Inner Demons

When a bright moon hung high over the Huangshan pine at the edge of the cliff, the last believer who had come to the mountain to worship finally left.

Old Daoist Liu carefully inspected the main hall of the mountain god temple and then locked the door.

There were no valuable possessions in the hall, only some clay statues. To have a clay artisan from White Heron Island make such statues would cost no more than a corner of a silver coin each.

But he knew that now those clay statues were not just clay statues—they had spirits on them.

He knew of these spirits and had dealt with them. However, there was a difference between humans and demons, and he always felt that he should not get too deeply involved.

In fact, it wasn't that he had any particular opinion about demons—few demons were good things—what other particular opinion could there be? It was just that he had been a temple keeper for so many years and knew many things. He understood that some demons would display their divine powers and do good deeds.

However, their basic nature was hard to change. You never knew when they might suddenly and casually do something that would make your heart leap into your throat.

It was just that these few… hmm, the Green Dragon Emissary, White Dragon Emissary, Black Dragon Emissary, Red Dragon Emissary, and that strange “Dragon Crown Prince,” as well as… the ghost of that Qiao Family child, were different.

Old Daoist Liu had once unintentionally overheard them “holding a meeting” in the hall when he got up one night.