A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Ji Zuodao stared blankly at the two Dharma images fighting fiercely in the distance, their strength evenly matched, with Li Tiezhu's words echoing in his ears: "It's the director's inner demon."

His mind went blank for a moment, as if something had gently tapped him.

His childhood memories, which had been buried for countless years and were almost forgotten by him, suddenly surfaced with the help of the word "inner demons."

Inner demons...

Tsk, he's familiar with this stuff.

It's so well-done it couldn't be better.

Back in the day, Ji Zuodao was still a boy with two topknots and a snotty nose, running around the mountains.

His three idle and whimsical masters, who were always having nothing better to do, somehow found a tattered book in some obscure corner and got their inspiration from it.

In short, one day after dinner, the three old men threw down their half-eaten chicken bones, surrounded Xiao Ji, their six old eyes gleaming, and began their "far-sighted" parenting discussion:

"As the old saying goes, the older you get, the more you see, the thicker those filthy thoughts accumulate in your heart, and the fiercer and harder your inner demons become to control!"

"Once it gains power, subduing it will be extremely difficult, and you might even lose your Dao heart and die!"

"How about... we do the opposite?"

The second master rubbed his greasy hands together, grinning like a fox that had stolen a chicken:

"While this kid's still young and his inner demons are still tiny and weak, let's find a way to bring them out! Let's expose them to them early, let's get them used to them early, let's give them... uh, let's give them some 'preschool education'!"

"Brilliant!"

The other two old men slapped their thighs, their beards bristling with excitement.

"Having dealt with inner demons since childhood, I've become accustomed to their patterns. When they grow up and try to cause trouble, my disciple will be able to see through them at a glance and easily subdue them! This is called... prevention is better than cure! Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"

Just do it.

The three old men used some unscrupulous and despicable methods they had up their sleeves for three days and three nights.

Finally, on a dark and windy night, when even the foxes in the back mountains hid in their dens and dared not come out...

He successfully dragged out the little demon in Xiao Ji Zuo Dao's heart that was still curled up in a corner, half asleep, and made it manifest in his spiritual sea.

According to the masters' plan, what followed was an arduous and challenging "anti-demon training".

Xiao Ji Zuo Dao will fight against this inner demon day and night, tempering her mind and strengthening her Dao heart, laying an unparalleled foundation for her Dao by repeatedly rejecting temptations!

The ideal is full.

Reality……

The reality is, life on the mountain was incredibly boring back then.

All his masters did was beat him and force him to practice his skills; he didn't even have a friend to whisper secrets to.

He was at that age where he was disliked by both people and dogs, and even the dog didn't pay much attention to him.

Suddenly, a voice popped into my head!

A voice that only he can hear, that understands him perfectly, that knows all his little thoughts, and that can chat with him in all sorts of creative ways!

Xiao Ji Zuo Dao was not afraid at all; on the contrary, she was overjoyed!

Good heavens! Isn't this the kind of old man who's always with you in novels?

It's the kind of thing that resides in your mind, so you can chat anytime, anywhere, whenever you want!

As for that inner demon brat, his skills are indeed quite immature.

Its original instructions were probably to bewitch, disrupt, and lead people astray.

There's no training manual on how to operate it specifically.

It tried to tempt Xiao Ji Zuodao in a low voice when she was being lazy and didn't want to practice: "Practicing is so tiring, why don't you take a nap..."

Xiao Ji Zuo Dao deeply agreed.

"What you say is absolutely right, brother!"

Then I went straight to sleep.

The inner demon cub: "???"

This reaction... seems a little different from what I expected? Shouldn't they be pulling at each other a bit?

Never mind, let's continue.

When Xiao Ji Zuo Dao was secretly eating the offered pastries, it fanned the flames, saying, "Eat more, they're all yours!"

Xiao Ji, with her mouth full of crumbs, still managed to share her thoughts:

"Hmm, the jujube paste filling is alright, but the red bean paste filling is a bit too sweet. Next time I'll have to steal the lotus seed paste filling..."

The inner demon cub: "..."

They've even started reviewing it?

After a while, the two "people" actually started chatting.

From finding the best bird eggs on the crooked tree behind the mountain, to discovering the most secluded corner of Master Er's wine cellar, and even whether the tofu pudding at Widow Wang's house down the mountain is sweet or salty...

They had such a great chat, it was like they were old friends!

The inner demon gradually forgot its "original job" and thought that this was not bad? Having a host who could understand it was better than keeping evil bottled up all day.

In just a few days, the man and the demon were practically beheading each other, burning yellow paper, and becoming sworn brothers.

If the inner demon could truly manifest, Little Ji Zuodao would probably have dragged it to the fox den in the back mountains and shown off to the fox spirits there: "Look! This is my brother! He lives in my head! Amazing, right?"

Until one day, the second master wanted to check on the progress of the "anti-demon cultivation," so he furtively used his divine sense to probe into Xiao Ji's left-hand spiritual platform—

Okay.

I didn't see the scene I had imagined: the disciple fiercely battling his inner demons and his Dao heart shining brightly.

He "saw" his unlucky disciple's spirit sitting side by side with a dark, limp shadow of a demon on the edge of his spiritual platform, swinging their legs and... chatting away!

Shadow of the Inner Demon: "So, that vixen just had her eye on the Zhang family's dried meat, and she even brought up some predestined relationship from a past life. How shameless!"

Xiao Ji, the Left-Handed Primordial Spirit, wholeheartedly agreed: "Exactly! Next time she comes to freeload, let's secretly sprinkle some croton powder into her bowl!"

"Brilliant plan!"

……

The second master's consciousness remained frozen in place for a full ten breaths.

Then, a bloodcurdling roar, shattering even the most agonizing heart, was unleashed:

"Boss! Third brother! Something terrible has happened! Come quick—!"

The other two old men tumbled and crawled in.

The three heads huddled together, their consciousness squeezing into Xiao Ji's left-hand spiritual platform.

silent.

A deathly silence.

Even with their combined life experience of over five hundred years, which is considered extensive, they had never seen anything like this before!

Who uses their inner demons to gossip or discuss how to give a vixen a chin implant?!

Is this some kind of inner demon or a comedy duo?!

Finally, after a chaotic and nearly dismantled incident involving Xiao Ji's left-hand spiritual altar,

The three old men, on the verge of tears, forcibly pushed back the little devil who had become so engrossed in his newfound brotherhood.

Xiao Ji Zuodao was heartbroken for several months. He lost his appetite and didn't even bother to collect bird eggs from the back mountain. He was listless all day long, feeling that he had lost the most important confidant in his life.

Memories of the past, like smoke, are now bubbling up in my mind.

Until this moment, I witnessed with my own eyes that the renowned Director Zhang was engaged in a fierce and righteous battle with his own imposing and menacing demonic form...

Ji Zuodao blinked and subconsciously touched his chest.

Suddenly, a very subtle, even somewhat inappropriate, feeling welled up in my mind.

Tsk.

Look at the inner demons of that bureau chief.

How formal, how impressive, how prestigious!

With a solemn appearance and great supernatural powers, their battles are so fierce that the heavens and earth tremble. This is what makes them worthy of being called "inner demons"!

Then look at yourself when you were a child...

Ji Zuodao smacked his lips, his eyes darting around.

Besides being good at chatting, gossiping, and figuring out how to give a vixen a chin... it seems like they don't have any other skills?

Isn't this difference... a bit too big?

"well……"

Ji Zuodao gazed at the dazzling yet tragic golden light and grayness in the distance and sighed softly.

I don't know if I'm lamenting Director Zhang or my good-for-nothing childhood playmate.

Or perhaps, they are lamenting the fickleness of fate and the cruel tricks of destiny.