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Qin Mu chose a good day. When the ugly southern red plague ghost Zhang Yuanbo was carried out of the south gate of Xiangyin, dark clouds covered the sky, spring thunders sounded, and lightning flashed across the dark sky from time to time.
These moments of lightning and thunder often make people feel that the power of heaven is unpredictable, and their awe of God and fear of ghosts and gods will naturally deepen.
The people of Xiangyin who followed Qin Mu out of the city were even more worried, fearing that Qin Mu's actions had angered the heavens. People kept discussing privately:
"Look at this horrible weather. Tell me, is this the Plague God getting angry?"
"Who knows? I hope Lord Qin's ancient magic weapon can really subdue the God of Plague."
"But what if we can't subdue it? Wouldn't the plague god take revenge on the people of Xiangyin?"
"Amitabha, may the Bodhisattva bless you."
"I heard that Lord Qin is the incarnation of the Purple Star. Maybe he can really subdue the Plague God. Let's just wait and see."
"What do you know? In every dynasty, the emperor was a descendant of the Purple Star. I have heard that he could subdue the God of Plague. I think that this time, Xiangyin is in great trouble."
"How is that the same? When Lord Qin was offering sacrifices to heaven in Huichang, God spoke to Lord Qin. I have never heard of any emperor being able to speak to God before."
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No matter what people talked about, Qin Mu continued to do his own thing, holding the Juque sword, following closely behind the clay sculpture of the God of Plague, with a cold expression and a stern gaze, as if he was really escorting the God of Plague.
Under his order, the statue of the god of plague was carried up a small hill. Many incense sticks were lit in front of the statue, and the air was filled with smoke and fire.
The tall statue stood on the top of the mountain, its ugly face looking down at the people below, as if it wanted to eat them. In addition, the sky was filled with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, creating a mysterious and cold atmosphere between heaven and earth, which further highlighted the horror of the plague god. Many people did not even dare to take a second look at him.
All the people were ordered to stay at the foot of the mountain. This time, Qin Mu decided to put on a show. He held up the Juque sword, looked up at the sky, closed his eyes and concentrated, with a solemn expression on his face, as if he was communicating with the heavens. After a while, he held the Juque sword tightly and walked up the mountain step by step, with only Xu Yongshun following behind him.
Thousands of people at the foot of the mountain stared at Qin Mu's back, not knowing what he was going to do.
As Qin Mu's footsteps got closer and closer to the top of the mountain, people's mood became more and more nervous for unknown reasons. Many people didn't even dare to breathe, and they felt suffocated.
Xu Yongshun was holding a kite made by Qin Mu himself. The kite was very big and had some mysterious symbols painted on it. No one could understand what they were.
When he reached the top of the mountain, Xu Yongshun quickly glanced at the tall and ferocious statue of the God of Plague, but he didn't dare to look at it any longer. To be honest, he also had an inexplicable sense of fear in his heart, but he had to hold on in front of Qin Mu.
At this time, he finally couldn't help but asked cautiously: "Brother Qin, what are we going to do?"
Qin Mu glanced at him coldly and said in a deep voice: "You don't need to ask any more questions. Just do as I say. What, are you scared? If you are scared, go down the mountain immediately. Replace Li Shi for me."
“No, no, no, how could I be afraid? Big brother tells me to do something, you... you say..." Xu Yongshun said he was not afraid, but he couldn't even speak fluently. At this time, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the lightning was getting closer and closer. A heavy rain was about to come, and the sky and the earth were gloomy and mysterious.
Qin Mu was actually very nervous. He was also afraid that his plan would fail. Seeing that a heavy rain was coming, he quickly told Xu Yongshun: "The time has come. Hurry, fly the kite into the sky. Quickly."
With the cooperation of the two people, the kite was quickly released into the sky. Xu Yongshun had played with kites many times in his life, but this time was different. He felt that he was not flying a kite, but fighting with ghosts and gods.
He was running on the mountain with the spool in his hand. Maybe it was because of the exercise or because he was too nervous, but although the weather was getting colder, his forehead was covered with sweat.
The strong wind blew the kite higher and higher, straight into the clouds. Qin Mu grabbed the spool and shouted to Xu Yongshun, "That's enough. Get down the mountain quickly."
"Brother Qin, what about you?"
"Just go down if I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
"Oh!" Xu Yongshun responded and ran down the mountain. When he reached halfway up the mountain, a strong wind blew and almost blew him down. When he staggered down the mountain, it started to rain and the rain hit his face painfully.
The lightning was getting closer and closer, and from time to time it was like a bright giant axe splitting the dark clouds in the sky with bursts of rumbling sounds.
Qin Mu was the only one left on the mountain, and at the foot of the mountain there were thousands of eyes staring at him. Including Zhuge Min, He Tengjiao and others, all of them held their breath, feeling very nervous because of this strange scene.
The big kite was sometimes visible and sometimes invisible in the dark clouds and rain. At this moment, Qin Mu wound the spool around the tall statue of the God of Plague, and then he stepped away. His figure was a little blurry in the rain... ... ... ...
Just when Qin Mu retreated a dozen steps, a bolt of lightning struck down along the kite...
Crack! There was a loud, deafening noise.
The dazzling lightning made people's eyes blinded in an instant, and many people at the foot of the mountain screamed in fear. Amidst the screams, the statue of the God of Plague on the mountain was struck into pieces by lightning, and pieces flew everywhere, which was a horrible sight.
This shocking scene made the people at the foot of the mountain silent at first. They stared in a daze. Many people had their mouths open and drooled without realizing it.
In this era, being struck by lightning was definitely not a natural phenomenon, but a punishment from God. When the imperial palace was struck by lightning, the emperor would avoid the palace, reduce his food intake, grant amnesty to all prisoners, and allow all officials to advise him of their mistakes in order to seek forgiveness from God.
If someone is struck by lightning, he must have done something wrong, and it is an unforgivable crime, so God would be so cruel as to kill him with lightning.
When common people swore an oath, they often used "being struck by five thunders" as the most poisonous oath.
Now, the God of Plague was struck by lightning, and it was Qin Mu who attracted the thunder to kill the God of Plague. Qin Mu could actually attract thunder! This astonishing fact made He Tengjiao, Zhuge Min and others stunned and unbelievable, but the thousands of people watching at the foot of the mountain had to believe it. This... ... ... ...
"The thunder from heaven struck the Plague God." I don't know who shouted first. Then the quiet mountain below burst into exclamations and excited shouts.
"The lightning came down along the kite that Lord Qin released. On the kite was a symbol of Lord Qin summoning heavenly thunder... That... That... That... That was the heavenly thunder summoned by Lord Qin."
"Ah! Look! Lord Qin summoned the thunder to strike the God of Plague."
"It's a good chop!"
"Great! The Plague God was struck to death by lightning. The Plague God was struck to death by the lightning summoned by Lord Qin."
Excited people ran aimlessly in the rain, waving their hats, while some hugged each other and cried with joy.
"Master Qin, Master Qin is indeed... Hey. Where is Master Qin?"
There was thunderous cheering at the foot of the mountain. People looked at the statue of the God of Plague that was shattered by thunder and shouted and jumped. This miraculous scene made everyone firmly believe that the God of Plague had been struck to death and turned into ashes. The threat of the plague was lifted and everyone was saved. Suddenly, someone in the excited crowd shouted, "Master Qin! Where is Master Qin?"
The people were awakened at this moment. Qin Mu, whom they had been staring at, was gone. Everyone couldn't help but shout, "Yes. Where is Lord Qin?"
"Master Qin! Master Qin!"
"Go up the mountain and take a look, quickly."
Li Shi rushed up the mountain with a team of guards. They didn't know what happened, but Qin Mu suddenly disappeared. How could this be possible
The rain kept falling, and the road was slippery. The guards who rushed up the mountain slipped from time to time, and Li Shi also ran and climbed. When he rushed to the top of the mountain, he saw Qin Mu lying on the top of the mountain. His clothes were soaked by the rain, and he fell in the mud and water without moving. It seemed that he had died.
“Sir!” Li Shi screamed, ran over, helped Qin Mu sit up, and kept shaking him hard, shouting in panic: “Sir, sir, wake up, sir, what’s wrong with you, wake up...”
The guards who rushed over immediately saw Qin Mu unconscious, and their expressions changed drastically. They surrounded him, and Li Shi was so anxious that he almost cried. He was different from others. In addition to relying on Qin Mu to have everything he had today, he also followed Qin Mu through life and death for so long, guarding him day and night, and had already developed a blood-thicker-than-water friendship.
As he shook him vigorously, Qin Mu's fingers moved and he slowly woke up. Li Shi was surprised and happy. He knelt in front of him and asked anxiously, "Sir, you are awake. Are you okay?"
Qin Mu looked a little dazed. He looked at Li Shi and the guards around him blankly for a long time before he murmured irrelevantly, "He... Damn it, how... how did it come so quickly? Franklin, you really screwed me over. How did it come so quickly? I almost lost my life..."
No way, is the master stupid? Li Shi was very anxious and shook Qin Mu's shoulders vigorously again, shaking Qin Mu's head like a rattle.
“Li Shi!” Qin Mu roared, “Damn it, if you keep shaking me, I’ll be killed even if I’m still alive.”
"Sir..." Li Shi stopped immediately and carefully checked every change in Qin Mu's expression to make sure whether he was okay.
"Help me up."
"Yes, sir."
"The God of Plague was struck to death by thunder. Are you happy?"
"I am happy, of course I am happy."
"You call this being happy?"
"grown ups... ... ... "
"Shout, cheer! The plague god has been struck to death. His soul has been shattered and reduced to ashes. No one needs to worry about contracting the plague anymore."
"Ah, yes, yes, the Plague God was struck to death!"
"The God of Plague was struck to ashes!"
The guards on the mountain surrounded Qin Mu and walked down the mountain, cheering loudly. When the people at the foot of the mountain saw Qin Mu, they were infected by the enthusiastic atmosphere and started shouting. In the heavy rain, the cheers were thunderous and the world was boiling...
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