Chapter 129 Unacceptable to the World
Should we do it?
This thought popped into Pingyu's mind.
Nezha lay on top of her, blocking all escape routes in the narrow space. He kissed Pingyu again and again, like a large dog with excessive energy.
The burning kisses traveled from his forehead to his neck, showing no sign of stopping. If Pingyu didn't stop, Nezha seemed intent on continuing. The cart wheels rolled over some stones, and the cart lurched violently. Pingyu snapped back to reality; he couldn't let himself sink into this state. He wondered how the journey to the mountain temple was, and doing all this outside… was just too absurd!
Seemingly surprised by such fierce resistance, Nezha stopped moving and was thrown to the ground by Ping Yu's movements. The situation instantly reversed, and Ping Yu took the initiative, straddling him.
"Nezha".
She covered Nezha's mouth, her breath slightly ragged: "If you keep doing this, I won't talk to you anymore."
Pingyu bit his knuckles, his eyes darting around.
Before she could answer, the carriages and horses came to an abrupt halt in the silence.
Outside the window is the mountain behind.
As they landed hand in hand, their load suddenly shifted. The thick, heavy curtains became hanging ivy, and the carriage itself was an empty winter melon. The instant their toes touched the ground, this cobbled-together carriage collapsed with a deafening roar. Only the withered wooden wheels remained in fragments, and where the driver and horse had stood, rats and snakes now occupied their places…
Pingyu stared at all this in astonishment: "What's going on?"
So, is it the mouse riding the snake, or the snake riding the mouse?
No, no, no matter which combination you choose, it's all wrong!
"We've been tricked," Nezha said calmly, stretching his limbs. The carriage had indeed entered the mountains and forests, but there was no sign of the Taoist temple. Looking around, the woods were filled with fruits laden with fruit out of season. The leaves rustled, and countless tiny, beady eyes peered curiously from the shadows. Nezha flipped his wrist, and his Fire-Tipped Spear appeared out of thin air.
Seeing the boy holding a weapon, they were frightened and shrank back.
The "creatures" surrounding them were numerous, yet showed no hostility whatsoever. Ping Yu looked around, finally fixing her gaze on one spot. She reached out and gently pressed down on the fire-tipped spear that Nezha was about to raise. "Nezha, look over there."
Nezha followed her gaze.
From deep within the vegetation, thick purple smoke billowed out like a torrent of water. Ping Yu twitched his nose, then withdrew his hand and pressed it against the hilt of his sword, his brows furrowed: Such heavy demonic energy?
Ordinary demonic energy is thin and easily dispersed. But the demonic energy before us is like grease, almost completely enveloping the entire mountain forest. It solidifies in mid-air, even casting a shadow on the ground.
Ping Yu squinted, staring intently at the churning purple mist, where several blurry figures gradually emerged.
The mice were carrying various objects: fruit platters, suona horns, drums, incense burners...
A dazzling array of items.
Nezha shielded Pingyu behind him, the two of them cautious yet curious. After all, since they began their apprenticeship, they had never seen a demon with such a grand entourage.
After the mice revealed themselves, their beady eyes blinked, and then they all stood at attention. Those holding objects bent at a ninety-degree angle, and those holding musical instruments began to play drums. Ping Yu's heart stirred; in the light and cheerful melody, she saw a figure arriving late from the purple mist. It was four mice wearing tall hats carrying a frame, on which lay an extremely fat, finely dressed, elderly mouse.
The eerie aura emanating from the rat holding a pipe, permeating the grass and woods, came from its mouth, which was filled with tobacco.
Animals can gain intelligence and become demons by absorbing the essence of the sun and moon. Animal immortals are divided into five major families: Hu, Huang, Bai, Liu, and Hui.
The stronger the demon, the more followers it attracts. Judging from the magnificent rat surrounded by so many juniors, it must be the ancestor of the Gray Clan here.
We absolutely cannot afford to offend them...
Ping Yu, holding Nezha, was about to speak when she suddenly felt a weight on her back. The other person had acted first. Ping Yu was forced to bow, and the once arrogant young man was now quite polite, saying respectfully, "Junior Nezha greets Fifth Master Gray."
Although the cultivation world reveres strength, reputable sects place great importance on etiquette. Humans and demons alike are equal as long as they cultivate on the righteous path. Ping Yu had heard of the Five Great Immortals of the Northeast, among whom Master Hui was the eldest patriarch of the Hui family. Seeing such an ancestor before them, Ping Yu felt a little nervous.
They had just stood up when the little mouse carrying the fruit platter came up to them in the blink of an eye. Gray Fifth Master smiled and said, "The wild fruits are sweet, take them and eat."
Pingyu and Nezha thanked him and each picked up a fruit. Whether it was the rat driver or the winter melon carriage, it was undoubtedly the work of Master Gray. The "Taoist priest" from the back mountain that the townspeople spoke of must be him. Nezha didn't know why Master Gray had summoned him and Pingyu, and not wanting to delay, he spoke up: "Master Gray, I've come here today because..."
"I didn't kill those people," Gray Fifth Master interrupted him, raising his hand. "Nor did my disciples or their followers kill them either."
The two men exchanged glances, thinking that Master Hui really did know the inside story. They suppressed their turbulent thoughts and lowered their backs and necks even further. Ping Yu said, "Three people have been killed by him in one day. Although two of them deserve to die, the noodle stall owner's crime does not warrant death. This matter concerns our military discipline and cannot be ignored. I am foolish and humbly request Master Hui to enlighten me."
"That child is from the Hu family, but she was born posthumously. I didn't know her well; I only did her a favor because I felt sorry for her."
What is a posthumous child?
Even if the mother dies, the child can still emerge from her cold body.
Master Grey took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled. The purple smoke spread and expanded in mid-air, unfolding like a scroll, transforming into a smoke theater. The swirling smoke morphed into the appearance of a human and a fox.
"That child's name is 'Hu Lü,' and he is an illegitimate child that the Hu family cannot accept."
It is said that humans and demons are destined to be apart, but all things in this world, as long as they have a heart, are hard to resist the allure of love. A peasant girl rescued a fox injured in winter, and the fox transformed into a handsome man to repay her kindness. The two met, got to know each other, and fell in love, a love that was unacceptable to the world.
A human and a demon fell in love.
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