Mountain Patrol Military Officer-Chapter 30 - : Where Did This Bald Donkey Come From, Chop! (Seeking Monthly Ticket for Follow-up Reading)

Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Where Did This Bald Donkey Come From, Chop! (Seeking Monthly Ticket for Follow-up Reading)

"Another one!"

"Can't these guys ever be killed off completely?"

The dark shadow slowly emerged from the darkness.

It was a leopard about ten feet long, its whole body covered in pitch-black fur.

Its streamlined body concealed a dangerous aura.

"Should we... offer it to the Mountain Lord?" the bald-headed strange bird spoke intermittently in human language.

The black leopard shook its head.

"There are distinguished guests who have traveled from afar, instructing the Mountain Lord in the scriptures, we must not disturb them."

Speaking, the leopard glanced towards a mountaintop in the secluded valley.

Just at that moment,

A great laughter echoed, causing the entire valley to resonate.

"Thank you master for resolving my doubts,"

"Once I use this to break free from the karma barrier, I can take the final step."

"Three days from now, it will be time for this lord to take a wife, please be sure to grace us with your presence, master."

Halfway up the mountain, a quiet and elegant courtyard.

A black-cloaked Young Lord with tiger eyes and a broad face laughed boisterously, shaking the surrounding mountains and forests.

Opposite him was a middle-aged monk with drooping brows.

Dressed in a monk's robe with a dignified appearance, he responded with a Zen tone.

Bowing his head:

"This monk has a karmic connection with the Mountain Lord, and will certainly come."

Having said that, the middle-aged monk transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the mountains.

As for the black-cloaked Young Lord, watching the disappearing streak of light, his eyes gradually turned cold and sinister.

"What does this bald donkey have in mind for this lord?"

"His ability to send his Yin God on a journey suggests he's been targeting me for some time."

"Hmph!"

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"But once this lord takes the final step in the Third Realm, the first thing I'll do is devour this bald donkey."

With those words, he revealed a chilling set of white teeth.

Meanwhile, outside this serene and elegant courtyard, another scene unfolded.

Among the forest, white bones lay scattered about, a terrifying and chilling sight.

.......

Three hundred miles away, under the night sky, Qingshan County.

In Chen Yuan's small courtyard.

White Fox squatted among the rockeries in the courtyard, worshiping the moon in a strange pose.

Threads of pure moonlight, almost invisible to the naked eye, entered the body of White Fox.

The White Fox's moon worship seemed to be a form of Cultivation passed down through its bloodline!

Inside the house at this moment, Little squirrel lay on a lounge chair.

Seemingly asleep.

At this, its dark, glistening eyes flicked open and looked around.

It scanned the interior.

No one was there!

That detestable fellow wasn't around.

He'd gone out.

Just thinking about how all its hard-earned stash had been greedily devoured by that detestable fellow made it so angry that its belly swelled.

Its eyes turned in the dark, and then it focused on the inner room.

After that, with a "swoosh", it darted inside.

Next, it spotted the oil lamp flickering in the corner.

A glint of joy in its eyes.

With a hop, its belly swelled.

Then, with a breath,

The oil lamp was sucked into its belly.

It then mischievously hopped around in Chen Yuan's house.

All sorts of things—clothes, ink, everything—were swallowed up.

After doing all this, Little squirrel made its way to the rooftop.

Eyeing White Fox,

It puffed its cheeks.

Traitor.

Then, with a huff, it shot away from the courtyard.

It was ready to run away from home!

And relocate its stash in the cave.

It didn't want to see that detestable fellow ever again.

Soon, Little squirrel slipped out of the city quietly.

It arrived at its original den.

Perhaps feeling nostalgic about the place, it spat out the oil lamp from its belly, hugged it, and joyfully dashed towards its pile of food.

Thinking, it would first get a good night's sleep.

At that moment, high in the sky.

It was a dark night with strong winds, a streak of light gliding through the darkness.

Suddenly, it stopped.

The shadow inside solidified, revealing a middle-aged monk in a monk's robe.

In the dark mountains, there was a point of light.

It captivated him!

The monk's figure fluttered and descended.

He arrived at the entrance of a cave in the midst of the thicket.

Inside, there was a dim glow of firelight flickering, but the monk seemed to feel as if he were bathed in Buddha's light.

It warmed his Yin God and made it more solid.

The middle-aged monk's originally tranquil brows furrowed shut, and he took a gentle breath.

Then he opened his eyes and walked inside.

There, a large pile of grain and a Little squirrel holding an oil lamp, sleeping.

The monk's gaze quickly fell upon the oil lamp.

His eyes, following the flame's dance,

began to surge violently.

As if on the green lamp, an ancient Buddha was chanting the Zen sounds of the Great Way.

With a single gesture, he summoned the oil lamp to him.

Along with the Little squirrel that was holding it.

The Little squirrel woke with a start from the commotion.

Opening its beady black eyes, it saw a bald head, smiling amiably, staring intently at it.

"Little fairy, how about you give this to poor monk?"

Under the candlelight, that smile seemed eerie.

The Little squirrel, frightened, chirped incessantly, its fur bristling, then it took a deep breath, intending to swallow the oil lamp.

It was its possession!

"Bang"

But the monk's face continued to bear a smile, as he flicked his finger.

And knocked the Little squirrel hard against the cave wall.

"Treasures belong to those who are fated to have them. If this item is fated to be mine, then it is mine!"

The monk chuckled in the shadow of the candlelight.

While at this moment, the Little squirrel emitted a feeble chirp and, from its tiny mouth, trickled crimson blood.

However, it still struggled, shakily climbing back up.

And spat at the monk.

It spat out an inkstone,

hurling it at the monk.

The middle-aged monk exhaled sharply,

shattering the inkstone to pieces.

Then, with a profound look in his eyes,

"Since you, Little fellow, refuse to see reason, poor monk will sever this karma."

Saying that, he raised his hand.

A streak of Qi was about to lash out!

Just then,

a thunderous roar of anger:

"Where did this bald ass come from, behead!"

A sword light suddenly split the air.

Striking at the middle-aged monk.

The sword light was piercingly cold.

The monk's expression changed slightly.

His fingers formed a lotus gesture,

Lotus after lotus bloomed forth in mid-air, blocking the buzzing sword light.

Then, the lotuses began to rotate.

The air whistled sharply.

The surging force directly shredded the sword light!

Afterward, the monk's calm yet deep gaze shifted to the entrance of the cave.

At this moment, a figure stood there, eyes flickering with sword light, furious.

Chen Yuan had arrived!

He took in the Little squirrel, turning it into his Contracted Demon.

He was originally patrolling outside, sensing movement towards the outskirts of the city.

And had followed.

Only to see this eerie monk, snatching the oil lamp.

What exactly was this thing?

Why did every Demon and Ghost crave it?

He saw the little one, badly injured, and a surge of fury cleansed his chest.

With a beckoning gesture, he summoned the weak chirping creature to him.

He stroked its head, passing a breath of True Qi into it.

Then, he placed it in his embrace.

Next, his eyes suddenly sharpened,

and the Sword Qi within him let out a thunderous clang.

His entire being like a sword unsheathed, burst forth with an unrivaled edge.

Then, with the surrounding force swirling wildly,

Sword Qi materialized in the void, rapidly converging into a great Big Sword.

And in a swift action, he beheaded the bald assailant.

Instantly, the entire mountain was crushed by the sword energy.