Over the past decade living in this small town, he had heard tales from the scholar about celestial swords striking heaven's gate, stories of river demons stirring up floods a hundred miles away, and accounts of immortal disciples wielding flying swords to vanquish demons and protect humanity. He had even witnessed slovenly Daoists swindling people, leaping into the sky to escape custody, only to be brought back down by officials who flew after them.,Lu Yang listened to the increasingly loud rain outside and was grateful that Meng Jingzhou had let him into the car.,Lu Yang noticed something strange and whispered, "Brother Meng, why is she dry Could she be a monster"。