The night fell, the moonlight was thin and cold, along the winding footpath in the forest, a hurried and panicky footsteps broke the silence of the night.
A few birds perched on the branches were startled and flapped their wings, flying towards the night sky.
Yun Yao suddenly opened her eyes, and everything around her seemed so unfamiliar and enigmatic.
She instinctively wanted to get up, but was startled to find that her body was completely out of control. An unfamiliar sensation surged through her heart in an instant.
She turned her head subconsciously and almost fainted at the sight before her.
The dark and shiny hard exoskeleton, under the feeble moonlight, shone with an eerie glow, as if it was a dark armor from the abyss.
The eight long and thick legs were like eight solid iron columns, covered with sharp barbs at the joints, which made people feel awe-inspiring just by looking at them.
Wow, what a massive spider spirit! Just look at its size; its cultivation must be at least a thousand years old.
Um? That's not right, this spider spirit seems to be herself?
How can it be that she herself is not human in this realm?
Before she could even ponder on it further.
"Evil spirit, surrender!"
A deep and authoritative Buddhist chant suddenly resounded, thundering in her ears like a clap of thunder.
Shaking the leaves to fall down in a rustle.
Yun Yao involuntarily raised her head and saw a handsome monk holding a shining bowl, chasing after her at lightning speed.
The monk was dressed in flowing robes, his feet seemed to generate wind, and each step carried the weight of a thousand thunderbolts.
The monk was about 1.85 meters tall, which in ancient times would be genuinely called an "eight-foot man."
His towering stature is self-evident, but most importantly, his appearance is exceptionally outstanding.
Elegant and handsome, he had eyes that sparkled with intelligence and a straight nose. His face was chiseled like a knife, with high cheekbones and a blood-red mouth.
Being a monk, he was handsome in a way that was earth-shattering.
However, his gaze was not friendly at all, embodying an unwavering sense of malice. It seemed as if she was the greatest evil in the world that must be eradicated at once.
Wow, is this for expelling demons and spirits?
The monk recited words in a low voice, and the sound of the scriptures echoed through the mountains and forests, like a fatal talisman, causing Yun Yao to feel an endless wave of fear.
She couldn't help but tremble, and her eight legs couldn't help but feel weak and soft, as if she wanted to crawl on the ground.
She tried to dispel the fear in her heart.
Her first instinct was to run as quickly as possible. If she didn't run, would she really be caught and stuffed into that monk's bowl?
She struggled forward as hard as she could, her massive body breaking through branches along the way and kicking up leaves and debris.
Her eight long legs crossed each other rapidly on the ground, raising a gust of wind, and dust flew up wherever she passed.
However, the monk's speed was extremely fast, and the distance between them kept shrinking. The light on the bowl became increasingly dazzling.
"Zhongting, transmit the plot to me quickly!"
Yun Yao was running frantically forward, perhaps because she turned into a spider spirit. She instinctively felt fear of the monk's bowl and urgently spoke to the system.
"Okay."
The system knew that the situation was urgent and quickly transmitted the plot's memories to her.
She didn't have time to carefully digest the plot, hastily receiving the original owner's memories. She didn't have time for anything else but quickly flipped through the content related to cultivation.
Wow, it's really a spider spirit, and it's a millennium-old spider spirit.
She found the usage method and was about to activate the power within her body to make herself run faster.
Unexpectedly, in the next second, she was hit by the monk's Buddhist staff and flew out.
Her hard black exoskeleton was dented, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, sending her rolling several times across the grass.
Purple light flashed, and the giant black spider disappeared. Instead, a beautiful woman crawled on the grass.
The beauty's mouth was gushing blood, and her face was pale as paper, yet she was still breathtakingly beautiful.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, slender and slightly curved, as if they contained endless charm.
Her eyes were bright like stars, deep and mysterious, and when she glanced, she could capture people's hearts.
She wore a long robe in bright crimson, like a blazing flame.
Her waist was like a willow, graceful and elegant, and every move was incredibly seductive.
But the beautiful monk in front of her was completely unmoved, with a face as cold as frost: "Evil spirit, quickly follow me back to the temple to be punished!"
The monk shouted again, and the golden glow from the bowl in his hand intensified, as if it contained boundless power. He approached step by step.
Yun Yao's heart was filled with anger, and her body flew up in a flash, landing on the top of a large tree.
A long sword was already in her hand, emitting a chilling aura.
"Master... I haven't done any harm. Why do you have to capture me?"
Her eyebrows were like frost, and her eyes stared at the monk angrily, speaking in a stern tone.
Her chest heaved intensely, revealing her inner fury.
At this moment, she had received the memories of the original host, and she had thought that it was because the original host had done something evil that the monk wanted to capture her.
She had never expected that the original host had not done any evil deeds, but was simply unlucky. She had come out to play and was accidently discovered by this monk.
He felt the demonic aura from her body and wanted to capture her.
"You are an evil spirit, and even if you are not committing any evil now, you will surely do so in the future. Quickly come with me to the temple to listen to the Dharma."
As he spoke, he stretched his body, like a ghostly figure, and approached her. With a high lift of the golden bowl, the golden light transformed into a cage and enveloped Yun Yao.
Yun Yao's heart tightened, knowing that she was at a critical moment of life or death. Even though she knew she was no match for the monk, she could only face the situation head-on.
She clenched her teeth and waved her long sword with fierce intensity, trying to block the cage transformed from the golden bowl.
Her wrist turned, and the sword flowers shone, creating a sound of wind.
However, the monk's magical powers were deep, and each move carried the force of a mountain collapsing.
For a moment, the forest was bathed in flashing light, with sand and stones being swept up.
Leaves were whirled into the air by the powerful force, and branches snapped loudly as they were shaken.
Yun Yao's strength was gradually depleting, and her moves became disordered. She spat blood repeatedly, and her face became paler than paper.
"You monk, you're really annoying. There are so many evil spirits out there for you to capture, but you choose to capture me instead. What kind of logic is that?"
A hint of helplessness and dissatisfaction flashed across her eyes.
Seeing that the monk remained unmoved, she continued, "Although I am an evil spirit, I have never done any harm. On the contrary, I often help the people."
She wiped the blood that was dripping from her mouth and looked up at the monk, her breathing unsteady as she said, "I..."
Xuan Ji suddenly stopped, and a hint of doubt flashed across his eyes, as if he suspected the truth of what she said.
Yun Yao noticed this and a glimmer of joy appeared in her eyes. She quickly said, "I'm telling the truth, Master. If you don't believe me, you can go to Ningzhou City and ask around. I was there recently, offering medicine and diagnosis without charging anything. I saved many poor families from suffering...
Although this monk is quite annoying, he really is very handsome.
Handsome without being effeminate, strong without being arrogant, this appearance is truly not inferior to any male protagonist in any realm.
It's even a thousand streets further away from the so-called 'fresh faces' in the modern realm.
He's just incredibly handsome.
Suddenly, a bizarre and terrifying idea occurred to her inner self.
Could this monk be the male protagonist of the realm?
Just based on his appearance and the formidable and terrifying strength, it's very possible.
"Hey, host, congratulations! You're right. He is the male protagonist of the realm. Master Xuan Ji, a famous high monk at Wanfo Temple, who you will be targeting next."
The voice of the system, full of schadenfreude, suddenly echoed in her mind.
Yun Yao stared wide-eyed in shock at the beautiful monk in front of her.
She suddenly felt like dying.
As an evil spirit, to conquer a monk who subdues demons and spirits—it seems impossible to complete such a task.
"Alright, I'll give you a chance today and spare your life. But you must swear that you will never cause harm to others in the future."
The monk looked at her, frowning.
"Master, there's no need for a vow. I was just bluffing earlier. Please catch me, and I'm willing to follow you back to the temple to listen to the Dharma."
Her eyes flicked, and her mouth curved into an enigmatic smile.
With a graceful movement, she had already descended from the tree top to the ground. She walked towards Xuan Ji, her smile full of allure and swaying elegantly.
She moved with light steps, her skirt fluttering with the wind.
Xuan Ji stared at her in disbelief, surprised by the fact that this spider spirit had taken the opportunity to escape but instead chose to follow him back to the temple.
His eyes were deep, and his gaze was filled with curiosity.
Yun Yao felt uncomfortable under his gaze but maintained her composure and allowed him to inspect her.
Xuan Ji's brow furrowed, and he spoke in a low voice, "You demon, your thoughts are unpredictable. Don't play any tricks."
She looked up, her eyes sparkling with mischief: "Master, I have no tricks up my sleeve. I am merely sincere in my repentance and willing to follow you for spiritual cultivation."
Xuan Ji coldly snorted, "If what you said is false, I will not be lenient."
After that, he turned and walked towards the direction of the temple.
Yun Yao's eyes flickered with a smug smile as she followed closely behind.
As they walked, the night wind in the mountains gently blew through her hair.
Moonlight shone through the gaps of the leaves and cast a series of fragmented shadows on the ground.
