Black Snake felt that things had become lively after the flood. In the past, several years could go by without so many supernatural beings appearing.
Not all of them were stopped, of course.
Over the past two days, a clear-eyed fox had been allowed up the mountain, along with several weasels carrying little bundles in their mouths.
Whether they could enter the monastery's Mountain Gate was their own affair. They could find a corner of the mountain to settle in, too.
Black Snake had always been rather fond of foxes and weasels.
The way those weasels stood upright and bowed with their forepaws clasped was particularly amusing.
Two cultivators in Yin Spirit form had also been let through. Having no physical bodies was no problem. As long as they carried neither an evil aura nor bloody killing intent, they would not be stopped. What they intended or whether they ultimately stayed or left was likewise no concern.
After nightfall, Black Snake sat on the stump as usual, studying those self-taught cultivation methods.
Suddenly, within that special field of perception, a white mass appeared in the distance, drifting toward the mountain path.
It was the Yin Spirit of a demon cultivator without a body, and it smelled free of evil aura and killing intent.
After waiting a while, Black Snake looked up.
This fellow moved so slowly.
When the white light faded and revealed his true form, he turned out to be a white crane.
The white crane landed and transformed into a man, then took a few steps toward Black Snake and politely clasped his hands.
"I am He Bai. Greetings, fellow Daoist."
His voice was clear and pleasing, much nicer than Black Snake's own rasp.
Only then did Black Snake get a good look at this Yin Spirit. He