Chapter 95 There is a snoring monster under the door
Ajiu closed his eyes.
Countless broken images and sounds flooded into her mind.
She "saw" her ancestor, wearing a white sacrificial robe, holding a grass very similar to this one, chanting in front of a huge stone gate that sealed something.
She also "saw" the people of the Wugut tribe. They knelt in front of the stone gate, their faces filled with piety and enthusiasm, and they chanted, "Welcome our god... to return to the earth..."
Ajiu suddenly opened her eyes, and the light of the Nether Grass in her hand gradually faded, and finally turned into an ordinary-looking black grass, but with a faint blue pattern on the leaves.
She gently pulled it out of the skeleton, along with the soil at the roots.
"Sir! Brother Xiong Xiong!"
Ajiu held the grass in his hand and ran to them as if he was offering a treasure.
"I know! I know it all!" she gasped.
"That bad grandpa, they don't want this straw, they want to use it to open a door that's locked with a bad guy! Under the door, there's a huge, sleeping monster!"
"Ajiu," Chu Xuanyi felt his throat a little dry. He swallowed hard and then squatted down.
"Tell me again, tell me exactly what's hidden under that door?"
"What a huge, sleeping monster!" Seeing the serious look on the Imperial Master's face, Ajiu tried hard to organize her words. She stretched out her two little arms and opened them wide, trying to describe the size of the monster.
"Bigger than...bigger than the biggest room in the Imperial Master's Mansion, the hall where you bask in the sun and drink tea! It's snoring! Snore! Snore!"
She even imitated the sounds vividly, her little face flushed red, her cheeks puffed up, and she looked like a kitten trying hard to imitate the roar of a tiger.
Chu Xuanyi: "..."
He felt his temples throbbing again.
"That... snoring sound, what does it sound like?"
This time, it was Xiao Yu who spoke.
Chu Xuanyi looked at him in shock.
You really believed that, bro? You even discussed the details of her snoring with her? Has your style of painting been completely distorted by this idiot?
When Ajiu heard Xiao Yu's question, he immediately became alert.
She tilted her head, trying hard to recall the chaotic images and sounds in her mind, and then answered seriously: "It's black! The breath I exhale is all black! It smells...it smells like a lot of rotten eggs put together and then gone bad!"
"The smell of sulfur..." Xiao Yu's eyes suddenly darkened.
Chu Xuanyi's heart skipped a beat, and the nonchalant look on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Outside the western border of Daqi, at the end of the vast yellow sand, there is a volcanic area called the "Demon Realm". Its valleys are filled with this rich, rotten egg-like sulfur gas all year round.
There were sporadic records in ancient books that it was once the place where a powerful demon lived in ancient times, and was later sealed by an unknown god with the power to reach all heaven and earth.
Chu Xuanyi suddenly felt a chill on his back, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
He looked at the ordinary black grass in Jiu's hand, and his eyes became extremely complicated.
"Let's go, leave here first." Xiao Yu made a quick decision.
He bent down and naturally took one of Ajiu's hands. His warm and dry big hand completely wrapped around her cold little hand.
As Jiu was being held by him, the panic in his heart caused by receiving too much terrible information instantly dissipated for the most part.
Brother Xiongxiong’s hands are so warm. As long as he holds my hand, no matter how big the monster is, it seems that it is not so scary anymore.
Chu Xuanyi came to his senses and hurriedly caught up, not forgetting to look back at the bones all over the ground for the last time, and felt a chill in his heart.
When we returned to the Regent's Palace, it was already dawn.
Chu Xuanyi almost immediately pressed Xiao Yu onto the armchair in the study and placed two slender fingers on his pulse.
After a moment, Chu Xuanyi let go of his hand. His handsome face, which usually wore a lazy smile, was now darker than the bottom of a pot.
"Tsk, this is troublesome." He frowned, his face full of disgust and solemnity. "Although that old ghost's soul-eating poison didn't directly damage your soul, it left behind a trace of extremely sinister evil energy. Like a sticky piece of taffy, it's stuck tightly in your meridians. It's even more troublesome than the last poison."
Xiao Yu's expression didn't change. He picked up the cold tea on the table, took a sip, and said "hmm" lightly.
"You just say 'hmm'? That's all you can say 'hmm'? Do you know how serious this is?" Chu Xuanyi was furious. He walked around the table twice, swinging his whisk with a "snapping" sound.
"If this evil energy had been replaced by any other military officer in the court, they would have long since turned into a pool of sludge emitting black mist! Only you, relying on your murderous aura condensed as substance and your foundation as deep as ten thousand years of black iron, can temporarily suppress it! But this is only a temporary solution, my prince! Can you suppress it for the first day, but not the fifteenth day? In the long run, it will slowly erode your foundation, causing your cultivation to regress, and even leading to demonic possession!"
"So?" Xiao Yu finally raised his eyes and calmly looked at his friend who was on the verge of going berserk.
"So, the antidote must be made quickly!" Chu Xuanyi said, looking at the treasure in Jiu's palm with burning eyes - the Nether Grass.
"The key to success or failure lies in it! The Nether Grass feeds on resentment and death energy. It is inherently yin and evil, but precisely because of this, it can attract and devour evil energy of the same origin. Fighting poison with poison is the only way!"
Upon hearing this, Jiu immediately hugged the grass in his arms like a cat whose tail was stepped on, took two steps back, and looked at him with an extremely vigilant look.
"Sir, you can't burn it with fire anymore! It's afraid of pain! It will cry!"
"If I don't burn it, how can I make an antidote for your fierce brother?" He patiently explained, "Little Ajiu, listen to me. This isn't just any ordinary fire. It's the Pure Yang Talisman Fire that I've cultivated for twenty years! It's incredibly strong and yang, able to purify the messy resentment and death energy clinging to it, extracting only the purest, most essential medicinal properties! Do you understand? This is for its own good, and for your fierce brother's as well!"
Ajiu shook his head as if he understood, but his little hands still held the grass tightly with a firm attitude.
"It said...it doesn't want to go to your house." Ah Jiu muttered softly, "It said the fire in your house is too fierce and it doesn't like it. It said your house smells like burning paper."
Chu Xuanyi almost couldn't breathe. He pointed at his nose, his handsome face flushed with anger.
"Me? Fierce? I'm the most popular and approachable Imperial Preceptor in the capital! How many noble ladies have nearly broken down the threshold of the Imperial Preceptor's residence just to ask for a peace amulet from me! The air in my residence is filled with the fragrance of elixir and pure air! What's the smell of burning paper?"
"It said it likes the smell of Brother Xiongxiong." Jiu completely ignored his explanation, "It's cool and comfortable, like the moon at night."
Chu Xuanyi: "..."
OK.
He gave up.
He shouldn't have bothered with a blade of grass and a fool who could talk to the grass.
He took a deep breath, gave up communicating, turned to look at Xiao Yu, and signaled with his eyes: Take care of your family!
In the end, it was Xiao Yu who spoke.
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