The Pagoda Quells the River Demon

Hah! Where are you hiding, you monster?! "Aaaah!" A sleeve of bluish-gray flashed by. The little figure in bright yellow narrowly dodged a peachwood sword, gasping and panting in fright. The man in the bluish-gray robe stood glaring, making his handsome face look downright terrifying. Every move forced the boy closer to a dead end, scaring him so badly that he couldn't even fight back. "Little demon! Take this!" The man charged again. The boy panted as he dodged. Suddenly, he spotted a huge clam on the sandy bank beside the clear water, its shell opening and closing as it breathed. With no time to lose, the boy used a magical illusion to slip inside the clam. He turned a reed leaf into a copy of himself, dressed it in his clothes, and sent it flying away on the wind. The man came rushing over, saw a flash of yellow flying off, and hurried after it. The boy, now completely naked inside the clam, finally heard the Taoist priest's voice fade into the distance. He let out a long, relieved breath. Beside him, the little clam spirit trembled in terror. Who could have guessed that simply coming up to bask in the sun on such a lovely afternoon would mean running into the little devil of Yanghe? What was it supposed to do now? The round little clam spirit curled into a corner of its shell and gazed pitifully at the boy, its voice quavering. "M-Mr. Sha..." Theme: