teleported in front of the spotted mandarin duck, forcefully extracted her soul, and threw it directly into the stone pot.

As a shrill scream rang out, the flames under the stone pot suddenly burned much brighter.

While the flames were blazing, Sun Wukong struck the spotted mandarin duck back to her original form and stuffed her under the pot to serve as fuel.

With his body and soul sacrificed, the flames heated the stone pot to a scorching high, releasing a rich aroma of fish that made the three apprentices constantly swallow their saliva...

"Greetings, Holy Monk."

After a long while, when the three apprentices had finished dividing the pot of fish soup and eaten it all, an old voice suddenly came from outside the cave.

"It's an old turtle."

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed, and he turned to Qin Yao and said.

Qin Yao raised an eyebrow, strolled to the cave entrance, and looked at the enormous tortoise lying prone under the bright moonlight at the cave entrance, saying, "You were looking for me?!" (End of Chapter)