The story begins with the bride marrying off her daughter, and the woman, at the age of one hundred,

While you are sick, I will kill you!

This wasn't Changshou's first battle.

For seven years, he and the monkeys endured hardships and traveled through mountains and rivers, encountering countless dangers. Although the monkeys were the main force in mitigating the risks, he was never idle.

Ninth-rate strength, first-rate finishing blows.

The wisps of smoke transformed into Yin spirits.

Chang Shou raised his hand, and the twelve water spheres reappeared.

Behind him, it spread out like a peacock's tail feathers.

Each water sphere transforms into a stream of water.

Twelve streams of water rushed toward the Rat King from twelve angles, aiming at his neck, limbs, waist, chest...

A crisis is brewing.

The Rat King, enduring a headache, revealed his true form.

It immediately began to thrash its limbs, and the entire mouse spun rapidly, transforming into a whirlwind at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, sand and stones flew everywhere.

The Rat King transformed into a tornado.

All twelve streams were blocked.

But Chang Shou smiled.

Although the tornado is fierce, its core is gentle.

He resorted to his old tricks again, feigning one thing while secretly doing another, his divine sense flowing like underground water to the Rat King's feet.

As he struggled against the water, his divine sense once again assaulted the Rat King's mind and shook his soul.

The Rat King screamed again.

The tornado subsided, and the Rat King bled from all seven orifices.

Chang Shou waved his wide sleeves, and the moisture in the mountain air gathered again, turning into twelve streams of water that rushed toward the target.

Having suffered repeated blows, the Rat King's mind was in turmoil, and his magical power was scattered and dissipated, making it difficult to gather and cast any spells.

Faced with a fierce attack.

He trembled with fear, his previous arrogance completely gone. His limbs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, begging for mercy:

"Don't kill me!"

No, no, no, you can't kill me.

Not long ago, my cousin was a yellow-haired weasel. He was chosen by the Lingshan Envoy to go to the Great Thunderclap Temple to cultivate. If you kill me and he finds out, he will definitely seek revenge in the future.

Why don't you let me go?

Let's make a big deal out of a small one, and a small deal out of a small one...

Chang Shou was too lazy to listen to the Rat King's ramblings.

Taking advantage of the situation and eliminating them completely is the right approach.

Wasting words would only delay the battle, allowing the Rat King to buy time and calm the restless magic within him.

Let the Rat King die from talking too much. After all, he's the villain. At least Chang Shou thinks he's on the side of justice.

Victory is justice.

The twelve streams of water maintained their speed, firmly binding him.

With a special hand gesture, twelve streams of water seeped into the Rat King's body, and Changshou finally spoke:

"Dry!"

Spit out a word.

The Rat King screamed in agony.

His blood and moisture were extracted from his entire body.

The entire mouse shrank at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Chang Shou remained calm as he watched this scene unfold.

Xiniuhezhou is mostly desert and Gobi.

In the past, he and the monkey had crossed many deserts and encountered barren wastelands and Gobi.

Unlike monkeys, Changshou is not born divine and possesses extraordinary talents. When he was severely lacking water and faced with the threat of death, he gradually discovered another way to use the art of water control.

It locks in its own moisture, slowing down the rate of loss.

After successfully checking into the Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave, I listened to four sermons by the Bodhi Patriarch, read through a year's worth of books in the Ten Thousand Volumes Pavilion, and discussed the Dao with other ghost immortals.

Changshou explored various applications of water control techniques.

This method of removing moisture is one such application.

He looks vicious, and he really is vicious.

It can solve many problems and save many steps.

A short while later, the Rat King completely turned into a dried-up corpse.

Even the demon core within its body transformed into pure energy, which, along with its flesh and blood, nourished the mountains and forests.

It wasn't that Changshou didn't want the Rat King's demon core, but rather that he was unwilling and disdainful of it.

This demon devoured countless innocent lives, including humans, not for sustenance, but for enjoyment.

To satisfy his desire to devour flesh and blood.

To satisfy his sadistic and bloodthirsty desires.

He gently flicked his sleeve.

A chilling wind swept through the mountains and forests.

The Rat King was blown away like dust.

The other rats, sensing the danger, fled.

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After being ground to ashes.

Changshou didn't want to completely wipe out the rats and eliminate any future troubles by destroying their lair; rather, his internal magical power was depleted, leaving him with very little, and he was truly powerless to do so.

Meow~!

A scream of pain rang out.

Chang Shou successfully diverted attention.

The fat chicken landed next to the black fox without anyone noticing.

When Changshou arrived, she had already successfully given birth and bit off the umbilical cord with her teeth.

The two little cubs were all pink and chubby, with their eyes closed, making soft whimpering sounds.

Xuanli stuck out her tongue and tried to lick the amniotic fluid off her child. She looked up at Changshou, too weak to speak, but the pleading in her eyes was more obvious than ever.

It would be difficult for Chang Shou not to understand what she meant.

Seeing the light in her eyes grow dimmer, Chang Shou nodded helplessly: "I will take good care of them."

Xuanli felt relieved and closed her eyes completely.

The last glimmer of life faded from her body.

The mother and her cubs are connected by heart. Sensing the death of their mother, the two cubs whimpered even more loudly.

Chang Shou shook his head helplessly.

Unexpectedly, a trip out of the mountains brought me two minor troubles.

Looking at the round-faced, chubby chicken, Chang Shou said:

"Little fellow, it was you who dragged this old Taoist into this vortex. If you want me to spare you, then help me bring the two little ones back to the Taoist temple."

Otherwise, you'll suffer the same fate as the Rat King.

The round-faced, chubby chicken turned its head.

He glanced at Changshou, then at the two little ones, nodded gently, and cooed twice in agreement.

Manipulate the water flow to lift up the two little guys.

The round-faced, chubby chicken supported them and then secured them with water.

Chang Shou was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of Xuan Li's corpse out of the corner of his eye, and he suddenly thought of his granddaughter Chang E.

When she was little, she would always ask about her mother.

When she was little, she always envied her playmates in the village who were both scolded and loved by their mothers.

When she was little, she would always sneak off to her mother's grave and stay there for a whole day.

……

This is one of the granddaughter's obsessions.

This is also one of the regrets of longevity.

The past is set in stone, and there's no way to change it.

Now, perhaps he can do something.

Gently floating to the side of the black cat's corpse, watching its soul gradually withdraw from the body, Changshou transformed into pure spiritual energy.

Light smoke swirled around the corpse of the black fox.

He separated a wisp of the Reverse Wind Incense to stabilize Xuanli's turbulent soul.

Chang Shou chanted incantations, using the residual incense power on Xuan Li's body to draw out Xuan Li's soul.

Finally, the wisp of smoke landed on the round-faced, chubby chicken.

"Time to get going, you idiot!"

A round-faced, chubby rooster crows.

He took flight, soaring through the clouds and mist, heading in the direction Chang Shou had indicated.

A soul possesses a bird!

Whether it's a powerful evil spirit or a ghost immortal, they can all do this.

The difference lies in the duration and the strength of the possession.

The stronger the soul, the longer it can survive, and the less likely it is to be harmed by the yang spirit on the bird.

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Changshou knew that the round-faced, chubby chicken was fast.

Unexpectedly, he was so fast, even faster than I could fly.

After experiencing it firsthand, Changshou became even more curious about the round-faced, chubby chicken he sat on. It seemed that this chubby chicken was more different than he had imagined.

Just as the Xuanli's soul was about to give out, the round-faced fat chicken successfully landed and stopped in front of the Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave.

Chang Shou, carrying the soul of Xuanli, flew into this blessed land and headed straight for the Sutra Repository and the Ten Thousand Scrolls Pavilion.

The Yin spirit has returned to its place.

The incense sticks and guiding candles inside the incense burner burned out just as they were about to burn out.