Demon King's Repayment - chapter 277

When leaving Lianghe Town, Yuan Xiang entered the Riven Temple at the mouth of the town alone.

It was raining outside, there were no other pilgrims in the temple, only an elderly person wishing while adding incense to the eternal sleep lamp. Sitting on the altar were statues of the two River Gods Yushui and Yuanshui. The benevolent River God Yushui was very similar to Su Bai.

The River God Yuanshui with human face and body vaguely looked like Dan Luo, but the artistically processed God image looked solemn, distorting Dan Luo’s arrogance.

“It’s raining again, this year’s weather is wrong.” Lao Miaozhu muttered in the dim corner, “Yuanshui hasn’t sent any floods in decades, so don’t send any trouble this year.”

“Did this place often get flooded before?” Yuan Xiang couldn’t help asking him.

“Once upon a time, there were frequent floods here, and everyone was in awe of the River Gods. They worshipped, built river embankments, and planted trees to pray for good weather.” The old priest wished with a hoarse voice and slow movements, and squinted his eyes to add the last bit of lamp oil, “This God changed his temper and was much gentler, but fewer people came to worship.”

He carried the barrel across the mottled threshold, and opened the oil-paper umbrella in the heavy rain outside the door, “The rain fell from the sky, and it was used by people. So people can’t blame the Gods.”

Yuan Xiang lit a stick of incense, worshipped three times before the plain face, inserted it into the incense burner, and the incense curled up, condensed but not scattered.

“He is dying, please help him,” a voice suddenly sounded in the temple.

Yuan Xiang raised her head, the gentle face of the idol became a little illusory.

“Senior Su Bai, is that you?”

No one could answer her completely, but the repeated voices kept reverberating in the dim temple.

“Please help him.”

“Please help him.”

The God who was clearly dead, because he was worried about his friend, was still stuck in the world in some form.

Yuan Xiang used the small bundle of fishing line given by Su Bai. The fishing line could show the way and find people. After injecting Qi, the silver-white lines raised and flew toward the distance.

The dark clouds in the sky were ruined, and the rain gradually ceased.

On a deserted and crowded rocky shoal, the eight Taoist each occupied one of the positions, concentrating on the energy, using spells, and reciting mantras continuously. On the complicated array, the golden lines were intertwined into a net, tightly binding a demon with a human fishtail.

The demon’s eyes were red, and his tail struggled desperately in the dazzling golden fishnet.

“Bold demon, you frequently made humans suffer from floods and did harm to the world. Now I will give you a chance to enter my door obediently, to wash your sins and cross your avenue to practice.”

The Taoist Xu Ji carried a bronze sword with a pattern on his back, and his long beard fluttered. He stood in mid-air and spoke.

Instead, his young master, Qingyuan, was sitting on the back of the apostle, with one foot bent, and one hand propped on his chin, looking at Dan Luo in the array with interest.

Dan Luo turned his head, half of his face was covered with blood, and his angry eyes came out from the curtain of blood.

“Such a hypocritical human being. When I was born, there were no humans here yet. I turned into a river and rose freely. What sin? Why should I give in to the human race that suddenly emerged?”

“You!” Xu Ji drew his sword out of its sheath, “As a demon, the world’s ill, you dare to speak up?”

“Joke, what is a God?! What is a demon?! It’s just a word made by the human race.” Dan Luo couldn’t move his body, but he refused to show weakness, “The human race is the disease in this world. I have lived for so long. I have never seen a race that is as selfish, greedy, cruel and stupid as humans. Given time, it will eventually become a major disaster, and it is humans that will harm the world.”

Qingyuan lowered his mount from the air and stopped Xu Ji, “I have an idea. I will accept this demon.”

He looked down at Dan Luo who was lying on the circle, “I won’t tell you anything. If you can beat me, I deserve to be eaten by you. Now that you can’t beat me, you have to obediently give in to me.”

Black scales appeared on Dan Luo’s face, and he opened his mouth toward Qingyuan, revealing crisscrossed sharp teeth.

Semi-demonization was a sign of anger.

Qingyuan said, “Tie him up.”

Two disciples came up nearby, and they used a refined muzzle to buckle Dan Luo’s head – all their mounts were uniformly equipped with such instruments for restraining livestock. Then they forced his arms back and tied them tightly with chains. Even the tail of the fish was tied up, and finally a spell for sanctions was attached.

Dan Luo refused to give in, struggling desperately, and all of them couldn’t hold back together, and he staggered away from him.

Qingyuan, sitting on the side, stretched out a finger and recited the mantra, “Thunder!”

Thunder blasted from the top of the head, and several thick-armed silver lightning fell from the air, hitting the unyielding demon in the circle one after another.

After the smoke dissipated, the demon that had been burned by the electric shock curled up, but the eyes that looked at Qingyuan were still fierce, and even gradually brought on a provocative smile.

“Why?” Qingyuan sat on the back of the lion, withdrew his spell, and said slowly, “I heard that you and Su Bai have a deep relationship, and you were both River Gods. Isn’t he also a human Taoist? As long as you are willing to be my apostle, I can give you whatever he gave you. What do you want? Spirit stones, dan, secret potion, treasures?”

“A person like you deserves to mention Su Bai’s name?”

“He is a friend of mine, but you want to see me as a sword and a slave.” Dan Luo said, with a presumptuous smile in his tone, “You just said it wrong, even if I lose, I don’t need to be your apostle. There is another way.”

There was a bloody smell in the air suddenly, strong and pungent.