Night, Demon Palace.
The Demon Lord was very unhappy because someone was so bold as to deceive the monsters and seduce the little monsters under his command, causing them to stop practicing seriously.
"What's going on?" Lord Demon said coldly.
The Demon Lord is the ultimate demon in the world. The so-called demon means: if you disagree with him for a single word, your entire family will be killed; if you disagree with him for a second time, your corpses will float for a thousand miles; if you disagree with him for a third time,...
There has never been a person or thing in this world that disagrees with the Demon Lord.
Therefore, when the Demon Lord practiced in seclusion for a thousand years and his skills improved, the first thing he heard after he came out was that the demon world had been bewitched and the little demons under his command had stopped practicing seriously. It is easy to imagine what kind of bloody storm would be set off.
The shadow guardians, who had always guarded the Demon Lord, refusing to leave the demon world for years, trembled uncontrollably at the Demon Lord's questioning. The six shadow guardians trembled like sieves, stammering, "Your Excellency... Your Excellency... The demons in the demon world haven't been seriously practicing your 'Compendium of Cultivation' lately because... because they're obsessed with 'Dream Interpretation,' 'Cognitive Behavioral Therapy,' and 'Family Systems Therapy.' And... and they've stopped worshipping your statue daily. They're now all about Freud and Jung... Some demons even enthusiastically discuss the relationship between their origins... their families of origin and their demonic origins!"
"Oh, there is such a thing!" The devil in the shadow laughed lazily, his green eyes slightly narrowed, and there was a bloody murderous aura hidden in his lazy voice.
The six shadow guardians looked at each other, then one of them bravely stepped forward, bowed, and spoke, "Your Majesty, please calm down. This incident was all caused by a human named Simon! He's the one who bewitched our demon world, causing the monsters in our demon world to abandon their cultivation and instead engage in some devious psychological therapy."
"Treatment? Human?" The figure in the darkness yawned, as if knowing everything. "So it's an ancient witch doctor."
"My Lord, no."
"Oh, it's not a witch doctor, then it's a cultivator with profound Taoist skills?"
"no."
"Then he must be well versed in the art of puppetry?"
"no."
"Oh, I understand. He must be the emperor of the human world. He possesses the purple dragon true energy, so he can bewitch the monsters in my demon world."
“That…is not it.”
The Demon Lord raised his eyebrows slightly. In his tens of thousands of years of life, he had never heard of an ordinary human being able to fight against demons, let alone bewitch demons.
The Demon Lord leaned forward slightly, and a tall man slowly walked out from the dark shadows. He was wearing a black robe, and there seemed to be an infinite black hole around him, as if all the light was sucked away by him, so that even though his figure could be seen clearly, it seemed as if he was in endless darkness.
"Neither. Where did that human named Simon come from?" asked the Demon Lord.
Several shadow guardians quickly knelt down: "Your Majesty... that's just an ordinary human male in his twenties... He... is a psychiatrist."
The Demon Lord closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. His white claws pressed against his chin in the shadows and scratched it gently. After a moment, he opened his eyes and said, "Psychologist? What is that?"
Several shadow guardians looked at each other in bewilderment. They had only heard of this term from their little demons, but what exactly did it mean? Perhaps it was a miracle doctor who dug out the person's heart, felt the pulse, and then put it back into the person?
Seeing that none of his Dharma protectors knew, the Demon Lord didn't mind. He chuckled disdainfully, "Who cares if he is, let alone a psychiatrist... Back then, the witch doctors, monks, great monks, and even Arhats and Bodhisattvas who died at my hands almost piled up like a mountain. Tonight, I'm going out to eat this psychiatrist who's disrupted my demon world! Just treat it as an appetizer after my training!"
The author has something to say: Well, a new article has been published. New Year, new atmosphere, the first new article is published. Happy Year of the Rooster! Naked streaking is so cute!
My knowledge of psychology is limited, and my understanding of psychotherapy is even more superficial, so if there are any errors or omissions in the article, you are welcome to give me valuable suggestions, and I will try my best to correct them.
However, I refuse the ginseng rooster, which seems to have some reason but is actually just an emotional outburst, even though this year is the Year of the Rooster!
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