The clouds in the night sky revealed a crescent moon, and the temperature became cooler. On the stone tablet with the words "Wanshou Temple" standing in the middle of the three wooden buildings, there were four pillars made of a mixture of water and soil, and the sound of iron chains clanging could be heard.
Naturally, Lu Liangsheng would not listen to his master's words about torturing others if they disagreed with him. If he really wanted to punish the other party, he should do it in the underworld. After all, they have many methods and are familiar with where to start.
Brushing his sleeves, the scholar looked solemnly at the old man hanging in the air.
"Old sir, I admire your determination to resurrect the dead and continue to fight the national crisis. However, you may say that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, but can you live with it in your conscience?"
"Do they have a conscience?"
Old Sun picked up a broken brick at his feet and smashed it into the pool. The splashing water poured on the two hanging bare feet. Chen Fu, whose limbs were hung, did not make any breathing sounds. His eyes stared straight at the scholar through the gaps between his loose hair.
The corners of his mouth opened and he laughed hoarsely twice: "Was there no bloodshed when Yang Jian founded the country? When attacking my old country of the Southern Dynasty, did the soldiers have to kill people? How can I restore my country without casualties? His Yang family can unify the nine provinces of the world, so how can my Chen family not be restored?!"
The fragments of the demon star were pulled out of his body. His body, which had been invulnerable to swords, guns, and spells before, was now bound by the opponent's spells and could no longer do anything. Even if he tried his best to break free, he was bound to be captured again.
… If I don’t run away, I can buy some time to meet my apprentice outside the city.
'I hope Jing'er won't act impulsively and concentrate on practicing Taoism...'
When Lu Liangsheng saw him finish speaking and look lost in thought, he did not disturb him. He just stood there with him for a while before slowly opening his eyes and stepping forward.
"The old gentleman and I have different ideas, so I won't say more. But there is one question that Lu Liangsheng will be unhappy if he doesn't ask it."
Above, the old man moved when he heard the scholar's words. When he raised his face slightly, Lu Liangsheng's voice had already begun to sound.
"Old man, do you know what possesses you?"
On the other side, Chen Fu kept silent, but just looked at the people below with a curled mouth. After a moment, he suddenly laughed.
"... Master Lu, don't waste your breath. Don't say that I don't know. Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. The life and death of the people of the world has nothing to do with me. Isn't it just right that the world is in chaos? Hahaha—"
Laughter echoed throughout the area. Lu Liangsheng closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to stop the Taoist who was so angry that his mouth was twisted. When he opened his eyes again, he swung his robe sleeves violently.
He used his magic power and his voice spread.
"Where is the night patrol in the city? Hurry and inform your city god to come and capture the corpse demon!"
In the pitch-black air, a faint voice came from somewhere: "Yes!"
Soon, below the Wanshou Temple, the pitch-black forest shook rustlingly. A gust of cold wind blew by, and a thin layer of white mist spread through the dense forest.
In the swirling fog, Ji Xin, along with the chief clerks of various departments, floated out with a gloomy wind. There were more than a dozen ghosts on both sides. When they saw the scholar over there, Ji Xin took the lead and saluted.
"Master Lu!"
The voice was vague and ethereal, not as majestic and heavy as before. Lu Liangsheng guessed that it was because his soul was injured by Chen Fu before. The divine light was dim, and the Dharma image in his sight was slightly distorted.
The other party came over, and the scholar raised his hand to return the greeting: "City God, your injury..."
"No problem. As long as the decree is not abolished and the throne is still there, as long as there is a trace of soul, this king can also recover as before."
This is the convenience of having incense and a shrine. The opportunity to become the City God of a place is only available to local people with great reputation and merit. However, Lu Liangsheng knows that if the imperial court appeals to the heaven to revoke the title, the City God's shrine will be stripped away, and his soul will inevitably go to reincarnation. If he has a bad relationship with the underworld of Mount Tai, he can only become a ghost cultivator.
Ji Xin spoke with confidence and ease, but he knew that the young national teacher opposite him now held the power to demolish and build temples, so when they met for the first time, he took the initiative to greet him.
After chatting for a while, Lu Liangsheng put down his hand and invited the other party to go there together, "Does the City God recognize this monster?"
"How can I not recognize you!"
The City God and the chief clerks and ghost messengers behind him were all furious. Not only had they failed in their duties, but they had also caused the deaths of tens of thousands of people in the city. How could they just let it go like this
Since Lu Liangsheng asked them to come over, it was definitely not to watch the show, so Ji Xin waved his hand without saying anything more.
“Take it back!”
A group of ghost messengers received the order and stepped forward to throw out the soul-catching chain. One end of the magic weapon flew straight to the old man in mid-air, avoiding the flesh and bones, and directly locked the soul residing in the body.
Chen Fu cried out in pain and twisted his body, causing the four iron chains tied to his limbs to clang loudly. However, within five breaths, the struggling body above him suddenly became quiet and drooped down weakly. The phantom of a person was pulled out by more than a dozen soul-catching chains.
"You evil creature, you are also a human being, how dare you do such a thing!"
Seeing that the soul had been captured, Ji Xin raised the City God's tablet, and the divine light shone down, covering the old man's soul and putting it into the jade tablet in a blink of an eye.
On the side, Lu Liangsheng saw that the matter was completed and said, "Since the demon soul has been captured, please interrogate it and help find out the origin of the demon star."
"Master, your words are too kind. I will definitely do my best!"
After agreeing on a time, Lu Liangsheng watched the people from the underworld leave, turned around, retracted his magic power, put down the hanging corpse, and used his magic power to raise a flame in the square to burn the corpse to prevent it from turning into a corpse. Without the soul to restrain it, it would cause even greater harm.
The pale firelight reflected in his eyes. Lu Liangsheng looked for a while, then turned and left, walking towards the mountain gate. On Li Sui'an's shoulder, the Toad Taoist turned around and called him.
"Liangsheng, where are you going?"
"Go to the palace."
Lu Liangsheng didn't even turn around. He simply replied, then pinched his fingers and waved his sleeves, performing the two techniques of invisibility and shrinking the ground into an inch. The long street was sparsely populated because of what had happened before. Most of the people were soldiers and yamen runners patrolling the street. In the distance, there were also night watchmen knocking on their gongs.
Bang bang~~~
"The government has ordered that you are not allowed to leave your house late at night..."
Bang bang~~
“… Beware of strangers and don’t open the door!”
The mist was curling, and the sound was fading away. Lu Liangsheng's figure flashed across the street, and when he reappeared, he was at the end of the street, heading towards the imperial city.
…
It was late at night and the palace in the imperial city was brightly lit after dark.
Eunuchs and palace maids of all ranks stood outside the bedroom, cautiously waiting to be called. In the inner room, between a series of burning candles, Queen Dugu Qieluo sat on the edge of the bed, blowing on the silver spoon in her hand, feeding the slightly cooled medicine to her husband who was sitting on the couch.
"Your Majesty, don't worry about your health. The imperial physician said that you were just frightened and angry, and your liver fire is rising, so you feel a little dizzy."
On the opposite side, Yang Jian took a sip of the bitter medicine, and when he took the second sip, he pushed the silver spoon away.
"I know my body well... I won't drink anymore. Let the maid take it away."
The palace maid came in, took the medicine bowl and left. The old man held the arm that the queen extended to him, sat down on the edge of the bed, and his body swayed a few times. The ground he looked at seemed to be spinning. He quickly sat back down, a layer of fine beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his face, and he waved his hands several times.
"No, no, I feel very dizzy. Queen, please ask someone to call the Imperial Master. The medicine will not work..."
"Your Majesty, bitter medicine is the key to cure the disease. The Imperial Master is just..."
The queen, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, frowned slightly and was about to continue to persuade him, but the eunuch waiting outside stepped outside the door and bowed and called out:
"Your Majesty, Queen, the Imperial Master is here."
The emperor, who was leaning back on the dragon couch, suddenly perked up. He stretched out his hand to press the back of the queen's hand to stop her from speaking, and waved with his other hand.
"Please invite the Imperial Master into the palace."