Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 653: No Fate, Forced
Old Man Yang's two sons knew that a disaster was about to happen, so they hid in the house with their wives and sons, not daring to come out. Only Old Man Yang was sighing in the backyard towards the big ram.

"I told you not to be too greedy, but it still ended up like this." The big ram spoke in human language, very dissatisfied.

Old man Yang was no longer surprised by this. He just smiled bitterly when he heard it, but he knew that he was too greedy.

If they had just been like their ancestors and focused on farming and raising sheep, the situation wouldn't have ended up like this today.

Seeing that his family had some savings, he decided to train his two sons to be scholars. However, his sons were not good enough, so he wanted to train his grandsons. For this purpose, he specially married his two sons with knowledgeable wives in the county.

But Old Man Yang did not take into account that people with experience would not be willing to endure hardships, especially when they thought the suffering was unnecessary, so he caused unrest in his family and eventually brought disaster upon himself.

"I can't stay here any longer. The local county government is fine, but if we attract a demon hunter and this matter is confirmed, no one in your family will survive." The big ram sighed.

It was originally a goat raised by Old Man Yang's ancestors. After accidentally eating magical herbs from the mountains, it gained intelligence and slowly cultivated itself into a demon.

After all, it was a domesticated one. Although it had supernatural powers, the sheep demon did not leave but stayed in the Yang family.

The ancestors of the Yang family only told the public that they had found a secret recipe for raising a big ram, and so generation after generation, the Yang family relied on this secret to enjoy the benefits of several generations. The ram demon also had three thousand beauties in his harem and countless descendants.

But old man Yang was unwilling to give up and insisted on making progress. Since he had no ability, he relied on his son. Since his son had no ability, he relied on his grandson. This is the result.

Even if you can escape this disaster now, don't even think about living the good life you had before.

"Sigh~" Having lived in the Yang family for hundreds of years, it would be a lie to say that he had no attachment to the family. However, old man Yang's greed also let the sheep demon know that he could not stay here any longer. So he stood up, packed a bag of fried soybeans and a can of salt, tied them around his neck, and was ready to leave.

Old man Yang, who had been silent all the time, looked at the back of his ancestor Yang with complicated eyes. He was a little absent-minded, and his hand unconsciously touched the guillotine beside him.

This knife has been chopping fodder for the Sheep Ancestor for a hundred years. Let it be the one to see him off on his final journey.

Old man Yang is not stupid. He knows very well how serious the consequences of spreading rumors about raising a monster are, so the best way is to kill the monster with his own hands, and then insist that a monster has sneaked into the sheepfold and deceived him. Only in this way can his family survive.

With every step the sheep demon took, its body shape was changing, its bones were adjusting, and its muscles were moving, becoming more suitable for bipedal walking and more like a human.

Compared to its appearance, the inner heart of the sheep demon is more like that of a human, so it is more aware of the bad nature of humans.
The eerie atmosphere gradually became thicker until the sheep demon walked out of the sheepfold and saw a young monk standing in the yard.

The sheep demon froze, took a half step back, then slowly put down its front hooves, and then bleated.
Yan Xu smiled slightly when he heard the voice and took out the vajra. The meaning was very clear: guess whether I believe it or not.

Although the sheep demon had eaten the magic grass, he had only practiced for a hundred years. He was able to defeat Yan Xu, who was born in Jinshan Temple and had a cheat code, and he immediately knelt down.

"Yang family's ram took the magic herb by mistake and gained spiritual wisdom. He is no longer suitable to stay here, so I will take him back to Jinshan Temple for salvation." As soon as Yan Xu opened his mouth, his voice spread for miles. Not only did the constable and the village chief outside hear it, but even the entire village heard it.

Upon hearing this, both Old Man Yang and the sheep demon showed expressions of gratitude, because with Yan Xu pulling Jinshan Temple as a guarantor, even the local county magistrate could not say anything, and this undoubtedly saved Old Man Yang's entire family.

The sheep demon was more discerning. He dropped the package, enlarged his body, knelt in front of Yan Xu, and said.

"I have nothing to repay you, so I am willing to be your helper. Please take me in."

"Haha, you are more discerning than others." Yan Xu looked at Old Man Yang meaningfully. The other party was stunned, and then dropped the guillotine in his hand like a hot potato. There was a bang, and his expression became very embarrassed.

The sheep demon kneeling there trembled. Although it did not look back, its eyes revealed a complicated look and an almost inaudible sigh. Its hundred-year fate with the Yang family was broken.

"Let's go. Humans and demons have different paths. You guys are lucky." Yan Xu was not humble at all. He just sat astride the sheep's back, walked out of the Yang family leisurely, and returned to the county town to hand in the task.

Although Yan Xu came to the rescue and acted as a guarantor, the Yang family still inevitably suffered defeat. After all, who could guarantee that the seed they borrowed was not from a monster? If it was, wouldn't their own family also be plagued by monsters?

Without mentioning the final division and defeat of the Yang family, Yan Xu made the handover at the county magistrate's place, rode a sheep out of the city, and headed west.

Seeing that it was getting dark on the way, he took shelter in a dilapidated temple in the mountains.

Yan Xu had his own cultivation, so he found a piece of open space and meditated to practice. However, Yang Li's cultivation was not high enough, so he could not transform and could not do fine work. He could only pick up some dead branches and dry grass for his master's use, and then go to the front of the temple to eat grass. He was easy to get rid of.

Yang Li had been raised in the family for a hundred years and had no wildness or vigilance. By the time they realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

As the saying goes, clouds come from dragons and winds come from tigers. A gust of fishy wind blew by, and a huge white-browed tiger with hanging eyes jumped out from the bushes.

Yang Li, who had lived in the sheepfold for many years, had never seen such a ferocious beast. For a moment, he forgot that he was a monster and forgot to hide. His whole body froze and he was as still as a wooden sculpture.

This tiger has fangs and bloodshot eyes, and it is obviously used to eating blood. It rarely encounters such fat prey, so how can it stay calm? It presses its two front paws slightly on the ground and pounces forward fiercely.

With a bleat, Yang Li finally came to his senses and turned around and ran. His speed was quite fast, leaving the hungry tiger empty-handed. It had to be said that the lamb leg was very chewy.

The tiger was very dissatisfied and would not let the fat sheep in its mouth run away. It was not a wolf, so it roared angrily.

This big beast was no ordinary beast. Its roar was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, shaking the dilapidated temple and causing the dust and broken tiles to fall down.

Yan Xu sighed, and golden light shone around him, blocking the dust, and then he took out the vajra.

This was the compensation given to him by his master. Although it was far inferior to the one left for Fahai, it was also a rare magic weapon. Using it to deal with a tiger demon of some power was a waste of talent.

The golden-shining vajra, which was only a foot long, immediately smashed the tiger's brain, which was more than ten feet long, into pieces. Yang Li was so scared that he quickly hid behind Yan Xu.

"But he is a man without luck." Looking at the tragic death of the tiger, Yan Xu, who thought he could still gain some power from the tiger, shook his head. However, the merit he gained made him nod his head again. But he deserved to die.

After chanting sutras to liberate the souls of the dead here, Yan Xu took Yang Li to find the tiger demon's lair to see if there were any treasures.

Although Yangli is a sheep, his nose is very useful. He followed the smell and found the tiger's den full of bones.

"Huh?" Seeing the tiger's den hidden in the messy thatch, Yan Xu exclaimed in surprise. Is there actually a cave here?
After casting a spell to clean up the place, Yan Xu looked at the picture of Arhat subduing a tiger on the stone wall, and became thoughtful.

If it were a martial arts world, just hearing the name alone would make it at most a first-rate martial art, but in the mythological world, Subduing Tiger Arhat was never an unknown figure.

The fact was just as Yan Xu had thought. It was unknown which Buddhist leader had left behind this picture of an Arhat subduing a tiger, but it turned out to be a heavenly-level skill, which meant that one could really cultivate to the Arhat realm.

Even in the White Snake World where immortals often appear, this level of skills is not easy to come by.

A set of three items: tiger demon, cave, skills, and adventure.

Yan Xu immediately understood that this was someone the senior master had left behind intentionally, but he was probably not the destined person the senior master had calculated.

But it doesn’t matter, if there is no destiny, you can just force it.

Yan Xu, knowing that there was a high possibility of treasure hidden here, immediately became interested. With the help of Tianxin Consciousness, he began to search this cave that had been abandoned for who knows how long, inch by inch and layer by layer. Sure enough, he found a hidden stone tablet.

The stone tablet records a Buddhist magical power, as well as the formula for obtaining and refining treasures.

However, the supernatural powers may be real, but there is most likely something fishy about the formula.

(End of this chapter)