Fifty miles outside Xunyang Prefecture in northwestern Qingzhou, a tiger demon was causing trouble. It was suspected to be severely injured; proceed at once and slay it!
After receiving the assignment, Situ Qing and the others quickly set off, arriving at this place near Qingzhou's border before nightfall.
But the tiger demon was entrenched within a human village, its demonic aura concealed. They had no idea where it was hiding and found themselves at a loss.
Fortunately, the villagers in this village had been coerced by the tiger demon and were also luring passing travelers into the village so the tiger demon could feed.
So they played along, disguised themselves, and entered the village, intending to wait quietly for the tiger demon to appear.
Although a young man had interrupted things midway, he had at least had some sense and fled as soon as he noticed something was wrong.
That meant they would not have to divide their attention to protect this young martial artist.
Once the banquet ended, the villagers finally revealed their true colors, their dagger exposed when the map ran out.
But they had taken Detoxification Pills beforehand, and the wine, meat, and dishes had no effect on them at all.
Just at this critical moment, as they were about to make their move!
"Amitabha! Mountain Lord, this humble monk has come to demand your life!"
The sharp cry boomed like thunder.
It interrupted the eruption that had been about to send them flipping the table.
Everyone followed the sound and saw a gaunt old monk in plain, shabby robes walking toward them step by step.
When the surrounding villagers saw him, their pupils instantly contracted. They took a step back, their faces filled with disbelief.
"You monk, weren't you already—"
The old village chief trembled as