The old shepherd’s singing halted, as he looked around, seemingly listening for sounds from sowhere.
"Here!"
Only then did "the old shepherd" look up and see Asura, straightening his hunched back, with a look of "shock" followed by quickly waving him over.
"Oh dear, where did this child co from, how did you end up here? Hurry down!"
Finding it amusing, Asura planned to have so fun with the old man, smiling harmlessly.
"I followed my father into the mountains to hunt, got lost chasing butterflies, Grandpa, can you take ho?"
The old shepherd "suddenly realized," a strange light flashing in his eyes, as he kindly walked over and waved.
"Oh, so that’s it, co down quickly, I’ll take you ho, your family must be worried."
Saying this, he ca under the large rock, turning his back.
"Child, co down, I’ll carry you!"
Seeing how easily deceived the human elder was, Asura inwardly cursed him as a fool. Believing it so easily? But he kept an innocent smile, and from the rock, jumped "hey!" onto the "old shepherd’s" back.
As the old man took hold with both hands, he staggered a bit, showing a aningful smile, "Oh, little fellow is quite heavy, almost strained my old back."
After regaining his balance, he held Asura with one hand while using a bamboo stick to herd the sheep, turning back.
Asura, slling the old man’s scent, showed a repulsive expression, deciding to let the elder live a bit longer before acting, and tried to chat a bit.
"Grandpa, what were you singing just now?"
The shepherd answered, "Little child, that was a mountain song sung by the folks of our Qingshan County. It tells the story of Military Officer Chen slaying demons, a famous figure from our county!"
"I have t Lord Chen before, even lived on the sa street," he added.
Upon hearing this, Asura was unexpectedly delighted, unwittingly ignoring the old shepherd’s expression when speaking, showing excitent.
"Oh, so you know where he used to live?"
"Of course," the old shepherd replied proudly.
Upon hearing this, the harmless deanor slowly faded from Asura’s face, revealing sharp teeth with a taunting tone.
"Old man, I’m curious, aren’t you afraid of demons and ghosts in these deep woods?"
The old shepherd seed totally unaware, continuing to smile, "Hehe, little child, you must not know. When the great man was here, demons dared not show themselves in the Eight Hundred Miles Langdang Mountain, naturally, I have nothing to fear."
Hearing this, Asura found it even more amusing, patting the old man’s shoulder and smiling with an impossibly wide grin, filled with sharp teeth,
"Old man, turn around!"
The old shepherd turned, only to see a massive blood-red mouth coming to bite his head.
The childlike eyes above were filled with maniacal amusent and anticipation.
Asura thought the human elder would be frightened, scream, or cry for help—he loved such trivial tricks, using their fear to vent the frustration of being oppressed by the monks from the Western Soil.
But the expected reaction didn’t occur; instead, the old man facing the monstrous mouth was laughing!
This "eerie" scene made Asura feel a chill rapidly rise up his scalp.
He never expected anyone to be more bored than him.
It seed he was just a piece in the ga setup!
In Asura’s suspicious and aggressive gaze, the human elder before him opened his mouth, releasing a smoke that enveloped him.
The smoke directly entered its mouth, making its consciousness muddled; fear surged in its heart as it struggled to wake, but its eyelids grew heavier.
Soon, it closed its eyes, falling into darkness, passing out.
anwhile, the elder carrying him transford suddenly, back straightening fast, old face and clothes fading into glorious attire—none other than Chen Yuan!
Chen Yuan tossed the unconscious Asura before him as if handling a chick.
He looked at this creature, confirming its state, with a sarcastic smile in his eyes.
The reason he went through such effort was not simply to kill it—he needed to know why it appeared here.
Even if capturing it directly, causing a commotion, and alerting it to the danger would make it hard to extract information.
Thus, he had another plan!
Thinking of this, he raised another hand, using sword finger and urged a white energy toward the demon’s brow.
Simultaneously, he murmured, "Transference!"
Dream Transference Divine Ability was activated.
This divine ability Chen Yuan hadn’t used for quite so ti; using his spirit as the guide, he silently infiltrated the target’s dream realm. Once inside, the practitioner could weave illusions to imrse the target, achieving their goal in this chaotic dream realm.
For beings with powerful primordial spirits like the Dragon Tiger Demon, even with Chen Yuan suppressing a realm, success wasn’t easy—best timing is when the target is shocked.
This was why Chen Yuan perford such a play.
Unexpectedly, "the target" cooperated, finishing the role play.
Soon, the white energy from Chen Yuan’s fingertip spread like fog, blurring the surroundings.
In Asura’s vision, the sa forest appeared. Amidst the smoke confusion, a golden Buddha light erged, pulling him from the daze.
A Buddha call, and a saint monk in a white robe appeared in the world—a void projection, Buddha light radiant, Buddhist chants resonating, while that human elder sent laughter dying skywards, transforming into a fearso armored general!
Hidden identity was the legendary Martial Saint Chen!
Unaware, Asura was discovered, furious and terrified.
Soon, this Martial Saint General and the projecting Arhat Venerable fought in the forest, a battle of epic proportions.
Eventually, the Venerable hurriedly left after the battle, taking him back to Jingguan City.
At Cien Temple in Jingguan City, he debriefed Venerable reluctantly.
"Reporting, Venerable, since receiving the dharma decree, accompanying the Ninth Mountain Troops...
...
From "escaping death back to Jingguan City," Asura awoke from ditation, pupils focusing.
He found darkness around, hearing the rustle of leaves driven by the wind.
No, he seed to be lying down.
Instinctively he attempted to rise, staggering nearly falling over.
A strange sensation spread throughout his body.
Where were his feet?
Looking down, Asura found four thick white legs covered in white fur, ending in bifurcated hooves and deep brown horn.
With disbelief, his pupils bewildered, wasn’t he ditating in Cien Temple? Where was this? How did he turn into this?
He was furious and scared, trying to shout for help, only realizing his neck was tied, forcing a sound through his throat.
"Baa!"
A sheep bleat echoed, freezing Asura’s mind in the dark of night.
Eyes wide, confusion, shock, fear.
"Damn, what on earth is happening?"
Not believing it, he desperately kicked and shouted.
Result...
"Baa baa..."
The sheep’s bleat danced in the night air, reaching his own ears.
From a third person’s view, one could see a courtyard with Qingzhu, where a sheep was tied to a sturdy bamboo by a hemp rope, bleating wildly, pulling and kicking, attempting escape.
The bleating sounded pitiful in the dark.
It also carried a tinge of indignation!
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