Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 909 The Snake Demon in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio (5)

"True God, will you sell your demon flesh?"

Xiong Bufan disliked people eating demons, and even more so the term "demon meat." He replied irritably, "I won't sell it. I exorcise demons, not to eat their flesh."

Upon hearing this, the person who asked the question turned pale and then red, saying, "Yes, yes, the true God."

A servant in the crowd witnessed the entire incident and then quietly slipped away.

It wasn't just one person who wanted to eat demon flesh; one was refused, but others said, "True God, can't this be negotiated? I have plenty of money."

Others started raising their hands, exclaiming, "I have plenty of money too!"

"God, I really need these things."

……

Xiong Bufan's expression remained grim. "I won't sell, that's all."

"The flesh of monsters is a deadly poison that kills instantly. I'm doing this for your own good."

The people were stunned when they heard this. Although they had heard the rumors, none of them had ever eaten the flesh of a demon.

"Is this true God?"

Xiong Bufan said with a forced smile, "Of course it's true. You can try it if you don't believe me."

Even if that person didn't die on the spot, Xiong Bufan would still beat him to death.

Xiong Bufan may make things difficult for some evil demons, but he will not allow humans to kill demons for their flesh. Every demon has a hard life, and as long as they cultivate diligently, they have the right to live a good life.

Those who were making arrangements to eat the demon's flesh all waved their hands, saying, "We dare not, we dare not."

“The true God is thinking of us; your disciple will take his leave now.”

Anyone who knowingly walks down a dead end is a fool.

There were still some people left outside the Moonlight Inn, but Xiong Bufan didn't bother with them and walked back with an air of indifference.

The waiter kept spitting out the musk deer as he carried it over; he had just curiously licked it, and now he was worried he'd been poisoned.

The cook, unaware that the musk deer was a demon, was still stewing the meat and seasoning it, tasting it with his own tongue to check the flavor, afraid that if he didn't cook it well, he would be punished by the shopkeeper.

Xiong Bufan sat at the table, and after the waiter carried two musk deer to the kitchen, he began to serve the cooked meat.

Many people came into the inn; to be honest, it was the first time they had ever seen the true God.

Everyone entered with reverence, and soon the hall was filled with people. After paying for some tea, they began to watch Xiong Bufan eat meat.

Xiong Bufan was also an open-minded bear. He sat at the table, eating meat and vegetables, and even shoveling rice into his mouth when he had nothing to eat.

The waiter was busy as a spinning top, but his eyes were always fixed on Xiong Bufan, wanting to know what made the shopkeeper so special.

The two dishes were only enough for Xiong Bufan to have a small snack; it was impossible for him to be full. However, she discovered a new business opportunity. "Waiter, I'm going to set a rule today: everyone who enters the shop will be charged one tael of silver, whether they're just stopping by for a meal or staying overnight."

Secondly, Lao Tzu did not use his magical arts to treat illnesses, nor did he bestow elixirs or miraculous medicines upon people.

Third, Lao Tzu neither accepted disciples nor taught immortal techniques.

Waiter: "Yes, sir."

Xiong Bufan: "You should respectfully address me as the invincible, powerful, and beautiful true god."

"Yes, the invincible, powerful, and beautiful true god."

Xiong Bufan was still very happy to hear this. When you're out and about, you have to give yourself an identity. "Let's start collecting money now."

"Yes."

With Xiong Bufan backing him up, the waiter was ruthless when it came to collecting money. Whether it was a local gentry or a constable, everyone who came to the Moonlight Inn had to pay one or two taels of silver.

One tael of silver might not be much to a local gentry, but for ordinary laborers, it meant a month's worth of food.

So many people left before the waiter even arrived.

God is important, but money is equally important.

The inn's lobby was suddenly much less crowded, but the waiter still collected over twenty taels of silver.

The musk deer meat was served, and Xiong Bufan continued to eat it, right in front of the people.

"True God, won't you be poisoned to death by eating this demon flesh?"

Xiong Bufan: "I am a true god, immortal, and incomparable to you mortals."

"Yes."

The people watched Xiong Bufan eat meat, their mouths watering. They didn't know if it was the chef's skill or the quality of the meat, but it smelled delicious.

The musk deer meat was continuously served, and Xiong Bufan kept eating it, even giving some to Kongkong.

To be honest, this was the first time the bear and the cat had ever eaten a demon, but they had also offered themselves up. If they hadn't provoked Xiong Bufan, he wouldn't have been so eager to eat it.

The demon flesh and the roots of the little ginseng spirit, like the red bead on its head, can increase one's cultivation level when consumed, though not by much.

Kongkong: "Bufan, don't kill demons anymore."

"Fine, I've never eaten it before, otherwise I wouldn't eat it either."

"Ah."

Xiong Bufan didn't really think much of it while eating it, and since he hadn't found the original owner's Yuan Dan, he just treated it as a small snack.

From afternoon until evening, the people watched Xiong Bufan eat. Those who couldn't stand the hunger left, while the rest were taken by Xiong Bufan for a tael of silver and remained there.

The clever villagers started ordering food, but apart from rice and some flatbreads bought from outside, there was nothing else to eat.

The food was mainly on Xiong Bufan's dining table.

"True God—, please accept me as your disciple!" Before the words had even finished, a middle-aged man rushed in.

The waiter reacted quickly, "Pay first, or you're not allowed in."

The middle-aged man, Zhong Yunshan, took out a bag of silver from his pocket and threw it to the waiter, saying, "You can go now, don't disturb me."

The waiter took the silver. "The true god has set new rules: he does not accept disciples, nor does he cure diseases."

Xiong Bufan stared coldly at the middle-aged man in front of him with black hair, a white beard, triangular eyes, and a bulbous nose, his heart filled with an uncontrollable killing intent.

Zhong Yunshan still wanted to curry favor with Xiong Bufan, saying, "True God, True God, I have spiritual roots and bones, and I also have cultivation."

With a loud thud, Xiong Bufan kicked the man aside, and he only stopped after crashing into a pillar not far away.

Zhong Yunshan was stunned for a moment, then said, "True God, I am a human, not a demon!"

The original owner kept shouting in the space, and Kongkong said to Xiong Bufan, "Bufan, this is the original owner's enemy."

"I understand."

Xiong Bufan drew his sword, his eyes filled with coldness. "Monster, quickly reveal your true form and leave this place, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Zhong Yunshan has gone mad with his desire to become an immortal. "True God, I am human, not a demon."

"You are a tree spirit!"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Yunshan's expression changed. He had indeed cultivated with the old tree, but that did not mean he was a tree demon.

Xiong Bufan didn't give Zhong Yunshan much time to react. He rushed over with his sword and chopped off Zhong Yunshan's hands in two strokes.

The wound is scabbing over, and green sap is still oozing out.

Zhong Yunshan had no time to resist and could only shout, "True God, this is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

The onlookers noticed the green liquid and kept saying, "It's a monster! It's a monster!"

"Kill him!"