nownovels Chapter 63: If you take in a few more people called "Mountain Villa," and keep taking them
Chapter 63: If you take in a few more people called "Mountain Villa," and keep taking them
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The same thought arose in the minds of the eight demon cultivators at the same time.
That's it?
Is this what the person who supposedly destroyed Mount Ling looked like?
What's the difference between this and the sweet potato vendors on the roadside?
But they didn't dare to really think Lu Chen was a sweet potato vendor by the roadside.
Because the Bull Demon King said so.
The Bull Demon King's importance among the demon race needs no explanation.
If the Bull Demon King says this person is not simple, then he is not simple.
The fact that the Bull Demon King personally asked, "Will you take in demons?" means that the Bull Demon King approved of this person.
News about the demon race spreads faster than anything else.
It only took three days for the Bull Demon King's words to travel from Mount Hao to the northern demon tribes.
It took another two days for the message to travel from the northern demon tribes to the scattered demon tribes in the east.
The news then spread from the scattered demon communities to the ears of various smaller factions, taking another three days.
It took less than ten days in total.
The entire lower strata of the demon race knew one thing.
There is a place called Wuwu Mountain Villa.
A mortal lived there.
That mortal couldn't even defeat the Buddha.
That mortal took in Nezha, the Jade Rabbit, Red Boy, and Princess Iron Fan.
Each one of them came from somewhere else.
Everyone was not doing well in their original place.
After arriving at that mountain villa, they all lived well.
The shock this news caused among the lower levels of the demon race was even greater than the collapse of Mount Ling.
The collapse of Lingshan had nothing to do with them.
But the idea that "there is a place where people can live well" is relevant to them.
It's very relevant.
What is life like at the bottom of the demon race?
Those with lower cultivation levels are bullied by those with higher cultivation levels.
Those with higher cultivation levels are bullied by those with even higher cultivation levels.
Those without powerful backers are bullied by those with powerful backers.
If you encounter a pilgrimage group, you have to run away, because if you are caught by the pilgrims, you will either be captured or killed.
If you encounter Buddhists, you should run away even more. If they don't like you, they can just say "Goodness" and take you in as their mount.
Even if you encounter the Heavenly Court's patrolling generals, you have to run away. If you don't have a complete demonic status, you're considered a monster and will be killed on the spot.
Living means suffering.
After cultivating for hundreds of years, I still don't know who I'm living for.
There's a place that says, "Once you come here, you won't have to suffer."
Once you're here, you don't need to be treated as a tool.
Once you arrive, you can stay here peacefully.
Who wouldn't want to go and see?
The roe deer spirit represents this group of people.
A low-level demon cultivator.
No background.
There is no powerful backer.
Living cautiously.
After hearing rumors, they gathered together and discussed it for three days.
Finally, I mustered up my courage and came.
"Um..." the deer spirit wrung his hands, his voice trembling, "We heard..."
"What did you hear?"
"I heard this place..."
The deer spirit swallowed its saliva several times.
The black bear demon behind him got impatient and slapped the deer demon on the back.
"Say it then!"
The deer spirit stumbled from the slap, and managed to utter a few words.
"I heard you don't need to be a tool here!"
When the deer spirit shouted those words, even he was startled.
The sound was too loud.
It echoed twice in the valley.
"Tools...tools..."
Everyone in the courtyard heard it.
Pigsy poked his head out from the vegetable garden.
Sha Wujing stopped sweeping.
Nezha and Red Boy looked out from the rooftop.
The jade rabbit, holding a newly planted seedling, turned its head.
Princess Iron Fan stood at the kitchen doorway, still holding a spatula in her hand.
Everyone was watching the eight demon cultivators huddled together at the entrance of the valley.
Lu Chen looked at the deer spirit.
Looking at the few demon cultivators behind the deer spirit who dared not raise their heads.
Look at the hedgehog spirit hiding at the very back.
He thought of himself.
When I first transmigrated to this world.
A person.
There was nothing there.
I was being chased by a wild boar.
He almost died on the edge of a cliff.
If at that time there were a place that said to him, "Come on, you don't need to run anymore."
He would pounce on it without hesitation.
"Come in."
Lu Chen said three words.
The deer spirit was stunned.
"Really...really?"
"Come in."
The deer spirit turned around and looked at its companions behind it.
Black bear spirit, fox spirit, wolf demon, snake demon, centipede spirit, and finally, hedgehog spirit.
Seven pairs of eyes stared at the deer spirit.
The deer spirit gritted its teeth.
Take a step.
We moved forward.
The other demon cultivators hesitated for two seconds before following.
The hedgehog spirit at the very back curled up into a ball and rolled in.
Eight demon cultivators entered the courtyard of Wuwu Manor.
As they walked past the crooked signboard, the deer spirit looked up and glanced at it.
"Wuwu Mountain Villa".
He didn't know why, but his nose suddenly felt a little sore.
After the eight demon cultivators entered the manor, they were temporarily housed in the row of empty rooms on the south side of the courtyard.
There aren't many rooms, so two people have to squeeze into one.
The hedgehog spirit doesn't take up much space; it can just curl up into a ball and tuck itself into a corner.
Princess Iron Fan made eight more servings of food.
Pigsy's vegetable garden was under tremendous pressure.
"Old Pig's vegetable garden is already at its limit, feeding five or six people! Now there are eight more mouths to feed! And the cabbages haven't even grown yet!"
"Then you should grow more." Nezha squatted down next to him, chewing on a sweet potato.
"Even if we grow a variety of plants, we need space to grow them! The yard is only so big!"
"Drive outwards. There's plenty of land in the valley."
"That's not a vegetable garden anymore, that's a farm."
"A farm is a farm. Haven't you always wanted to be a farmer?"
Pigsy opened his mouth.
I want to refute this.
But it seems I have indeed thought about it.
"...Alright. We'll open the land tomorrow."
The vegetable garden problem is solved.
But another problem remains unsolved.
night.
After everyone had gone to sleep.
Lu Chen and Sun Wukong sat at the entrance of the courtyard.
A jar of monkey wine.
Two bowls.
The moonlight was beautiful.
"Monkey King".
"Um."
"Eight people came today."
"Old Sun saw it."
"Ten might come tomorrow. Twenty might come the day after."
Sun Wukong took a sip of wine but didn't reply.
"The Bull Demon King's words have spread. The question of whether or not to accept demons travels faster than anything else among the lower ranks of the demon race. Today, eight minor demon cultivators have come. In a few days, there might be more than a dozen. And in a few days after that, there might be dozens."
"This yard won't be able to hold everyone by then."
"It's not a matter of whether it can be contained or not." Sun Wukong put down his bowl and looked at Lu Chen. "The nature of the matter has changed."
"What do you mean?"
"If you only accept ten or eight," Sun Wukong said in a flat voice, but each word was clear.
"That's called a mountain villa."
"If you collected several hundred."
"That's called rebellion."
The two words fell in the moonlight, feeling cool and refreshing.
rebel.
Sun Wukong was very familiar with these two words.
Back then, he gathered a group of monkeys on Flower Fruit Mountain, proclaimed himself the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, and wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace.
That is rebellion.
The results of it?
He was pressed under the Five Finger Mountain by Buddha's palm for five hundred years.
"You can recruit a few scattered soldiers, and the Buddhist sect will turn a blind eye. The Heavenly Court doesn't care either. Recruit them if you want." Sun Wukong put the bowl on the table.
"But if you manage to gather on a large scale—dozens or hundreds of demon cultivators gathered together—that becomes a force."
"Once they have power, Buddhism can no longer pretend not to see it."
"The Heavenly Court can no longer pretend not to see this."
"Even if the Taoist sect has a good relationship with you now, they will have to reconsider when things get to that point."
"You've essentially planted a flag on the map of the Three Realms."
"All forces in the Three Realms will treat you as a new variable."
"By that time."
"You are no longer facing a Buddhist sect."
"It is the entire Three Realms."