Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 244 Making a lot of money

"Beep beep-"

The sound of suona horns fills the air, and a hundred ghosts roam the night!
The loud, high-pitched, and extremely penetrating sound of the suona instantly resounded throughout the courtyard, penetrating straight to the soul. The group of ordinary people or martial arts masters with the lowest cultivation level all fainted on the spot.

However, Chen Zhi was protected by Master Jing Hong's magic power. Although the sound of the suona entered her ears, she only felt the shock of the music and her soul was unharmed.

As for the demons and monsters in the courtyard, they were all startled and jumped up.

At the same time, Master Jingfa's longsword had already reached the two opponents coming towards him.

"Shh!"

A semi-transparent phantom wearing a pure yang scarf, with three long wisps of beard under his chin, one hand forming a sword finger and the other holding a long sword, appeared behind Daoist Jingfa. The Lu Zu Dharma Image's eyes were like lightning, and with just a glare downwards, it stunned the two people on the spot.

"Crack!"

Master Jingfa swept his longsword horizontally, the sword light flashing and disappearing in an instant. Only the sharp and imposing true qi remained in the air, but the two people coming towards him suddenly stopped in their tracks.

All eyes were on them.

"Brother Liu?" someone asked tentatively.

The next moment, two heads flew into the air, splattering foul-smelling blood everywhere. When they landed again, although there was still one human head, the other head had turned into a black dog's head.

"Brother Liu!" someone exclaimed in surprise.

"Bang! Bang!" Two sounds, and the head hit the ground.

"Bang! Bang!" Two sounds rang out, and the body fell to the ground.

When everyone looked at them again, they found that even their spiritual energy had disappeared. Only then did they realize that the spiritual energy of the human and the demon had already been shredded by Daoist Jingfa's sword energy.

The middle-aged man, who had been sitting calmly in the lobby, suddenly stood up, and in his haste, he knocked over the candlesticks on the table.

When Master Jinghong looked at him again, he found that the indifference in his eyes was gone, replaced by a ghostly glow, and a ghostly figure had appeared behind him.

"So you're a sorcerer who's in sync with ghosts." Daoist Jingfa pointed his longsword at the middle-aged man and said calmly, "Are you Fang Zigao? Your buddy said that once we get here, we'll be able to see your skills. Come on down here."

Fang Zigao stared wide-eyed, subconsciously glancing at the young man standing below the hall.

The young man was almost scared to death when Master Jingfa revealed his Dharma form. The sharp Taoist Qi and the majestic Taoist Dharma form made his soul tremble and his ghostly body shake like a sieve. He quickly hid next to his master.

Upon hearing Master Jingfa's words, he turned around and saw the look in his master's eyes that seemed to want to kill him.

"master……"

"This guy is up to no good! Everyone, attack together!" Fang Zigao temporarily let the young man go and instead invited all the guests to help him.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the suona rose another pitch, and a semi-transparent palm containing sound waves and true qi was blown out from the mouth of the trumpet. It flew larger and larger in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, it was several feet in diameter, and it slammed down on the courtyard hall.

"break!"

The ghostly figure behind Fang Zigao solidified, carrying him into the sky.

"boom!"

A semi-transparent giant hand slammed down, turning the main hall of the courtyard into ruins.

"what!"

The scream was fleeting; the young man hadn't had time to escape and was slapped into the ruins. A semi-transparent hand passed right through his body, shattering his ghostly form and soul, causing him to die instantly.

The malevolent energy was absorbed by the lightning seed, and Daoist Jinghong's eyes shone brightly, his interest rising even higher. The sound of his suona horn carried a joyful tone, as if he were sincerely wishing Master Fang a good mood on this auspicious day. "Ahhh!"

Those in the courtyard with lower cultivation levels all clutched their heads, groaning in pain. They felt the demonic sounds entering their brains, churning their consciousness into chaos, causing them to spin around and their internal magical power to scatter.

Only three or four people, including Fang Zigao, could hold on for the time being, but they also felt dizzy and their magical power was reduced by half. They hurriedly guarded their dantian and tried to use their internal magical power to defend and counterattack.

But before they could suppress the effects of this terrifying sonic attack, sword light began to flash before their eyes, and a Dharma image over ten feet tall floated in mid-air, shaking their souls.

"It's the Grand Mage!"

"What a powerful archmage!"

"Run away!"

Fang Zigao was just a local tyrant who ruled over the countryside and county town. The ghost that was compatible with him only had a little over two hundred years of cultivation. Now that the suona had captivated his soul, he would be considered powerful if he could unleash 70% of his power.

The visiting guests were mostly minor demons and imps from the surrounding area, who shared his wicked ways and came to join in the fun. Now that they had encountered a tough opponent, and since they had clearly come to find him, how could they possibly fight alongside him?

So just as Master Jinghong and Master Jingfa were displaying their power, they decisively let out a shout and scattered and fled.

Some monks also practiced martial arts. With a leap, they would use the "Swallow Skimming Three Times" move to dart over the wall and try to escape into the surrounding woods.

Some of the ghosts turned into a wisp of black smoke, howling in pain as they were struck by the suona horns, while trying to escape and heal their wounds.

Some monsters immediately transformed into their original forms; several jackals and wolves, with their tails between their legs, fled to the backyard.

But how could the two old Taoist priests possibly give up this malevolent energy that was delivered right to their doorstep?
Master Jinghong raised his suona to the sky, and with a loud bang, the sound waves merged with true qi, transforming into sharp arrows that shot towards the backs of all the fleeing people.

Master Jingfa moved like the wind, shrinking the distance to an inch, his sword light splitting and shining in the night sky.

They first chased away the fastest ones, then scattered and called out names one by one. Surprisingly, not a single person could leave the three-zhang-wide area of ​​the front yard wall. They were either killed by the shattered souls of the sonic energy or by the death of their hearts pierced by the Dharma Image Longsword.

In just a dozen breaths, apart from a lone bridal sedan chair parked in the center of the manor's front yard, only Fang Zigao was left standing.

Master Jinghong put away the suona with satisfaction, saying, "That was satisfying."

Master Jingfa held his sword horizontally across his chest and looked at Fang Zigao, "Why didn't you make a move just now, Master Fang?"

Fang Zigao couldn't help but look at the ghostly figure beside him. At this moment, the ghostly figure had already condensed into a ghostly form, and was also a middle-aged man dressed in white with a gloomy face, which was quite a match for Fang Zigao.

"It was Old Fang who misjudged you. I am Du Rong, and I apologize to the two monks." The middle-aged man cupped his hands in apology. "Miss Chen, please return the way you came. We will compensate you with another thousand taels of silver and a hundred bolts of silk as a token of our apology."

Du Rong cupped his hands again and smiled, "It's much quieter now that the guests have left. Please take a seat, and allow me to offer you some wine as an apology. We've become friends through this unexpected encounter, so let's keep in touch and become friends."

But neither of the two old Taoist priests laughed.

Master Jinghong narrowed his eyes. "One for each of you."

Master Jingfa nodded and said, "Alright!"

Upon hearing their conversation, Du Rong's expression changed again. He grabbed Fang Zigao and drifted backward, simultaneously flicking his hand to release a plume of black smoke that enveloped the bridal sedan chair in the courtyard.

Master Jingfa snorted coldly, raised his sword and slashed, shattering the black smoke and dissipating it completely.

Meanwhile, Master Jinghong had already transformed into a gentle breeze, appearing behind Du Rong and Fang Zigao, raising his palm and slapping towards the two of them.

"Monster! Die!"

(End of this chapter)