Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 128, Section 127: The Jade Leg Pressing Down on Him

The night faded away with the patter of rain, and dawn was obscured by dark clouds. The small mountain village would not see the sun for the time being, making it seem even colder and more gloomy.

The village's big yellow dog barked twice, then hid under the roof, shaking off the rain.

Lu Changyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

"somebody is coming."

The jade-like legs that were pressing down on Lu Changyuan slowly lifted up, and Qiu Yuehan also opened her eyes.

Finally, her junior sister wasn't around, and she was basking in warmth. Who was the inconsiderate person who disturbed this rare moment of peace?
Once dressed, the fairy exuded a murderous aura.

Boom!

There was urgent knocking on the door.

"Open the door! Doctor Lu, open the door quickly!"

Lu Changyuan nodded to Qiu Yuehan, signaling the fairy to open the door.

Squeak.

When the door opened, to their surprise, a little girl holding a small umbrella stood in the doorway.

She was Bai Wei, much fairer and no longer as thin as the poor girl Lu Changyuan remembered.

But why is Bai Wei here? Xue Yanluo clearly said that Bai Wei was soaked by the rain on the first night and disappeared.

Qiu Yuehan was stunned.

Bai Wei rushed into the house and said urgently, "It's terrible, Doctor Lu! Young Master Brother just fought with the Painting Demon and is now seriously injured. He sent me to find you."

Lu Changyuan's expression remained unchanged: "How did you escape from the heavy rain?"

"It wasn't me who escaped, it was my young master brother. He forcibly entered the rain and rescued me, but he is now seriously injured. Doctor Lu, please go and save my young master brother."

Has the blood-red smoke descended into the rain?
"Doctor Lu, please save my young master!"

Bai Wei was about to step forward and take Lu Changyuan's hand to lead him outside to save Xue Yanluo, but before Bai Wei's hand could touch Lu Changyuan, a sword was placed in front of her.

Lu Changyuan, however, said calmly, "You mean, Xueyanluo, who had been cautious for months, suddenly decided to act recklessly when we arrived, forcibly entering the Rain and rescuing you despite his already badly injured body? And why didn't he tell us before entering the Rain, but instead sent you to tell us after we entered?"

Bai Wei was stunned.

The sword flashed, and with a slicing sound, Bai Wei's hand was severed, but no blood flowed from inside; the cut was smooth and white.

It turned out to be a paper figure.

After being struck by the sword, the paper doll Bai Wei seemed to suddenly deflate and collapsed softly to the ground.

Lu Changyuan said, "It seems that this Painting Demon is much more powerful than the Ink Clan you remember. It may be a skill that was newly learned after being sealed for so many years."

At that time, many ink figures appeared in the paintings of the Hongluan Ancestor. Lu Changyuan guessed that the Hongluan Ancestor was not capable enough to paint people.

But this time he was facing a real painting demon, not some Red Phoenix Ancestor. Besides, the ink bear from yesterday was already so lifelike, so it wasn't surprising that he painted a mannequin today.

Qiu Yuehan stared at the mannequin: "What is she trying to do?"

"They're probably trying to lure me into getting wet in the rain. Once I'm in the rain, I might enter the painting like I did in Miaoyu Palace. Is there someone else?" Lu Changyuan frowned and stood up to look into the distance.

Suddenly, shouts and curses rang out from the pouring rain.

"Amitabha, what kind of damn rain is this?"

Judging from the voice, it sounds like a monk?
With a thud, the soil mixed with rainwater, a monk appeared at the village entrance.

The monk was dressed in a red, tattered patchwork robe. His body was as thin as a gnarled old pine tree, his shoulders and back were hunched as if he were carrying a heavy burden, but his limbs had unusually large joints, and when he walked, they made a sound like bamboo joints rubbing together.

Not only that, he was also holding a skeleton-skin umbrella, which kept him dry.

Because Lu Changyuan's house was right at the village entrance, the first house the monk saw was Lu Changyuan's house. When Lu Changyuan and Qiu Yuehan saw him, the monk naturally also saw Qiu Yuehan and Lu Changyuan.

"Greetings, esteemed benefactors."

The monk flashed his white teeth, revealing a sinister smile.

Monks from the Five Realms?
Lu Changyuan spoke calmly: "May I ask which Buddhist sect you belong to, Master, and what brings you here?"

The monk bowed very politely: "This humble monk eats leg meat, which comes from the Buddhist tradition."

After speaking, the monk who ate legs walked towards the two of them. Lu Changyuan and Qiu Yuehan exchanged a glance and recalled their first meeting.

It was pouring rain when I met a monk from the Yishi Buddhist sect at Cihang Temple, not far from this mountain village.

Now it's happening again.

Qiu Yuehan whispered, in a voice only Lu Changyuan could hear, "Why not just kill them? There's not a single good person in the Buddhist sect."

Lu Changyuan shook his head at the fairy, then said loudly, "Master, is there anything I can help you with?" The leg-eating monk was stunned.

So enthusiastic?

This was the first time I had ever met a cultivator who had heard of the Buddhist sect and offered to help.

Ordinary people would either turn and run away in fear or attack immediately upon hearing the name of the Food Buddha Sect. But this person is different; he even offered to help. Does he not know the great name of the Food Buddha Sect?
The monk who ate the legs said loudly, "It is very kind of you, benefactor. I have come here to find someone."

"Whom does the master wish to seek?"

"He is a very handsome man who likes to dress as a woman. His name is Xueyanluo. I wonder if you have seen him before?"

Are you here to see Xueyanluo?
Lu Changyuan pointed into the distance: "Follow the road, walk all the way to the very end, and he will be in the only house with light."

"In that case, I won't bother you any longer. I'll go find the person now."

Soon, the monk with the legs walked into the rain and headed towards Bai Wei's house.

Qiu Yuehan asked, puzzled, "Why didn't you just let me kill him?"

Lu Changyuan shook his head, then looked at the path the leg-eating monk had taken: "Can you tell if he's a real person or a fake one?"

That's really hard to tell.

The people painted by the Demon Painter are incredibly lifelike; Bai Wei just now was a perfect example. If it weren't for the flaw in her words, it would have been hard to tell the difference.

Qiu Yuehan was direct: "Whether it's true or not, just kill them, right?"

"Let's see what this painting demon is up to. We have to give it a chance to make a move."

Lu Changyuan thought to himself that he should tone it down a bit.

It wouldn't be good if we scared the painting demon away.

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Xueyanluo coughed again.

His health has been deteriorating recently; he has even started to be afraid of wind and water, and his memory is becoming fuzzy.

Because Xue Yanluo clearly remembered that when this strange rain fell, he left the village with Bai Wei. As a genius and the former young master, how could he not see that the rain was strange?

But that seemed like a powerless fantasy; he also remembered seeing Bai Wei disappear into the dark rain with his own eyes.

"They say people are easily confused before they die, and perhaps my days are numbered too."

Xueyanlu smiled dejectedly, perhaps because he wanted to save people so much that he even constructed a false memory of escapism for himself.

Perhaps this is the punishment for severing one's bloodline and cultivating yin and yang.

How exactly can we rescue Bai Wei?

Xueyanluo did have the idea of ​​forcibly entering the rain, but it would be too risky to do it alone. That person named Lu Changyuan seemed to be going too far. Should she go and tell him to observe her condition after entering the rain?

It would be beneficial for him to go out.

With this in mind, Xueyanluo decided to wait until dawn before setting out to find Lu Changyuan.

"Blood Smoke Luo?" A voice suddenly came from somewhere.

Xueyanluo looked up and realized that a monk was standing at the door.

"Eating Buddhist food?"

The monk who ate the legs smiled and nodded: "Amitabha, those two benefactors were indeed not lying to me, you really do live here."

Xueyan Luo frowned. The Blood Demon Palace and the Food Buddha Sect did not have a good relationship. No one had a good relationship with the Food Buddha Sect.

"What do you want from me?"

"The Evil Buddha has given orders that he hopes Young Master Xueyanluo will come with me."

Xueyanlu sneered, "Don't you know that I am no longer the young master of the Blood Demon Palace?"

The monk who ate legs staggered over: "That's not right. Young Master Blood has always been the most valued offspring of the Blood Demon Lord, there's no doubt about that. So the Evil Buddha would like to invite you to be a guest of our sect."

"Why speak so grandly? Does the Evil Buddha also want to interfere in the matter of transforming the dragon bones?"

The monk who ate the legs clasped his hands in approval: "That's exactly right."

Xueyanluo's face was full of disdain: "You seem to have no idea where you've entered."

"Where?"

Before Xueyanluo could speak again, the heavens and earth suddenly shook.

Amidst the heavy rain, countless ink-wash paintings appeared across the mountains and fields.

(End of this chapter)