Chapter 296: Mount Xumi, Leiyin Ancient Temple
At the foot of Mount Sumeru.

The last time Yang Jian came here his name was Luohou.

Relying on the cultivation of Fairy Caixia, he has no rivals in the world.

Revisiting the old place at this time.

The past glory only exists in memory.

He couldn't help but be dazed.

"Hey, wake up, what are you daydreaming about!"

The noise in his ears and the swaying delicate hands in front of him brought him back to his senses.

In front of him was a familiar face, the first monster he met in Rakshasa City, Jinniang.

He now turned into a tiger demon and became the guard of the Rakshasa City caravan.

Jinniang was also in the team, and for some unknown reason she sought his support.

As for why Jinniang gave up her prostitution and wanted to leave Rakshasa City.

She said that she was ready to retire and quit her job, and wanted to find an honest monster to marry.

But there are other rumors within the team.

It is said that Jinniang was lucky enough to trick a big shot, and that big shot gave her a bottle of top-grade elixir, which was enough for her to practice and become an immortal.

In order to avoid retaliation, he decided to leave Rakshasa City.

Yang Jian agreed with this.

Because he was the guy who was tricked by him.

The other monsters in the team were always planning to take a piece of meat from Jinniang.

In addition, Jinniang's appearance and figure are extremely beautiful, which makes her even more dangerous.

To other monsters, Jinniang is a walking piece of fat meat, and any monster who sees her wants to play with her.

If she really has a top-grade elixir, that would be great. Even if she doesn't, it would be worth it to have a taste of her beauty.

So along the way, Jinniang can only rely on getting closer to the tiger demon, who is the incarnation of Yang Jian, in order to exchange for her own safety.

"If I had known it was so dangerous outside, I would have stayed in the city."

She had no idea of ​​giving up many times, but now that she was here, she could only take it one step at a time.

Staying in the city is not a good idea either, because the guy she cheated may come back and cause trouble at any time.

She is small and of low status and cannot afford the responsibility.

She left Rakshasa City and came to Mount Xumi, intending to try a path to heaven.

She wants to climb Mount Sumeru.

Jinniang couldn't help laughing when she noticed that the tiger demon was staring at Mount Xumi in a daze. Seeing that the other party came back to his senses after being called by her, she chuckled and said, "Don't you want to go up the mountain? It's easy to go up the mountain. I was planning to go up the mountain anyway. If you ask me, I will tell you a way."

"any solution?"

"This mountain is full of bald donkeys. If you want to climb up, you have to shave the hair on your head. As long as you shave the hair on the tiger's head, Jinniang will help you climb up."

"really?"

Yang Jian was surprised. He didn't expect that Mount Xumi was so undefended. He was originally worrying about how to get up there.

The protective formation of Mount Xumi monitors the breath of all things. Every tree is registered in the book from morning till night, and anything that enters will be detected.

If it was really as simple as Jinniang said, it would save him a lot of worry.

"Hahaha, you actually believed it!"

Jinniang laughed heartily. She was very happy to see the tiger demon making a fool of himself.

Yang Jian was upset. This female demon had cheated him once before and he hadn't settled the score with her yet. Now she dared to play tricks on him.

He gave him a cold look and walked towards other places. He wanted to see if there were any monks from the Western religion here so that he could take the opportunity to possess and enter Mount Sumeru.

At this time, he was in a market opened by a caravan at the foot of Mount Sumeru.

When a caravan reaches a monster settlement, they always stop to do some business.

Those who come to buy things or barter are all monsters from the surrounding area.

Every time a caravan arrives, it is a grand event for these monsters.

They would take out their aged treasures and go to the monster market, hoping to see if they could exchange them for some supplies that would be helpful for their practice.

The monsters here look strange and bizarre, and are even more wild than the monsters in Uttarakuru.

It is common for people to fight on the spot because of a disagreement or jealousy over treasures.

Yang Jian, who had transformed into a tiger demon at this time, was responsible for protecting the safety of the caravan in the market.

As for the disputes among monsters outside the caravan, he didn't care at all. Strangely enough, these monsters lived at the foot of Mount Xumi, and were exposed to Buddhism every day, but they were still wild and unruly.

Yang Jian walked forward, and in front of him was a square with many monsters in it, including cow horns, cat ears, elephant trunks, and giraffes waving high in the air.

There was a mixture of shrill, sharp and chaotic shouts.

From time to time, a roar would come out of the mouth of a monster.

There are monkeys chirping, bulls mooing, hens clucking, ducks quacking, and many other sounds that need not be described in detail.

Everything here smells like animal manure, mixed with the sweat accumulated by these monsters over thousands of years. The sour stench is enough to kill Yang Jian's sense of smell.

Yang Jian originally wanted to stay away from this stinking hell, but the reflective light in front of him made him decide to stay for a while.

It was a bald head, shining in the sun like a flickering golden flame.

Yang Jian knew very well what it meant to meet a bald man at the foot of Mount Xumi.

Apart from being a disciple of Western religion, he has no other identity.

Yang Jian walked over, stretched out his tiger claws and greeted him.

"Holy monk! What a fate."

The bald man turned around and found that it was a strange tiger demon. He was immediately confused: "Who are you?"

"The holy monk must be a great monk from the Leiyin Ancient Temple. I admire Buddhism but have no way to seek it. I feel very close to the holy monk when I see him. I wonder if I can~"

Yang Jian expressed his admiration for Buddhism while flattering the monk in front of him.

The monk was obviously pleased with the flattery. He felt a little elated and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

Seeing that the time had come, Yang Jian expressed his request to enter Mount Xumi to listen to Buddhist teachings.

The monk came to his senses, looked at the tiger demon in front of him who admired Buddhism, and stretched out his right hand as if unintentionally, and pinched his index finger and thumb together and rubbed them.

Yang Jian realized that the monk wanted benefits.

However, all the items on his body were put into his sleeves, and were tainted with the aura of his magic power.

Using these things to bribe is tantamount to sending evidence to the hands of Western religions.

Yang Jian could only pretend not to understand, hoping to impress the monk with his pretended piety.

"Hey~"

Seeing that the tiger demon did not respond, the monk sighed and said, "My dear demon donor, I can feel your sincerity, but I lack wisdom and affinity with the Buddha. Please come back next time."

After saying this, the monk turned around and left, leaving Yang Jian standing there in a daze.

Yang Jian cursed in his heart, he would not give up just like that.

It transformed itself into a flying insect and silently attached itself to the monk's robe.

As long as he doesn't report to the caravan leader, they will naturally release the original tiger demon to cover up his traces.

Yang Jian thought that the monk would just wander around for a while and then return to the mountain.

Who would have thought that this guy was walking around and looking around, seemingly casually, but his actions had a direction, that is, he only stayed in front of the banshee and asked about the price of rouge.

The monk's eyes were burning with desire.

The witch responded with laughter and scolding: "Bald donkey buying rouge! Go away, don't make trouble."

The monk didn't buy the banshee's honest response.

Until he came to a place that Yang Jian was very familiar with.

There is also a stall selling women's accessories.

On it were placed rouge, agate comb, eyebrow ink, lip balm, flower ornaments, and forehead pigment.

The owner of the stall is Jinniang.

What she was selling were the rouge and powder that she used on a daily basis. She was selling these just to prove that she wanted to retire.

"Monster donor, how much is the rouge?"

The monk asked skillfully. The stunning beauty of Jinniang in front of him made him want to taste the flavor of a red-faced skeleton.

Jinniang seemed to have been prepared: "Rouge is not a vulgar thing, it is only for accompanying the green lamp."

The monk's eyes lit up, and for a moment he was like a sex-hungry ghost. He screamed in excitement, and his boiling desire made it impossible for him to control himself.

He walked around the stall and went straight into the tent behind Jinniang.

Jinniang looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so she packed up her stall and went into the tent.

Under Mount Sumeru, the earth was shaking.

(End of this chapter)