Seeking Aid from the Lotus Flower Temple!

The demon soldiers withdrew to relay the order, and the cave fell silent once more.

The Yellow Wind Demon King closed his eyes again, Breath Regulation, he suddenly remembered something.

I also arranged for Lady Musk to be stationed in the heart of Qingzhou, but I don't know how she is doing now.

If the other party were to act recklessly in Qingzhou relying on their strength, it would likely immediately attract the attention of the Demon Suppression Division.

When you encounter a ruthless killer like Pei Xuance, who dares to kill even Precious Monastery Buddha's Son of a sacred temple, he doesn't care where you come from; he'll take care of you all.

"Go get someone."

It faces the Outer Dao.

Go check if Lady Musk is alright.

Before long, footsteps sounded outside the cave again, even more urgently than the one that came to report the death.

"Demon King!" The demon soldiers who rushed over cried out in alarm, "Lady Musk is dead!"

The Yellow Wind Demon King's face remained expressionless.

Lady Musk was hardly an old friend; the friendship of a precious Treasure Lotus had been exchanged for a place to live, and the matter was settled.

Whether she lives or dies is none of its business.

But she was being led by the Crimson Refinement Demon Emperor.

It originally intended to settle her in a remote valley in the heart of Qingzhou, where the mountains were high and the roads were long, so that no one would know.

The trouble at the Hundred-Thousand Demon Mountains is just outside Yellow Wind Mountain.

She died in Qingzhou.

If the Crimson Serpent Demon Emperor's men follow the scent and find a corpse, what will they say in return?

I can't explain it.

Then there's only one way: completely pin this problem on the Qingzhou Demon Suppression Division.

The person was killed by the Demon Suppression Division, and died under their Demon Suppression Division. What does that have to do with Yellow Wind Mountain?

Who did it?

It asked.

The demon soldier who came to report swallowed hard.

"I heard from... from one of the lesser demons who escaped from Pig Demon's command that it was a young Demon Suppression General wearing black armor and a red cloak."

Black armor and a red cloak.

The young Demon Suppression General.

The Yellow Wind Demon King raised his eyelids slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.

Is it that new Demon Suppression General again?

I initially thought they were just new recruits to Demon Suppression Division, nothing to worry about.

Now it seems this "radish" was aimed at Yellow Wind Mountain, and it even grew teeth like Pei Xuance.

The Yellow Wind Demon King tapped his withered fingers twice on the stone table, feeling somewhat troubled.

It was unwilling to easily seek help from Lotus Flower Temple.

He is the master of Yellow Wind Mountain, and the only one who can be trusted in Qingzhou. If Master Xuanzhen has to intervene in everything, I will inevitably be seen as unreliable in his eyes.

But right now... life has just begun to return, and there hasn't been enough time for it to recover.

Pei Xuance was blocked at the Yellow Wind Mountain, while the newly emerged Demon Suppression General was still taking down its Demon King one by one on the outskirts. The death of Lady Musk had brought trouble to the Hundred-Thousand Demon Mountains.

If this drags on any longer, Yellow Wind Mountain's remaining wealth will only be eroded bit by bit.

"Pass down the order."

It finally stood up, its withered body casting a long shadow in the darkness.

"I will be away for a few days. The remaining Demon King shall temporarily withdraw from Qingzhou and shall not provoke any conflict."

"Yes!"

The demon soldier who delivered the order withdrew.

The Yellow Wind Demon King stepped out of its cave, yellow demonic mist swirling around it.

Outside the cave, Black Rock, dressed in a gray robe, was already waiting.

"Lead the way."

"We're going to Lotus Flower Temple."

Black Rock lowered his head in agreement, his scale-covered head drooping slightly as he took out a palm-sized golden kite from his robes.

When infused with demonic Yao Qi, it swelled in the wind, large enough for two people to ride together.

After the two stood on it together, the kite instantly rose into the sky, turning into a golden light that vanished in an instant.

Several days later.

Cuiyun Circuit, Cloud Province.

Nestled among mountains, an ancient temple is built against the mountainside.

Layer upon layer of palaces rise straight up the mountain, the vermilion mountain gate stands majestically, and the golden-roofed Buddhist temple appears and disappears in the clouds and mist.

Ancient cypress trees tower outside the temple, and the stone path meanders. Groups of pilgrims surge up the stone steps, their voices, the sound of bells, and the scent of incense blending together.

The Yellow Wind Demon King stood in the forest at the foot of the mountain, looking up with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

"You stay here and wait for me."

Black Rock lowered its head and retreated into the shadows of the forest.

With a flick of his Yellow Wind Demon King Demon Power, the withered old man's figure shrank.

A gust of yellow wind swept by, and a bald, yellow-haired weasel landed on a blade of grass, shaking its fur.

It was only the size of a palm, with a sparse, shiny patch of fur on top, and its skin was dry and withered, giving it an old appearance.

I slipped along the edge of the woods to the stone steps and mingled at the feet of a group of pilgrims.

"Thump--!"

The sound of bells echoed from the mountain, deep and resonant, one tone after another, pressing down on the clamor of the entire mountain.

The pilgrims clasped their hands together, looked up, and surged into the mountain gate.

The ground was covered with a forest of legs, and the soles of the pilgrims' shoes stepped over the threshold, raising clouds of dust.

The bald weasel, meanwhile, darted close to the ankles of the crowd, slipping through the gaps in the people and passing through the mountain gate.

Once inside, it didn't dare to straighten up.

This temple is full of hidden masters and powerful monks. The monks' eyes are sharper than eagles. If even a wisp of its demonic Yao Qi is leaked out, it will be dragged out by the scruff of its neck in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

It completely concealed its Yao Qi, transforming itself into an ordinary old weasel, simply seeking incense offerings.

Following my memories of previous visits, I secretly turned onto the most familiar road.

Along the way, it avoided all kinds of grand halls and temples.

The halo emanating from the golden Buddha statue inside is unmistakable; a faint golden glow flows down from the Buddha's body, enough to illuminate a small area.

If it were to fall on Demon like it, it would be like molten lava, likely instantly revealing its true form.

A visiting monk walked past, and the yellow-haired weasel shrank into a crevice in the rock. Only after the monk's shoes had passed did it continue on its way.

It bypassed three groups of monks and two groups of cleaning servants before finally reaching its destination.

Pure Mind Chan Monastery.

The courtyard wall is not high, and half-withered vines climb up its clean white surface.

The yellow-haired weasel circled around to the most secluded corner of the courtyard wall and crawled inside through a small drainage hole at the base of the wall.

After landing, I checked around to make sure no one was there.

With a shift of Demon Power, the wind silently swirled, and the yellow-haired weasel's figure grew taller, transforming back into the withered old man.

It straightened its robes, smoothed out the wrinkles, and then raised its hand to smooth out the few tufts of sparse hair on its head.

When you need something from someone, you have to put on a good show first.

Moreover, I owe all my current good fortune to the master sitting in the Zen temple.

It walked to the door and knocked gently.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in."

A few breaths later, a steady voice came from the courtyard.

The Yellow Wind Demon King pushed open the door and entered.

The room was small, with old blue bricks paving the floor, yet not a speck of dust could be seen.

The gaunt old monk sat alone on the old futon in the center.

A ray of sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating half of his body. His gray monk's robe had faded from washing, and his eyes were downcast.

The faint sound of chanting drifted over, and the steady sound of the wooden fish fell between the chanting, instantly calming the Yellow Wind Demon King's agitated heart.

The Yellow Wind Demon King stopped three steps away from him, his face solemn.

It straightened its clothes again, knelt respectfully on both knees, kowtowed, and held its palms above its forehead.

"Disciple Yellow Wind greets Master Xuanzhen."

The old monk in front of him did not speak, but his chanting became a little quieter, Yellow Wind Demon King knew that this meant he was to continue.

"Something has happened in Qingzhou, and I would like to ask Master Xuanzhen to make a trip there."

Xuan Zhen did not immediately agree, but tilted his head slightly and gestured towards the prayer mat opposite him.

"What happened?"

I've updated twice today. I had a headache and didn't sleep well, so I need to take some medicine and rest. I'll update four times tomorrow.