Reborn as a lotus, she initially refuses to hand it over to the state.

All the strange beasts lowered their heads and spoke respectfully.

"Yes, sir!"

They also knew in their hearts that from today onwards, the entire Black Dragon Mountain would become different.

The little demons by the lake, who had just gained intelligence, had their eyes shining.

Especially after hearing that merit could be exchanged for spirit spring water and green lotus spirit rain, many little demons began to secretly compete.

The little sparrow stood on the treetop, its wings trembling with excitement.

"I want to make a name for myself! I want to be the most powerful little demon in the Flying Feather Team!"

The crow beside him said irritably, "Little sparrow, you can't even fly in a straight line properly, and you call yourself the best?"

The little sparrow immediately protested, "I'm already a first-tier demon!"

The crow glanced at it: "And you almost crashed into a tree just now."

The little sparrow didn't want to pay attention to the crow; that crow was really annoying.

Not far away, the little wild boar, carrying a basket of sweet potatoes, whispered to the little fox, "Do you think it would count as a merit if I offered the sweet potatoes to the Demon Lord?"

The little fox glanced at the few pitifully small sweet potatoes in the basket: "This isn't merit, it's just fooling around."

The little wild boar immediately became anxious: "That's my intention too."

The little fox said, "Your greatest wish is probably already in your belly."

The little wild boar looked down at its belly and then laughed sheepishly, realizing that there was some truth to it.

In the center of Black Dragon Lake, Chu Zhou paid no attention to the little demons' ulterior motives.

He was preparing to conclude the Monster Tournament.

Just then, a series of rapid flapping sounds came from the sky.

A little sparrow flew back from the direction of Linjiang City. It flew so fast that when it landed on the treetop, it almost crashed into the tree trunk.

Little Jinbao's face darkened: "What's the panic? We just finished explaining the rules."

The little sparrow, disregarding its fear, quickly lowered its head and said, "Master Little Gold Treasure, something terrible has happened! There's trouble with the humans!"

The shores of Black Dragon Lake fell silent instantly. Chu Zhou stirred the seven lotus leaves and spoke, "Speak."

The little sparrow shuddered and quickly said, "My Lord Demon Lord, I heard people in the city talking about how some people dreamed of temples, and gray incense ash appeared at the door of those houses."

"There was also an old man who kept chanting something about entering the temple to see the Buddha in the middle of the night."

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere by the lake, which had been lively just moments before, instantly changed.

Bai Shanjun looked up and reported to Chu Zhou, "Master, there is no unusual activity at the abandoned well."

The little sparrow quickly said, "Lord Baishan, it's not the abandoned well, it's in the city. That thing seems to have bypassed the abandoned well."

In the underground ancient city, the strange stone sneered: "Lotus Demon, it seems that the Buddha Tomb doesn't dare to attack you, so they've set their sights on the human world."

Chu Zhou said calmly, "He is quite clever. Knowing that my Azure Lotus Forbidden Zone is not to be trifled with, he went to cause trouble for humans."

Xuan Ku stood by the lake, his face somewhat bitter. The half-strand of black prayer beads in his hand had started to heat up again.

Chu Zhou glanced at him and said, "Xuan Ku."

Xuan Ku's lips twitched, and he clasped his hands together, saying, "Master, this humble monk is here."

Chu Zhou said, "Your job has come."

Xuan Ku's face stiffened: "Master, is this bait still not done for me?"

Chen Mo, standing next to him, casually added, "It's a long-term position with meals and accommodation provided."

Xuan suddenly realized that the biggest mistake he had ever made in his life was going to Black Dragon Mountain.

Chu Zhou ignored him and gave the order directly.

"Little Jinbao, the Flying Feather Team, keep an eye on Linjiang City. Record every household that has incense ash or dreams of temples."

"Lord Baishan, continue to guard the abandoned well. Xuanku, stay at Black Dragon Lake and do not leave."

"Black Tiger King, the mountain patrol army will increase its patrols along the 300-kilometer border. Old Turtle, the Young Demon Academy will continue as usual."

"I'd like to see just how far it can stretch its reach."

Chu Zhou looked at the little sparrow that flew back.

"You sent back the message in a timely manner; that's a commendation."

The little sparrow was taken aback.

The next second, it was so excited that it almost fell off the tree.

"Did I do something right?"

The eyes of the group of little demons from the Flying Feather Team next to them instantly turned red. The first credit had actually been taken by it!

The little sparrow's voice trembled with excitement: "Thank you so much, Demon Lord! Thank you so much, Demon Lord!"

Little Jinbao glanced at it, and although he was a little envious, he suppressed his emotions and said, "Alright, don't embarrass yourself, hurry up and tell me the exact location."

The little sparrow nodded quickly: "Yes!"

at the same time.

In an old residential area in Linjiang City, an elderly man with gray hair was suddenly awakened from his bed.

He was covered in cold sweat and panting heavily; he had just had a dream.

In his dream, he stood at the entrance of a dilapidated temple. The temple door was half-open, and someone inside was striking a wooden fish drum. A voice kept asking him, "Benefactor, shall you enter the temple?"

The old man sat on the bed, his face pale.

He thought it was just a nightmare, but then he suddenly smelled a faint scent of incense.

The old man's body stiffened.

He turned to look at the doorway, and noticed that a layer of gray incense ash had appeared beneath the crack in the door.

The old man's eyes gradually became blank, and he murmured softly, "Enter the temple, see the Buddha."

He had barely finished speaking when he stood up from the bed.

Hearing the noise, the son came out of the living room, still wearing his coat, and quickly asked, "Dad, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

The old man didn't answer, but just stared intently at the layer of gray incense ash by the door, muttering to himself.

"The temple gates are open, someone is waiting for me, I have to go, I can't not go."

The son's expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward to support him: "Dad, don't scare me! Where are you going in the middle of the night?"

The old man suddenly turned to look at him, his eyes gray and his voice hoarse: "You're blocking me from entering the temple?"

The son was startled by that look and quickly said, "Dad, snap out of it! I'm your son!"

At this moment, the daughter-in-law also ran out of the room and asked, "What's wrong? Is Dad confused again?"

The old man suddenly shoved his son away.

Despite being over seventy years old, the man possessed astonishing strength, pushing his son so hard that he crashed into the sofa.

The daughter-in-law screamed in fright, "Husband!"

The old man acted as if he hadn't heard, and walked barefoot step by step toward the door.

With each step he took, the layer of gray incense ash at the doorway seemed to come alive, slowly gathering at his feet.

"Enter the temple, see the Buddha, see the Buddha..."

The son scrambled to his feet and hugged his father from behind, crying, "Dad, you can't go out!"

The old man paused, then in the next second, the gray light in his eyes intensified, and he suddenly let out a low growl: "Those who block my entry into the temple are all demons!"

He abruptly broke free from his son's hand, turned around, and rushed into the kitchen.

The daughter-in-law's face changed drastically: "Stop him!"

But it was too late. The old man grabbed a kitchen knife from the kitchen, turned around, and rushed out.

The son was so frightened that his scalp tingled, and he quickly grabbed a chair next to him to shield himself.

The cleaver struck the back of the chair, sending wood chips flying.

The daughter-in-law turned pale with fright and rushed into the room shouting, "Xiaoyu, call the police! Call the police now!"

In the room, a teenager hurriedly picked up his phone, his voice trembling.

"Hello, is this the police? My grandfather has gone mad; he's attacking people with a knife!"

The old man was still struggling in the living room.

He was clearly very old, yet his strength was beyond that of a normal person.

The son was forced to retreat repeatedly.

At the critical moment, the boy rushed out with a quilt and threw himself on the old man.

The son gritted his teeth and rushed forward, and the two of them together managed to pin the old man to the ground.

The old man was lying on the ground, still clutching the kitchen knife tightly in his hand.

The daughter-in-law rushed forward crying and wrapped a towel around his wrist. It took the three of them a lot of effort to finally take the kitchen knife away.

But the old man was still struggling.

His forehead veins bulged, his eyes were grayish-white, and he kept muttering to himself.

"The wooden fish is ringing, Buddha is calling me, you can't stop it."

"No one can stop it..."

Not long after, police sirens were heard downstairs, and several police officers rushed upstairs.

The police officer in charge of the team had just entered the house when he saw the scene in the living room, and his face immediately darkened.

"Get out of the way, everyone! Move your knives away!"

Several police officers stepped forward and subdued the elderly man.

At first, they thought it was a sudden mental problem on the part of the elderly man, but soon the police officer in charge smelled a faint scent of incense in the room.

He subconsciously looked towards the door, and when he saw the layer of gray incense ash under the door crack, his expression instantly changed.