"Immortal Master, let's talk this out..."
"The child is so pitiful."
In reality, for ordinary people, especially farmers, a teenager is old enough to be raised as an adult, and in a few more years, they can be considered their own children and become their parents.
However, Ji Mofan's health was really not good. He looked like he was only ten years old when he was in his teens. Now he had fallen and gotten all dirty, and he looked very pitiful.
Shen Yun readily accepted the offer, flicked his sleeve, and snorted coldly, "I won't blame you for your disobedience for now, but you have to deal with that monster first."
Ji Mofan stood there catching his breath, then spoke up clearly and firmly, "This dog didn't turn into a monster by accident, but was lured by its environment."
Shen Yun frowned.
Personally, I think Jimo is being a bit too overbearing in its management.
These cultivators rarely delve into the reasons behind their dealings with demonic beasts that disturb the lives of mortals.
Unless it involves cultivators intentionally harming mortals, such an incident would constitute a scandal in the cultivation world and could jeopardize mortals' faith in their local sects. That's why it's dealt with seriously as soon as it's discovered.
However, other reasons are generally not investigated in depth.
Whatever the reason, it is of no great importance to the cultivator.
Delving into it would be a waste of time and wouldn't even be considered a worthwhile investment in the eyes of mortals. Keeping them around would only cause more trouble, and as long as mortals continue to need the help of cultivators, they will continue to worship them as gods.
“Then you can’t let this dog demon that endangers the safety of the villagers continue to live.” However, these words couldn’t be said openly, so Shen Yun had no choice but to follow up with other reasons along the lines of Ji Mo Fan.
“If we can’t solve the problem, the village will only continue to be in turmoil. This dog demon is the evidence, and we can’t just deal with it like this.” Ji Mofan wiped the blood off his face, his little face was covered in dirt, but his eyes were bright.
In the end, Shen Yun simply turned his back on him.
Hmph, let's see what tricks this wicked disciple can pull.
Ji Mofan's expression darkened considerably after failing to gain his master's support, but he remained unmoved and turned to look at the villagers who were still terrified of the puppy in his arms.
“You all only know how to fear this dog demon,” he said slowly, choosing his words carefully, “but do you know why he has become like this?”
The second daughter-in-law of the Wang family, who was holding the child, immediately shouted angrily in a shrill voice, "What other reason? We don't understand your pretentious and flowery words. I only know that my son kindly took a bone to feed it, but this little beast didn't know what was good for it and bit off my son's little finger in one bite!"
The child was crying in his arms, his right hand wrapped in several layers of gauze, with blood still seeping out faintly.
"Stinky dog! Bad dog! Kill it!" He waved his fist, his childish voice revealing a viciousness beyond his years. "Kill it! I want to eat its flesh and drink its blood!"
"Don't cry, Da Bao. Mom will kill it and make stewed dog meat for you, okay?" Wang Er's wife really had two faces, one for her own child and one for outsiders. Her words were so soft they were almost as soft as cotton.
Turning her head, she pointed at Ji Mofan and shouted in a harsh voice, "Did you hear that? Aren't you so-called immortals responsible for dealing with these kinds of troubles? What? Now you're eating our offerings, but you want to take the goods and not do the work? Bah! What kind of people are you!"
"Standing in the latrine but not using it, eating but not excreting, what? Are you some kind of mythical creature?"
As Shen Yun listened to the village woman cursing, he couldn't help but frown.
She was indeed a country bumpkin, completely lacking in manners. Her insults were so vile, and she showed no grace whatsoever; she was nothing but a shrew and shrew.
However, he had no intention of helping Ji Mofan out of the predicament.
He got himself into this mess, so he has to deal with it himself.
As his master, Shen Yun had tried to persuade him. But he wouldn't turn back until he hit a wall, so Shen Yun couldn't just desperately try to pull the child back, could he?
You can't learn something just by being taught it; you can learn it after just one demonstration.
Once he understands the true nature of these unruly people, he will naturally put away his pointless and superfluous pity.
If it weren't for the fact that it didn't fit his image, Shen Yun would have loved to add fuel to the fire.
The harder you fall, the more obedient you will be in the future.
When Ji Mo Fan heard her angry scolding, the little child didn't know how to refute her. He was so angry that his face turned red, and his hands holding the puppy in his arms trembled slightly.
It was first the villagers who were watching who couldn't stand it anymore and started arguing with Wang Er's wife.
"Shut up, Wang Er's wife. Do we need to remind you? Your family still owes half of last year's allowance!"
"Exactly! Why is it that when a celestial being blesses our entire village, everyone pools their resources to make offerings, you guys just come up with a whole bunch of excuses every day?"
"Sister Li Ersao at the village entrance takes care of her grandson by herself. Her life is visibly worse than anyone else in the village, right? How come she's always the first one to go to the ancestral hall to pay her offerings every year?"
“My son Dagen was saying yesterday that Wang Dabao brags to the kids every day, saying that his family eats lots of meat every day, so much so that it’s covered in a thick layer of fat. What? Aren’t you guys the kind of people who only eat and never spit out their own food?”
The Wang family had never had a good reputation in the village, and Wang Lao Er was the worst of them all; he beat his first wife to death.
The problem is that the wife's family has asked for compensation but hasn't said a word, so they can't presume to say anything. However, everyone has had grievances against them for quite some time now.
The sister-in-law who was making a fuss about Wang Dabao bragging about eating meat was actually doing it for her own benefit. Her son had gone out to play and came back demanding meat, threatening to go to Wang's house to claim him as his parents if he wasn't given it to him.
In the countryside, which family can afford to eat meat every day of the year?
Wang Er's wife was attacked by a group of people at the same time. No matter how eloquent she was, she couldn't help but lose her temper and was so angry that she was panting heavily like a broken bellows.
When Wang Dabao saw that his mother was angry, he immediately jumped out of her arms without even crying, picked up some stones from the roadside, and threw them at the villagers who were watching.
He smashed things while cursing people, using every possible insult, from ancestors to the eighteenth generation down to every organ in the human body.
The sheer volume of vocabulary this child possesses is truly astonishing.
The villagers were furious at the insults, but as adults, they couldn't very well lay a hand on someone else's child. His own parents not only ignored the situation but also stood there arrogantly, hands on hips, head held high, looking down on everyone.
But at one moment, these foul words suddenly disappeared.
One second Wang Er's wife was smug, the next she couldn't hear her son's voice anymore. She wondered why the boy wasn't sticking up for her, but when she looked down, she saw the child clutching his throat and screaming silently.
"Ouch! Ouch, my dear! What's wrong with you?" Wang Er's wife was suddenly pounced on. "Why can't you talk?"
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