Journey to the West: Deer Power Immortal, Starting from Becoming a Disciple of the Supreme Lord Tais

Upon hearing this, the villagers quickly made way for them, but their eyes were filled with suspicion.

During this period, countless doctors came to Wangjiagou to treat Xiaobao, each full of confidence, but in the end they all returned empty-handed.

These three men, dressed in Taoist robes, didn't look like doctors at all; they were probably just swindlers.

the other side,

The three demons followed the old man to a small courtyard at the east end of the village. A jujube tree planted in the courtyard blocked out some of the sunlight, and all they could see, apart from some farm tools, was a stone table.

At this moment, several medicine bowls were placed on the stone table, with some unfinished medicine residue inside.

Following the old man into the inner room, they saw a thin boy lying on the bed, his face sallow, his eyes sunken, looking like he was terminally ill.

Lu Qingxuan walked to the bedside, his divine sense swept over the boy, and his expression gradually became serious.

"Third brother, how is it?" Immortal Yangli asked in a low voice.

Lu Qingxuan didn't answer, but looked at the old man: "Old man, before your grandson fell ill, did he go to any strange places? Or meet any strange people?"

The old man thought for a moment and said, "Before Xiao Bao fell ill, he seemed to have gone to the desolate mountain behind the village with some other children. There wasn't much on that mountain, only a dilapidated temple. The children often went there to play. Daoist, is there something wrong with that dilapidated temple?"

Lu Qingxuan understood immediately and took a deep breath, saying, "Old man, your grandson is probably not sick, but his soul has been sucked away by evil spirits."

"What...what should we do..." The old man was at a loss.

"Don't worry, old man, now that we're here, we'll definitely cure him," Lu Qingxuan said.

Upon hearing this, the old man quickly expressed his gratitude: "Thank you so much, Daoist Master! Thank you so much, Daoist Master!"

"But before that, we need to go and see those dilapidated temples."

"Third Brother thinks it's that dilapidated temple..." Tiger Power Immortal asked.

Lu Qingxuan nodded. "When temples are dilapidated and lose their divinity, they are prone to breeding evil spirits. If those evil spirits are not eliminated, even if the soul is brought back, other children will suffer in the future."

The Great Immortal Yangli said, "Third Brother is right; to cut the weeds, you must pull them out by the roots."

"That dilapidated temple is on the mountain behind the village. I will take you up there now," the old man said hurriedly.

Lu Qingxuan shook his head. "The old man has a leg injury, so he should rest at home. Just tell us the location, and we'll go find it ourselves."

"Then I'll have to trouble the three of you, Taoist priests. But there are wild beasts on that mountain, so please be careful," the old man said.

"Don't worry, old man, ordinary wild beasts wouldn't dare to mess with my three brothers," Tiger Power Immortal chuckled.

The old man then gave a detailed account of the dilapidated temple. The three demons bid farewell to the old man and headed towards the back of the mountain.

The barren mountain behind the village was not high, but it was densely wooded and had a heavy yin energy. The three demons walked along the mountain path for less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before they saw the dilapidated temple that the old man had mentioned.

The dilapidated temple was small, with only one main hall. Most of the roof tiles had fallen off, and the plaque above the door was long gone.

As the three demons entered the temple, a chilling aura swept over them. Their gaze swept across the area and they saw a statue of a deity enshrined in the center. However, for some reason, the statue's features were blurred and indistinct, making it impossible to discern which deity it represented.

The altar in front of the statue was covered with a thick layer of dust, indicating that no one had come to worship there for a long time.

Huangshan Mountain, dilapidated temples, and statues of deities whose faces are obscured...

Wow, that buff is really fully stacked...

Lu Qingxuan withdrew his gaze, his divine sense surveying his surroundings, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Strange, the yin energy in this temple is so heavy, it's clearly a sign that evil spirits are lurking there, but when I scanned it with my divine sense, I didn't find anything unusual," said Immortal Yang Li, frowning.

Tiger Power Immortal also said, "Strange, could it be that the evil spirit possesses extraordinary abilities?"

The two demons had cultivated for a thousand years and their intuition about danger was always very accurate. At this moment, they felt uneasy, as if something was secretly watching them.

Lu Qingxuan nodded; he felt the same way.

From the moment they stepped into the ruined temple, he felt as if an invisible eye was coldly observing their every move.

But when he used his divine sense to investigate, the sense of being watched disappeared, as if it had never existed.

"My two brothers, be careful. This evil spirit is probably not simple," Lu Qingxuan warned.

The fact that this evil spirit could remain unseen even under their divine senses demonstrates the brilliance of its concealment techniques.

Tiger Power Immortal summoned his Tiger Head Hammer, grinning, "You cowardly coward, Third Brother, just use your magic to force him out, and watch me smash his head in!"

Before the words were finished, a sudden gust of cold wind rose in the dilapidated temple.

The wind came strangely, its origin unclear, and it blew dust into the temple.

Lu Qingxuan subconsciously squinted his eyes. A cold wind swept by, and he felt dizzy. When he opened his eyes again, everything around him had quietly changed.

Surrounded by clouds and mist, with a white jade-paved ground beneath one's feet, several magnificent golden palaces can be seen in the distance, their eaves and brackets entwined with auspicious purple and gold clouds.

This scene was all too familiar to it—the Tushita Palace!

How did I suddenly end up here?

"Junior brother..."

Just as Lu Qingxuan was pondering, a familiar voice came from behind him.

Lu Qingxuan turned around and saw Jinjiao standing not far away.

"It really is you, Junior Brother. How come you're already in the heavens again after such a short time?" Golden Horn looked at Lu Qingxuan with a curious expression.

"This place is..." Lu Qingxuan asked, somewhat surprised.

"Where else could it be? Tushita Palace! How could you forget about Tushita Palace after just one trip to the mortal realm?"

"Since you're here, come back to the Tushita Palace with us. Tomorrow, Silver Horn and I will also be going down to the mortal realm," said Golden Horn.

"The lower realm?" Lu Qingxuan frowned slightly.

Jinjiao sighed and put on a bitter face: "It's all because of the Dao Ancestor. He said that a calamity is coming and someone needs to go down to the mortal world to face it. He told me and Yinjiao to go down to the mortal world, occupy a mountain, and wait for that Lao Senzi to pass by on his pilgrimage."

"What kind of nonsense is this? Why not stay in the perfectly good Tushita Palace and instead go down to the mortal realm to become a demon? Isn't this just making things difficult for people?"

Lu Qingxuan's heart skipped a beat.

A calamity befalling the lower realm?

The pilgrim?

The original story does mention that Golden Horn and Silver Horn descended to the mortal realm to become demons, but what time is it? Journey to the West hasn't even started yet, so how can they be descending to the mortal realm already?

Could it be that he caused a discrepancy in the details of Journey to the West?

Or perhaps...

"What are you thinking about? I heard that Qingniu is going down too. After this, we won't see each other again for hundreds of years. Why don't you hurry up and catch up?" Jinjiao walked ahead and glanced back at Lu Qingxuan.

Upon hearing this, Lu Qingxuan could only stop thinking about it and quickly followed.

Following Jinjiao back to the Tushita Palace, everything he saw along the way was no different from the Tushita Palace in his memory, which made Lu Qingxuan gradually lower his guard.

"Junior brother is here. The Qi-Nourishing Pills you brought last time tasted really good. Do you have any more...?" Silver Horn said with a smile when he saw Lu Qingxuan arrive.

"naturally..."

Just as Lu Qingxuan was about to answer, his heart suddenly jolted.

Peiyuan Dan?

He only gave Silver Horn the Qi-Nourishing Pill once, and that was when Silver Horn descended to the mortal realm.

But Silver Horn said that based on his understanding of Silver Horn, Silver Horn would never have made a mistake last time.

Therefore, there is only one possibility: this is not the Tushita Palace!