My enemies became my companions

Chapter 542: Chasing and Killing the Fox Fairy (Two in One)

The night was dark and a chilly wind blew through the corridor, seeming to scrape off a layer of skin.

However, what is poison to others is honey to me. Donggong Ruoshu only felt that the breeze was very comfortable, as if he was standing on a hill in a prairie with his arms outstretched to the wind.

"What a coincidence, you are also a ghost."

Donggong Ruoshu patted her shoulder in return, looking like a good brother.

The face stopped where it was, with a hint of confusion flashing across its eyes.

Donggong Ruoshu didn't care at all. She had been scared for so long, but she didn't expect it to be a ghost. It was like meeting an old friend in a foreign land. Donggong Ruoshu was particularly happy. She looked carefully at the face of the ghost in front of her.

She had a long face, white cheeks, delicate features, and a slim figure. It was a pity that she became a ghost at such a good age. Dong Gong Ruoshu was watching her and suddenly noticed a fluffy light behind her. He took a closer look...
What a big fox tail.

It's the fox ghost commonly seen in Liao Zhai.

Donggong Ruoshu's eyes were blinking with inappropriate curiosity, while the fox fairy shuddered, her scalp numbing from being stared at.

Just at this moment, footsteps sounded from the corridor.

The fox fairy's eyes narrowed slightly, and after realizing something, she turned into a cold wind and rushed out of the window.

Da da.

The footsteps stopped, and a figure in mourning clothes suddenly appeared in the corridor.

As soon as Chen Yi went upstairs, the strong smell of body odor mixed with the smell of blood hit his nose, choking him and making him frown.

Turning around, Donggong Ruoshu was floating in the corridor, his face still full of curiosity.

Chen Yi took a few steps forward with his sword in hand. Seeing her running here secretly, he frowned slightly and asked bluntly, "Where is the ghost?"

Dong Gong Ruoshu was stunned for a moment, then said, "Me."

"I'm asking if you've seen any other ghosts, like fox spirits."

"Yes, she ran there, and it seems she hanged someone."

Chen Yi poked open the window and looked inside. Sure enough, he saw a corpse hanged on the beam. After a closer look, he saw that the man was wearing a偃月冠 (偃月冠) on his head, and a wide robe with big sleeves, looking like a wandering Taoist priest.

Apart from the broken neck, there were no obvious wounds. His face was black, and there was purple bruise between his eyebrows... Chen Yi used his spiritual sense to check, but could not find the soul. He died by having his soul taken away.

There was a half-drawn sword in a pool of blood on the ground. The dead man obviously had no time to react. The sword body was long and narrow, with a round-headed double beast sword guard. It was light and easy to bend. It was different from the Han Dynasty sword shape of Yinjian Mountain. This was a Ming Dynasty sword shape. Three words popped up in Chen Yi's mind... Longhu Mountain.

In the area of ​​three thousand miles, who dares to attack and kill the Taoist priests from Mount Longhu like this?

He has a very prominent background and a very high level of cultivation!
It took Chen Yi two or three breaths to sort out the information. Without any further delay, he turned around and broke out of the window in the direction Dong Gong Ruoshu pointed.

Donggong Ruoshu hurried to follow.

The night was as dark as ink. I didn't know when thick clouds covered the sky. The bright moonlight disappeared in just a few moments, and I couldn't see my hand in front of me.

Chen Yi curled his lips and smiled.

Just a little sleight of hand.

He recited the spell silently, and when he opened his eyes again, they were already shining with golden light.

His fingertips were still making gestures, his expression changed, and when he turned around he saw a fox tail quickly sweeping over the eaves.

With light steps, Chen Yi stepped onto the top of the mountain and stepped onto the clouds.

Donggong Ruoshu initially rushed to the front, leaving him a long way behind. Just as he was wondering why he was so slow, the next moment, he flashed in front of him, and the next moment, a man in a Taoist robe had broken through the air and stepped dozens of feet away.

The girl from the East Palace was startled and hurried to catch up.

At this time, there was a noisy commotion coming from the inn behind him.

Her steps were not slow, but before she was halfway there, the two men in the distance had already started fighting.

The fox fairy turned around, a flash of light flashed from his wrist, and in an instant a dark lightning bolt struck Chen Yi.

The streets were deserted and silent. The rumbling thunder was like a drop of ink on white paper, startling a flock of birds. Chen Yi turned sideways to avoid the hidden thunder and was about to move forward, but he never expected that the purple-black thunder as thick as a thumb suddenly turned and struck at his back!
Chen Yi had no choice but to turn around and raise his hand. His sword intent was surging. He pinched the thunder out of thin air with two fingers. Lightning exploded at his fingertips and he threw it towards the fox fairy with his backhand.

To Chen Yi's surprise, the thunder was like a fish returning to the sea, and instantly merged into the fox fairy. Not only was the latter fine, but he took a step and "whoosh" took the opportunity to distance himself.

This lightning control technique can be described as more than just perfection.

A more appropriate word popped up in Chen Yi's mind.

Superb.

The fox fairy's footsteps were as fast as lightning, and it leaped and ran wildly between the roof tiles. It was even more stunning and dazzling under the thick clouds. When someone opened the window and looked out, they would see the spirit fox leaping, as if it was a sign of good luck in the new year.

Chen Yi pinched his fingers to ride the wind and used all his strength to move forward with the Juedian Stepping on Clouds. He took several steps at a time and the fox fairy turned sideways and threw out a talisman. Gusts of strong winds blocked Chen Yi and rolled him up, disrupting the wind under his feet. Chen Yi's foot trembled, and he steadied his body to chase again. However, as he was getting faster and faster, the fox fairy also got faster and faster. After chasing for so long, the distance between them was only shortened by a few feet.

The two figures chased each other, trampling countless roof tiles and raising circles of dust, but they were never able to meet.

Three more bolts of lightning struck, and Chen Yi raised his sword to scatter them, his brows furrowed even more.

If they were to fight, he would only need a few sword strikes to subdue the demon, but this fox fairy was extremely cunning. He kept casting spells all the way and showed no signs of slowing down. Instead, he jumped extremely high and fast like a flea.

In the deserted and dark streets of the county town, she moved around like a ghost. Several times, Chen Yi was almost able to chop her with a sword, but she was out of attack range by just turning sideways.

People become treacherous with age, horses become slippery with age, and eagles find it difficult to catch rabbits with age.

Chen Yi was chasing very closely, and the fox fairy was also upset, but her steps were always orderly. She stepped on the rope and floated across the water and jumped onto a tall building. Chen Yi followed and kicked, and she turned around in an instant and was struck by a bolt of lightning.

Wrong, Chen Yi’s pupils shrank slightly.

Not one.
It's a cluster!
The lightning exploded like fireworks after it left his hand. Dense thunder trees came towards his face. Chen Yi raised his sword to chop. The lightning hit the sword with a crackling sound, and the flying thunder flowers made him feel numb and painful.

Although it was not serious, his steps were finally sluggish. Seeing that the fox fairy was about to run away again, Chen Yi's eyes darkened, he grabbed the sword head, spun around, gathered his energy and threw it out, the sword tip cut through the remaining thunder trees and flew away!

The fox fairy quickly turned around and moved away, his body shaking like thunder, but the attacking sword energy broke his arm, and blood splattered in the air.

She groaned and fell towards the courtyard. Under her feet was a temple hidden in a bamboo forest. She disappeared into the temple and was about to disappear. Chen Yi chased after her and drew his sword. The whole action was like a hunting hawk, which made people's scalp tingle. Clusters of bamboo leaves swept past her. Suddenly, he saw the fox fairy leap up and the figure disappeared into the community of Zen rooms. There was a high wall blocking the way.

One knife away.

Chen Yi cut open the wall and revealed his figure, with gravel flying all over the sky. He flew between the clusters of Zen rooms, and suddenly a piece of sleeve flashed in the corner of his eye.

To respond?
The blue Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, with a three-foot Taoist sword in his hand, the Taoist just exchanged a glance with Chen Yi.

The murderous aura instantly hit Chen Yi's face.

A sword light suddenly appeared in the darkness, and the sword broke through the rubble in the sky and slashed towards him!

Chen Yi's eyes darkened and he slashed forward without any distractions.

clang!
The loud sound of metal and stone clanging caused the bamboo leaves to fly and shake, and the Taoist figure retreated violently. Chen Yi took advantage of the situation and held the blade high, and flipped his wrist down suddenly, trying to chop the Taoist together with the sword!

The Taoist turned pale, but he was not panicked. He turned around, pinched his fingers, and fled quickly like a breeze. However, he could not avoid the flash of the knife. Blood splattered on his arm. He cried out in pain and was about to retreat again. A cold wind blew behind him, and in the blink of an eye, he saw a thunderbolt rushing towards him from a far distance. Chen Yi frowned slightly, stepped forward, grabbed the Taoist's collar, and threw him to the ground. The thunderbolt passed by, charring the ground, and the flying sparks ignited the fallen leaves.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the direction where the thunder came from, but he had lost it.

The Taoist fell down and was about to get up, but after holding his head up for a moment, he lowered it again.

Chen Yi lowered his head and glanced at the Taoist priest. He had not had time to identify him during their previous fight, but now seeing the shape of the sword and the Taoist crown on his head, it seemed that he was from Longhu Mountain again.

"Who are you? Why are you stopping me?"

no respond.

Chen Yi looked down and found that he had fainted.

Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta-ta.

A series of footsteps came through the bamboo forest. Chen Yi turned his eyes and saw a group of warriors and Taoists rushing over. Upon closer look, they were all people from the inn.

They rushed over with weapons in hand. When they met, they saw Chen Yi standing and the Taoist lying on his stomach. They were shocked and horrified. Someone shouted:

"How dare you, you daring demon, hold Senior Brother Fang Ying hostage!"

Chen Yi lowered his head to glance at the Taoist and laughed. After all this time, it turned out that they were all chasing after the fox fairy.

I chased the fox fairy, firstly because the fox fairy killed people in the inn where I stayed, and secondly because the fox fairy seemed to have a close relationship with Longhu Mountain. If there was any connection or clue to my case, I must not let it go. Unexpectedly, the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and it seemed that the people who were killed were their people.

The group of warriors and Taoists came with great momentum and were very angry. Their swords and weapons flashed a frightening cold light in the night. The man moved his sword away a few inches. He showed no hostility, but only a smile.

"Give it back to you."

He raised his hand and grabbed the Taoist Fang Ying, then threw him over. The Taoists hurried to catch him. Several of them retreated several steps. The leading Taoist saw that Fang Ying's hand was torn into pieces with blood and flesh, and his face was horrified.

In the quiet temple, there was a moment of stagnation, and neither side was in a hurry to break it.

However, the hostility of the crowd did not diminish, but instead became even stronger than before, and they were almost united in hatred of the enemy.

"Longhu Mountain disciples, form a formation!"

The leading Taoist priest said sternly.

In the blink of an eye, the twelve men from Mount Longhu instantly formed a sword formation. Their Yuan Qi rolled, their swords surged, and their sharp cold light eclipsed the waning moon in the sky.

The "Twelve Yunjin Swords" of Mount Longhu are formed by twelve people surrounding one person. The sword energy is as surging as a river, endless. The Taoists who do not need to form a formation have profound skills. They only need to form a formation according to the steps, and they will have the power of using only a little force to move a great force.

Precisely because of this sword formation, although Longhu Mountain is not a sect that practices both Taoism and martial arts, it has never secluded itself from the world like Taihua Mountain, and still has a place in the secular world.

Seeing that the sword formation was completed, all the warriors suppressed their eagerness to try and stepped back a few steps, just to see the famous formation of Longhu Mountain. The man in mourning clothes in front of them was wielding both a sword and a knife, and was definitely not a soft persimmon to be easily controlled. When they fought, it would definitely be a fierce battle.

But when he looked again, the man stood still. Not only was he not angry at all, but he was looking at the Twelve Yunjin Swords with great interest.

"The Twelve Cloud Brocade Swords..." The man in mourning clothes held up a three-foot-long sword in his left hand, "Let me see."

The twelve pine-patterned swords simultaneously emitted clear dragon roars. The young Taoist priest in the southwest corner suddenly changed his expression, and the sword in his hand trembled without even a wind.

It was as if a heaven and earth had covered it.

The pupils of the leading Taoist priest with white hair shrank slightly, and the twelve swords suddenly increased by three inches, surrounding the man tightly. The Jianghu people watching the battle not far away only heard the roar of thunder in their ears, and when they looked closely, they saw purple lightning and blue frost rising into the sky in the center of the sword formation.

The Taoist leader's hair and beard were all spread out, and he drew a talisman in the air with his whisk: "Water turns to thunder!"

The twelve people's steps suddenly changed, and the sword formation instantly turned into yin and yang. The swirling fallen leaves in the sky looked like a dark green dragon, and it rushed straight towards the man in mourning clothes!

Afterwards, a sword was like a rainbow piercing the sun, and the dark green dragon was crushed to pieces from its head to its body.

The sword formation collapsed instantly, and the Taoists from Mount Longhu were shaken to pieces from the center, and they all vomited blood from their throats at the same time.

"I've seen it," Chen Yi sheathed his sword, "It's just like that."

The Twelve Yunjin Swords enjoyed a great reputation in the martial arts world, but they were only considered scary in the eyes of second-rate warriors. When they met the Taoists from Mount Longhu, they would stay away from them and did not dare to make enemies, as they were afraid of this method of defeating the strong with the weak.

It is true that a little force can move a great weight, but if you can move a thousand pounds, what good will it do if I use ten thousand pounds of strength?
Chen Yi sheathed his sword, and the crowd looked shocked and frightened, with swords and weapons blocking their way. Hostility filled the temple, like a confrontation between two opposing forces.

At this time, a monk in monk's robes came out from outside the Zen courtyard. An old-looking abbot slowly walked between the two parties. He looked at Chen Yi, then glanced at the group of warriors and Taoists. Both parties were uninvited guests. He did not blame them, but just said:

"Everyone, why do we have to use a backdoor to enter a temple?"

..........
Suddenly a third party broke in, and the solemn atmosphere among the Taoist priests and warriors on the scene eased a lot. Chen Yi took a look and then he remembered that he was now in someone else's temple.

He thought he had to kill everyone again.

The thought flashed through his mind, this was a bit too extreme, so he smiled and said to the abbot:
"I'm sorry, Master, for disturbing the peace and tranquility of your precious land of Jialan."

"Amitabha, this is just my humble home." The abbot raised his hand and saluted, and Chen Yi immediately returned the salute.

The Taoists of Mount Longhu all glanced at the Taoist leader. The latter wiped the blood from his lips, hesitated, and bowed to the abbot, saying, "I am from Mount Longhu. My Taoist name is Yuanxing. May I know your Sanskrit name?"

"My Dharma name is Xiwang, and I am the abbot of Yunlin Temple." Abbot Xiwang paused and said, "He turned out to be a high-ranking monk from Mount Longhu. A few years ago, I went to the mountain to discuss Buddhist scriptures. Amitabha, can you tell me what happened?"

“He injured our Senior Brother Fang Ying and also stopped us from hunting down the demon!” one person said angrily, with tears in his eyes, “Senior Brother Fang Wu, Senior Brother Fang Wu died in vain…”

Abbot Xiwang could only chant "Amitabha" and recite a few sutras for the salvation of souls in a low voice.

He then looked at Chen Yi again.

"I was chasing the fox fairy all the way here, and suddenly someone ambushed him here and slashed me in the face with a sword. Then I lost him and also injured Fang Ying in the fight." Chen Yi explained what happened in a calm tone.

Based on these people's reactions, Chen Yi guessed most of what had happened. It seemed that these Taoists from Mount Longhu were fighting with the fox fairy all the way. The man hanged was Fang Wu, who was killed by the fox fairy. As for Fang Ying, he probably figured out the direction of the fox fairy's escape through divination and ambushed here in advance.

"It seems that the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple." Abbot Xiwang put his hands together and said, "This is my Yunlin Temple. Can you please give me some face and leave?"

Taoist Yuanxing's face changed from gloomy to bright, and he didn't know what to say. At this point, how could he not understand the whole story, but his emotions were surging and he couldn't accept it in his heart.

After a while, he glared at Chen Yi fiercely, then said to all the disciples: "Let's go! Go back and report to the Grand Master Hall!"

As their footsteps faded away, the group disappeared into the bamboo forest.

Chen Yi scratched his head without saying anything, and casually moved the hilt of the knife at his waist.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, sir,"

Abbot Xiwang's voice was gentle and calm.
"Young Master, you are from another place, right? I have some friendship with several high-ranking monks on the mountain. Longhu Mountain is the ancestral home of Taoism and the leader of the Taoist temples and Buddhist monasteries here. Therefore, many of its disciples are arrogant. If they have offended me, I will apologize to you on their behalf."

"No need. I would only need to apologize if I were a few percentage points weaker." Chen Yi shook his head and laughed.

"Oh, so you mean you don't need it now?"

"It doesn't make sense if you don't apologize for what you said."

After saying this, Chen Yi turned around and bowed to Abbot Xiwang.
"I'm sorry to bother you so much. I'm leaving now."

(End of this chapter)