Infinite Puzzle City

Chapter 672 The Magistrate's Methods

"The outside world is in complete chaos, how can he still be laughing??"

The magistrate in front of her was actually smiling. A faint smile hung on his gentle and refined face. It seemed calm, but Xiao Ran felt a ferocity that was about to erupt at any moment.

Behind the desk, the magistrate slowly stood up, and the light emanating from his body instantly illuminated the entire hall.

A vast and righteous aura surged forth, crashing down upon us like Mount Tai pressing down.

Xiao Ran immediately shut down her thoughts, no longer suppressing the [Upright and Bright] thought imprint in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Faced with the overwhelming righteous energy, Xiao Ran not only did not feel uncomfortable, but was even invigorated.

The four characters "正大光明" (upright and honorable) in his mind seemed to be recharged, shining brightly and becoming stronger and stronger.

Xiao Ran was initially surprised upon seeing this, but then overjoyed.

Isn't this just giving yourself free energy?
Since he reached the third level of Soul Cultivation Technique, it seems that he has reached the bottleneck of Soul Cultivation Technique.

Or rather, it is the limit that a person can reach.

The energy of the subconscious is no longer sufficient to support one's spiritual practice.

Now that this pure spiritual energy has been delivered to his doorstep, how could Xiao Ran let it go?

Xiao Ran hadn't refined it before for fear of being discovered by the county magistrate, but now this magistrate was like a universal charger, continuously supplying him with energy, so why should Xiao Ran be polite?

He immediately used the Soul Cultivation Technique, and his thoughts quickly enveloped the four words "Upright and Honorable".

"Seizing the transformations of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, encompassing the numbers of the entire universe. Establishing the foundation for all things. Nature has its cleverness and clumsiness, which can be concealed..."

With the activation of the Soul Cultivation Technique, a large amount of spiritual power was extracted and continuously poured into one's thoughts.

This pure spiritual power is also causing Xiao Ran's spiritual strength to improve rapidly.

But the county magistrates were unaware that he had stepped down from behind his desk, his simple official robes fluttering without wind, as he walked step by step down from the courtroom.

With each step, a muffled thunderclap echoed in the sky, causing roof tiles to fall in a rustling sound.

The plaque hanging in the courtroom resembled a small sun, illuminating the entire government office as if it were daytime. At this moment, a vast and majestic aura rose, and the golden radiance seemed to elevate the spirits of all the officials in the courtroom.

"How dare you, you petty scoundrel, act so presumptuously?"

The magistrate's voice, carrying an air of authority and righteousness, swept across the long street, reaching every corner.

The rioters who were setting the fire suddenly froze on the spot.

The silk shop owner's wife knelt on the ground, trembling.

The butcher wielding his knife in the gambling den seemed to have all his strength drained away. The dull blade of his knife fell to the ground with a clatter, and his bulging eyes reflected the figures of the county magistrate and others.

"Destroy!"

The magistrate raised his hand to the air, and the dim sky was suddenly covered with dazzling golden light, as if golden rain was being poured down from the sky.

Where the rain fell, the fire was immediately extinguished.

"Wow!! This thing is really amazing!"

Even the golden toad hiding in the corner was dumbfounded as it watched the golden rain pouring down from the sky.

The old demon Qinghai stood to the side with an even stranger expression: "Righteous Qi?? How could such a strange place have such a strong amount of Righteous Qi, and they actually used it to bring rain? It's simply unbelievable!"

The old demon Qinghai could not understand how such a righteous spirit could have made him a great scholar or luminary in history in any era.

Take, for example, Hai Rui, the legendary swordsman of the Ming Dynasty, who, with his upright character, was invincible and unstoppable.

Or perhaps it was figures like Wen Tianxiang, Yue Fei, and Zhang Zai who could cultivate such a vast and righteous spirit.

Where these people reside, even ghosts and evil spirits would avoid them, let alone a little demon king of the underworld like him.

Even the Ten Great Underworld Marshals have to give him some face.

The problem is... such people have long since disappeared into the annals of history.

Not to mention that these people shouldn't be in the Lost City, even if they were, they shouldn't be in such a strange place.

"What's so strange about it? A place like the Lost City can't be explained by common sense."

Jin Chanzi glanced at Qinghai Old Demon: "Don't be surprised yet, let's think about how to deal with this thing first."

"I can't handle it! Even if you break my seal, there's nothing I can do."

The old demon Qinghai shook his head.

Such immense righteous energy is the nemesis of all evil. How could I dare to act recklessly in front of such a person? Even a sneeze from him could extinguish my last thought.

Unless the deity himself comes in person, there is nothing he can do.

"It's not completely impossible."

At this moment, Dai Long spoke up and said, "The so-called righteous spirit is, in the end, just the Confucian philosophy of mind. As long as the other person's state of mind is ruined, this righteous spirit will immediately dissipate."

When Dai Long said this, he didn't expect to be met with contempt from both Jin Chanzi and Qinghai Laomo.

"Someone who can cultivate righteous energy to this level, you want to ruin his state of mind?? You're dreaming!" Old Demon Qinghai mocked Dailong as if he had heard a joke.

Jin Chanzi shook his head: "With our limited skills, trying to stir up someone's emotions is just like showing off one's limited abilities before an expert."

Dai Long looked speechless: "I've already given you my idea, but you can't just throw cold water on it like this. What if it doesn't work?"

"What if something happens? There's still..."

Before Jin Chanzi could finish speaking, he suddenly turned around and looked back. From the direction of the yamen (government office), wisps of righteous energy rose and coalesced into the figure of the county magistrate, resembling a deity seated high in mid-air.
The plaque inscribed with the words "Upright and Honorable" hung behind the county magistrate like the sun.

At this moment, the county magistrate seemed like a god, silently gazing at the people in the town.

With a wave of his hand, the magistrate summoned a shower of golden rain that transformed into shackles, dragging the rioters to their knees in two rows.

"Greetings, sir!!"

The officers who had just been dispatched bowed with their hands clasped in respect.

In the blink of an eye, large drops of golden rain fell on them, washing away their filth and making everyone feel refreshed.

"You are unaware that the principles of Heaven are clear and the laws of the land are as firm as a prison, yet you dare to take advantage of the chaos and commit treason!"

The magistrate shouted angrily in a low voice, causing everyone to kneel on the ground and tremble with fear.

The murderer, who had just been wielding a knife to kill, was so terrified by the loud shout that he collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing.

Immediately afterwards, the magistrate flicked out thousands of golden threads from his hand, piercing the skulls of each rioter.

Their crimes appeared as scarlet words on their skin.

The old story of a grain merchant boss stealing and replacing disaster relief grain.

The butcher's heinous act of abusing and murdering his wife.

The employee's affair with the boss's wife and other misdeeds were fully revealed in them.

All these evil deeds turned into red smoke, rising continuously along the golden threads, and were finally swallowed up by the plaque floating behind the magistrate's head.

"what!"

Upon seeing this, the three men, including Jin Chanzi, were immediately stunned: "Karma!"

The three exchanged a glance and immediately understood what was going on.

"I was wondering how a living saint could suddenly appear in this godforsaken place. Turns out he's a fake saint!" Old Demon Qinghai cursed under his breath, his back instantly straightening.

Jin Chanzi also gave a wry smile and said self-deprecatingly, "After all this time, it turns out we were overthinking things."

Dai Long tilted his head back and looked at the two of them: "So, did my method work? Didn't you say I was showing off my limited skills before an expert? Do you still say that now?"

The three men's attitudes underwent a dramatic change from what they had just witnessed, simply because they had come to understand the underlying reason.

The righteous spirit before us is nothing but a facade, something created by absorbing the karma of all living beings.

It is not the same concept as the noble spirit that a true Confucian scholar cultivates through his own efforts.

"However, even if it's fake, it's not easy to deal with. We're still missing an opportunity to expose it."

Jin Chanzi frowned. Dealing with the fake one wasn't difficult; the real challenge was that they didn't have the right methods.

"what!!"

Suddenly, Long pointed ahead and exclaimed, "Oh no! How did Huang Le get inside?!"

"Huang Le???"

Jin Chanzi and Qinghai Laomo looked closely and sure enough, they saw Huang Le's figure among the kneeling crowd.

"This kid got caught doing something wrong??"

"Hey, this guy is really the kind of person who's doomed if you don't look at him for a second. Sigh... he's hopeless."

The old demon Qinghai shook his head and sighed, clearly not having a high opinion of Huang Le.

Jin Chanzi rolled his eyes at Qinghai Laomo: "Stop making sarcastic remarks. Think of a way to save him. It wouldn't be right for him to die here."

Just as the group was discussing how to save Huang Le...

The magistrate looked at the butcher who had committed murder at the casino: "You audacious butcher, you have indiscriminately killed innocent people and tortured your wife. Do you know your crime?!"

The butcher trembled and crawled on the ground: "I...I know I'm guilty, sir, please spare my life!"

"It's good that you know your crime." The magistrate sneered, raised his hand, and a golden gavel appeared in his hand. He slammed it down on the butcher, and the gavel immediately turned into a golden light and smashed into the butcher.

The butcher, who weighed at least two hundred pounds, was smashed into a pile of minced meat by the gavel, and wisps of red smoke rose from his body into the plaque that read "Upright and Honorable".

Then, changing the subject, she looked at the landlady who had killed her husband: "You murdered your husband, are you guilty?"

The proprietress trembled, her pale face revealing despair. She rolled up her sleeves, revealing the scars beneath.

New wounds and old wounds are like marks left on the body by rough ink.

"Ever since I married him, he beats and verbally abuses me every day. He takes his anger out on me at the slightest provocation. He doesn't treat me like a human being at all. He even tried to use me to pay off debts and sell me to a brothel. Am I not human?!"

The proprietress struggled to lift her head.

Upon hearing this, the magistrate simply flicked his fingers, and golden light fell, transforming into shackles that pressed down on the woman's head.

The two words 'etiquette and law' were clearly written on the shackles.

"How dare you! You murdered your husband and still dare to defend yourself!" The magistrate sneered and waved his hand, and two disciplinary rods appeared out of thin air.

There were also words on this disciplinary rod: "Three Obediences" on the left and "Four Virtues" on the right.

"I'm innocent!!"

The woman strained her eyes, but all she could see was a blurry figure. The blinding golden light made it impossible for her to see anything clearly; all she knew was that a killing club was emerging from the golden light, striking her body again and again, as if her bones were about to crack...

(End of this chapter)