After transmigrating into the body of the protagonist's childhood friend, he was targeted by a

The man was dumbfounded when he saw the group turn around and leave.

"Hey! Don't go! Can't you see that a delicate and handsome man like me is in danger? Don't you have any conscience?!"

Seeing that they truly ignored him, he stopped pretending to be weak and, clinging to the cliff face, began to curse loudly: "A bunch of heartless bastards! You're just watching me die, what kind of path do you cultivate?!"

"Hey you in the yellow robe at the front, that's you I'm talking about! Wearing that cheap robe and waving that tattered whisk around like a palace eunuch, what are you pretending to be, some enlightened sage!"

Master Qingcheng stopped abruptly, his face darkening visibly.

He had cultivated himself for decades, and wherever he went he was always treated with respect and deference. He had never suffered such humiliation before.

"If I don't beat him to a pulp today, I'll change my name!"

He flung away the hand that was gripping his sleeve from the monk Huiming and tried to rush back.

Monk Huiming and Master Yunhe quickly grabbed him from both sides, repeatedly urging him to calm down, saying that this must be a trick by a demon, and he must not fall for it.

Unfortunately, the man not only didn't back down, but became even more aggressive, turning his attention to the others: "And that bald monk! Has he gone mad from chanting sutras? Instead of staying in the temple chanting sutras, he's out here swindling and cheating people!"

"There's also an old swindler with a little swindler. Did that brat wet his pants just now? I could smell the pee. It's hilarious!"

"And that pale-faced guy in the blue shirt! He looks so weak and pathetic, are you suffering from kidney deficiency?"

Wen Wuqing's veins bulged.

Now Huiming and Master Yunhe stopped trying to stop the fight and instead rolled up their sleeves.

The young boy, who had been trembling behind his master, burst into tears upon being called out by name. He tugged at Master Yunhe's sleeve and cried, "Master, I didn't wet my pants!"

Master Yunhe looked down at the suspicious water stain on his cuff, paused for a moment, and then silently turned his cuff inside out.

The three of them turned back, cursing and swearing. Some rolled up their sleeves, while others pulled out talismans, looking like they were going to exorcise the demon on the spot.

They refused to believe that so many people couldn't deal with a mere imposter.

Wen Wuqing was the first to leap off the cliff and lift the man up from the cliff face.

The moment the man's feet touched the ground, before anyone could even react, he darted behind Lin Zhixu like an eel.

Lin Zhixu took a step, and he followed suit.

He took another step, and then followed with another step.

Lin Zhixu turned to look at him: "...Didn't you say your leg was injured?"

The man froze for a moment, looked down at his leg that he had just claimed to have injured, and then belatedly cried out in pain, leaning against Lin Zhixu.

She continued her accusations, "You're bullying me! So many of you are bullying a weak person like me, have you no shame?!"

The people on the other side were so angry they almost fell over.

Is there no justice in this world? Who is bullying whom here?

Weak? Who's weak?

Do you dare stand up straight? If you stand up straight, you'll be more than half a head taller than Fellow Daoist Lin!

Lin Zhixu glanced down at the slender hand gripping his sleeve, then suddenly raised his hand and pressed down on the other person's wrist: "Let go."

The man's fingers stiffened for a moment after being pressed down, then he obediently released them.

After this commotion, people were no longer willing to insist that he was a demon.

After all, I've never seen such a shameless and unruly monster throwing a tantrum.

Master Qingcheng, suppressing his anger, asked irritably, "Who exactly are you? What are you doing wandering around in the woods so late?"

The man said matter-of-factly, "I told you, I'm a hunter. I went up the mountain to hunt, but I got lost and fell off a cliff."

Wen Wuqing frowned: "Haven't you heard the rumors that there are monsters in Nanshan that eat people? How dare you go up the mountain alone?"

The man said innocently, "I heard about it, but I can't just not eat, can I? I'll starve to death before the monster eats me."

Everyone was speechless after he blocked their way.

Master Qingcheng patiently said, "Alright, you're up here now. We have important matters to attend to. Go back to where you came from."

The man immediately shook his head, looking weak: "No, I can't walk because of my leg injury. Please, kind people, help me to the end and take me home."

Master Qingcheng's temple throbbed again. "Didn't you hear we have important business to attend to? Since we can't leave, just wait here. If we're lucky, we'll come back to pick you up after we're done."

The man said seriously, "No, a weak man left here alone, what if he encounters wolves and tigers? He'll just become their snack."

Seeing his persistent and clingy attitude, Lin Zhixu had probably guessed what he was thinking and asked calmly, "So what do you want to do?"

The man's eyes lit up; he'd been waiting for someone to speak up: "Why don't you take me with you? What are you going to do? Maybe I can help."

Wen Wuqing looked at him suspiciously, "Didn't you injure your leg and not be able to walk? Besides, the matter we're going to handle is very dangerous, and we can't possibly take a mere mortal like you with us."

Man: "...I just didn't want to go home alone. I already said I'm lost. Wouldn't it be more dangerous for me to be alone?"

Lin Zhixu chuckled in exasperation, staring at that handsome yet incredibly shameless face. After a moment of silence, he finally relented: "You just have to come along, don't you?"

The man nodded and hummed in agreement.

Lin Zhixu looked at the others.

"Then let him come along. If necessary, we can throw him out to shield us from danger."

man:"……"

Everyone: "..."

Isn't that unnecessary? They're not that vicious.

……

And so, the group that went up the mountain to exorcise the evil spirits now included a frail, handsome man with a limp.

Master Qingcheng followed closely behind him the whole way, afraid that he would fall behind and cause some trouble.

Then everyone realized they hadn't asked his name yet.

The man, who was leaning on a tree branch and pretending to limp beside Lin Zhixu, looked up when he heard this and said, "Oh, my name is Li Erniu."

Everyone: "..."

Yes, very simple and honest.

……

The higher you climb, the more twisted the trees on both sides of the mountain path become. The branches that should have grown straight upwards are twisted into strange arcs as if they have been twisted from the inside by something.

After walking uphill for about half an hour, Wen Wuqing, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped.

There is no road ahead.

A steep cliff face stretched out before them, covered with dense vines.

Master Qingcheng took out his compass and examined it carefully for a moment. His expression gradually became solemn. He pointed to the slightly trembling pointer on the compass and said, "The yin energy here is extremely heavy, and chaos reigns in all directions. This is an extremely ominous sign."

Master Yunhe took out several talismans from his sleeve and slapped them onto the rock wall in mid-air.

The talisman spontaneously combusted the moment it touched the wall, but the flames were quickly extinguished by an invisible force, leaving not even ashes behind.

Everyone gasped in shock.

Such a heavy aura of malevolence.