Gou Zai Xi You Dao Chang Sheng

The monkeys gradually quieted down.

They didn't know who this gaunt middle-aged man was, but they felt that although he was not particularly handsome, his aura was profound.

Sitting there, one becomes one with the rocks below and the ancient pine behind.

It was as if he was meant to be there.

Li Yan closed his eyes.

Inside the Niwan Palace, the Mustard Seed Cave Heaven slowly rotates.

The mirror of the heart hangs high, reflecting the mountains and rivers within a radius of three hundred miles.

The landscape of Huaguo Mountain unfolds slowly in the mind like a scroll painting.

The main peak is the ancestral mountain, where the dragon's energy is concentrated.

Nine branches extend from the ancestral mountain, winding their way into the sea like dragons drinking water.

As the tides rise and fall, the power of the moonlight is drawn by the earth's veins and flows into a spiritual cave beneath the ancestral mountain.

Li Yan's mind stirred slightly.

The location of that sacred cave is at the bottom of the deep pool behind the Water Curtain Cave, where the waterfall meets the sky.

He opened his eyes and looked due north.

There, a golden light had already descended upon a steep, towering mountain.

Kanyuan Mountain.

Dirty Cave.

Sun Wukong descended from the clouds and landed before the steep cliff.

With a quick glance, he could see the layout outside the cave entrance.

The earth's veins here no longer possess the pure and ethereal energy of Flower and Fruit Mountain.

Instead, it was a mixture of underground yin energy, the putrid smell of water, and a faint trace of the calamity and turbidity that he loathed.

Outside the cave entrance, several little demons were dancing and making merry.

Upon seeing the golden-eyed, hairy-faced thunder god's mouth that had appeared out of nowhere, the little demon was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise and turned to run away.

Sun Wukong did not chase after him.

He stood still, his voice booming like a bell:

"Don't go! I'll use your words to convey my innermost thoughts!"

"I am the master of the Water Curtain Cave in the Flower and Fruit Mountain in the due south."

"What kind of scoundrel of yours has repeatedly bullied my children and grandchildren? I've come here specifically to settle things with him!"

The little demon tumbled into the cave, crawling and scrambling.

Before long, the cave entrance opened wide.

A black wind, carrying a fishy smell, surged out from the cave.

As the black wind subsided, a giant demon appeared, standing three zhang tall with a waist ten spans wide.

He wore a black helmet, a black robe, and embroidered boots.

He carried a broadsword with a chilling blade.

The mischievous demon king lowered his head, looking at the monkey in front of him that was less than four feet tall.

He smiled.

"I've often heard those monkey spirits say that they have a great king who has left home to cultivate himself; I suppose he's here now."

"You dare come looking for me empty-handed?"

Sun Wukong raised his eyes.

There was no anger or murderous intent in his golden eyes.

There was only a strange calm.

It was as if the butcher was looking at the meat on the chopping block.

"You have occupied my cave, stolen my family's fire, and taken my children and nephews hostage."

"Two years."

"Two years."

Sun Wukong repeated it.

The mischievous devil was a little uneasy by his calm demeanor, and his smile faded slightly.

"What are you going to do?"

Sun Wukong did not answer.

He simply took one step forward.

Suddenly, a strong sense of alarm arose in the mind of the mischievous devil.

He fought for many years, killing at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, demons and people.

He recognized that look.

This is the look in the eyes of a debt collector.

"court death!"

The demon king roared and swung his sword to strike.

The blade flashed like a bolt of lightning, carrying a sinister aura, and slashed towards Sun Wukong's head.

Sun Wukong raised his hand and pinched the blade between two fingers.

The Demon King's expression changed drastically.

His blade could cleave even the finest steel and massive rocks, yet it was gently held between the monkey's two fingers, remaining completely still.

"you……"

Sun Wukong looked down at the knife.

It's a good knife.

Forged from cold iron from the earth, its blade has been quenched with the blood of a hundred beasts, and it faintly exudes a fierce aura.

pity.

"The sword is good," Sun Wukong said calmly, "but the person is not."

Apply force with two fingers.

"Click."

The blade shattered.

The Demon King was terrified and retreated, his hand holding the knife splitting open, bleeding profusely.

He looked at the hilt of the knife he held, and for a moment he was speechless.

The monkey lowered its head and took out a jade talisman from its waist.

The jade talisman was clear and warm, with a dark yellow halo flowing within it.

Then, he pressed the jade talisman into the ground.

The jade talisman was buried in the ground, as if it had sunk to the bottom of the water, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

The three-zhang-long earth vein responded and moved.

Huaguoshan.

Li Yan opened his eyes.

Within the Niwan Palace, the Mustard Seed Cave Heaven trembled.

Raise your hand, fingers loosely clenched.

It takes the ancestral mountain spiritual cave of Huaguo Mountain as the pivot and the earth veins of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams as the network.

A beam of dark yellow light shot into the sky from the bottom of the deep pool behind the Water Curtain Cave.

The beam of light touched the dome and transformed into a translucent film, like an inverted bowl, instantly enveloping the entire Kanyuan Mountain.

On the membrane wall, the innate Bagua patterns flow endlessly.

Qian represents Heaven, which covers the sky.

Kun represents the earth, which governs the land below.

Kan and Li represent water and fire, which interact and harmonize in the void.

The trigrams Zhen and Xun represent wind and thunder, which suppress and lock down the eight directions.

Gen and Dui represent mountains and lakes, symbolizing the sealing of doors and gates.

The mischievous devil suddenly turned around.

Outside his filthy cave, a thin, yellowish-brown membrane that had appeared out of nowhere was shimmering with patterns that made his heart pound.

He tried to use his escape technique.

The magical power surged, but it was like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

He tried to summon the remaining lesser demons.

No one answered.

Turn back again.

The monkey, less than four feet tall, slowly and deliberately drew a golden cudgel from the void.

The stick shimmered with a faint golden light, which complemented the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) pattern on the thin film.

"Who...who are you!" the Demon King shouted fiercely.

Sun Wukong gripped his golden cudgel tightly.

"Flower and Fruit Mountain, Water Curtain Cave."

"Sun Wukong".

The three words fell.

The stick is thrown out.

It landed squarely on the top of the mischievous demon king's head.

The black helmet shattered.

The black robe was torn.

The three-zhang-tall demonic body suddenly knelt down.

The ground cracked, and the cracks spread to the cave entrance, to the stone steps, and to the edge of the Bagua membrane.

The mischievous devil opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But he couldn't speak.

Because the second baton has already landed.

That blow shattered his dantian.

Calamity energy poured out from the shattered dantian.

The gray-black fog surged, within which countless distorted faces could be vaguely seen.

Those were the creatures he had harmed in the Huaguo Mountain area over the past two years.

Sun Wukong raised his staff for the third time.

It did not fall immediately.

Instead, he lowered his head and looked at the demon kneeling on the ground.

In his golden eyes, there was neither pity nor pleasure.

Just watching.

"My Water Curtain Cave is a blessed place created by nature."

"My children are pure monkeys who have never harmed any living beings."

"But you locked my little monkeys in the dungeon and starved them for two years."

"Two years."

The mischievous devil trembled all over.

He wanted to beg for mercy.

But he couldn't speak.

Because when the third baton fell, his Dao heart, along with his last trace in this world, shattered.

Sun Wukong puts away his staff.

He looked down at the kneeling corpse.

Even on the corpse, wisps of calamity energy still emanated.

That is the karma he accumulated by harming living beings and seizing blessed lands; it will not disappear with the death of his physical body.

If left unchecked, this calamity will dissipate into the mountain veins of Kanyuan Mountain, polluting water sources and soil, and it will be difficult to cleanse it for a hundred years.

Perhaps in a few years, new monsters will emerge.

Sun Wukong frowned.

He's not very good at handling these kinds of things.

Just then, Li Yan's voice came from the void.

"Junior brother, do not move. I will dispel the calamity here."

Sun Wukong was taken aback, then grinned.

He put away the baton, took three steps back, and watched from the sidelines with his arms crossed.

Above Kanyuan Mountain.

A ray of starlight came from the southeast.

The starlight was extremely faint, like moonlight falling silently.

As the starlight fell, a figure emerged from nothingness.

It was Li Yan.

He still had the appearance of a lean middle-aged man in his forties, and his inner energy was as restrained as that of an ordinary person.

But at this moment, he stood on the top of Kanyuan Mountain, with a faint phantom of a mustard seed cave floating in the void behind him.

That grotto was no more than an inch in size, yet within it, star charts swirled and mountains and rivers appeared and disappeared.

Li Yan raised his hand.

Inside the Niwan Palace, the Mustard Seed Cave Heaven slowly rotates.

Starlight and earth element surged forth from the cave, like two clear streams, intertwining and entwining to form a net of Dao.

The net descended, covering the corpse of the Chaos Demon King.

The gray-black smog that had been spreading freely then condensed.

Then, strand by strand, it was slowly gathered together by that net of Dao.

Li Yan closed his eyes.

The mirror of the heart hangs high, reflecting the very source of calamity.

This calamity is the result of the evil deeds of the Demon King who harmed living beings, seized blessed lands, and oppressed the weak.

Its substance is mixed and its nature is cold and yin, like sewage and mud.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, even a trace of it would require a great deal of effort to remove.

But Li Yan cultivates the Way of Stars and Earth, and the Method of Grotto Heaven.

The stars are the soul of heaven, representing the utmost yang and purity.

Earth is the essence of the land, and it is extremely yin and turbid.

Yin and Yang complement each other, and the pure and the impure contain each other.

This is the fundamental method to resolve such complex and chaotic calamities.

A thought subtly stirred within me.

The Dao Net closed in, slowly drawing the mass of gray-black calamity energy into the Mustard Seed Cave Heaven.

In the center of the cave, three tortoise shells hang in the void, echoing the chaotic-colored "Guicang" in the center.

The calamity energy entered and spread rapidly.

Li Yan activated the star map.

Three hundred and sixty-five points of starlight lit up simultaneously, scattering a clear, snow-like glow.

Wherever the clear light reached, the madness, resentment, greed, and anger within the calamity slowly dissolved.

This also activated the earth's veins.

The yellow light of the Earth Virtue surged forth from the thick earth of the cave, enveloping the turbid remnants that had lost their madness.

The turbid air sinks down and returns to the earth.

The pure air rises and disperses into the star map.

After a cup of tea.

Inside the Mustard Seed Cave, the mass of gray-black calamity energy had completely dissipated.

It transformed into a wisp of primordial yellow energy, hanging in the center of the cave, like a newly hatched egg, quietly awaiting the blooming of flowers.

Li Yan opened his eyes.

The starlight in his eyes flashed and disappeared in an instant.

He looked down at the corpse of the Demon King at his feet.

The demon had lost all its life force.

As the aura of calamity dissipated, the three-zhang-tall demonic body rapidly withered.

A mountain breeze blew by.

The corpse turned to dust and scattered into the earth.

Li Yan exhaled a breath of stale air.

[Dispel the evil spirits of the world-destroying demon king, purify the earth's veins, and eradicate the root of evil]

[Aura of Fate +300]

[Absorbed a wisp of Xuanhuang Essence in the Mustard Seed Cave, cultivation level +5% (Current progress: Mustard Seed Realm 60%)]

【Aura of Destiny: 2200/1280】

The Mirror of the Mind sent a notification, and Li Yan nodded slightly.

Sure enough.

Slaying demons and monsters only requires a few dozen karmic connections.

The real challenge lies in dispelling the calamity and purifying the earth's veins.

This trip not only eliminated the threat to Flower Fruit Mountain, but also provided resources for the evolution of the grotto-heaven, and earned three hundred strands of karmic energy.

Three birds with one stone.

While pondering, I turned around and looked at the dirty cave in Kanyuan Mountain.

The cave entrance was wide open, and inside, one could vaguely see thirty to fifty small monkeys locked in a corner.

The little monkeys were thin and bony, their fur dull. When they saw the light at the cave entrance, they huddled in a corner, shivering.

Sun Wukong's golden eyes narrowed.

He strode into the cave.

The little monkeys recognized him, paused for a moment, then rushed over, whimpering, some clinging to his legs, others hugging his waist.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty has come to our rescue!"

"Your Majesty, we are so scared!"

"Your Majesty, that wicked man..."

Sun Wukong squatted down and gently lifted up the smallest monkey.

The monkey was so thin it was skin and bones, but its eyes were still bright.

She was just timid and didn't dare to recognize him.

"Don't be afraid," Sun Wukong said softly, "I'm here."

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