Not long after the child took the paper back from Ji Yuan, lightning in the sky began to become more frequent and the thunder became louder and louder.
The sky soon darkened, but there was only thunder but no rain. Ji Yuan stayed in the small restaurant, helping the restaurant owner and his sons and a waiter to clean up the mess in the restaurant together with the three scholars. He had no intention of setting out to track down the woman.
Throughout the city, people from the yamen were very efficient in posting portraits and notices of the thieves everywhere. In addition to those given by Ji Yuan and posted in key places, there were also yamen painters who copied more and posted them in a wider area. Local martial artists also spontaneously mobilized to investigate the "scum of the martial arts world."
"Crack... Boom..."
The lightning seemed to have struck directly on someone's roof or yard, causing faint screams from the distance to ring in Ji Yuan's ears. Ji Yuan, who was drinking tea in the cleaned-up tavern, also stood up when he heard the screams.
"Boom..."
Ji Yuan looked outside the tavern and saw lightning in the sky forming bright tracks and striking down in the city.
At the same time, in a courtyard in the southeast corner of the city, an old man in plain clothes was struck by lightning and fell directly to the ground.
"Ah... Daddy!" "Old man!"
"Dad, how are you?"
The family members nearby gathered together in panic, only to see another bolt of lightning strike the old man who was about to stand up, burning him to a crisp.
The old man neither screamed nor cried out during the whole process. He just looked up blankly at the dark clouds and flashing lightning in the sky.
"How could it be? Why did it strike me? Ji Yuan shouldn't be able to resist lightning here, right?"
Amid the old man's exclamation, Yan reflected more lightning, and he stood up and ran away almost at the same moment.
“Crack…Boom…” “Crack…Boom…” “Crack…Boom…”…
The old man was incredibly fast, he went through the house and climbed over the wall in one go. Lightning bolts almost chased after him and struck him. Some of them hit him directly, while others were blocked by the eaves, big trees and other objects, but they would soon break through the roof and split the trees.
'Why can Ji Yuan resist thunder? Why?'
Seeing that the thunder was almost following him and striking him, the True Demon who had transformed into an old man was almost certain that it was Ji Yuan who was controlling the thunder. This situation was very difficult for him to accept. Why could he only try his best to change his appearance and not do whatever he wanted, while Ji Yuan could already call upon the power of heaven? And because of the limitations here, this seemingly ordinary thunder also caused the True Demon considerable pain.
In his current state, even though he is a real demon, and even though the lightning falling from the sky may seem ordinary, it still causes great pain to the real demon and he cannot bear it too much.
Under such circumstances, it was impossible to stay in the city for long. Deciding that it was not suitable to stay in the city for too long, the real demon did not dare to stay for too long. On the way, he endured the pain of being struck several times and rushed out of the city, temporarily leaving this place, and then came back with another plan.
Wanted notices for the vicious woman "Zhen Mo" were posted everywhere in the city. As the hottest topic, people in every neighborhood were discussing the vicious woman, which made Zhen Mo feel even more uneasy. He just couldn't figure out what Ji Yuan was doing.
But as the saying goes, running away is the best policy. As long as they can avoid the danger of being controlled by Ji Yuan, the real devil has the patience to waste time in this world, but Ji Yuan may not. Even if this is just in the depths of Monk Mo Yun's heart, time flows extremely fast compared to the outside world, but it is also time-consuming.
The defenses in the city were useless to the True Demon. He did not go through the city gate, but directly climbed over the city wall and ran wildly towards the distance outside the city, crossing the river, passing through the forest, passing through the village, entering the mountain, and climbing the mountain...
One day later, the old man transformed by the real devil stood blankly on a ridge of a mountain, staring into the distance. Beyond the mountain, there was only a gray area with some vague scenery in the distance, but it seemed out of reach and full of unreality.
"Boom..."
The thunder above his head awakened the True Demon. He looked up and saw that the dark clouds had extended here, with lightning flashing across the clouds.
At the same time, the true demon could vaguely hear various whispers and scolding in his ears, and what made him even more unbearable was a strange sound of chanting, as if many monks of all sizes were surrounding him and chanting various scriptures.
"Born to know goodness is a blessing, good is the Great Ming King Buddha..."
"Those who like to hate will suffer three disasters and nine tribulations. Good be to the Great Bright King Buddha..."
"Demons that disturb people's hearts should be killed, and demons that harm the world should be eliminated. Good is the Great Ming King Buddha!"
“If I don’t go to hell, who will…” “If I don’t go to hell, who will…”
"Good be to the Great Bright King Buddha..."
“Boom…” “Boom…”
Lightning bolts struck again and again, hitting the True Demon, causing him great pain. However, compared to the physical pain, the irritation brought by the sound was even more unbearable for the True Demon. Even bursts of black air began to spread from his body, and no one knew whether it was caused by lightning or for some other reason.
"Ah... stop reciting, stop reciting, you bald ass, stop reciting, ah—"
The real devil knelt on the top of the mountain with his head in his hands. Thunderbolts fell from the sky, and it seemed that they were no longer lightning, but waves of chanting sounds that drilled into his head. The scenery in front and behind him began to gradually tear and distort.
In the distant city, Ji Yuan looked up at the sky in the direction of the true demon at the door of the restaurant, then turned to look at the child who was lying on the counter in the hall reading a book.
"Mo Yun, Ji will take his leave first."
"Sir, are you leaving? But you haven't pawned your swords yet."
The child’s name was not Mo Yun, but Mr. Ji kept calling him that, and he didn’t feel much repulsion.
Hearing that the other party was still thinking about compensation for the damaged restaurant facilities, Ji Yuan smiled embarrassedly.
"Ji has something to do, so I'd better ask you to pawn this knife for me."
"oh… "
After Ji Yuan finished speaking, he nodded and stepped out of the tavern and walked towards the far end of the street. Amid the roaring thunder in the sky, tiny tears appeared all around him. He looked back and saw bursts of golden Buddha light spreading over the increasingly dark tavern.
This world disappeared into thin air, and Ji Yuan returned to the darkness again, but this time he was not alone. A blurry figure surrounded by demonic energy and somewhat shaky was just opposite Ji Yuan. At his waist, there were really tiny sword intentions that were always cutting through the demonic energy.
"Huh... Huh... Huh..."
The real golem seemed to have suffered some kind of trauma and was in a very bad condition.
"Ji Yuan, what kind of magic can you perform?"
Ji Yuan looked at this real demon with great interest. At first he didn't understand why the other party seemed to have suffered a blow beyond his expectations, but he soon figured it out.
"Buddhism emphasizes conquering demons, both external and internal. You were just injured by Mo Yun's method of conquering demons in your heart."
Although it was Ji Yuan who helped, what he said was also true.
The True Demon's face was very blurry at this moment, as if his body was constantly twisting slightly. When he heard Ji Yuan's words, he suddenly looked up, and his eyes turned purple-red.
"It's not you? It's that little bald donkey? I'll kill him!"
The True Demon knew that the situation was extremely bad at this moment, so he didn't care about Mo Yun, the container, helping him to block the restraint of the Immortal Binding Rope. Anyway, the situation was so bad, so he might as well kill Mo Yun directly to vent his anger.
"Hehehe... It's too late..."
A hoarse and low laugh accompanied by a strange voice sounded behind the True Demon. The latter turned slightly to look behind him, and saw a monster as big as a mountain standing behind him in the darkness, with a pair of eyes like the Nine Nether Spring looking at him with cold light.
"what?"
The True Demon almost subconsciously fled in this spaceless mind gap, but at the same time, Ji Yuan stretched out his hand and waved it, and the sword intent on the True Demon's body continued to vibrate and gather, turning into a sword shadow that looked like a green vine sword, and with a ray of sword light, it cut the True Demon's body.
"Puff..."
A large amount of demonic energy was torn apart by the sword intent and continuously spread out of the body of the True Demon. Before the True Demon could even scream in pain, the giant beast behind him, whose appearance could not even be seen in the darkness, had already stretched out its neck and opened its huge mouth as terrifying as the abyss.
"Roar… "
Because of the injury deep in Mo Yun's soul, and the sword that Ji Yuan strangled out from the True Demon's body, the severely injured True Demon had no time to recover with the method of the demon body, and was swallowed by the huge mouth of Xiezhi.
"boom… "
The Xiezhi's huge mouth closed, making a dull sound, followed by a "crunching" sound, more like the sound of sharp teeth grinding in its mouth. Twisted demonic energy continued to leak out from between its lips and teeth, but often when the Xiezhi took a deep breath, the energy would be sucked back into its mouth.
"Is that the solution?"
Ji Yuan asked curiously, and Xiezhi rolled his eyes rarely.
"How is that possible? It's a real demon after all. I'll have to chew it for a while. Unfortunately, real demons have many incarnations. I don't know if what I eat this time can kill it."
Ji Yuan grinned and looked at the Xiezhi.
"So do you want to make up for it?"
"Hehehehehe... make up!"
…
Not long after, Ji Yuan, who was standing next to the old monk Mo Yun, opened his eyes. Just a moment later, monk Mo Yun also woke up, but found himself tied up with a golden rope.
"Uh, Mr. Ji, what is this?"
"Oh, nothing, it's all right now."
The rope that bound the immortal was taken away by Ji Yuan. After breaking free from the restraints, Mo Yun clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name. He did not have much memory of some things that happened deep in his heart, but he still had a vague feeling that they remained.
"Good be to the Great Ming King Buddha, Mr. Ji, what should we do with this young Master Li?"
The trap set for the real devil lasted two days in Mo Yun's inner world, but only a moment outside. The Li family members were still unconscious on the ground, but the baby on the bed was babbling and waving its arms and legs.
"This baby's origin seems to be very unusual, otherwise it would be impossible for the real demon to appear immediately. I..."
Before Ji Yuan finished speaking, he suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart. This feeling was familiar and unfamiliar, making him uneasy. He almost subconsciously focused his attention on the world within his body.
Above the sky of artistic conception mountains and rivers, there are many stars shining. Some of the stars emitting special light represent the chess pieces, whether formed or unformed, and the destined people who will become chess pieces or not.
But in the distant side of the sky, a star that had never been seen before appeared there, emitting a gray light.
"piece!"
Ji Yuan’s Dharma body couldn’t help but make a shocked sound between the endless mountains and rivers within his body. The mighty sound continued to echo between heaven and earth, like rolling thunder.
The Dharma body moved in the direction of the sky and the earth, and in an instant it approached the sky, staring at the stars in the sky.
The mountains and rivers in Ji Yuan's artistic conception seemed to be interacting faintly with the outside world, and the star seemed to be just vaguely projected into the world within him, but Ji Yuan could confirm that it was a chess piece, and this chess piece did not belong to him, Ji Yuan.