I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 320 Spirit Monster

Chapter 320: Chapter 320 Spirit Monster

Seeing the Mountain Demon fall at the sound, and at that moment Xian Qianling had only taken half a step out, it was clear she had been ready to engage in combat with the Mountain Demon before you.

You turned your head and glanced at Xian Qianzhong behind you, nodded towards him, and said with a smile, "Good shooting technique."

"Just average. Compared to you, the sharpshooter, I’m still just an apprentice."

With a raised eyebrow, you immediately asked, "How do you know my shooting is accurate?"

As Xian Qianzhong walked past the Mountain Demon, he patted your shoulder and said, "The Southeast Military District is tightly sealed. The military leaders spend every day pondering how to unearth talent, and your file has already been on their desks. What a pity, if it weren’t for that old bastard Du Qingming blocking the way, you’d definitely be in military officer school by now."

You nodded.

"Mr. Li, we owe you a big one this time. If it weren’t for you, I’m afraid we would have all been in trouble!"

Wu Chao hurried over, gripping your hand tightly, his face full of gratitude.

"It was nothing. Besides, even if I weren’t here, I believe Commander Xian could have taken care of these Mountain Demons. After all, they are Spirit Monsters, not Ghosts."

Seeing that Xian Qianzhong was about to reach out and touch the Mountain Demon, you hurriedly said, "Don’t touch it."

"What’s up?"

Xian Qianzhong turned his head to look at you.

"It’s better not to touch these things. Moreover, they are Spirit Monsters of the mountains. Even though they have done much evil, they are different from us ordinary people." You paused, then continued, "If they hadn’t planned to attack us tonight, I definitely would have let them go. After all, it is extremely difficult for Spirit Monsters to cultivate. Compared to humans, their survival rate is very low. Now that they are dead, let’s allow them to return to the embrace of the Mountain God."

With that, Xian Qianzhong shrugged his shoulders, stood up, and stepped back several paces.

"Look, these things are sinking!"

While speaking, Zhang Zhaoyuan, who was holding a DV, suddenly yelled out, pointing at the Mountain Demon beside him.

Everyone used flashlights to look around and noticed that the bodies of the Mountain Demons lying on the ground were slowly sinking. However, they didn’t sink completely into the ground; they stopped after sinking halfway. Then, their bodies began to undergo some changes. The fur on their bodies began to sprout and grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, resulting in each Mountain Demon’s corpse turning into a clump of shrubs, some even sprouting a sapling.

"Who? Who’s there, come out!"

Xian Qianling, who had been on alert, suddenly snatched the flashlight from Zong Wangyue’s hand and shone it toward a clump of trees about ten meters ahead.

Soon, an elderly man with white hair and clothed in coarse hemp appeared before you all.

The old man’s attire seemed rather rough, and his hair was carelessly left down, fluttering in the wind; he leaned on a wooden cane with his right hand, appearing as though he had casually picked it up from the side of the mountain. The top of the cane even had fresh green leaves growing from it.

"Wow, old man, your outfit is too extravagant, even the beggars on our town’s streets dress a bit better than you... Ouch! Boss, why are you hitting my head?"

Zong Wangyue turned his head with a look of grievance towards you.

"You must not be disrespectful."

You glared at Zong Wangyue, and while holding his head, you bowed to the old white-haired man and apologized, "I’m truly sorry, my brother here is a bit rash with his words, but there was no intention to mock you, and certainly no ill will."

The old man nodded slightly at you. He didn’t say much but slowly turned and his aged figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

After the old man had left, Zong Wangyue then turned to you and asked, "Boss, that person just now... could he have been the Mountain God?"

"What do you think?"

"Heh, heh heh... I, I actually teased the Mountain God, damn! I can’t believe I teased the Mountain God!"

Seeing Zong Wangyue giggling to himself, you couldn’t help but let out a gentle sigh, saying, "It’s lucky he’s so forgiving, otherwise we’d be in big trouble."

Zong Wangyue scratched his head, "Boss, I really owe you one for covering for me just now."

"If we’re brothers, don’t talk to me about thanks, just be more careful from now on. Didn’t it occur to you that someone who can appear and disappear like a ghost in such a place, even if they don’t have a remarkable identity, must possess real strength?"

Seeing Zong Wangyue admitting it with a nod, you stopped there and turned to Xian Qianling, saying, "Call the police station. If it were just a commoner that died, it would be one thing, but this Deng Ping is a wealthy guy—I bet his family is definitely going to make a fuss over this, right?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Chao couldn’t help but snort coldly, "Make a fuss? Hmph, I’m afraid those people will be fighting over his inheritance and coming to blows in the following days."

"How come there are these things in the mountains? Doesn’t that mean we can’t go into the mountains anymore?"

The middle-aged man beside Wu Chao wore an anxious expression. In today’s society, life is the most precious commodity; nobody wants to take risks for a small profit.

"This problem isn’t hard to solve."

"Oh? Quick, tell us, how can we solve it?" Though Wu Chao had made his fortune, he was still a part of the village and hoped his fellow villagers could live peaceful lives instead of being in constant fear.

You turned your head toward the direction where the white-haired old man had left, looking thoughtful, and then asked Wu Chao, "Is there a Temple of the Mountain God nearby?"

"Ah?"

Wu Chao and the others were taken aback for a moment.

"The Temple of the Mountain God, you know, a small shrine where the Mountain God is worshipped. Don’t most villages build one?"

With your prompting, Wu Chao could not help but scratch his head and said with a wry smile, "Who even cares about that these days?"

After hearing this, you sighed lightly, "No wonder there are so many mandrills in the mountains, and each one of them is crafty enough to dare to attack humans."

"Are you saying that these mandrills are running rampant because there is no Mountain God?"

"The Mountain God certainly exists, but as you saw just now, he was in tattered clothes, without a decent garment on his body, which shows that the nearby villages have never worshipped him. Given that, can you still expect him to do anything for you?"

"But, but nobody ever told us about this."

Seeing Wu Chao’s anxious expression, you reassured him, "Don’t worry. Since he showed himself just now, his intentions are clear. Next, just have everyone in the village chip in a little money, and build a Temple of the Mountain God on the sunny slope at the edge of the village. Just keep the incense burning continuously."

"Oh, that’s how it is. Then it’s not that troublesome; I can just pay for the construction myself."

You chuckled and said, "No, no, each household in the village should contribute something, regardless of the amount. It doesn’t matter how much they donate but ensure that everyone contributes something, even one hundred, ten, anything, which represents the sincerity of the villagers. Remember, be it the Mountain God or the Land God, they are the deities closest to us and the ones who maintain peace in all four directions."

Wu Chao and the three people beside him looked at each other, and the three nodded, saying, "We’ll start arranging this at dawn. Since we are to build a Temple of the Mountain God, let’s also build a Temple of the Land God. I remember there’s one in West Mountain Village; they offer incense there during festivals and holidays."

As you were speaking, footsteps and the beams of flashlights started to approach from the foot of the mountain behind you.

"It’s Zhang Zifeng and his group arriving," said Xian Qianling, glancing down the mountain and turning to you.

You shrugged and said with a wry smile, "Why do I feel like I’ve become the shrunken man from that island country, where people die wherever I go?"

Xian Qianzhong laughed loudly, "That just means you’re unlucky, but it also shows that there’s no shortage of people in this world who seek their own doom."