All the evil beasts in the world, I feed on demons and monsters

Chapter 369 Rain Monk
Ji Ran didn't have the time to establish a new religious organization. In ancient society, news traveled slowly; if they really wanted to spread their message, who knows how long it would take.

But the Way of Peace, a long-established religious sect, is a ready-made option. Including Chen Qingyan's identity—using his identity would definitely attract those who know of Chen Qingyan's death.

The celestial phantom, the Dragon Gate of Heaven and Earth, the Ghost Golden Sheep, the Heavenly Dao... each one foreshadows the extraordinary nature behind this world.

Before Yingzhou, he might have held these things in awe. But now, on Yingzhou Immortal Island, he had even killed one of the Star Lord Yinghuo, and even if he had borrowed some power, he had still genuinely killed a third-tier being.

He even fought against a Spirit Realm Venerable who held the fourth-tier fruition.

With his supernatural powers and immortal skills at his disposal, Ji Ran's vision and spirit are now vastly different from before. Returning to the Southern Han world is like a bird soaring into the blue sky, a fish returning to the vast ocean!

The emotional impulses brought about by his profession stirred up his spiritual energy and spirit!

At the same time, Ji Ran also noticed the problems in the real world.

Any traveler, whose profession is rooted in their emotions, will inevitably be affected by their mindset. However, this is not so obvious in reality, just as in real life, the emotions of professionals are often suppressed.

Ji Ran understood that secrets still existed in the real world.

now.

Ji Ran watched as Yuan San staggered onto the official road in the firelight. From the bushes ahead, several people timidly emerged. Each of them was emaciated and pale, and some had obvious disabilities.

"grown ups."

Yuan San explained, "These are all butchers from our village."

The butcher?
Ji Ran's brow twitched slightly, and he nodded. Yuan San went up to talk to the group, then returned a moment later, saying, "Sir, may Uncle Li and the others collect some purple meat?"

Amidst the flames burning behind them, a small portion of the remains near the official road were still wriggling, untouched by the firelight.

"can."

"Thank you, sir!"

Upon receiving Ji Ran's permission, the men's faces lit up with ecstasy. They immediately ran over, grabbed short knives and axes, and cut up some scraps of meat on the ground. Carefully avoiding the purple blood, they piled the pieces of meat onto the glutinous rice.

A moment later, the group led the way north.

After walking for about half an hour, the moonlight in the sky dimmed. The men looked up in alarm and saw a dark cloud slowly drifting over, obscuring the clear moonlight.

"It's Zi Yu!"

"Hurry, hurry, let's go up the mountain!"

……

The group's faces suddenly turned to terror, and they were about to run up the mountain, but they stopped in their tracks because Ji Ran had not yet made a move.

Yuan San immediately looked at Ji Ran and said, "My lord, it's Zi Yu!"

"This rainwater is tainted with the Dragon Plague. Even the most renowned Taoist masters don't want to get involved. Let's go hide in the mountains for now!"

"it is good."

Ji Ran responded and got down, and then the group ran towards the small hill not far away.

The group reached a higher vantage point, and someone immediately pulled a huge cowhide from their backpack and unfolded it. The hide was stitched together from multiple cows, and even had a layer of scales sewn onto its surface. It looked like the hide of a yaksha (demon).

At that moment, the five men skillfully hung the cowhide on the surrounding trees and tied it with thick hemp ropes.

After checking everything, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why not go into the temple on the mountain?"

Ji Ran raised his chin and looked up at the top of the low mountain—a spire was visible beneath the cover of the black forest.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the group changed again.

"You can't go into the temple."

Yuan San's face turned pale as he explained, "Now, because of the purple rain, any place that can be used to take shelter from the rain must have been occupied."

“And these temples in the wilderness are not places that ordinary people can occupy. Ordinary people cannot survive a day in such places.”

"Inside, either it's the Buddha who didn't escape before, or it's hiding mountain spirits and monsters."

"Of course, the most likely explanation is that it has been infiltrated by a purple-blooded monster, and the temple has become a man-eating 'living thing'."

Ji Ran nodded; the purple rain must be related to the ghost golden sheep.

"What are these for?"

Ji Ran pointed to the pile of purple meat on the ground. The others looked at each other in confusion, but Yuan San explained, "Sir, this is the monster's meat."

“The imperial court collects a poll tax every month, which must be settled in purple meat according to the population.”

"What is the use?"

"This……"

Yuan San was taken aback, then smiled wryly and said, "I don't know about that. In short, if there's no tax, they'll just arrest people to make up for it."

Ji Ran nodded, a hint of doubt in his mind. According to the introduction upon entry, shouldn't the imperial court here have perished? And shouldn't everyone have fled north?

Tick ​​tock!

Suddenly, a raindrop fell and hit the cowhide.

Immediately following was a continuous series of knocking sounds—whoosh! A layer of purple mist rose from the entire mountain forest.

Yuan San and the others immediately covered their mouths and noses with burlap and cowhide.

The drizzle wasn't heavy, but it wasn't light either, pattering loudly on the cowhide. Ji Ran reached out and caught some in his palm.

He examined it closely and saw that the rainwater had a faint purple hue, not the deep purple of purple flesh, but a transparent purple like amethyst.

Yuan San and his group huddled in the center of the cowhide, staring dumbfounded at Ji Ran's actions. They knew that even those Daoist masters wouldn't dare touch Zi Yu!
This feeling... is very familiar.

Ji Ran sensed an energy within the purple rain, and his eyes suddenly trembled!
It's Zhang Hanyu!

When Zhang Han released the Apostle's spiritual power, he felt the same way he did!

Chen Ke, Dragon Plague… Although he couldn't understand it, Ji Ran knew that the purple rain at this moment was a kind of power similar to a plague. It would enhance the power of living beings, but ordinary beings could not control this power and would only turn into so-called purple-blooded monsters.

In essence, it is the same as a consumptive ghost.

Ji Ran's heart stirred slightly. He looked at Yuan San's faint phantom in the shrine and sent a wisp of Ghost Golden Sheep's primordial spirit to Yuan San through the connection of the incense.

"Ok?"

Yuan San, standing beside him, let out a soft exclamation and looked up at himself. His gray fur twitched as he looked at it.

"how?"

"I think I can... control them."

Ji Ran felt reassured, realizing that the plague from Gui Jin Yang could be stabilized by Gui Jin Yang's primordial spirit.

Ji Ran was about to speak when she remembered her current identity.

So, in full view of everyone, he conjured a porcelain cup out of thin air, then took out a piece of white paper, wrote a few words on it with a red pen, and a wisp of fire burned it to ashes, which fell to the bottom of the bowl.

Ji Ran directly collected some purple rain, mixed with paper ash.

He looked at the young man who had witnessed him slaughtering demons and who trusted him the most, and offered him a cup.

"Yuan San".

"grown ups?"

"Do you want to join the Way of Peace?"

Ji Ran gazed at him calmly and said, "Those who enter my Taiping Dao will not be tainted by the Dragon Plague."

"I'm converting!"

Gulu——!
Yuan San looked at the poisonous purple rain in the porcelain bowl, but his gaze was firm. Without the slightest hesitation, he picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp!

From the moment Ji Ran fed him the Soul Flower, stabilizing his life, the boy completely believed he was one of those Taoist immortals.

Let alone Zi Yu, even if he ate purple meat, there wouldn't be any problem!
Ji Ran saw that his incense-burning phantom had become even more solid.

Nodding in satisfaction, Ji Ran gestured for Yuan San to sit down and said, "Control the power within your body to repair and restore your body."

Yuan San nodded, closed his eyes, and sat down on the ground. To the astonishment of the others, Yuan San's previously festering, hair-covered wound rapidly shed its hair and healed completely.

His body gradually became stronger, and he was no longer as thin as before!

Ji Ran was not surprised at all. Coming from the level of Ghost Golden Sheep, even the weakest Dragon Plague was enough to restore an ordinary person to the strength of a strong man.

But he had one question.

If the Purple Rain Dragon Plague was created by the Ghost Golden Sheep after it killed its own divided soul, then what was its purpose?
"this!"

At this moment, Yuan San stood up, looked at his own appearance, and was excited.

"grown ups!"

Suddenly, he kowtowed and said, "Sir, can my sister join the Way of Peace in the same way?"

"can."

"Thank you, sir!"

Yuan San was thrilled and couldn't wait to get back to the village!

boom!
Boom! !
Suddenly, the remaining four people, led by the man surnamed Li, also knelt down!

The leading man shrugged his thin shoulders, prostrated himself on the ground, and said, "Great Master, we request to join your sect!"

Upon hearing this title, Ji Ran raised an eyebrow, looked at the man, and asked, "Do you know about the Way of Peace?"

"Of course I know! I even guided the Yellow Turban soldiers and the rebel army before!"

"Great Master" is the title for the highest leader of the Way of Peace. It's unclear whether this man was using it as a deliberate act of respect or simply unaware of its significance.

But Ji Ran readily accepted.

At this moment, he understood what he had to do. He would rise again here, re-establish the Yellow Turban Rebellion, sweep across the south, and march north to submit to the Tang Dynasty!

He gained incense offerings and his primordial spirit advanced. At the same time, he could also be considered to have saved the people struggling in the southern land.

My previously chaotic thoughts have now become clear!

Ji Ran also gave the remaining four people four cups of paper ash, connecting the primordial spirit of the Ghost Golden Sheep to the four extremely blurry incense stick figures.

"Esteemed benefactors..."

Suddenly, a sharp, high-pitched voice came from the path on the mountain behind.

A large, bloated figure, draped in a loose monk's robe, stood in the midst of a rain of purple dust, holding a string of prayer beads.

"The heavy rain is relentless, why not come to my mountain temple to rest for a while?"

brush-

Ji Ran simply put away the enormous cowhide and handed it to the man surnamed Li. The five men, soaked in the purple rain, felt incredibly energetic and full of strength!
Ji Ran straightened the shrine, walked towards the mountain path, and looked at the monk with unusually large eyes: "That's exactly what I was thinking."

The group consisted of six people. The leader carried a shrine on his back, with clusters of pale blue flowers swaying around him, making him appear extraordinary. The five behind him were all human-like, yet they stood in the purple rain, showing no signs of melting or mutation.

"..."

The monk was silent for a moment, then burst into a shrill laugh: "Hahaha!"

"This humble monk has misremembered today."

"The temple hasn't prepared a vegetarian meal; going there would be an insult to our distinguished guests. Another day, another day!"

After saying this, the monk turned to leave, but the next moment, he felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his shoulders, his eyes were bloodshot, his knees trembled, and he was about to kneel down!
"It doesn't matter."

Ji Ran simply gave the monk a push and said calmly, "Lead the way."

(End of this chapter)