Within a few days, Wei Wuxian realized that he might have made a wrong choice.

The spotted donkey he had picked up was too difficult to serve.

It was clearly just a donkey, but it only ate fresh, tender grass with dew on it. It would not eat the grass if the tip was a little yellow. Passing by a farmer's house, Wei Wuxian stole some wheat straw to feed it. After chewing a few mouthfuls, it spat it out, louder than a living person. If it didn't eat well, it would refuse to leave, get angry, kick and stomp. Wei Wuxian was almost kicked by it several times. And its barking was extremely unpleasant.

Whether as a mount or as a pet, it is completely useless!

Wei WuXian couldn't help but miss his sword. That sword was probably now hung on the wall by the head of a large family and displayed to others as a trophy.

After running for a few miles, they passed a large field in a village. The sun was scorching, and there was a big locust tree by the edge of the field. The locust tree had thick green shade, and there was an old well. The villagers put a bucket and a ladle by the well for passers-by to quench their thirst. The donkey ran here and refused to move. Wei Wuxian jumped off, patted its buttocks and said, "You are destined to be rich and noble, and you are harder to serve than me."

The donkey sprayed him.

While I was bored, a group of people came from afar .

These people were wearing hand-woven bamboo baskets, cloth shirts and straw sandals, and looked rustic from head to toe. There was a little girl with a round face and barely pretty looks. Maybe she had walked for a long time under the scorching sun and wanted to come over to cool off and drink some water, but she saw a donkey with hooves clattering and a crazy man with red and white paint and disheveled hair tied under a tree, so she didn't dare to come over.

Wei Wuxian always claimed to be a man who was kind and gentle to women. Seeing this, he moved his nest and made some space to mess with the donkey. The group of people saw that he was harmless, so they came over with confidence. Everyone was sweating and their cheeks were red. Some were fanning the well, and some were fetching water. The girl sitting by the well seemed to know that he was deliberately giving in, and smiled at Wei Wuxian.

One of them held a compass in his hand, looked into the distance, and asked in confusion, "Why is the needle not moving when we are almost at the foot of Mount Dafan?"

The carvings and needles on this compass were very strange. It was not an ordinary compass. It was not used to point to the east, south, west, north, but to point to the "wind evil disk" of evil spirits. Wei Wuxian knew that he had encountered a poor and struggling country family. In addition to the wealthy and powerful families, there were also many small families who studied behind closed doors. Wei Wuxian thought that maybe they had come from the countryside to seek refuge with a large family that was related to them, or they were going to hunt at night.

The middle-aged man in the lead invited everyone to drink water and said, "Is your compass broken? I'll get you a new one later. Dafan Mountain is less than ten miles away, and we can't rest for long. We have been traveling all the way, and if we slack off here and fall behind and let someone get ahead, it will not be worth it."

It was indeed a night hunt. Many immortal families like to be elegant, and they call traveling around and exorcising demons "hunting". Because these things often appear at night, they are also called "night hunting". There are so many immortal families, but only a few have become famous. If the ancestors have not accumulated a lot of wealth, ordinary families must show real achievements to be included in the upper ranks and become famous families, and to gain prestige and respect in the Xuanmen. Only by capturing ferocious monsters or fierce demons that cause trouble to a region can the family's words carry weight.

This was Wei Wuxian's specialty, but he had been on the road these days and had broken into several graves, but all he had hunted were little ghosts. He was in need of a ghost general to help him bully others, so he decided to try his luck at Dafan Mountain. If he found a good ghost, he would capture it and use it.

The traveler had rested enough and was ready to set off. Before leaving, the round-faced girl took out a small, half-green apple from her backpack and handed it to him: "This is for you."

Wei Wuxian reached out to take it with a smile, but the donkey raised its head and bared its teeth to bite it. Wei Wuxian quickly grabbed it. Seeing that the donkey was salivating over the small apple, he suddenly had an idea and picked up a long branch and a fishing line, hung the apple on it, and put it in front of the donkey's head. The donkey smelled the fragrance of the apple in front of it and wanted to eat it very much. It chased the apple that was always just a little bit away, raised its head and rushed forward, and it was faster than all the famous horses Wei Wuxian had seen, and it was far ahead!

Wei Wuxian continued to travel without stopping, and arrived at Dafan Mountain before dark. It was not until the foot of the mountain that he realized that this Brahma was not the same as the rice. From a distance, the mountain looked like a fat and dwarf Buddha, hence the name. There was a small town at the foot of the mountain, called Buddha Foot Town.

There were far more monks gathered here than he had imagined, a mixed crowd, with dazzling costumes from all families, walking back and forth on the street. For some reason, they all looked nervous, and they had no time to laugh at his weird appearance.

In the middle of the long street, a group of monks gathered together and were talking seriously. It seemed that they had quite different opinions. Wei Wuxian heard their conversation from afar. It was fine at first, but then he became excited for some reason:

"...I don't think there are any soul-eating beasts or soul-eating demons here. It's clear that none of the wind evil disk needles are moving abnormally."

"If not, how did these seven townspeople get their souls lost? They can't all have the same strange disease, right? I've never heard of this disease before!"

"Just because the Fengxie disk didn't point it out, does that mean it's definitely not there? It can only point to a general direction, it's not precise enough and can't be trusted completely. Maybe there's something nearby that can block the direction of its needle."

"Don't you think about who made the Fengxie disk? I've never heard of anything that can disrupt the direction of its needle."

"What do you mean? Why do you sound strange to me? Of course I know that the Wind Evil Disk was made by Wei Ying, but his work is not perfect. Are you not allowed to question it?"

"I didn't say you can't question it, nor did I say that what he made was perfect. Why do you have to slander him? "

So they started arguing in another direction, and Wei Wuxian rode by on his donkey, laughing. I didn't expect that after so many years, he was still as powerful as ever in the verbal battles of the cultivators. As the saying goes, "Everyone who sees Wei will argue." If we were to vote for the most popular person among the hundred, who else would it be but him?

To be fair, what the monk said was not wrong. The wind evil disk that is now in common use was the first version he made, and it was indeed not precise enough. He was originally working on improving it, but before he could finish the improvement, his nest was destroyed. So he had to put up with everyone and continue to use the first version that was not precise enough.

Having said that, most of the creatures that eat flesh and bones are low-level, such as zombies; only the more gentle and elegant high-level monsters or evil spirits can absorb and digest souls. They ate seven in one breath, no wonder so many families gathered here. Since the night prey is not trivial, it is inevitable that the Fengxie Plate will make some mistakes.

Wei WuXian pulled the rope tight, jumped off the donkey, and put the apple that had been hanging on the donkey all the way to its mouth: “One bite, just one bite… Bah, you’re going to eat my whole hand with this bite.”

He picked up the other side of the apple, took two bites, and stuffed it back into the donkey's mouth. He reflected on why he had fallen to the point of sharing an apple with a donkey, when his back suddenly bumped into someone. He turned around and saw that it was a girl. Although she bumped into him, she didn't take him seriously at all. Her eyes were dull, and she was smiling, staring straight in a certain direction.

Wei WuXian followed her gaze. In that direction was a dark mountaintop, which was none other than Dafan Mountain.

Suddenly, without any warning, the girl started dancing in front of him.

The dance moves were wild and daring, and Wei WuXian was watching it with great interest when a woman ran over, holding up her skirt, and hugged her, crying, “Ah Yan, let’s go back, let’s go back!”

Ah Yan struggled to shake her off, the smile on her face never faded, she continued to dance with a creepy kindness, the woman had no choice but to chase her all over the street, crying as she ran. A peddler nearby said, "What a sin, Ah Yan from Zheng the blacksmith's house has escaped again."

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"Her mother is so pitiful. Ah Yan, Ah Yan's husband, and her husband, none of them are good..."

Wei WuXian wandered around, sorting out the strange things that had happened here from the scattered words of various people.

On Mount Dafan, there is an ancient cemetery. Most of the ancestors of the residents of Fojiao Town are buried here. Sometimes, a pit is dug here for an unknown body and a wooden sign is erected. A few months ago, there was a night of thunder and lightning, and heavy wind and rain. After a night of heavy rain, a landslide occurred on Mount Dafan. It was the cemetery. Many old tombs were destroyed, and several coffins were turned out of the soil. The coffin lids were blown away by a lightning bolt, and the bodies and coffins were burned black.

The residents of Fojiao Town were very worried, so they prayed for blessings and rebuilt the ancient tombs, thinking that the past would be resolved. However, since then, people with lost souls have frequently appeared in Fojiao Town.

The first one was a lazy man. He was a poor man who was idle on weekdays. He always liked to go up the mountain to catch birds for fun. He was trapped in Dafan Mountain on the night of the landslide. He was scared to death, but fortunately he was lucky enough to be safe. The strange thing was that a few days after he came back, he suddenly married a wife and held a grand wedding. He said that he would do good deeds and live a peaceful life from now on.

On the wedding night, he got drunk and lay down on the bed and never got up. The bride called him but he didn't respond. When she pushed him, she found that his eyes were staring and his body was cold. He was no different from a dead person except that he could still breathe. He lay there for several days without eating or drinking, and finally rested in peace. It was a pity that the bride became a widow just after getting married.

The second one is Ah Yan from Zheng the blacksmith's family. The girl had just been engaged, but her future husband was killed by wolves in the mountains while hunting the next day. When she learned about this, she also had the same situation as the lazy man. Fortunately, after a while, her amnesia healed on its own. But from then on, she became crazy and danced outside every day with a smile on her face.

The third person was A Yan's father, Zheng the Blacksmith. So far, seven people have been killed in succession.

Wei WuXian thought that it was most likely a soul-eating demon rather than a soul-eating beast.

Although the two words differ by one character, they are completely different things. Sha belongs to the category of ghosts, while beasts are demon beasts. In his opinion, it may be that a landslide shook down the ancient tomb, and the thunder from the sky split the coffin, releasing the old Sha resting inside. To know whether it is true or not, just let him take a look at what kind of coffin it is and whether there is any seal left. But the townspeople of Fojiao Town must have buried the charred coffin in another place and buried the bones again, so there must not be many traces left.

To go up the mountain, one had to take the mountain path from the town. Wei Wuxian rode his donkey slowly up the slope. After walking for a while, the group walked down with gloomy faces.

Some of the people on the road had wounds on their faces, and they were talking at once. It was dark, and they ran into a donkey rider wearing a hanged ghost makeup. They were all startled, cursed, and hurriedly walked around him down the hill. Wei Wuxian looked back and wondered if the prey was too hard to catch, so he returned empty-handed? After a brief thought, he patted the donkey's buttocks and trotted up the mountain.

He just missed the following complaints from the group:

“I’ve never seen anyone so domineering!”

"The head of such a big family, is it necessary for him to come here and snatch a Soul-Eating Demon from us? He must have killed countless of them when he was young!"

"What can I do? He is the clan leader. I can offend no family but the Jiang family, and I can offend no one but Jiang Cheng. Just pack up and leave. Just consider it your bad luck!"