The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 105 - 95 Daoist Tiger

Chapter 105: Chapter 95 Daoist Tiger

Tiger demon?!

Li Yan’s pupils constricted, a hint of murderous intent rising amid his horror.

In the heart of the Medicine King Ancient Temple, under the foot of Zhongnan Holy Land, a demon dared to occupy the divine seat and steal the incense offered by the people.

It was a total inversion of the Divine Astral!

Buzz~

As if provoked by his murderous intent, the Three Talents Demon Suppression Coin suddenly activated, swaying with the wind and spilling cold murderous aura.

Inside the Divine Temple, it was already enveloped by Divine Astral.

Using a Magic Artifact in such a place—if it were for worshipping gods and clarified in advance, there would be no conflict, and one might even receive a blessing.

Just like previously at the Li Family Castle’s Land God Temple.

But if one acts recklessly, they would definitely face rejection, let alone targeting the Divine Statue with murderous intent.

In an instant, the illusion before Li Yan’s eyes disappeared.

Not only that, but he also seemed to hear a tiger’s roar by his ear, shaking his Divine Soul as if his head had been smashed by a hammer, darkening his vision, making him dizzy and unstable.

"Move quickly!"

An anxious voice sounded in his ears.

Li Yan heard it clearly; it was none other than Wang Daoxuan.

Struggling against his discomfort, with Wang’s support, they hastily left the Medicine King Temple.

Along the way, pilgrims cast sidelong glances.

Wang Daoxuan couldn’t bother to respond, supporting Li Yan off the mountain path to a secluded, deserted place before he finally took a breath of relief and exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be you’ve encountered evil spirits, daring to attack the Medicine King?"

By this time, Li Yan had also regained his composure and, after feeling around, found his Storing God undamaged; merely shocked by the roar of the tiger, there was no need for the Daluo Dharma Body to recover.

"I indeed encountered something evil."

Li Yan’s complexion was awful as he narrated what he saw.

"This... impossible!"

Wang Daoxuan inhaled sharply, disbelievingly saying, "It’s not that I don’t believe you, but this is too bizarre."

"Ghost spirits possessing a Divine Statue is not uncommon; I have encountered it myself."

"But that’s usually because the common people don’t understand, rashly inviting a deity or Buddha statue home to worship, extremely devout, yet unaware that the statue must undergo a consecration process to gather the proper Divine Astral and offer protection. Random worship instead attracts malignant spirits."

"This is Zhongnan Mountain, the Medicine King Temple has been rebuilt countless times over a thousand years, always presided over by masters from the Mystical Sect, how could such a thing occur?"

Li Yan stated somberly, "I saw it with my own eyes, I am not mistaken."

Wang Daoxuan, knowing that he could communicate with God, pondered for a moment and then said, "Didn’t you seek the help of the Mountain God at the Chaotic Burial Mound?"

"The temple god merely issued a warning without harming anyone; perhaps... there is more to this than meets the eye."

"Forget it, let it be."

Li Yan thought for a moment and shook his head, "I haven’t even resolved human affairs; how can I have time to deal with matters of spirits and gods..."

Before he could finish, another vision appeared before his eyes.

It was still the stone altar, the fierce tiger in a Daoist robe, with glaring eyes and a white brow, exuding a fierce aura.

Li Yan was startled at first, but then he quickly calmed down.

At this moment, since they had left the incense range of the Medicine King Temple, even if the other party had malicious intent, they still had time to prepare.

Looking more carefully, he indeed noticed something unusual.

The tiger appeared quite old, even growing a human-like white mustache, with fierce tiger eyes but a calm and just gaze.

In its hand, it held a copper ring.

What exactly was this creature, could it truly harbor no ill intentions...

While Li Yan pondered this, he saw the tiger Daoist slowly raise its paw, and the vision in front of him dissipated like mist, then gathered again, transforming into a different scene.

It was a ravine, lush with trees, a Daoist lay in the grass, wounded on the right side of his abdomen, eyes tightly shut, life and death unknown...

After the vision vanished, Li Yan was somewhat speechless and recounted what he saw to Wang Daoxuan.

"This is asking you to save someone."

Wang Daoxuan gave a wry smile, "Although the cause is unknown, it must be a beneficial god, and besides, saving a life also counts as accumulating merit."

Li Yan shook his head. "The problem is that I don’t know the location."

Wang Daoxuan pondered and said, "It shouldn’t be too far, and if I’m not mistaken, it should be this Daoist of the Medicine King Temple."

"You rest here; I’ll go and inquire."

With that, he hurriedly left for the temple.

Li Yan shook his head slightly, not surprised.

Wang Daoxuan had always behaved this way, sincere in dealing with others, warm-hearted, holding himself to high moral standards, to do and not to do certain things, which was why they became friends.

Living two lives, Li Yan had seen through many things.

Sha Lifei loved to take advantage, his nature subtly laced with hostility. If it were just the two of them, they might be fighting with someone right now or even be wanted by the government.

Soon, Wang Daoxuan came out of the temple, followed by two Daoist boys, both looking anxious.

"It’s the temple priest."

Wang Daoxuan spoke, "According to them, the temple priest went up the mountain to gather herbs and hasn’t returned for two days."

One of the Daoist boys urgently said, "These two days, there were many patients seeking medical aid; the master said he went to White Mist Gorge to gather herbs, with Brother Lin accompanying him, we thought..."

Li Yan waved his hand, "Don’t delay, explain as we go."

Since they had decided to rescue, they needed to see it through; the Daoist in the vision was in bad shape, if they were too late, the person might die.

On the way, the two Daoist boys hurried, explaining the situation.

It turned out that the Medicine King Temple was also a lineage of Daoist Doctors from the Mystical Sect, though few in number, it had enjoyed a thousand years of continuous incense.

The temple priest, named Chenyuan, besides managing the temple and cultivating, also gathered herbs to treat diseases for the nearby villagers, often not charging any fees, and his medical skills were exquisite.

The incense of the Medicine King Temple was also flourishing because of this lineage.

Recently during the temple fair, a significant amount of medicinal materials were consumed; usually, gathering herbs was done by the Daoist boys, but Chenyuan mentioned that two herbs were hard to find, which was why he personally went up the mountain.

Chenyuan usually took a few days to return from the mountain, and this time he even had a lay disciple with him, but they hadn’t expected real trouble to occur.

Li Yan and Wang Daoxuan looked at each other, both understanding.