The Demon Servant is Not Heaven (Volume 1, Chapter 1)

Volume One: A Female Ghost Lives Inside My Body
　　　　
(Part 1)

At 6:45 AM on the 24th day of the sixth lunar month, atop Wudang Mountain, at the Golden Hall atop Tianzhu Peak.

Wei Meng leaned against the Sumeru pedestal, smoking a cigarette, and watched disdainfully as Wei Baode raised incense sticks high
above his head and knelt before the tightly closed doors of the Golden Hall.

Wei Baode was Wei Meng's grandfather, once a renowned shamanic disciple in Shuangshan County.
Whenever and wherever the old monk of Longhu Temple in Shuangshan County saw him, he would kneel and bow, asking why he did so. The old monk said that
Wei Baode had received the Buddha's blessing in his previous life, and that all ghosts would avoid him, and no evil spirits would invade him.

The old monk said this because Wei Baode had nine yellow spots on the top of his head, resembling the ordination scars of
a monk .

With the old monk as a living advertisement, Wei Baode's fame spread far and wide, and his business was booming.

However, since his wife passed away, Wei Baode had given up his "supernatural powers" and no longer performed incense readings for people.

Wei Meng firmly believed that his grandfather was just "playing tricks." If his grandfather truly possessed the ability to exorcise demons,
he wouldn't have covered his eyes and screamed in terror while watching "The Ring."

Do ghosts and gods really exist? If you asked Wei Meng at this moment, he would tell you without hesitation, no!
Ghosts and gods are all nonsense.

But four minutes later, Wei Meng not only saw a female ghost, but this female ghost also forcibly inhabited his
body…

Wei Meng, male, 16 years old, 183cm tall, 80kg, plays basketball like Jordan, plays
soccer better than Ronaldo, and can fight Bruce Lee for three hundred rounds in boxing (of course, this is just Wei Meng's self-proclaimed claim).
Currently he has graduated from junior high school but has no high school to accept him.

Wei Meng originally had the opportunity to enter Lingdong Middle School, which is affiliated with the provincial sports school, but just
three days , the principal of Lingdong Middle School personally returned the 50,000 yuan he had collected over six months, saying that this year, the higher authorities required stricter regulations on
the admission process, and Wei Meng's academic performance was too poor to be admitted to Lingdong Middle School.

The long-arranged plan suddenly changed. Wei Meng's father, realizing something had gone wrong, rushed home after making inquiries
and immediately gave Wei Meng a severe beating: "You little brat, if you're going to pick up girls, fine, but who told you to mess with Xi
Yuyue?"

Xi Yuyue, female, 16 years old, a transfer student from Beijing, 168 cm tall, 46 kg, her measurements?
Those were numbers that would make any man's nose bleed.

Xi Yuyue first appeared on the school path on the afternoon of the first day of the second semester of junior high, after Wei Meng's
basketball team had just won a game.

Wei Meng could never describe the feeling he had when he first saw Xi Yuyue. The weather was still cold that day, and Xi Yuyue
was wearing a thick down jacket, with only a section of her neck exposed. That single section of her fair skin made Wei Meng feel as if he were seeing
Venus's left arm; every inch of her skin radiated a perfect glow, making him feel as if he were under the warm winter sun,
completely captivated and unable to extricate himself.

Just because he caught a glimpse of her in the crowd, Wei Meng recklessly pushed aside the cheerleaders surrounding him,
ran to Xi Yuyue, and confessed his feelings for the first time: "Beautiful lady, be my girlfriend."

Because it was their first meeting, Xi Yuyue was very polite to Wei Meng: "Get lost!"

This was the only sentence Xi Yuyue had ever said to Wei Meng so far.

For the next half-semester, Wei Meng tried every possible way to get close to Xi Yuyue, confessing his feelings in various ways, but the result
was surprisingly consistent—in Xi Yuyue's eyes, he was just a wisp of breathing air.

At the graduation ceremony, after Xi Yuyue performed a solo dance as a student representative, Wei Meng
ran onto , knelt on one knee, and presented Xi Yuyue with a large bouquet of red roses.

"It's truly a miracle, Xi Yuyue! You appear in my dreams every night. Don't laugh at me for being silly;
I'm telling you my deepest secrets! No matter where we are, no matter the season, please believe me, I will always keep you
by my side. Wherever I go, you will always be the most precious thing in my life. After much thought, only
you are the best to me. If you don't want me, who will?"

Amidst the students' cheers, the principal took off his glasses and shook his head: This brat, when
will he realize that a toad can't eat swan meat?

Xi Yuyue gracefully took her leave, never once glancing at Wei Meng.

"Thirty-fourth time, Wei Meng confessed to Xi Yuyue for the thirty-fourth time, and failed!" someone
shouted .

Wei Meng raised the roses high, like holding a trophy, and shouted to the crowd: "Failure is
the mother . How can you see a rainbow without going through the storm?"

He acted as if Xi Yuyue had accepted his confession.

Having been inexplicably beaten and then locked up at home by his parents, Wei Meng had no idea
what he had done wrong. The last time he got into a fight with some thugs and ended up in the police station, his father only scolded him a few times and didn't lay
a . It wasn't

until Wei Baode arrived that Wei Meng learned from his parents' and grandfather's conversation that he had offended a very powerful
figure, and none of the fourteen high schools in the city were willing to accept him.

And this powerful figure seemed to be related to Xi Yuyue.

"This isn't my grandson's fault," Wei Baode said nonchalantly, swaying his gleaming bald head. "I said at the beginning of the year that he was haunted by evil spirits. It's alright, it's alright. I'll just book a tour
to Wudang Mountain with him. He can offer incense to the Zhenwu Emperor, and everything will turn around." 　　When Wei Meng excitedly followed his grandfather to the tour group's meeting point, seeing a sea of white-haired people around him, Wei Meng realized that Wei Baode had booked a senior citizen tour. Not only could he not enjoy himself freely, but he also had to help elderly women cross the street from time to time. 　　"Wei Meng, come quickly and offer incense to the Great Emperor." Wei Baode handed three incense sticks to Wei Meng. 　　"The one who burns the first incense is blessed, the one who burns the first incense is blessed." An old Taoist priest , his hair disheveled, barefoot, wearing tattered Taoist robes, holding a broken broom, and stood at the entrance of the Golden Hall, gently pushing open the door. 　　"Old Taoist, that statue has wet its pants." Wei Meng pointed to the statue of the True Martial Emperor in the Golden Hall and said. 　　"Don't talk nonsense." Wei Baode raised his hand to reprimand Wei Meng, but following Wei Meng's hand, he saw the situation inside the Golden Hall, and his raised hand froze in mid-air. 　　The True Martial Emperor inside the Golden Hall was soaking wet, dripping with water, as if he were drenched in sweat.

"The Great Emperor has manifested! The Great Emperor has manifested!" the old Taoist priest shouted twice, prostrating himself before the statue of the True Martial Emperor
with utmost respect.

Wei Baode felt his knees buckle and knelt before the statue as well, pulling Wei Meng
along with .

Wei Meng pulled away, not wanting his trousers to get wet from the rain, and he felt that kneeling before a dummy was
foolish.

"Kneel down before the Great Emperor! There are gods watching over us; the Great Emperor is not to be offended!" Wei Baode shouted sternly.

"The True Martial Emperor is nothing," Wei Meng retorted casually.

"Damn it all! Damn it all!" the old Taoist priest scrambled to his feet, grabbed a broken broom, and began sweeping wildly around the feet of Wei Meng
and his grandfather , ostensibly sweeping but actually shooing them away.

Just then, large fireballs, the size of basins, suddenly appeared around the Golden Hall, rolling back and forth, dazzlingly bright
. The fireballs collided with a deafening roar.

Wei Baode screamed "Mommy!" and fell to the ground, while Wei Meng leaped into the Golden Hall
.

"You damned bastard! You damned bastard!" The old Taoist priest, carrying a tattered broom, jumped into the Golden Hall and tackled Wei Meng to the ground.

Wei Meng tried to push the old Taoist away, but the old Taoist's robe was so tattered, it seemed made of paper, and Wei Meng's
hands somehow slipped through the clothes and touched the old Taoist's body.

The old Taoist was actually wearing nothing underneath the robe, and Wei Meng felt his hands touching warm, smooth,
jade-like skin .

A tattered old Taoist priest, yet he had skin like a baby's? For a moment, Wei Meng forgot what he was supposed to do,
and his hands groped the old Taoist's body to confirm that his feeling was correct.

"You damned bastard! You damned bastard!" The old Taoist raised his hand and slapped Wei Meng across the face, but before he could hit him again, Wei
Meng hurriedly grabbed his hand.

The hand was small, with slender, white fingers, and felt boneless when grasped by Wei Meng. It struggled to break free, unwilling to give up.

The eternal flame in front of the True Martial Emperor flickered and crackled. Simultaneously, bolts of lightning
ripped through the sky, like sharp swords cleaving the golden palace. In an instant, the palace shone with golden light, shooting straight to the heavens. A long, dark blue arrow
appeared within the golden light, heading towards the old Taoist's back.

Wei Meng hurriedly caught the old Taoist, rolling several times to dodge the arrow and
pinning him beneath him.

"You…" a delicate shout rang out.

Wei Meng looked down; beneath him was not an old Taoist, but a young girl. The girl's face was contorted
with anger, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, glaring fiercely at him.

"Damn it!" Wei Meng frantically tried to get up from the ground, or rather, from the little girl's body.
He couldn't understand how he had transformed from a shabby old Taoist priest into a little girl. Was it some kind of magic trick, "disappearing into the world"?

As he stood up, Wei Meng's large hand accidentally brushed against the little girl's Taoist robe. The already tattered robe,
like dandelion seeds in April, danced in the golden light of the Golden Hall.

In an instant, only speckled marks remained on the little girl's body, barely covering her fair and
tender skin.

Wei Meng froze, his body halfway up.

The little girl looked about twelve or thirteen years old, every inch of her skin exuding a youthful innocence. Her most striking feature
was her whiteness; not only was her skin as white as snow, but even her hair and eyebrows looked as if they had been touched by frost.

The only flaws were the two pink protrusions on her chest and the small patch of light black below her abdomen. Two peach blossoms were about to bloom, and a touch of tender grass was just

beginning to sprout in spring.

Wei Meng felt a hot, damp sensation in his nostrils as several drops of crimson liquid dripped onto the little girl's body,
starkly contrasting against her fair skin.

"Boom!" A thunderous roar echoed within the golden hall.

A long, dark blue arrow silently appeared behind Wei Meng, piercing through his back and
embedding itself in the little girl's chest the instant the thunderclap sounded…

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