Chapter 1 He Is Not A Hero

The old Daoist never considered himself a hero, and often, he even forgot he was a Daoist.

After all, he was the kind of guy who sometimes recited "Amitabha" instead of "Boundless Celestial Honored One."

He was self-aware; he knew he was just a nobody. Nobodies have their own way of living, and he understood that.

Being a source of laughter now and then, spicing up life,

If there wasn't any laughter, he'd force some into existence himself; that was also a kind of self-awareness.

He knew he wasn't good for much. Aside from the ancestral talismans, he was useless.

Even the zombie currently working as a cleaner in the bookstore was, in the old Daoist's eyes, like the sweeping monk in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion, someone who could easily beat him to a pulp.

There were advantages to being a nobody. When you needed to slip away, you could. When something happened, nobody expected you to hold the line, so you didn't have to. You could preserve your usefulness, not having to be a hero, living a long and happy life.

This was the old Daoist's way of survival.

The world laughed at him, slandered him, mocked him, and disdained him.

But at seventy years old, he had seen through life, existence, and work long ago. Those who laughed at him couldn't see as clearly as he did, nor did they live as authentically.

Little Monkey was behind him, still carrying his little backpack, his eyes filled with tears.

The old Daoist leaned against a telephone pole with one hand, barely managing to stand. He was covered in wounds.

On his knees, shoulders, calves, and other places, some wounds were so deep you could see the white bone inside.

Even the last time Cao Ding possessed him, the old Daoist hadn't suffered such serious injuries.

For an ordinary person, a minor character, a serious injury was really difficult to bear. Don't think that Boss Zhou used to go on rampages and often be unconscious for half a month, his body torn and bloody, looking miserable. Boss Zhou's constitution was different. After waking up, he could recover and be lively again after a period of rest.

The old Daoist didn't have that luxury.

But he continued to persevere, standing in front of Little Monkey.

He didn't know if it was because the black shadow deliberately wanted to slowly torment him, or because the old Daoist had stuck a talisman on his forehead, making the other party a little wary.

In short,

The black shadow didn't finish him off quickly,

Instead, it became a back-and-forth battle where he was injured little by little each time.

And the old Daoist,

Could only be considered the passive recipient in all of this.

The black shadow attacked again.

The old Daoist was punched hard in the chest, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string, then crashed to the ground, blood constantly spilling from his mouth, almost passing out.

"Damn... either... just kill this poor Daoist... doing it... little by little... like this... is that fun?

Coming back and forth, in and out, repeatedly,

Do you think I'm a pussy?"

Even though he'd been beaten into such a miserable state, the old Daoist's mouth was still unrelenting. Usually, he was quite compliant in front of Zhou Ze, and would even bring a broom and mop to contribute to the "Strive to Create a Clean City" campaign if he made a mistake.

But this time, the old Daoist wasn't compliant at all; in fact, he seemed rather stubborn.

Just like when a guy named Sun Xiaoqiang in Rong City advised him to stop funding those ungrateful students in the mountains,

The old Daoist still went his own way.

Seemingly unprincipled people simply haven't encountered something they want to insist on.

"Alright... I, this pussy, will tell you... your skills... are far worse... than my boss's..."

Little Monkey squatted beside the old Daoist, scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, even digging up a handful of mud from the flower bed, planning to pee on it.

But at this time, Little Monkey couldn't pee. The more he couldn't pee, the more anxious he became, and the more anxious he became, the more he couldn't pee.

He started jumping up and down, trying to find a way but couldn't. If it had been his previous life, with his fierce appearance, he could have fought. But this life he was still too small, and at this time, he seemed too helpless.

The black shadow began to walk slowly, as if constantly watching to see if the old Daoist would stand up. His behavior did seem a bit abnormal, and as the old Daoist had guessed, he really seemed to be wary of something.

Was he wary of his talismans?

But wasn't he boasting about being a righteous person?

Are my talismans,

Effective against him?

The old Daoist was also a bit confused,

But confused or not, he still had to stand up.

Since he regarded Little Monkey as his own grandson, he couldn't die behind him. But the old Daoist tried his best, but still couldn't stand up.

The black shadow arrived,

And seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he raised his hand,

His hand was very narrow,

Yes,

Very narrow,

Narrow like a piece of paper, but extremely sharp, as if it could easily tear through any obstruction.

Little Monkey held the Yin-Yang Record and slammed it hard on the ground, even using his feet to stomp on it forcefully.

Boss Zhou had entrusted this thing to Little Monkey for safekeeping.

Little Monkey certainly knew it must be a treasure.

But this treasure couldn't be useful at this critical moment.

This feeling was like being trapped in the desert with several boxes of rare treasures, but not a drop of water.

But as he stomped,

A cat's meow suddenly came from the Yin-Yang Record.

Immediately afterward,

Three beams of different-colored light shot out from inside and landed around them.

The black one was a black cat,

The cyan one was a snake,

The yellow one was a weasel.

Boss Zhou's "Animal World" finally made a dazzling appearance.

The voice of Teacher Zhao Zhongxiang seemed to echo in his ears:

"In this forest, summer has arrived, and the weasels have begun to come out to forage. The snakes have also ended their hibernation, while the cat raised by the hunter is lazy and listless.

Here, you can see many animals. They live and reside here, creating the harmony and beauty of nature together.

Here, you can even see—FUCK YOUR MOTHER………………”

The black shadow paused for a moment.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!!!!"

Little Monkey shouted desperately at the three figures, not knowing what he was shouting, but animals, no, monsters, should have their own way of communicating and language, so they should be able to understand Little Monkey's "squeak, squeak, squeak."

Immediately,

The black cat prostrated towards the black shadow, preparing to attack.

After all, the Yin-Yang Record had long been claimed by Zhou Ze as its master. Although Zhou Ze, the master, didn't know how to use it yet, the black cat, as the spirit of the artifact, knew what it should do.

But Ba Gu Nai (Eighth Aunt) and Huang A San (Third Master Weasel) showed an indifferent attitude. The two even took the initiative to move back a distance, indicating that it had nothing to do with them.

"Hehe, you actually want to ask this old lady to save you at this time?

Why should this old lady save you?

It would be better if all of you died,

It would be better if everyone in the bookstore died!"

"Hoo hoo hoo... hoo hoo hoo..."

Huang A San continued to sleep, although it was moving, its snoring continued, also indicating an attitude of indifference.

The monkey seemed very angry, continuing to "squeak, squeak, squeak," based on its experience following the old Daoist, when it came to arguing and reasoning, it must stand out among the monsters.

But Ba Gu Nai and Huang A San remained unmoved.

Ba Gu Nai even sneered twice, saying to the black shadow:

"Fellow Daoist, you do your thing, this old lady guarantees not to interfere."

This was clearly watching from the sidelines, even wanting to cheer him on.

The black shadow slightly turned his head and glanced at the two monsters trying to escape the battle, and a strange laughter came from his throat, saying:

"Monsters, must all die!"

The next moment,

The sound of a xiao (Chinese flute) rang out,

The black cat painfully prostrated on the ground, and its originally high-raised tail also drooped down.

Huang A San and Ba Gu Nai were also the same, falling to the ground in great pain.

"You... you... are unreasonable..." Ba Gu Nai angrily cursed.

At the same time,

Ba Gu Nai felt very wronged,

This time out of the mountain was originally to solve the affairs of the younger generation,

But why was she so unlucky?

First, she was inexplicably collected by the bookstore owner, imitating the plot of the Golden Horned King and Silver Horned King in "Journey to the West." Now that she finally came out, she encountered a righteous person who "couldn't tolerate" a grain of sand.

"Monsters, must all die!"

"Pfft!"

A crack appeared on the black cat's body. This was a wound, meaning its soul body had been torn open, but the black cat pounced on it in the next moment, turning into a black flash of light, directly piercing the black shadow.

But the sound of the xiao did not stop,

The black shadow reappeared in another direction.

"Let's go! There's no choice. He's locked onto our qi, he doesn't intend to let us escape at all!"

Huang A San, who had been "dreaming," said in a low voice, and then pounced on the black shadow. Ba Gu Nai didn't hesitate either, and took the initiative to rush forward.

When there's no choice,

There really is no choice,

You have to fight even if you don't want to!

The three monster souls were fighting with the black shadow, and the scene seemed very chaotic for a time.

But the black shadow could always reappear quickly after being torn apart and pierced through,

One human skin was one of him,

Many human skins meant he had many clones.

His main body must be nearby, but he hasn't shown himself,

And from the beginning to now, he has been controlling several human skins, simultaneously attacking several parties for annihilation,

This was a kind of courage,

And also a kind of indifferent confidence.

He had taught this method to Xu Qinglang back then,

But Old Xu was only satisfied with cultivating to the point where he could entrust the souls of his parents to human skins to accompany him,

And later became a chef.

The sound of the xiao suddenly intensified,

The quality of the black shadow seemed to be better than before,

The black cat was swept away, its soul body almost transparent,

Huang A San and Ba Gu Nai were also nearly shattered.

If they could escape, they would have escaped long ago, but the other party didn't intend to let them go. This feeling made them very depressed.

"Where's that ghost messenger? Where did he die?"

Ba Gu Nai suddenly shouted.

It was ridiculous,

At this time,

Ba Gu Nai was actually calling for Zhou Ze, the guy she couldn't wait to eat alive.

"Buzz!"

The black shadow attacked again,

The three weak monster figures had to grit their teeth and meet it again.

And on the side,

The old Daoist kept coughing up blood,

Little Monkey was helping the old Daoist wipe it with his meat paws,

At the same time, the other paw was holding the phone, constantly calling Zhou Ze, but for some reason,

The voice that kept coming from the other end of the phone was:

"I'm sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later."