Dongxuan Spiritual Realm

Chapter 73: Braised Mountain Wind

It turned out that during the more than one month that Yang Qisheng returned to Taiyi Palace to practice, Huailing Temple had been developing vigorously.

They developed believers in the surrounding counties, towns and villages, making them believe that the gods enshrined in Huailing Temple were true gods with great magical powers.

If everyone believes in the true God and offers sacrifices to the true God, the true God will protect and bless everyone.

On the contrary, if people do not believe or even blaspheme, God will bring down disasters, making everything go wrong for them, and even causing them to become sick and injured, die on the streets, and after death their souls will be thrown into the hell of wind and fire, to suffer eternal torture!

They sent their disciples to the countryside and villages to hold various sacrificial ceremonies, invite out the gods they worshipped, and perform various miracles.

Compared with adults, they particularly like children and specially took out a black evil spell and let the children pass it on from mouth to mouth.

He also promised: "Whoever of you is good at chanting the mantra will be allowed to join Huailing Temple and become a formal master."

The "Daoists" of Huailing Temple eat and dress well, and when they go out they either ride in a car or a sedan chair. Even the county magistrate treats them with respect when he sees them.

The children were all proud to be able to enter Huailing Temple and become little Taoist children, so they recited even more enthusiastically.

Jing Han's aptitude and talent far surpassed those of children of the same age. Yang Qisheng could see it, and Bao Wancheng and the others naturally saw it as well.

They also wanted to take Jing Han into Huailing Temple, and his father Jing Lei was also willing.

But Jing Han remembered Yang Qisheng's promise and refused to join Huailing Temple. He kept waiting for Yang Qisheng to come to him.

As a result, the people in Huailing Temple doubled their efforts to let these kids bully him so that he could not bear the hardship, surrender and regret, and go to the gate of Huailing Temple to kneel and beg to be their disciple.

However, Jing Han was too stubborn. No matter how badly he was beaten, he refused to go to Huailing Temple. He was determined to wait for Yang Qisheng to come.

Originally, his fighting ability was not weak. He was the best with the crossbow. He could hit the target every time within twenty steps, and he could also set various traps.

Although he is only eight years old this year, he has hunted wolves alone and hunted pythons with a ground knife.

The children in the same village were originally unable to defeat him. Every time they bullied him, he would retaliate. Usually, they only dared to verbally call him "zombie cub" and did not dare to do anything practical.

But after they learned the "Black Evil Spell", they were able to ask the pig demon for help, becoming extremely powerful, even invulnerable to swords and spears, and able to run fast and jump high. Jing Han was no match for them.

At the beginning, I was protected by the golden magic talisman and was able to maneuver and protect myself.

Later, a child pretended to stand up for Jing Han when he was bullied and became good friends with him. Jing Han's biggest wish since childhood was to have a child to play with. Although he was suspicious, he still deceived himself and tried hard to please the other party in an attempt to maintain this hard-earned friendship.

As a result, his golden talisman was stolen by that guy!

The talisman was lost, and Jing Han was worried that Yang Qisheng would blame him and dislike him. He was sad and wanted to cry, but he was also worried that Yang Qisheng would be annoyed and cry, so he held back his tears and looked at Yang Qisheng cautiously.

The Huailing Temple is a bit unruly. They actually planned to bully a child like this!

He specifically asked Jing Han, "What did you say when those guys wanted to take you into the temple? Did you mention my name?"

Jing Han nodded. "I told them that Immortal Yang would come to pick me up, but they didn't believe me. I even showed them the amulet you gave me, and then they believed me."

Since you reported my name and still dared to bully me like this, it’s not just a matter of bullying a child.

According to the rules of the martial arts world, Huailing Temple was slapping him in the face.

Yang Qisheng thought about it and decided to deal with these little beasts who were bullying others first.

He raised his hand to collect the Huafeng Talisman, and the yellow sand went in. The eight children ran around like headless flies, scared and tired. They thought they had encountered a ghost wall, and now they all collapsed on the ground.

They had seen Yang Qisheng before, had seen him soaring on a sword, and knew that he was backing Jing Han. They were so scared that their faces turned pale: "You, you dare to bully us, the Immortal Master of Huailing Temple will not let you go."

Another child said, "If you dare to touch us, we will throw you into the hell of wind and fire, where you will never be able to escape rebirth!"

Yang Qisheng asked Jing Han, "Do you dare to fight them?"

Jing Han nodded: "I dare!" He always dared to fight back, even when outnumbered, and was often in the upper hand. However, after the opponent was able to summon the wild boar monster, he could no longer defeat him.

Yang Qisheng pointed his finger at the kid's head and said, "Go slap him a hundred times."

Jing Han walked straight over, and the kid yelled, "You son of a bitch, how dare you hit me..."

Yang Qisheng used a ball of yellow light to capture him, making him stand still, unable to move even a finger.

Jing Han didn't hesitate and went over to slap him in the face.

"Snap!" Five finger marks quickly appeared on his cheek.

"You hit me! The Taoist priest of Huailing Temple won't... Ouch!"

Jing Han didn't care about anything and swung his hands left and right, slapping the other person's face with all his strength.

"Pa pa pa pa..." Soon, the boy's face was swollen and red, and blood was flowing from his nose and mouth. Jing Han, who was five or six years younger than the other man, tilted his head back, gritted his teeth, and twitched non-stop.

Only after whipping him a hundred times did Jing Han stop and look back at Yang Qisheng.

The child burst into tears: "I'm going to tell the Taoist priest... Black Demon God, please bless me... Let the Black Demon God eat you all... and send you to the hell of wind and fire..."

Yang Qisheng pointed to the second child and asked Jing Han to beat him, and he was soon beaten into a pig's head.

He drew seven in a row, and after the last one he knelt down with a plop, and said to Yang Qisheng in a flattering manner: "Immortal, can I draw it myself?"

This is quite clever. He can control the strength of his own beating, so it is lighter than being hit by Jing Han.

Yang Qisheng nodded in agreement, and the boy started slapping himself, crackling, until he had slapped a hundred and twenty. Then he said, "I slapped twenty too many. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me, Immortal."

Although this boy behaved well, Yang Qisheng knew from his eyes and tone that he was harboring evil intentions:

"Let me ask you, where is the amulet I gave Jing Han? Is the guy who stole his amulet with you? Where is he now?"

"My lord, Jing Laoliu used to be with us. We always played together. Later, he stole Jing Han's talisman and presented it to the Taoist priests at Huailing Temple. The Taoist priests have taken him in as a Taoist child. He lives in Huailing Temple and won't be coming back to the village."

"Come here and kowtow to Jing Han three times, then let him ride you around a few times, and then get out!"

The boy crawled over obediently to Jing Han's side. He was two or three years older than Jing Han, and his frame had grown a little bigger. Jing Han didn't hesitate and "mounted the horse" to ride on his back.

He carried Jing Han on his back and climbed a few laps. Yang Qisheng said, "That's enough. If you go to Huailing Temple, tell Bao Wancheng that I will go to him tomorrow and ask him to prepare everything."

According to the rules of the underworld, he sent someone to deliver a message first, using courtesy before force, letting the other party show sincerity, and leaving room for recovery.

After all, although what Huai Lingguan did was very unkind, it was far from the point where a fight to the death was necessary. If Bao Wancheng took action, the matter could be resolved peacefully.

The boy kowtowed to Yang Qisheng again, then stood up and ran down the slope: "I will definitely pass on the message to you!"

After he left, Yang Qisheng looked at the remaining seven naughty kids and asked Jing Han to find a wooden stick.

He had no good method to deal with this kind of naughty child, nor did he have the patience to educate him properly. He only had one word: "beat" until the child obeyed.

Jing Han swung the wooden stick and hit them. After only a few hits, some people couldn't bear it anymore and cried loudly for mercy.

Yang Qisheng asked those who begged for mercy to come over and kowtow to Jing Han, and then made the horse carry him and make him crawl on the ground for a few circles before driving him away.

The seven boys surrendered one after another. The oldest boy was the third to last. He was already fifteen years old. A young boy, it was very easy for him to carry the eight-year-old Jing Han on his back. Yang Qisheng asked him to climb for a while longer, from the top of the slope to the bottom and then back again. His hands and calves were worn out before he let him go.

After teaching all the naughty kids a lesson, only Jing Han was left. Yang Qisheng said, "Let's go to your house."

Since Jing Lei adopted Jing Han, he was collectively ostracized by the villagers and moved out of the village. He rebuilt a stone-walled and wooden-roofed house near the woods, with two main rooms and a wooden warehouse. The outer wall was made of stone. The house was kept very clean and tidy, with not a single blade of grass in the yard. It was obvious that both father and son were very diligent and clean.

"When will your father come back?"

"The county magistrate is in urgent need of furniture. My father lives and eats in the county and doesn't come back at night."

Jing Han deftly stepped on a stool and pulled out a wooden box from the secret compartment behind the tall cabinet. He opened it and found a ginseng more than half a foot long inside. He held it out and presented it to Yang Qisheng: "I found this when I was six years old in the back mountains. My father said that he would sell it for money to help me get married, so I'm giving it to you."

Yang Qisheng looked at the ginseng. The trunk alone was more than half a foot long. If he could find the right place, he could sell it for at least eight hundred taels of silver.

But the quality is not very good, the ginseng roots have been broken off, leaving only the main root.

Yang Qisheng came from a wealthy family. Although this ginseng was rare, he had seen it many times. However, he did not refuse. He thanked Jing Han for his kindness and put the ginseng into his Qiankun bag.

He first helped Jing Han treat the wounds on his body, and then prepared to cook a meal for the child himself.

However, he didn't know how to cook at all. Although he thought he could control the temperature through the Fire Court Talisman and make something to eat like making elixirs, he couldn't do it in practice.

His only experience of cooking was when he lived with Ye Yunqiao in Longgao Mountain.

But at that time they were already able to practice intermittent fasting. They ate very little, drank spring water when thirsty, and ate wild fruits when hungry. Occasionally, Ye Yunqiao would be the chef and he would help out.

He could control fire, cut meat, and handle many things with magic, but he had trouble adjusting the flavor. For example, how to remove the fishy smell from meat? What seasonings to use to marinate it? How to cook it just right? He had no idea.

Fortunately, Jing Han was a very perceptive kid. Seeing the immortal looking at the iron pot, earthen stove, dried meat and brown rice with an expression of not knowing what to do, he quickly took the initiative to fetch water to wash the pot, rinse the rice, cut the meat and steamed it... He was very efficient.

"What kind of meat is this?" Yang Qisheng asked, pointing at the piece of meat with a strong fishy smell.

"The meat of Guoshanfeng." Jing Han was very good at knife skills. He stood on a stool and swung the knife quickly without stopping for a moment, chopping or cutting. He quickly finished it. He first boiled it in boiling water, and added a lot of seasonings that Yang Qisheng couldn't name. Then he took out a large spoonful of oil from an unknown animal from the oil can and fried it.

He wants to make the most delicious braised mountain wind for the immortal to eat!

(End of this chapter)