Master of Strange Dao Chapter 1533 - 408: Holy Mountain, Bearing Grudges

"The classics given by Ji Shen are quite detailed in many places.

According to the legend passed down in the Immovable Immortal Dynasty.

The so-called Holy Mountain was ford when an Alien Realm fell to the earth and turned into a Bijia Mountain.

Within that Holy Mountain, Alien power accumulates, and cultivators cannot enter, nor can the Evil Cult approach.

For many years, it was considered forbidden land for cultivators, accessible only to mortals.

Later, a scholar read the classics at the foot of the Holy Mountain, nurturing Vast Qi in his chest, and thus opened this path.

Bijia Mountain thus beca a Holy Mountain.

However, after that, the Holy Mountain disappeared.

It was only after the scholar descended the mountain that the later Jixia Academy ca into existence.

If the records in these classics are correct, I compared them and calculated the ti.

It should be during the Ancient End Period of the Four Divine Dynasties, early in the Dingmao Era of Dadui."

"Senior, I haven't read much, I don't understand these things." The High Priest of the Black Ship looked bewildered; how would he know these historical facts, considering the few generations of Black Ship High Priests before him had been drifting at sea.

The records detailed on the Black Ship are things from much longer ago.

Yang's face froze, feeling sowhat uninterested; it was truly pointless to show off to a group of illiterate people.

"What I an is, around the sa ti, Jinlan Mountain also appeared.

Back then, the Evil Lord and Jinlan Mountain fell into the Wilderness together.

However, later the Evil Lord was sealed by the Dadui Seal.

And at the sa ti, over here, a Holy Mountain fell, which led to the ergence of cultivators of Vast Qi.

That Vast Qi happened to directly oppose and counter the Evil Qi, completely opposite.

This is definitely not a coincidence.

Moreover, I find that the records here are far less broken than those in the Four Divine Dynasties.

They even docunted Wen Jun, and preserved things personally written by him.

This is particularly interesting.

Exchanging a small vial of sweet rain for so many books is not a loss.

These books are likely not available to just anyone."

After Yang finished speaking, he looked around at the illiterates, feeling uninterested again, thinking these folks likely had no understanding of the joy of obtaining classics unrelated to cultivation.

Yang packed up the books, considering to return quickly.

Although Yu Ziqing was sowhat amateur, at least he could understand what Yang was talking about, knowing the context.

"The rfolk tribe has already been annihilated; there's nothing left worth staying for. Let's depart imdiately, and as for what to do afterward, let's let the little rfolk decide when she grows up."

Yang left the Black Ship, floating in the seabed, stretching out his hand towards the Black Ship; one hand transford into a dragon claw.

The Black Ship flew over, continuously shrinking, transforming into the size of a palm, and was put away by Yang.

Yang took a single step and instantly vanished.

He once again found the Abyssal Rift concealed by the seal, shaking his body and transford into a speck of dust, disappearing into it.

...

In the Immovable Immortal Dynasty, within a misty forest shrouded in miasma and never seeing daylight.

Ji Shen, with Wanjun, stood on a clearing, where a magic platform was set up according to the records in the Jade Scroll, everything done ticulously.

"Wanjun, are you ready?"

"Is this... really going to work?" Wanjun was both hopeful and anxious.

"Let's try, be sincere. After all, he's certainly not disdainful of deceiving , and I've given away my entire library to him. You must be sincere and not ss it up."

Wanjun took a deep breath, took out a small jade bottle, and extracted about thirty drops of Sweet Rain Original Liquid.

She started the ritual, chanting spells, forming seals with her hands according to the ritual requirents.

A mysterious charm erged as rustling sounds echoed in the forest, growing louder, as if there were countless things approaching.

Then, the trees parted, revealing nurous hungry ghosts with sunken abdons, looking like dried corpses wrapped in skin.

The hungry ghosts responded to the summoning, instinctively understanding what was happening.

With the blessing of Sweet Rain, they seed to see the original source of the sweet rain.

A black shadow with eyes burning blood flas poured out sweet rain from a wooden bowl.

Each drop of sweet rain was dispensed by this entity, with the final aim being to give them to the hungry ghosts.

As the almsgiving ritual comnced, Wanjun's eyes turned red, and Evil Qi and Demonic Qi erged on her body.

Yet among them, the Demonic Qi, encountering a natural enemy, fearfully retreated into the Evil Qi.

But as more and more hungry ghosts gathered, Wanjun bit her lip and stamped her foot as black chains flew out to firmly bind and hold her in place to maintain the ritual.

From her chest, wisps of black smoke flew out, which was the Devil Thought's unwilling roar.

She could only suppress, unable to expel the Devil Thought, which was now powerless, being devoured by hungry ghosts along with the sweet rain.

Once the Devil Thought was fully consud, only Evil Thoughts remained in Wanjun's eyes, which she suppressed with a cold snort on the spot.

Monts later, the satiated hungry ghosts slowly retreated into the forest and disappeared.

Ji Shen stepped forth and saluted.

"I am Ji Deshou of the Jixia Academy, thank you for your efforts.

This is a gift from a friend, and I will definitely diate with the court to arrange a place for you to stand."

The last hungry ghost to leave turned back to glance at Ji Shen but said nothing, disappearing into the dense forest.

Ji Shen sighed quietly, realizing there were still grudges.

He had previously discussed with the Saints, and the Jade Scroll also docunted that the so-called Hungry Ghost King was long asleep.

The Saints also said they followed the successor of the Hungry Ghost King.

However, seeing with his own eyes that Wanjun's deeply rooted Devil Thought was removed and sensing that peculiar Daoist charm.

Appearing out of thin air, across the deep sea, it still naturally guided the hungry ghosts to cooperate with the ritual as if it were the laws of heaven and earth.

He thought that even if the so-called Hungry Ghost King were sleeping, he could unscrew his head to use as a chamber pot.

And according to the True Dragon, the people above these hungry ghosts are protective and vengeful, and possibly more than just one or two.

He had better handle this quickly; fortunately, the court hadn't gone too far before.

The removal of the Devil Thought is a matter that cannot be hidden, and the sweet rain is likely a big trouble because it's too little...

"Wanjun, you take the rest of the sweet rain."

"No, such a precious thing, and you're willing to let use it; Wanjun doesn't know how to repay you. With these remaining, I dare not selfishly hide them."

Relieved of the Devil Thought, Wanjun was at a mont of excitent, realizing Ji Shen personally requested it from the True Dragon, not knowing what great cost it took, feeling no greed at all.

Ji Shen took a deep breath, patted Wanjun's shoulder with heartfelt sincerity.

"Wanjun, you misunderstand, if there were more of this, I wouldn't worry.

But there's so little, this can't be hidden.

Who do we give it to and who do we not at that ti?

If soone who didn't get it dies by becoming Devilic?

You know that those who co brazen-faced by then, either have high position and power or profound strength.

At that ti, so may let it go, but so may hold grudges if not given.

I, uh, can't bear the embarrassnt, and don't know what to do either.

So, it's best you hold on to it; you can shalessly handle it.

After all, everyone knows you've always had this kind of vile character."

"..."