Food gives me an entry, I will be invincible if I stay alive

Chapter 215 In a flash, an unexpected turn of events occurred.

Wei Yuan was carried on the back of two villagers, passing through Wanshi Peak and walking along several winding paths.

The surrounding scenery became increasingly desolate, with sparse vegetation. The dry sunlight shone down from the sky, making the breathing of the two villagers sound even heavier as they walked.

Looking back at Pufeng Mountain, the once lush and verdant locust forests on the mountain have long since been burned to ashes.

The mountain is bare, and from a distance it looks like a lonely stone statue.

The two villagers walked and talked, their tone filled with emotion: "Thank goodness that Pufeng Mountain was burned down, otherwise we wouldn't dare to take this shortcut."

If you take a detour, it can take a day or two to get back into the city after coming out of the mountains.

The fortune teller said it was all thanks to the River God's protection; otherwise, Pufeng Mountain wouldn't have caught fire. We can't go wrong by offering more sacrifices to the River God!

The voice that spoke was still that of a young person.

Wei Yuan climbed over the top of the basket and observed the other person's appearance through the gap in the basket lid.

The one with the youthful voice was a thin, dark-skinned boy, while the one with the rough voice was a short, stocky man.

The more the two talked, the angrier Wei Yuan became.

What "River God protected Pufeng Mountain from fire"? It was clearly Fellow Daoist Chen who destroyed the entire cave of ghosts on Pufeng Mountain!

The evil spirits of Pufeng Mountain have been wiped out, and the road for these villagers to enter the city has become smooth. Instead of thinking about using the road to get rich, they go and abduct other people's children. What kind of bad guys are they?

Wei Yuan secretly made a note of the so-called "River God," and then walked for another half hour.

Listening to their conversation, Wei Yuan learned that the dark-skinned, thin boy was called Shunzhu, and the short, stocky man was called Tieli.

The "Zhu Xianpo" they mentioned was the village's witch doctor, whom everyone called "Xianpo," believing that she had the ability to communicate with gods and spirits.

Zhu Xianpo is very mysterious. In addition to worshipping the River God, she also worships the unborn mother.

Tie Li said, "My wife has been home for five years and hasn't had a baby. After selling that hedgehog, I begged the fortune teller to give me a cup of divine water..."

Shunzhu's tone was somewhat fearful as he said, "But Uncle Tieli, the children born after drinking the divine water... all... all have scales. Are you really going to ask for the divine water?"

Wei Yuan listened intently while secretly memorizing the route.

Its cultivation has greatly increased, reaching the third stage of transformation. Originally, it was full of chivalry and ambition, and decided to do some good deeds.

But as it heard this, it gradually sensed that there might be something unpredictable about this journey.

Wei Yuan immediately shrank back into the basket and reached behind him to rummage through the box of books.

It also had several talismans hidden in its book box, which its teacher had left for it.

Wei Yuan carefully took out two bills, but after thinking about it, he felt a little heartbroken and put one back. In the end, he only took one and hid it close to his clothes.

The baby in the basket was breathing weakly and looked very pitiful.

Wei Yuan squatted down in front of the child, clasped his hands together, opened his pointed mouth, and exhaled a wisp of white, clear air that entered the child's mouth and nose.

With a heart full of kindness, it never imagined that with that exhale, the child sleeping in the basket would suddenly open its eyes.

In the blink of an eye, a sudden change occurred.

The seemingly weak child opened his mouth and inhaled, and the clear air in Wei Yuan's mouth immediately poured into the child's mouth like a flood.

Wei Yuan was actually using his own demonic essence to heal the other party. This wisp of essence contained powerful vitality, and if he spat out a little of it, it could save a dying and weak mortal.

After that, Wei Yuan was able to gradually cultivate back this source through his own practice.

However, if a large amount of his essence were lost in a short period of time, Wei Yuan, even as a demon, would certainly not be able to withstand it.

It will reduce your demonic power and deplete your vital energy, causing damage to your foundation at best, and death on the spot at worst.

All these changes happened too quickly, so quickly that Wei Yuan had no time to react. Even after he did react, it was too late for it to break free.

Wei Yuan was filled with shock and anger, and only managed to utter one word: "You..."

Before the sound even faded, it already felt extremely weak.

Before losing consciousness, Wei Yuan only saw the child in the basket grinning, revealing a sinister smile full of sharp teeth.

Above, a hand lifted the lid of the basket, and a blood-red talisman slammed down, instantly sticking to Wei Yuan's head.

The two voices laughed together.

Tie Li said, "This little demon is indeed very stupid. It actually has a kind heart towards people. Zhu Xianpo said that little demons with kind hearts are more spiritual and fetch a better price."

Shunzhu exclaimed with delight, "Uncle Tieli, doesn't that mean we're rich?"

"It's more than just growing! Look, the Holy Child's arm has actually grown half of itself!"

Shunzhu exclaimed excitedly, "It really happened! This little demon can actually make people grow arms again! That's wonderful! Does that mean my mother's eyes can be cured too?"

"That's hard to say. After all, the Holy Child is not one of us mortals. He can grow arms, but we might not... Ouch!"

Before he could finish speaking, Tie Li suddenly cried out in pain.

Suddenly, the one-armed saint in the basket tilted his head back, and his neck stretched out like a snake's neck, bursting out of the basket and biting the iron plow's left wrist.

Iron Plow cried out in horror and pain, yet dared not struggle.

He could only let the child's sharp teeth pierce his flesh and blood. After about several dozen breaths, the child had drunk his fill of blood.

He grinned, revealing his sharp teeth, and licked his lips contentedly. He then pulled his head back into the basket and closed his eyes again.

After closing his eyes and shutting his mouth, he returned to his previous quiet demeanor, just like a lovely and ordinary child.

Who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary, even pitiful child was actually such a terrifying thing?
Tie Li's face was deathly pale, his lips were as thin as paper, and he was covered in cold sweat.

He suddenly put the basket down on the ground, knelt down, and said in a trembling, pious tone:

"We thank the Holy Child for removing the burdens, cleaning the filth, stopping the bleeding and curing the disease for us. May the Holy Child rest in peace."

After saying that, he knelt down and kowtowed.

Looking at his wrist again, which was originally covered in several bite holes and looked bloody, it was now healing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is probably what he meant by "stopping bleeding and curing disease".

Although the wound on her wrist had healed, the weakness caused by the massive blood loss had not disappeared.

After kowtowing, Tie Li staggered to his feet.

The child in the basket had his eyes closed and was breathing silently, just as if he were asleep.

Tie Li looked at Shun Zhu, who knelt down obediently and said, "Uncle Tie Li is too weak to carry the sedan chair for the Holy Child. I, Shun Zhu, humbly request the Holy Child to take another ride."

He kowtowed three times, and seeing that the holy child in the basket was sleeping peacefully without any other reaction, he quickly picked up the basket and carried it on his back.

After successfully hoisting the basket onto their backs, the two villagers both breathed a sigh of relief.

No one noticed that at that moment, a faint light flashed in the arms of the little hedgehog, who was also huddled in the basket and covered by blood-red talisman paper.

More than ten miles away, Chen Xu stepped onto the Wanshi Peak and suddenly felt palpitations and trembling.

He pressed his hand to his chest, and seeing that the spirit pouch at his waist was still intact, he immediately took out the spirit cicada jade garment and wrote down his questions:
"I wish to seek out my fellow Daoist Wei Yuan. Where should I go?"

(End of this chapter)