I became a saint in the world of Liao Zhai, and flirted with monster girls

"Train in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer. Be brave and have a flexible mind."

Zhou Kao answered indifferently while taking Lu'e to deal with Congcong's body.

This strange beast has fur as hard as iron, but its meat is unexpectedly tender.

This dog meat hotpot uses the whole meat, and the excess is made into jerky and smoked. Zhou Kao has good teeth and likes to eat this kind of chewy food.

"Hmm... this is true."

Zhu Yiran stroked his chin and nodded thoughtfully.

She had to admit that Zhou Kao's courage was truly amazing. He was unconventional and remained calm in times of crisis.

Whenever you encounter a ghost, as long as you are strong, the ghost will be weak; if you are strong, it will be weak; if you advance, it will retreat; if you kill it, it will die.

This is the real way to defeat the enemy!

At this time, Little Tai Sui also returned to the city with a large piece of meat in his mouth, and invited the cats, dogs, mountain spirits and water monsters in Beiguo County to eat.

Each of these spiritual creatures is a loyal little spies, and now they have been summoned by Little Tai Sui to keep a close eye on the every move of Mr. Wang, Mr. Rong, and Mr. Liu.

Because of the dreams of the deceased in the mass grave, many families came to Xiaohe Village specifically to express their gratitude to Zhou Kao.

The small courtyard, which was not spacious to begin with, was now filled with thank-you gifts from various families: rice, flour, oil, salt, chicken, duck, fish, meat, cloth, fragrant fruits, and someone even sent a basket of freshly picked green dates.

Under the grapevine, Zhu Yiran grabbed a cantaloupe and bit into it, juicy and juicy. As he chewed, he thought about tonight's menu:

"Like my brother-in-law said, shall we have a meal of Congcong hotpot?"

Crunch, crunch, in no time, she had eaten the whole melon clean.

Just as she was about to find something else to eat, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a group of police officers coming outside the courtyard gate. They all bowed and nodded, trembling with fear. They didn't even dare to step over the threshold, but only dared to peek outside the fence and greet them.

Humph, a bunch of sycophants!

On the other side, Zhou Kao was closing his eyes and thinking about his next move.

"There are so many big ghosts in the mass grave, it is definitely not easy to refine them. If we eliminate them now, the monster behind the scenes will definitely reveal its whereabouts. Once I find it, it will be its death. Black Wind Mountain is so big, it is impossible to find a place to stay without a purpose..."

As soon as the words fell, a crisp meow sounded, and the little Tai Sui rushed back home, his eyes shining with excitement:

"My dear, we have finally found the trace of the demon from Black Wind Mountain!"

"How to say?"

Chapter 112: The Brilliant Statue in Front, the Demonic Cave Behind

Zhou Kao opened his eyes and his expression became serious.

"I asked Brother Hua from the west of the city for help. He called dozens of old brothers to keep an eye on everyone. Anyone who left the homes of the three scholars was secretly followed. People were also sent to different places to keep an eye on the servants of the three scholars."

Little Tai Sui continued excitedly:

"Our men followed them secretly. The monster's abode is quite remote. According to some warriors who fly at night to catch rats and eliminate pests, it used to be secluded and quiet, but now it's filled with smoke and miasma. If you fly in, you can't open your eyes for a while."

"But those owls?"

"Exactly."

"We'll call them home later and give them a good treat. They'll always have plenty of dried meat, and there's plenty of meat here."

"okay."

Little Tai Sui licked his paws and continued:

"That evildoer opened a temple, and it's very popular. Many people from the surrounding area come to pay their respects."

"This must be an obscene ritual, deceiving the villagers!"

Zhou Kao snorted coldly, his eyes as sharp as knives.

"I heard from some warriors who fly at night that this Baixian Temple has one or two thousand incense sticks to light during the day, and seven or eight hundred cushions to spread at night. It's very lively."

"What is a gentleman to do?"

The little Taiyangling Sijiuqisi Sui raised his tail, eager to try, and was obviously ready for the next wave of battle.

"How to do it?"

Zhou Kao stood up, his expression solemn, and spoke word by word:

"Go straight to Huanglong!!"

When Zhou Kaoshi was dressed up by Zhu Yiren, he didn't look like a peerless warrior at all. Instead, he looked like a sickly and elegant young man.

He is still a sick scholar, the kind of sick scholar.

When Zhou Kao didn't exert much effort, he attracted the attention of those wild monsters.

Zhu Yiran dressed up as a maid holding a cat. Hidden by the treasures, the three of them looked unremarkable.

Green Fox and Dragon Horse were still left behind to look after Xiaohe Village to prevent anyone from robbing their homes.

Zhou Kao and You Zhu were still holding the little Tai Sui, and they were walking slowly on the mountain path leading to the "Baixian Temple".

Although this mountain road is not steep, it is quite winding.

The way was filled with the smoke of incense, and there was an endless stream of devout men and women. Many people kowtowed every three steps, burned incense every five steps, and muttered something in their mouths, showing their utmost piety.

Many believers stood by the roadside, loudly proclaiming how effective the old immortal in this temple was:

"My child kept crying at night. I drew a fortune stick and took some medicine, and he got better immediately!"

"The day before yesterday, I dreamt that Bai Xian came to me, and when I woke up, I was cured!"

"As long as your heart is sincere, the White Fairy will appear!"

Both sides of the mountain road leading to the temple are already filled with various stalls. Stalls selling incense, lamp oil, paper candles, gold and silver ingots are lined up next to each other, from the foot of the mountain to the mountain gate.

There is a wide variety of sacrificial supplies on sale, and the business is booming and bustling.

"There are so many demons and ghosts."

Zhou Kao thought to himself.

He could tell at a glance that many of these vendors were actually ghosts in disguise, hiding behind human skins to make money and specifically luring the people to donate their last bit of savings as offerings to the so-called "White Immortal".

However, after a closer look, his brows furrowed slightly. "Most of the people who come here look pale, so why is there so much incense in front of this temple?"

Logically speaking, only when the people are rich and have no worries about food and clothing will they have the extra time to worship gods and Buddhas.

If you can’t even get enough food to eat, how can you have money to buy incense, candles, and paper horses?

But the current situation is completely the opposite.

He saw a middle-aged woman with a painful expression as she took out a few dozen coins from her underwear, bought a bunch of incense and candles, and walked into the temple with her hands folded.

Then I saw a thin, dark man, dressed in rags and covered in dirt, but he took out a dime from somewhere, bought a whole bag of offerings, and hurried into the temple.

Zhou Kao didn't waste any time and took Zhu Yinran straight into the "fairy temple".

As soon as you enter the door, the strong smell of incense hits you in the face, making it almost impossible to open your eyes.

The smell of incense here is several times stronger than that of the City God Temple in Beiguo County.

"Such a strong smell of incense?"

Zhou Kao thought to himself.

He looked around and found that there were no other statues of gods enshrined in the temple. There was only one statue standing in the center of the spacious and solemn hall.

The appearance of this statue actually made his pupils shrink suddenly!

It was a young man wearing a scarlet official robe and a black gauze hat. He had a handsome face, eyes like torches, and a dignified expression with a hint of sinisterness.

"Huh?? Taishan Saburo?? This place is actually related to him?!!! Bastard!!"

He suddenly felt angry.

What also caught Zhou Kao's attention was that the statue of Taishan Sanlang was three meters tall and shone brightly with golden color. Based on his many years of experience in gold and silver at the Zhang family, he knew that this three-meter-tall statue should have been made by smelting the three metals of gold, silver and copper.

The inner umbrella is made of copper, the middle is silver, and the outside is gold.

Only in this way can this statue be built so majestic, magnificent and luxurious.

Moreover, every time after worshiping the statue of Sanlang Shen on Mount Tai, the pilgrims would put money into the merit box. Some would offer a dozen or twenty coins, while others would even throw in several taels of silver.

Some of the wealthier pilgrims even threw their entire wallets in without a second thought, leaving nothing behind.

The pilgrims who had donated money were muttering and praying for something.

"This worship of God seems a little too pious."

Seeing this, Zhu Yiran frowned slightly.

All this money was put into the donation box, which was better than the temple, but it was hard work for oneself. No wonder this temple was built so luxuriously and grandly.

If it weren't for the selfless offerings of these pilgrims, how could such a luxurious statue be built in such a time of year and in such a world?

Many villagers saw women kneeling devoutly, refusing to get up, wiping their tears and saying, "We are all good brothers and sisters, don't be too anxious. Once you are here, the immortals will watch over you. You will have nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about."

Zhu Yiran thought to himself when he saw this: No wonder every dynasty has cut down mountains and destroyed temples. It is really powerful. In just a few days, it has become such a mess.

Good farmers, instead of harvesting the crops, use their own blood and sweat to support the evil gods. What idiots they are.

At this time, several hunchbacked temple priests disappeared and entered through a hidden door behind the statue.

They walked along a dark and damp passage, turning several turns, and finally came to a cave.

As soon as I stepped into the cave, a strong smell of blood hit me in the face.

The cave was filled with rows of iron hooks, each of which was hung with skinned, fishy-smelling human flesh.

This flesh and blood is not from cattle, sheep, pigs or dogs, but from a human being.

On both sides there are mountains of skulls and forests of bones.

Human skin was wrapped around the stone pillars, and the living people in the cages were like animals waiting to be slaughtered. Monsters were gnawing on their hands and feet, scraping their flesh, and tiny ghosts were chewing on the dry, shiny silver tendons of human beings, cooking the human flesh freshly.

Such bloody horror, if you don't have the courage of a hero, ordinary people will not be able to enter this door.

Chapter 113: Shattering the Statue

No one knows how many people were raped in this cave. Their hair was turned into felt pieces and their skin and flesh were rotten into mud and dust.

Several temple priests stumbled forward cautiously, their skin and bloody hair stumbling, until they came to a high seat.

After they kowtowed and knelt, they immediately shouted loudly:

"Master!!! Good news has arrived!! A sick scholar has come to visit! It sounds so good!!"

"Oh? There's such a good thing?"

The demon on the high seat was gnawing on a warm, beating human heart that had just been dug out, and threw it casually into the skull tray.

His eyes gleamed with light: "The flesh and blood of scholars is still delicious, hurry up and prepare! Let that sick scholar see the pomp and show of me! "

"Yes!"

Several temple priests responded in unison.

If a scholar comes and asks for the Dharma, he will definitely take priority over the "foolish man and foolish woman".

They straightened their clothes and put on a look of compassion.

Novice monks holding banners, Taoist boys beating wooden fish, and young Confucian scholars holding whisks came out one after another and walked into the main hall through the small door behind the statue.

They all sat down on the mats, took a sniff, and immediately looked intoxicated.

It is indeed the fragrance of a scholar...it is so fragrant! !

It is the unique aura of scholars, mixed with the fragrance of ink and literary charm, adding a bit more spiritual energy than the flesh and blood of ordinary people, and is the favorite delicacy of demons.

The Taoist boy who was beating the wooden fish swallowed his saliva, then gave a look to the bald novice monk. The little novice monk also smiled widely, but he didn't realize that he laughed too much and his mouth was split to his ears. If he hadn't covered it quickly, his fangs would have been exposed.

They thought they were being very secretive, but in fact these little moves had already been seen by Zhou Kao and the other two, and they were immediately furious.

Seeing these costumes, Zhou Kao secretly complained in his heart, pretending to be ghosts and fooling people is not professional, there are all kinds of costumes in a temple.

Novice monks, Taoist boys, and book boys gathered together. Are they going to hold some kind of divine gathering?

At this time, seven or eight hundred believers sitting on cushions chanted the Bingling Mantra for Rescuing Suffering in unison, with great piety.

One or two thousand incense sticks were curling up, and the smoke was rising, obscuring the golden light in front of the statue;

The poor people knelt and kowtowed, their foreheads were worn with blood, and they murmured prayers.

He is truly compassionate inside and out, and full of piety.