He became the True Lord of Ten Thousand Laws starting from Liaozhai.

Xu Yi was slightly taken aback, not expecting that the squirrel would come up with such a bizarre way to prank people.

Therefore, Xu Yi decided that he would also scare the little squirrel.

The blue ox remained motionless, occasionally grunting. This little creature was blocking his way, and he couldn't move forward.

Fortunately, there was still some newly grown grass on the ground. The blue ox grunted and lowered its head to chew the grass.

After saying this, Yun Song remained in that position, thinking that this should be enough to intimidate the human.

He looked like a scholar, and there was no magical energy emanating from him; he was just an ordinary person.

Xu Yi just stared at him without being startled or making any other unnecessary movements.

Yun Song began to have second thoughts.

No, why isn't this scholar afraid? Shouldn't he be afraid of me? I've already robbed him, why won't he hand over his money?

I'm a demon! Why isn't he begging for mercy?!

Today's events were beyond Yun Song's imagination; any ordinary person would be startled by such a scene.

But why isn't this scholar making a sound? Could he have been scared out of his wits?

That won't do! If you get scared out of your wits, the Mountain God will beat me to death!

Thinking it over, he didn't care about Xu Yi's reaction. He hopped over to Xu Yi, jumped onto the back of the green ox, and stood in front of Xu Yi.

He picked up a tree branch and waved it in front of Xu Yi's eyes. Seeing that Xu Yi's eyes were glazed over and he had no other reaction, Yun Song panicked.

He yelled, "Hey! Man, I was just teasing you, don't scare me!"

Seeing that Xu Yi still didn't react, Yun Song became anxious and poked around with the branch.

First, he poked Xu Yi's right cheek, and then he poked Xu Yi's forehead with a twig, but Xu Yi still did not react.

He panicked completely, carelessly tossing the branch on the ground. He plopped down on the ox's back, clutching his head and shaking it repeatedly, muttering to himself:

"Oh no, oh no, did I scare this person into a daze?!"

"What kind of logic is this? Oh no, Grandpa Mountain God can't possibly drag me away to apologize to him, can he..."

The mention of the mountain god brought a hint of fear to Yun Song's furry face. He had seen tiger demons with sentience secretly devour people.

After being discovered by the Mountain God, he first condensed a divine whip to lash the body, and then scattered the tiger demon's divine soul.

In the end, the Mountain God himself carried the tiger's corpse to the home of the person who had been eaten by the tiger demon to apologize.

Grandpa Mountain God was a very good person. He taught the spirits how to cultivate themselves and the principles of being a demon.

The Mountain God also protects them; whenever they encounter danger, the Mountain God will shield them behind him.

Grandpa Mountain God is so kind. I just accidentally startled this scholar. Grandpa Mountain God surely won't blame me!

As Yun Song was thinking, he almost burst into tears. Just as he was about to wipe away his tears in grievance, he suddenly felt a warm, large hand stroking his back.

He shuddered, and just as he was about to scream in fright, Xu Yi grabbed his stomach and held him in his hand.

Xu Yi carefully examined the squirrel. It was only the size of Xu Yi's forearm, with brownish-yellow fur mixed with snow-white cloud patterns, and a pair of round, bright black eyes that were looking at Xu Yi with feigned pitifulness.

Yun Song's nose twitched slightly, and its fluffy tail swished back and forth, giving it an innocent look that said, "I didn't do anything wrong."

Xu Yi was finally amused. He laughed and said, "Little squirrel, I'm penniless. What do you want to rob?"

Although Yun Song was unruly, he knew that he had offended someone with great power after hearing Xu Yi refer to himself as "this humble Taoist".

He definitely can't win in a fight. He's so young and doesn't even know the most basic spells. How can he possibly fight a Taoist priest?

As for running away? Yun Song tried to break free from Xu Yi's grasp once again, but after struggling for a while, the grasp was so tight that it hurt him.

Alright, now he can't escape. Yun Song could only stare with his big, bright eyes and pretend to be pitiful.

He then realized that the Taoist priest had been playing a trick on him. Yun Song felt bitter, but he didn't know how to express it.

We can only pray that the Mountain God will see him soon, but at this moment the Mountain God is probably preparing for the Moon Festival and probably won't have time to investigate the situation in the mountains.

Oh dear, this Taoist priest can't eat squirrel meat, can he?

A strange thought popped into Yun Song's mind: This is too absurd.

Thinking of this, Yun Song was completely terrified. He begged for mercy, "Sir, I haven't washed my body for several years."

"My meat is sour, it smells bad, it doesn't taste good!"

"Please, please don't eat me..."

Yun Song bowed to Xu Yi for a long time with his two paws in a very human-like manner.

The answer was irrelevant; it seemed the little guy was terrified. Xu Yi thought the squirrel was cute, so he reached out and pinched its ears. They were fluffy and felt very comfortable to touch.

He asked again, "What do you intend to rob?"

After saying that, Xu Yi laughed again. This little thing was quite fun, much more fun than the silent ox he rode.

He glanced symbolically at the blue ox, his eyes holding an indescribable meaning.

Yun Song was so frightened that he covered his eyes with both hands. At this moment, he felt that the Taoist priest was very fierce and terrifying.

Just as Xu Yi was about to tease Yun Song again, a mountain breeze suddenly blew by.

An elderly man with white hair bowed and appeared before the green ox.

He was slightly hunched over, yet possessed a steadfast and robust strength like a mountain. He had a full head of silver hair, and his eyebrows drooped slightly like pine needles, perfectly concealing the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

He wore a light apricot-colored, wide-sleeved robe with an elegant texture. The robe was decorated with patterns of mountains, rivers, flowers, and trees, making him appear very refined.

"Your Excellency, I am Zhang Zhengyi, the mountain god of Lesser Chongshan."

"Please, Your Excellency, show mercy and spare Yun Song. He has only been cultivating for a short time and his bad habits have not been changed. I am willing to offer him the treasures of the mountain."

As he spoke, Zhang Zheng bowed again, his attitude very humble, as he had just been setting up the venue for the moon-worshiping party.

They were completely unaware of Yun Song's subtle actions.

Furthermore... Zhang Zhengyi's expression was very solemn.

The Taoist had wandered deep into the Lesser Chongshan Mountain without the Taoist noticing at all.

However, he was certain that the Taoist priest did not have any murderous intent, and he hoped that the priest was easy to talk to.

"So your name is Yun Song!"

Xu Yi stroked Yun Song's head as he spoke softly.

"She's cute, but too mischievous."

As Xu Yi spoke, he jumped off the green ox and placed Yun Song on the ground.

Yun Song was too frightened to speak. He climbed onto Zhang Zhengyi in great fear, burrowed into his collar, and only his head was sticking out.

Xu Yi approached Zhang Zhengyi and bowed in return: "Brother Zhang, don't bother with apologies, just buy me a drink."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The Taoist priest had no intention of making things difficult for them; he was simply asking for a cup of wine.

But... at the Moon Festival, all the spirits and monsters of Little Chongshan will be present. Wouldn't that give the Taoist a chance to catch them all in one fell swoop?

Zhang Zheng hesitated. He couldn't even detect the Taoist's whereabouts, and he couldn't even imagine the difference between the two.

He dared not gamble with the lives of all the spirits of Little Chongshan, but he could not refuse the Taoist's request either.

Xu Yi seemed to have seen through the old mountain god's thoughts, and said gently, "Brother Zhang, I am Xu Yi, and Yan Chixia of the Xuanxin Sect are good friends. I have this token as proof."

As he spoke, he took out a token made of meteorite iron from his sleeve, engraved with the words "Mysterious Heart," and handed it to Zhang Zhengyi.

This was a gift that Yan Chixia specially gave to Xu Yi when they parted ways at the Withered Forest.

What they fear is that Xu Yi won't be taken seriously once he arrives at some blessed land of immortals. This is a kind of proof of identity, at least demonstrating that Xu Yi isn't some kind of evil or crooked person.

The reputation of the Xuanxin Sect is known throughout the cultivation world of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Seeing the Xuanxin Token is like seeing the sect leader of the Xuanxin Sect. Almost every major sect has its own credentials.

This is essential common sense for those navigating the world of cultivation.

Zhang Zheng infused a wisp of magic power into the token, activating the restrictions within the Xuanxin Token, and a mysterious aura pointed towards Xu Yi.

This token proves that it truly belongs to this person and serves as a symbol of their identity.

After confirming his identity, Zhang Zhengyi returned the Xuanxin Token to Xu Yi with both hands.

After straightening his clothes, Zhang Zhengyi respectfully bowed and said, "Zhang Zhengyi, the mountain god of Lesser Chongshan, greets the esteemed master of Xuanxin Sect."

Xu Yi helped Zhang Zhengyi up by holding his arms with both hands, and joked, "Brother Zhang, I'm showing this order only to prove that I am a righteous person."

"I have treated you with utmost sincerity, why should you lower yourself to such a lowly position?"

"If Brother Zhang insists on being so reserved, then this humble Taoist priest shall take his leave."

When Zhang Zheng saw that Xu Yi's tone was sincere and didn't seem to be joking, he stopped his previous act.

"Sir, since you're here, why not join me for my Moon Festival party?"

Calling him "senior" felt too unfamiliar, and calling him "fellow Daoist" felt inappropriate to Zhang Zhengyi.

Xu Yi called him Brother Zhang, so how could he call him Brother Xu?!

Although the important person was polite, he still had to be tactful.

When Yun Song in Zhang Zhengyi's arms heard that this Taoist priest was also going to participate in the Moon Worship Ceremony, he got all worked up.

However, he dared not say anything more. The mountain god was very polite to this outsider Taoist, so it was not that he was tactless.

In this situation, he should have hidden behind the mountain god instead of expressing his own opinions.

"Sir, please move over!"

Zhang Zheng, as the mountain god of Xiaochongshan, received incense offerings from the people of the surrounding city. Moreover, people from the surrounding villages and towns would offer incense to the mountain god whenever they went up the mountain.

Offerings and such are displayed during festivals and holidays.

On Xiaochong Mountain, Zhang Zhengyi could exercise the authority of the mountain god, and the entire mountain was within his field of vision.

On Little Chong Mountain, he could reach any place he wanted to go in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Chongshan is Zhang Zhengyi, and Zhang Zhengyi is Xiao Chongshan.

Zhang Zhengyi used magic to implicate Xu Yi.

In the blink of an eye, the world around them had changed, and the blue ox had been brought along.

Xu Yi looked around and saw that many spirits were busy setting up the party venue.

A tree spirit shook its branches, creating a circular archway for the entrance to the party.

The door was decorated with various berries and flowers, making it look very vibrant.

The flower fairies are carrying glass cups filled with morning dew and placing them on each stone table.

A group of badger spirits came, carrying bamboo baskets filled with melons and fruits.

The monkey demon would take the bamboo basket and arrange the fruits inside in a fixed ratio on a vine-woven plate.

A bear demon carried jars of osmanthus wine back and forth, placing them in front of the seats.

Everything was in good order, and the division of labor was clear.

After arriving at the Moon Worship Party, Yun Song hurriedly crawled out of Zhang Zhengyi's arms.

He felt very uncomfortable and uneasy being with this Taoist priest, so he decided to leave and wander around to see if there was anything he could do to help.

Zhang Zhengyi then took Xu Yi around.

He introduced the origin of the Moon Festival to Xu Yi, and chatted with Xu Yi about the scenery of Wude Prefecture City, or the cultural customs of other towns.

The two discussed the principles of Heaven and their views on the world.

Zhang Zhengyi has lived long enough to have seen and read far more than Xu Yi, so he has a lot of topics to discuss.

He has been to many places and seen many famous mountains and great lakes.

Xu Yi listened quietly most of the time. Whenever the two of them found common ground and had some insights, Xu Yi would occasionally say a few profound and mysterious words to summarize.

Every word Xu Yi spoke was very helpful to Zhang Zhengyi, and sometimes he would even consult Xu Yi about some profound matters.

Gradually, Zhang Zhengyi became less reserved in front of Xu Yi. After talking for a while, Zhang Zhengyi came to understand Xu Yi's character.

In the eyes of this master, no one is superior or inferior based on their level of cultivation; everyone is equal in his eyes.

Even if you are just an ordinary person, Xu Yi will genuinely treat you as a friend.

Therefore, the barrier between the two has completely disappeared.

Although Zhang Zhengyi is a mountain god, he does not stay in Xiaochong Mountain all the time. Every once in a while, he will send out an incarnation to visit famous mountains in various parts of the Great Zhou Dynasty and ask fellow cultivators for advice.

After strolling around Xiaochongshan, the two returned to the Moon Festival venue.

By this time, all the spirits and monsters were already seated at the round table, chatting about interesting things that happened in the mountains, reminiscing about the past, and dreaming about the future.

The atmosphere at the party was very harmonious.

Looking at the large round tables in front of him, Xu Yi understood Zhang Zhengyi's thoughts.

Equality, yes, this mountain god's philosophy is similar to his.

All the spirits and monsters, without distinction of rank or social status, sat together at the same table.

Zhang Zhengyi pulled Xu Yi to sit in the main seat, where he could see all the spirits and monsters of Little Chongshan.

"Sir, you asked me to treat you to a drink, so today I will invite you to try my Little Chongshan's Osmanthus Wine."

"Although this wine is made with osmanthus flowers, I added the essence of moonlight several times during the brewing process, which gave it a touch of frost and coldness."

"This wine is imbued with moonlight; ordinary cultivators who drink it can improve their cultivation."

"We can only drink this once a year."

As Zhang Zhengyi spoke, he picked up the wine pot and poured Xu Yiman a cup.

Having done all this, he stood up, his booming voice echoing throughout the hall: "Please, everyone, drink this cup to the brim!"

Xu Yi and the other spirits all stood up, picked up their wine cups, and drank them down in one gulp.

This wine is sweet with a touch of gentleness, and has a delicate fragrance. It has a soft and smooth texture.

Another refreshing chill rose up and spread in the dantian without causing a ripple.

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