Start with Xu Xian and quickly master the mythology!

Chapter 125 The Yellow-haired Weasel Spirit Battles the Golden Toad and Encounters Sha Wujing at the Flowing Sand River

Having completed his discussion, Xu Xian returned to Buzhou Mountain and immediately opened the control panel.

[Level: 80]

[Physical Fitness: 99999]

[Mana: 39999]

[Divine Sense: 39999]

【Perception: 15000】

[Luck: 15000]

[Cultivation Technique: Grand Celestial Immortal Technique (Colorful)]

[Supernatural Powers: Law of Heaven and Earth (Colorful), Great Incarnation Universal Divine Law (Colorful), Transformation Technique (Red), Jade Terrace Golden Cloud (Red), Thirty-Six Heavenly Divine Laws (Colorful), Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Laws (Red) ————]

[Treasures: Lotus Lantern (Colorful), Primordial Chaos Taiyi Sword (Colorful) ————]

[Path Fruit: 10]

[Small Wish: 145]

[Grand Vision: 1]

Xu Xian looked at the panel in front of him, whose attributes had greatly increased, and his smile grew even wider.

One discussion on the Dao resulted in the acquisition of nine Dao fruits and the bestowal of nearly a hundred small aspirations.

Even the progress of the grand vision has slowed down slightly.

He discussed the Dao with Zhen Yuanzi and comprehended the origin of the Dao, helping the ancestor of the Earth Immortals to break through his mental barriers.

It also enabled countless immortals and gods of lower and middle ranks to break through their realms. This merit and vow were naturally achieved.

Withdrawing his gaze, Xu Xian raised his eyes to look at the yellow-haired weasel spirit standing respectfully below the steps.

The sable spirit at this moment had long lost the arrogance and haughtiness it had shown on Yellow Wind Ridge.

His blond hair was neatly combed, his hands hung at his sides, and he looked meek and obedient, like a disciple being trained.

Xu Xian spoke softly: "Regarding the matter at Huangfeng Ridge, although you were suspected of causing trouble, you also followed my wishes and facilitated this discussion on cause and effect, which is not bad."

The ferret spirit quickly bowed and said, "It is all thanks to Master's excellent guidance; this disciple dares not take credit."

Xu Xian smiled slightly and looked towards the direction of Dongsheng Shenzhou: "I once made a great vow at Black Wind Ten Thousand Blade Mountain to eliminate demons and evil spirits, protect the territory and its people, accumulate merits, and perfect my Dao heart."

"Now that one wish has been fulfilled, a new one is about to be made. I wish to travel to the Eastern Continent of Victory once more. Would you be willing to accompany me?"

The ferret spirit's eyes lit up.

While Xu Xian was discussing the Dao with Zhenyuan Daxian, the yellow-haired weasel spirit had already wandered around Buzhou Mountain.

He had naturally heard about the bear monster.

This wild bear is in a similar position to him; both are creatures that Xu Xian has guided, and they share a master-disciple relationship with Xu Xian.

At this time, the bear-like monster occupied a feng shui treasure land and enjoyed the offerings of incense from the mortal world.

He has now been recorded in the Investiture of the Gods and has become the god of this mountain.

More importantly, with Mount Buzhou as its backdrop, the bear monster's status as a mountain god far surpasses that of ordinary minor gods.

The future looks very bright.

Therefore, upon hearing Xu Xian's words, the yellow-haired weasel spirit knew that her opportunity had arrived.

He immediately knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "This disciple is willing to follow Master to the side, even through fire and water, without hesitation!"

"it is good."

"This journey is not about fighting or vying for supremacy, but about accumulating merit, bringing peace to the region, purifying the mountain, and saving a demon."

"You were once a demon, but later returned to good. You understand the demon's heart best and are most capable of persuading demons to do good. You will be of great use on this trip."

Having said that, Xu Xian didn't linger any longer.

The Lotus Lantern hung overhead, casting a soft golden light to protect the body, while the Primordial Taiyi Sword remained hidden in the void, its sharpness concealed.

With a light tap of his toes, golden clouds rose from beneath his feet, their warmth and Taoist essence blending seamlessly.

"Come with me."

"Yes, Master!"

The yellow-haired weasel spirit quickly followed, transforming into a yellow gust of wind, closely trailing Xu Xian's cloud-like light.

Two figures soared through the heavens, heading deep into the Eastern Divine Continent.

In less than half an hour, a vast, boundless mountain range appeared ahead.

This mountain is not as steep and precipitous as Black Wind Ten Thousand Blades Mountain, but it is shrouded in poisonous fog and miasma all year round.

The sky was a hazy, yellowish yellow, and the grass and trees were all a dark purple color.

Even birds dare not fly over it easily; within a hundred miles of the foot of the mountain, it is desolate and lifeless.

It was the Wanling Mountain, rife with poisonous miasma.

At the foot of the mountain, several dilapidated villages remain, with collapsed houses, barren fields, and decaying bones and dried black blood still visible in the corners of the walls.

It was clearly struck by a demon, and the people died, fled, and were utterly miserable.

Xu Xian stood on the cloud, and with a sweep of his divine sense, he took in all the details of the mountain.

A demon dwells in this mountain; its true form is a thousand-year-old red-eyed golden toad.

The golden toad cultivates supernatural powers of poison, spewing forth the soul-corroding miasma of the Nine Netherworlds from its mouth, and causing countless poisonous wounds to grow on its skin.

He was cruel and bloodthirsty.

They not only devoured passersby, but also slaughtered all the villagers at the foot of the mountain, turning the land into a living hell.

Even worse, the Golden Toad Demon occupied the spiritual spring in the mountain, polluting the spring with poison and suppressing the spirit with evil.

This caused the earth's energy to become disordered, and the vegetation to wither and die.

It even killed and devoured the local earth gods and mountain spirits; no one dared to interfere, and no immortal dared to question it.

Xu Xian gazed at the devastation below the mountain, his eyes turning slightly cold.

"This demon has committed heinous crimes and has gathered energy to form clouds. If it is not suppressed soon, this place will turn into a deadly wasteland within a hundred years, and countless lives will be lost."

The yellow-haired weasel spirit stood aside, watching with trepidation: "Master, this demon's poisonous arts are domineering, and its resentment is extremely heavy. It is ten times more ferocious than I was back then."

"This disciple is willing to step forward and persuade it to surrender, repent, protect the territory and its people, and atone for its sins!"

Xu Xian remained noncommittal: "It's good that you have this intention."

"But this demon is deeply ingrained in evil, and its sins of killing are too great to be reformed."

"Moreover, I utterly despise the so-called 'lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot' doctrine."

The yellow-haired weasel spirit was taken aback, realizing it had said the wrong thing.

Therefore, he stood to one side, not daring to speak again.

Xu Xian smiled and said, "Of course, we still have to maintain appearances. Why don't you go and try to persuade him?"

After a slight pause, a cold glint flashed in Xu Xian's eyes: "After you persuade him to surrender, I will take action, using the Dao to neutralize the poison and merit to suppress the evil spirits."

"Your disciple obeys!"

The yellow-haired weasel spirit bowed respectfully, then leaped down from the clouds and landed at the mouth of the poisonous Wanling Mountain.

He took a deep breath to suppress his anxiety.

He activated the technique taught to him by Xu Xian, a light yellow wind swirling around him, and shouted loudly towards the mountain: "Mountain Demon Lord, listen up!"

"I am the Yellow-haired Weasel, a disciple of the great immortal Xu Xian of Buzhou Mountain!"

"My master is a supreme immortal, compassionate and compassionate, who has come to this mountain today to show you the right path!"

"You have committed heinous crimes against living beings. If you do not lay down your weapons, turn to the righteous path, and protect the people and the land, you will surely be punished by heaven and earth, and suffer eternal damnation!"

"I was once a demon who caused chaos on Mount Ling. It was only after my master enlightened me that I abandoned evil and turned to good, accumulating merit."

"If you are willing to comply, a great opportunity awaits you!"

The sound rolled on, penetrating through layers of poisonous miasma and heading straight into the demon's lair in the mountains.

A moment later.

"BOOM—!!"

The entire Wanling Mountain, shrouded in poisonous miasma, suddenly trembled.

The earth cracked open, and a blackish-purple poisonous mist surged wildly, sending a pungent, fishy stench soaring into the sky.

From within the mountain cave, a deafening croaking roar echoed, its fierce and brutal tone filled with boundless killing intent: "Where did this cowardly rat come from, daring to speak so arrogantly before this great king!"

"I, the Great King, have cultivated for a thousand years, and am the undisputed ruler of this region with my poisonous arts. Even celestial beings descending to earth would not dare to provoke me!"

"If you don't want to die, get down this mountain right now, or I, the Great King, will turn you into a pool of pus and blood!"

The roar hadn't even faded.

A giant toad demon leaped out of the cave and landed on the mountainside.

Upon closer inspection, this demon was several feet tall, entirely crimson, with golden stripes on its back and eyes like blood lamps, staring fiercely at the yellow-haired weasel spirit.

Its body was surrounded by swirling poisonous mist, and wherever it passed, rocks corroded and vegetation withered, its ferocity overwhelming.

The yellow-haired weasel's heart tightened, but it still stood tall and said loudly, "My master's power is boundless and his compassion immeasurable, beyond your imagination!"

"I advise you to obediently surrender and come with me to see the Great Immortal, to protect the people of this land and cleanse your sins. Otherwise, if the Great Immortal becomes angry, you won't even have a chance to regret it!"

The red-eyed golden toad demon flew into a rage, roaring fiercely, "You little mouse demon, how dare you lecture me! Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish!"

Having said that, it suddenly puffed out its body and opened its mouth to spew out—

The pitch-black Nine Nether Soul-Eating Mist erupted suddenly, sweeping towards the yellow-haired weasel spirit like a tsunami!

Wherever the miasma passed, even the air hissed and corroded, its power terrifying beyond measure.

The yellow-haired weasel spirit's expression changed, and it quickly activated its Samadhi Divine Wind to defend itself.

Although the Samadhi Divine Wind dispersed the poisonous miasma, it was still slightly tainted by the poisonous fog.

The yellow-haired weasel spirit dared not touch the poisonous fog, retreating repeatedly, its face turning pale.

Above the clouds.

Xu Xian watched this scene quietly, his expression calm and undisturbed.

He didn't act immediately, but instead wanted the weasel spirit to experience the training firsthand.

Furthermore, we must make that golden toad demon reveal all its ferocity and sins.

The cause and effect are clear and unambiguous.

Only by punishing evil can good be promoted; only by suppressing malevolent forces can the people be at peace.

This journey to the Poisonous Mountain was not only a step towards fulfilling Xu Xian's grand ambition, but also another stroke of good fortune for him to guide demons to enlightenment and accumulate merit.

Below, toxic fog billowed and roared incessantly.

A glint flashed in Xu Xian's eyes, and he spoke softly.

"If you are truly so stubborn, then so be it—today, I will use my own methods to cleanse you of your poison, bring peace to the people of this mountain, and establish the god of this mountain."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Lotus Lantern suddenly shone brightly.

A warm and holy golden light descended from the sky, enveloping the entire poisonous Wanling Mountain.

After bidding farewell to Bodhisattva Lingji, Tang Sanzang and his disciples rested for two more days.

Once the stinging pain from Sun Wukong's fiery eyes had completely subsided, he packed his bags, led his horse, and carried his load.

Continue westward.

Along the way, the wildflowers gradually thinned out, and the trees became more sparse.

The wind grew colder and colder, and the earth became increasingly barren.

We walked past layers of green mountains and traversed winding paths.

It took about seven or eight days.

Suddenly, the sound of rushing water could be heard ahead, its roar echoing across the surrounding area.

Like ten thousand horses galloping, like thunder rolling across the ground.

Pigsy, carrying his nine-toothed rake, walked breathlessly, sweat dripping from his fat face.

Looking up, he was immediately startled and cried out, "Master! Senior Brother! There's a huge expanse of water ahead! It looks extremely dangerous!"

Tang Sanzang reined in the white dragon horse and looked up, only to see an endless expanse of water stretching before him.

The muddy yellow waves rolled and surged, with turbid waves reaching high into the sky and spray rising several meters high.

The water was grayish-black, and the air was chilling.

A stone tablet stands on the riverbank, inscribed with three lines of large characters in an ancient and eerie style:

Eight hundred quicksand realms, three thousand weak water depths.

Goose feathers cannot float, while reeds sink to the bottom.

Sun Wukong leaped down and landed in front of the monument. He glanced at it and turned to Tang Sanzang, saying, "Master, this river is called the Flowing Sand River. It is a famously dangerous place in the Three Realms. Even goose feathers and reeds will sink to the bottom if they fall on the water. Ordinary boats simply cannot cross it."

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang looked worried, put his hands together, and sighed, "Amitabha—ahead lies the perilous winds of Yellow Wind Ridge, and now the predicament of the Weak Water of Flowing Sand River. When will my journey to obtain the scriptures be safe?"

Pigsy, also looking worried, scratched his big ears and said, "This water is wide and treacherous, with huge waves, and there's not even a plank in the water. How are we going to cross?"

"Do we have to fly there? I, Old Pig, can ride the clouds, but how can Master, with his mortal body, withstand the wind and dew on the clouds?"

'

Just as Sun Wukong was about to speak, a loud bang suddenly came from the bottom of the Flowing Sand River.

"Boom—!"

A giant wave surged into the sky, splashing water dozens of feet high, and a dark blue figure burst forth from the water, rushing straight towards Tang Sanzang on the shore.

The monster was exceptionally ferocious:

His red hair was as messy as tangled grass, his eyes were wide open like copper bells, his face was as blue as indigo, and his teeth were like wolf teeth.

A necklace consisting of nine skulls hung from his neck.

He held a demon-slaying staff in his hand.

Surrounded by waves, it exudes a menacing aura.

As soon as he landed, without saying a word, he stretched out his sharp claws and tried to capture Tang Sanzang.

"Master, be careful!"

Sun Wukong, quick as a flash, leaped forward and stood in front of Tang Sanzang.

With a flick of his golden cudgel, golden light burst forth, and he swung it directly at the monster: "What kind of wicked beast dares to hurt my master! Take this blow!"

""

The monster was not afraid and brandished its demon-subduing staff to meet the golden cudgel.

"Clang 1"

17

With a deafening roar, the clang of metal against metal caused rocks to tumble down the riverbank and the water to surge even more violently.

The monster felt a numbness in its arm and staggered back several steps, secretly shocked: This monkey is incredibly strong!

He dared not fight Sun Wukong head-on, and with a sway of his body, he plunged into the rolling sand river.

With a splash, it sank to the bottom of the water and disappeared without a trace.

All that remained were murky ripples.

Sun Wukong chased after him to the riverbank, scratching his ears and cheeks in anger, pointing at the river and cursing, "You wretched monster! You hide when you can't beat me, what kind of hero are you! If you've got the guts, come out and fight me for three hundred rounds!"

Tang Sanzang, still shaken, clutched his chest and repeatedly chanted Buddhist prayers: "Amitabha, Amitabha! Fortunately, Wukong protected me, otherwise this humble monk would have already perished in the demon's jaws."

Pigsy, carrying his rake, ran to the riverbank, his round eyes gleaming, and said, "Brother, this monster is hiding in the water and won't come out. What can we do to him? Should I go into the water and catch him?"

Sun Wukong glanced at him and snorted, "You? You're quite good at swimming, but that monster is a water spirit and has the advantage of the terrain. You'll only suffer if you go down there."

"I, Old Sun, am not a top swimmer. If I go into the water to fight him, I'll be too restricted."

For a moment, the three of them stood by the river, gazing at the surging Ruoshui River, at a loss for what to do.

Tang Sanzang sat on a rock with a worried expression, closing his eyes and chanting Buddhist prayers.

Sun Wukong paced back and forth, scratching his ears and cheeks, pondering a solution.

Pigsy squatted to one side, sighing and lamenting, feeling hopeless about the future.

Just then, two auspicious clouds suddenly drifted in from the sky, and on the clouds stood two golden guardians.

It was Huian Xingzhe, along with the Dharma protectors who accompanied him.

Huian Xingzhe, wielding a heavy iron cudgel, stood atop a cloud and shouted, "Great Sage Tang Sanzang, do not worry! I have come here on the orders of Guanyin Bodhisattva to enlighten the demons in the Flowing Sand River and help you and your disciples cross the Weak Water!"

Sun Wukong looked up and recognized the man as a disciple of Guanyin. Overjoyed, he quickly cupped his hands and said, "So it's Venerable Huian! Thank you for coming to help!"

Tang Sanzang quickly stood up, put his palms together in a gesture of respect, and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Venerable One. Amitabha."