Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

Within the dilapidated temple, the place was dense with cobwebs.

A broken Buddha head had fallen to the ground, directly facing the temple's entrance.

The break was extremely rough, as if it had been swept off by a tremendous force.

The paint on the Buddha head and the statues inside had faded and dissolved, erasing any sense of compassion and instead conveying a fierce and terrifying appearance.

Yi Chen entered with a frown on his face.

At this time, seated to the left side of the temple's main hall was a girl in a red gauze dress with picturesque eyebrows and eyes. She wore a long sword at her waist, and the slit in her dress ran up to her thigh, revealing her creamy leg.

A tiny bell hung at her ankle.

A youthful face.

With great karmic ties.

Upon seeing Yi Chen enter, the girl in red seemed quite nervous, subtly shifting further inside without making a sound.

Yi Chen glanced at her briefly, said nothing, and then busied himself starting a fire. He took out skewers of bread pieces and lamb chops from the storage ring and began barbecuing.

Soon, the scent of barbecue wafted throughout the dilapidated temple.

The girl in the red dress clearly swallowed several times, her throat moving. She hesitantly spoke, "Daoist, my name is Su Su."

When the girl spoke, she sounded timid, like a little rabbit newly exposed to the spring sun.

Yi Chen glanced at her, grunted in acknowledgment, and then started to eat with Little Miao, ignoring her.

But in his mind, he couldn't help but comment, "Miss, your attire is anything but plain."

"Perhaps you should be called 'Meaty' instead."

After a moment's thought and perhaps feeling it was somewhat cruel, Yi Chen gave a subtle signal to Miao Zi. Little Miao then brought five skewers of grilled bread pieces to the girl in red.

The girl in red was startled, then looked at the bread pieces before her, hesitated, and finally began to nibble on them obediently. Her eyes brightened as she chewed, her cheeks puffed out.

Just then, with a creaking noise, a young couple and a scholar carrying a book chest entered the temple one after another.

The scholar was dressed in a whitened scholar's robe, looking quite handsome with his hands tucked into the large sleeves.

As for the young couple, they were wearing conical bamboo hats and carrying bundles, dressed like wanderers of the martial world.

The man had a rather arrogant demeanor, whereas the woman was pretty with a hint of slyness in her eyes.

"Daoist, might I..." The young woman who had just entered began to speak to Yi Chen.

"Is there something you need?"

Just as she was about to broach a topic, Yi Chen bit each of the remaining skewers in his hand.

"Never mind."

The young couple, with darkened faces, found a corner to sit down in the broken temple, and the scholar did the same.

The four groups of people sat clearly segregated in their respective corners of the dilapidated temple.

It had been evening when Yi Chen entered the temple, and without noticing, the sky gradually darkened.

Inside the temple, the sound of wind, rain, and thunder filled the ears.

The girl who claimed to be Su Su shivered uncontrollably in a corner after finishing her bread pieces, catching the eye of the young man until the sly young woman beside him pinched him several times, causing him to grimace in pain.

However, evidently a man of great perseverance, he dared to look again.

His eyes roving, he seemed to have thought of something and addressed the group:

"We meet by fate in this ancient temple deep in the mountains; why don't we all introduce ourselves?"

"I am Li Qingyang, an Inner Sect Disciple of the Pine Crane Sword Faction, and this is my junior sister, Li Jingjing. I presume you've all heard of the grand reputation of the Pine Crane Sword Faction."

No sooner had he spoken these words than everyone looked blankly at each other.

The scholar, on the other hand, was quite polite. He stood up and courteously said, "I have heard much of it. I am merely a poor scholar from nearby named Liuseng, and I've come to the mountain solely to pick some herbs to supplement my family's income."

The scholar opened the bamboo book chest he carried, revealing several herbs inside.

"A mountain hermit, Yi Chengzi," Yi Chen said sparingly.

Hearing Yi Chen's words, a flicker of surprise appeared in the girl in red, as if recalling some rumor. She shivered even more violently, stammering, "I... I'm called Su Su."

She trembled even more fiercely.

The young man became even more enthusiastic and couldn't help but say, "The night is long, why don't we each tell a ghost story to pass the time? How about it?"

"I'll go first."

"Let me tell about a ghost incident that happened in Mizhi County a year ago."

"A couple in Mizhi County were always quarreling, and during one argument, the husband accidentally killed his wife and then buried her body under the chestnut tree in the backyard."

"A few days later, the man found it strange why the children hadn't seen their mother for days yet didn't ask him about it at all."

"So one day he asked the child, 'Your mom hasn't been home for several days, aren't you worried at all?'"

The child answered, "I find it very strange, why Dad, in the last few days, you've been carrying Mom on your back."

"Hehe, after that the child's father came to us at the Songhe Sword Sect. I saw through the ghost instantly, and with a sword that soared like a dragon, I killed the ghostly figure and also delivered the wife-killer to the authorities."

"If Miss Su is afraid, perhaps she would sit beside me."

Yi Chen: "..." Your damn scheme clanked louder than the thunder outside.

Just as Li Qingyang's scheme was exposed, his junior sister by his side became as puffed up as a blowfish, and mercilessly ridiculed him, "Big brother, you're farting, our Songhe Sword Sect is more than twenty-six thousand li away from Mizhi County. How come I didn't know you went to Mizhi County a year ago? You're just lusting after Miss Su's body, you're despicable."

Miss Su did not speak, but continued to shiver.

"Let me tell one," said the herb-picking scholar, taking over the second turn.

"This is my personal experience."

"My family is poor, so I normally go to help guard the night at our town's charity hall to earn some hard-earned money."

"One night while I was on duty, I heard someone knocking on the door. When I opened it, a cold breath came through and a girl with a bamboo plaque tied to her hand stood outside."

"Startled, I slammed the door shut and called the charity hall's master."

"Do you know why?"

"Hehe, because having a bamboo plaque tied to the hand is the rule at our charity hall, each corpse has a bamboo plaque tied to the wrist to identify the body."

"After that midnight scare, I switched to harvesting herbs on the mountain to supplement my family's income."

The scholar said, still shaken by the memory.

At this moment, the sound of the wind and rain outside the temple grew louder, mixed with the roars of unknown beasts, as if a strange creature was approaching, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

A mysterious expression emerged in Yi Chen's eyes.

"Daoist, it's your turn," urged Li Qingyang, his eyes rolling around, clearly not giving up on his tricks.

The scholar was the same.

"Do you really want me to tell it?" Yi Chen rose and said.

"Of course," the two said in unison.

"My ghost story is—"

Boom!

Yi Chen's figure flashed violently, his big hand suddenly gripping the throat of the reading scholar.

"Is the bamboo plaque of this style?" With a fierce tug, Yi Chen's other hand, which had been tucked in his sleeve, pulled down the scholar's hand that was constantly hidden, and filthy blood spilled out, leaving everyone's eyes wide in shock.

In an instant, the scholar's complexion turned dark, his face covered with greenish-black corpse spots, revealing his true form.

"Evil creature, did you really need me to compel you to show yourself?"

Yi Chen spit out a deep azure Pure Yang force, instantly burning the scholar to ashes.

The girl in red burst into tears at once:

"Daoist, don't kill me. Although I am a disciple of the Evil Sound Sect, I didn't do this. I've never even killed a chicken, let alone use evil magic to harm people."

Being naturally sensitive, Su Su of the Evil Sound Sect was extremely alert. She often heard her senior brothers and sisters say that good and evil cannot coexist and that upon meeting, they'd be at each other with swords drawn. When she ran into Yi Chen in this broken temple, she was scared stiff.

Damn it, the first time she went on a long journey, she encountered a Daoist whose Pure Yang power was like a furnace.

Feeling the mountainous and ocean-like Pure Yang Qi inside the Daoist, she was terrified.

She was going to die.

"You're making too much noise."

"What does your Evil Sound Sect have to do with me?" Yi Chen shouted angrily.

No sooner had he spoken when a Mountain Lord, over five meters long and shrouded in black Qi, elegantly walked into the decrepit temple.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om