Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Mirror God, Master of Fear

Chapter 94 Ancient Wisdom
"Old man, does the so-called inheritance of Zhou Lan really exist? You haven't been tricked by them, have you?"

Under the moonlight in a bamboo forest, the little demon dragon impatiently burned a dry bamboo stick in his hand to ashes.

They have been in the Dragon Kingdom for a long time. Although they have found almost all the materials that the Holy Lord needs, they still can't find the inheritance of Zhou Lan.

The little demon dragon is very agitated now, as this country used to be their territory.

At that time, Shendu fought with other demon wizards all day long. Eleven animals, the Mirror God, cat people, and various other beings fought against Shendu to a standstill.

The actual ruler of this kingdom is none other than the demon dragon.

It was the demon dragon who brought prosperity to the empire, allowing these mortals to live in peace, and it was he who greatly increased the human population.

But now that he's been resurrected, he has to hide everywhere, and those damned ants still dare to stare at him when they enter the city.

This is simply unforgivable. A thousand years ago, people would have turned into charred corpses just by watching the crown prince.

At that moment, shadows surged, and one by one, the ninjas returned.

The Holy Lord opened his eyes again: "Zhou Lan, did you hear that? My patience is about to run out."

He tilted his head slightly. To his left, a ninja soldier held a mirror, in which the image of hell was reflected.

The little demon dragon silently looked in the mirror. At first, he was indeed shocked by the demons in hell, but after the shock, he still looked down on these old guys.

After all, what is there to fear about a group of losers locked in hell, trash from ancient times?

The world will always belong to the young, and he, a demon less than two thousand years old, is the new successor.

"What's the rush, Shen Du? Hey cool nephew, long time no see."

Before Zhou Lan could speak, a large bat flew over and landed on the rock next to her, happily greeting the outside world.

The little demon dragon glanced at Ximu, scoffed, crossed its arms, and looked to the other side.

The thing that Little Dragon despised most was this Uncle Eight.

With his shifty eyes and sneaky appearance, he doesn't look like a devil at all.

The Holy Lord looked at Ximu and calmly asked, "What insights do you have?"

"I think you can use the power of the human race itself. How long can you find it on your own?"

Ximu looked around: "Where are your three human subordinates?"

"What do you mean?" The Holy Lord frowned, deep in thought, as if he had thought of something.

"It's just about spending money to collect information. Like I said, you don't want human currency, so the humans themselves can collect this information much faster than you can."

Xi Mu hid a hint of emotion in his eyes and said with a smile, "Besides, I think there's no hope this year. Things have been developing too fast lately."

"Fast? What fast? If you're planning to lie to this old man, then I think you can shut up." The little demon dragon replied impatiently.

Xi Mu wasn't angry at all. He glanced at Zhou Lan and saw that he had nothing to say.

He began, “In the past year, you, Bogang, and Basha have all been revived. Counting other monsters, big and small, there has never been a time of peace in the world. In the near future, before the New Year’s bells ring, magic may be suppressed.”

The demon dragon frowned, about to say something, when the Holy Lord spoke first: "Vidis told you? How did he know?"

The little demon dragon glanced at his old man, staring at the Holy Lord with an expression that said, "Old man, you're about to be scammed." After a while, seeing that the old man ignored him, he turned around and spewed a burst of flame into the bamboo forest.

Boom~
A raging fire suddenly rose up, crackling and popping as it burned the bamboo.

Just as the fire was about to spread, he inhaled, swallowing the much larger flames, and then turned and sprayed them into another bamboo grove.

Ximu pondered for a moment and said, "This can be deduced."

"Ahhhhh... Ancient wisdom, get out of here when the wind blows!"

"Ok?"

The little demon dragon looked at a short, bald man with two runes drawn on his body, and quickly moved away in fear.

He became interested and immediately gave chase.

The Holy Lord glanced at him and ignored him, continuing to look at Ximu: "Ignore him, you continue."

Ximu breathed a sigh of relief: "This year was originally your turn to live, but because of Lope, you were revived ahead of schedule. And in your year of disaster, one demon after another was revived. Logically speaking, you should have reacted by now."

The Holy Lord remained silent for a long time before asking, "What's your reaction?"

"Didn't you feel something teetering on the brink of collapse?" Ximu asked tentatively, "Like... a position?"

A murderous intent flashed in the Holy Lord's crimson eyes; this was something he was unwilling to mention.

I never imagined that these demons in hell could think of this.

That makes sense, though, as the Winged Race is synonymous with cunning.

At this moment, Zhou Lan finally opened his eyes. His hair, which had been fluttering in the wind, gradually stopped dancing. He looked at the Holy Lord and calmly said, "You're wrong."

"Ok?"

The Holy Lord snapped out of his daze and looked at Zhou Lan: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Lan looked behind the Holy Lord: "It seems that the magic power now cannot be suppressed."

Touch~
A bald man was thrown to the ground, writhing in pain, until his gaze fell upon the crimson eyes of Hell and the Holy Lord.

He trembled, immediately stood up, straightened his monk's robe, then gently tossed aside the hem of his robe, knelt down, placed his hands beside his head, and shouted loudly:
"Ancient wisdom says that powerful demons will accept those who submit to them, right?"

"Old man, he seems to know a little about what you're looking for."

The little demon dragon appeared, glanced in the direction of hell, crossed its arms, and looked in the other direction.

The Holy Lord was taken aback: "Do you know about the altar?" As if he had been asked by the demon dragon beforehand, Kong Rui answered naturally: "Ancient wisdom, the Lotus Temple will descend into reality from an unknown dimension on the night of every full moon."

The Holy Lord's expression relaxed slightly. He turned to look at Hell, intending to tease Ximu, but Ximu had vanished without a trace.

He looked at Zhou Lan and asked, "Is the place you're talking about Lotus Temple?"

Zhou Lan stared at the human kneeling on the ground, motionless, and silently replied, "According to the time calculation, the altar only appears during the full moon."

The Holy Lord showed a rare hint of joy: "Do you have a way to enter ahead of time?"

It's November 18th now. The full moon happened three days ago. We'll have to wait another month for the next full moon, and he doesn't have that much time.

There was no emotion in Zhou Lan's eyes: "No."

The Holy Lord felt a slight disappointment. He looked up and saw that the moon in the sky was missing a corner, meaning he would have to go through the cycle of waxing and waning again before another full moon night could arrive.
He waved his hand.

The shadowy soldier holding the mirror blended into the shadows. He suppressed his disappointment and looked at Kong Rui: "Tell me everything you know."
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"Uncle Long, I'm on vacation."

San Francisco, Dad’s Antiques Store.

Xiaoyu, somewhat downcast, put her schoolbag on the sofa and muttered something.

"Okay, then you can play by yourself for a while."

Jackie Chan stood in a horse stance, with many lead weights strapped to his body and a basin of water on his head. Drops of sweat gathered from his forehead and dripped down his chin.

As he spoke, the water above his head swayed slightly, but he managed to keep his balance.

Xiaoyu looked up, hesitated, but finally just sighed and lay down on the sofa: "I understand."

Just then, the old man passed by and casually tossed a clove of garlic into the basin on Jackie Chan's head.

Touch~
A flash of green light appeared, and Jackie Chan suddenly felt a powerful force approaching.

"Ok!"

He groaned, held on for three seconds, then suddenly collapsed, the water on his head instantly soaking his clothes.

"Huff, huff, Dad, this weight increase is too sudden!"

"All body-strengthening techniques are like this. If you want to achieve extraordinary physical cultivation, you have to constantly temper your muscles, bones, and skin. This is just the beginning. Take a half-hour break and continue."

"I know, Dad."

"Hey~ Tru, what are you doing? Didn't Dad tell you that garlic and chili peppers enhance magic? You added garlic and then chili peppers? Are you trying to blow up the antique shop?"

"Um, I'm sorry, sir, but the book you gave me says that this magic does indeed require these two."

"Hey~ You dare talk back? Do you listen to your father or this book?"

"I'm sorry, sir, I'll do as you say."

"Again!"

"Yes, sir."

Jackie Chan lay on the ground, feeling the weight and dampness all over his body. He tried to get up, but he couldn't move an inch because of the lead weights on his body.

He breathed a sigh of relief, watching his father scold Tru, a hint of warmth appearing in his eyes.

Three days ago, he suddenly had a lot more work, and during the time he was in charge of museum security, the museum was robbed.

He caught the thief, a woman whose ability to become invisible, speed, explosiveness, and strength were all beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Although he reclaimed the Pink Lion Gem during his tenure.

However, the gem was stolen a day after he left.

At that time, Jackie Chan thought that if he had the power to catch the thief instead of only being able to barely retrieve the jewel, perhaps there would have been no further incident.

So after handling the more urgent requests, he promptly went to his father and expressed his desire to learn magic.

But his father said he wasn't suited to learning magic, and before he could lose heart, he made him prepare himself and decisively began today's grueling training.

The lead weights on his body didn't look very big, but their total weight must have exceeded seventy kilograms.

It's equivalent to doubling my weight.
Jackie Chan felt that he had never experienced such high-intensity training in his life, but the trembling after his muscles were exhausted made him feel somewhat comfortable.

I rested for about five minutes.

Jackie Chan always seemed to be missing something.

He controlled his head, the only part of his body that could move, and turned it slightly.

Suddenly, I saw a girl lying on the sofa, looking at me listlessly, with the remote control right next to her but no anime playing.

Jackie Chan was slightly startled, thinking he was ill. He tried to get up, but his muscles kept twitching, and he couldn't get up.

He could only manage a forced, amiable smile: "What's wrong, Xiaoyu? This isn't like you. What happened? Shouldn't you be excited about the holidays?"

Xiaoyu sighed, "Uncle Long, my time is up."

Jackie Chan was taken aback: "Huh? What time?"

Xiaoyu rested her chin on her hand and asked with a hint of disappointment, "My parents only let me stay here for a year, but now that it's vacation time, they might ask me to go back at any time."

Jackie Chan was stunned.

"Uncle Long, I'm leaving now. You must be happy, right? That way, no one will cause you any trouble."

(End of this chapter)