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The tiger's roar was so lifelike, and a beast-like black shadow danced around in the mist.

"A tiger?"

Yunling approached Zhuang Xing, and her lips turned pale as soon as she heard the tiger's roar.

Zhuang Xing took her hand and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. Just leave it to me."

Yunling nodded; she had always listened to Zhuang Xing since she was a child.

Zhuang Xing focused his Qi in his eyes and carefully observed the tiger's shadow.

The tiger merely roared but did not approach, its aura condensed but not substantial.

He felt that this wasn't a real tiger, but rather a smokescreen.

Even a tiger that hasn't yet become a demon is still a tyrant in the mountains, let alone a tiger spirit that has mastered the art of mist. It would have no fear of the two Taoists; if it were truly hungry, it would have pounced on them by now.

Is this an attempt to scare them away?

If the goal is simply to scare them away, why bother with fog removal?

Besides, why didn't you clear away the fog when you went up the mountain? Why did you wait until now to come?

Did he just see him and Yunling, or...?

Zhuang Xing thought about what he might have that the monster wanted, and immediately saw the half-eaten guokui in his and Yunling's hands.

When he went up the mountain to look for snow grass, he put this pot-shaped flatbread in his bundle and didn't show it.

Could it be... that monster is hungry and wants to beg for food from him and Yunling?

Try it.

Zhuang Xing threw the guokui (a type of flatbread) on the ground and pulled Yunling to run in the opposite direction.

"Yunling, let's go quickly!"

His acting was so convincing that Yunling was startled by the tiger's roar and quickly dropped the flatbread she was holding, running after him.

After running for a while, Zhuang Xing stopped and looked behind him.

The fog dissipated, and the tiger's roar disappeared.

Chapter 147 The Red Panda Gang

There was no sign of any ferocious beasts chasing them from behind, and the mist that suddenly appeared also suddenly disappeared.

Even Yunling, who had panicked just now, realized something was wrong after calming down.

The tiger's roar came too deliberately and disappeared too deliberately, as if someone was deliberately trying to scare them.

"Zhuang Xing...this..."

"Let's go back and take a look; maybe we'll find something useful," Zhuang Xing said.

He was certain in his heart that what he had just witnessed was a deceptive sorcery.

That sorcery was full of flaws; it might scare ordinary people, but it wouldn't frighten him.

He had read hundreds of "The White Lotus Hermit's Little Diary of Exorcising Demons," so he knew exactly what kind of demons they were and what their methods were.

What happened just now was at most the commotion caused by a fox spirit or a hedgehog spirit.

These kinds of small demons are inherently weak. Even if they become spirits, they can still be killed if a strong young man hits them hard with a stick.

So they took a different approach, preferring to devise these fancy tricks and make noise to scare people.

Zhuang Xing remembered that there was a section about red foxes in the layman's diary. It said that he met an old fox spirit in a mountain village. She learned the art of transformation and transformed into a human. She was glib and swindled people out of oil, chickens and ducks.

The layman exposed the red fox's true nature on the spot, but considering that the red fox had not harmed anyone and the villagers did not blame it too much, they did not take its life.

As long as they don't harm or hurt anyone, neither the Taoist priests of Xuanqing Temple nor the White Lotus Hermit would intentionally harm these enlightened little demons.

For small animals in the mountains and fields, the opportunity to become demons or spirits is extremely rare.

Once one's intelligence is awakened, the difference between them and other people is not that great.

Those who harm others are demons; those who cultivate themselves in the mountains and even help others are spirits.

Just like the mountain demon guarding the mountain, it neither harms people nor doesn't help them. Why would the Taoists want to get rid of it?

Last year, when Zhuang Xing was at the foot of the mountain, he even went to see the old mandrill on the way. Although the old mandrill couldn't speak, when he brought two fresh river fish over, didn't the old mandrill also pick some kiwis from the mountain and give them to him?

Humans and nature should coexist in harmony.

The little demons in Qingxuan Mountain don't cause trouble for the Taoists, and the Taoists just naturally coexist with them.

If it were just a fleeting encounter with a minor demon in the mountains, Zhuang Xing certainly wouldn't have any ulterior motives.

But since that little demon used magic to scare people, Zhuang Xing decided to go and see what exactly was frightening him and Yunling.

Even if we don't do anything to it, we should at least teach it a lesson and give it a taste of its own medicine.

Let it know that it is wrong to take other people's things, and it should not scare people in the mountains.

He and Yunling discussed it, and then each of them took a Wind Concealment Talisman and activated it.

When he came to the mountain to look for the auspicious snow grass, he made various preparations, and brought all the talismans he usually used.

Once activated, this Wind Concealment Talisman will create a gentle breeze that surrounds the user, masking their aura.

Footsteps, body odor, and emanating vital energy will all become extremely faint, greatly reducing one's presence.

As long as it is not directly seen, it is difficult to be detected, making it ideal for surprise attacks and backstabbing.

The two walked back quietly, and soon Zhuang Xing returned to the place where the fog had risen.

They hid behind a tree, gazing at the snow-covered ground.

Sure enough, there were a few fluffy little creatures rolling around in the snow.

There were four or five small animals with long, reddish-brown fur making a ruckus there.

They seemed to be fighting over the flatbreads that Zhuangxing and Yunling had dropped on the ground, as if they were having an internal conflict.

To Zhuang Xing's surprise, they could actually talk.

"mine!"

"mine!"

"its mine!"

"It's a red panda... This is the first time I've ever seen one," Yunling whispered in Zhuang Xing's ear.

The girl's warm breath tickled Zhuang Xing's ears.

There was no other way; once the Wind Concealment Talisman was used, they could only speak up close. Otherwise, the two people who cast the talismans would have no way of hearing what the other was saying and could only communicate through hand gestures.

Yunling's worried tone had completely disappeared, and Zhuang Xing could tell that she seemed to be a little happy.

That's normal; girls just like cute, fluffy little animals.

Red pandas are inherently very cute.

However, Zhuang Xing is more familiar with their other name than "red panda": red panda.

(Image of a red panda)

He never expected to see a red panda in Qingxuan Mountain. He remembered his teacher saying in class that he had to go deeper into Qingxuan Mountain and go to a higher mountain to see the red panda.

There's a rumor that seeing a red panda brings good luck.

But judging from the current situation, these red pandas are quite unlucky themselves.

The two half-eaten flatbreads were left to fight over.

"Stop right there!"

A red panda, acting as the leader, stepped forward to maintain order.

"Second brother, third brother, fourth brother, fifth brother, we are all family, how can we quarrel over two pancakes?"

It stood up with its hands on its hips like a person, and Zhuang Xing could see a kind of uprightness and incorruptibility like Bao Zheng on that small face.

“Listen to me, we will divide the cakes according to our merits. Bring your cakes to me, and as the eldest brother, I will definitely divide them fairly.”

The other four red pandas stopped fighting when they heard the noise, but still held on to the cake.

"If I hadn't created the mist, those two would have run away long ago, so this pancake should be mine!"

A red panda snatched the pancake into its arms.

"What's the use of creating some fog? We scared them away by turning into tigers. These two pancakes should be ours!"

Two red pandas stole the two cookies.

"What's the use of you just changing your appearance? It was clearly my loud voice that scared them away!"

The last red panda also joined the scramble.

"Stop, stop, stop!" the leader tried to mediate. "These two pieces are the result of our joint efforts and cooperation. How can we be so selfish?"

It scooped both cakes into its arms, while the four little red pandas beside it watched it intently as it upheld justice.

“We all deserve credit. Second brother, you did a great job driving away the fog. Third and fourth brothers, you were also very good at turning into tigers. Fifth brother, your voice was also loud and clear.”

It took out half a cake, tore it into four pieces, and gave them to the four little red pandas.

"You deserve all of this."

"There's still one more pancake!" a red panda shouted.

"Second brother, you should know that it was the eldest brother who first discovered the pancakes in those two people's hands, and it was also the eldest brother who came up with the plan."

"This cake, of course, belongs to me, eldest brother."

The eldest brother patted the snow off the pancake, about to take a bite.

The four red pandas looked at the pieces of dough in their paws, then at the leader's large half-eaten piece of dough...

After a moment of silence, the noise resumed.

"mine!"

"mine!"