Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 315 Experience the sins your ancestors committed.
"oh my god!"

The white man, who had been looking down on the shop with arrogance, suddenly changed his expression, overturned a chair, and looked at the Celestial Master's Mansion with fear and confusion.

I was dozens of meters away from the front of the Celestial Master's Mansion, and my magical power was contained within my body. On the surface, I looked like an ordinary person. How did the other party discover me?
The white man couldn't understand the meaning of the words that had just echoed in his mind, but he fully felt the strong warning. Now that he had been discovered, he didn't dare to linger and got up from the ground to run out of town.

The tourists in the town watched in astonishment as the white man with a gray beard fled in a disheveled state, then turned to look at a short man who had fallen to the ground at almost the same time as the white man, but then knelt down devoutly in the blink of an eye.

The man spoke in a strange tone, “Reporting to the Celestial Master’s Mansion, I possess the bloodline of the Heavenly Xia, and am not a southern barbarian. I have been fortunate enough to achieve success in my cultivation, and I humbly request to be recognized as a descendant of my ancestors. I beg the Celestial Master’s Mansion for mercy!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he kowtowed repeatedly.

Tourists around him either looked at him strangely, took out their phones to record him, or called the police and an ambulance, thinking that he had a mental problem and had suddenly fallen ill.

But at the same time, a few quick-witted people looked at the direction he was kneeling in and then at the Celestial Master's Mansion not far away.

"Was that a muffled clap of thunder just now?"

"Yes, I was just saying that there was thunder in winter, and I was afraid that someone was undergoing tribulation in Longhu Tianshan. But there was only one clap of thunder and then nothing."

"This guy probably thought it was the sound of cannons, right? He doesn't look like a Middle Easterner."

“No,” one of them reminded them. “If there really was thunder just now…who only gets one clap of thunder? Besides, it’s broad daylight, the sky is clear, how could there be thunder?”

Everyone looked at the sky, then at the Celestial Master's Mansion, and then at the man, speechless for a moment.

"There have been a lot of rumors circulating online lately."

"Holy crap, can it really be true?"

“A friend of a friend of mine works in Mengyuan. I heard that many companies there have statues of the Three Pure Ones in their offices.”

"Mengyuan? What happened?" someone asked, puzzled. "Taoism isn't very popular in Mengyuan, so why are there statues of the Three Pure Ones?"

“There was a mining accident in Mengyuan before. It is said that a Taoist master performed a ritual to rescue more than a hundred people trapped underground. Later, those who were rescued went to the Taoist temple to give thanks and also put up statues of the Three Pure Ones in their homes.”

"What?! What's going on?"

Just then, two more exclamations came from not far away. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw two middle-aged men in their forties or fifties walking out of a restaurant in a disheveled state and standing in front of the gate of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

"Yunaka Kishimoto! Hayahiro Ogasawara!"

"Greetings, Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion!"

"We are just here for sightseeing, why would the Celestial Master plot against us?"

"We did nothing, yet the Celestial Master issued a warning. This is contrary to the dignity of our Celestial Empire!"

“We are being punished without prior instruction and without cause. Please forgive our dissatisfaction. We beg the Heavenly Master to explain the crimes we have committed so that we may be convinced!”

The two people talking back and forth left the surrounding tourists confused, some of whom subconsciously looked around for possible cameras or people filming.

"That sounds really strange."

“Is this a movie?”

"Judging from their names, they must be Cherry Blossom People. What are they doing at the Celestial Master's Mansion?"

"I've heard that the Shintoism of Yinggao is a new religion that formed after our Taoism was transmitted to them, just like Kendo and the tea ceremony. They might be Shintoism?"

"It seems they also suddenly fell down in the restaurant just now."

Just as the two people were talking at the entrance of the Celestial Master's Mansion, Gu Zhao's face darkened.

Daoist Zhiqing and Daoist Zhixiu's faces also darkened. "Sect Leader, let's go and send these two away."

They weren't stupid; they knew what those two cherry blossom people were up to.

As the saying goes, a gentleman can be deceived by his principles. These two people clearly believed that the masters of the Celestial Master's Mansion all had a sense of shame, and that they had not done anything wrong to offend the Celestial Master's Mansion, so the Celestial Master's Mansion would not take drastic measures against them.

They have found out what happened in Berkeley that day. The Celestial Master's Mansion even drove away mortals when he took action. Although it caused such a big commotion, only three people actually died afterwards.

Considering that those who made the move were all Taoists, and given the strict precepts of Taoism regarding oneself and others, they were about 70% certain that the Celestial Master's Mansion Masters would not attack people without cause, otherwise it would inevitably hinder their cultivation.

With that in mind, they could finally relax a bit. Then, of course, they would try to find out why these Taoist priests in Tianxia had suddenly become so powerful.

However, they had been there for a long time and had not found anything different about the Celestial Master's Mansion. Before they discovered anything unusual, it was not convenient for them to take any action.

After all, besides Taoist priests, Tianxia also has law enforcement personnel. Now that the Celestial Master's Mansion has suddenly encountered a change, they want to find out something, or at least communicate with these people. Whether the communication is good or bad, they can find out something.

So they chose a method that might not be friendly, but could be effective.

They were betting that the Celestial Master's Mansion Masters didn't want to show off their divine power in front of the real people of Tianxia, ​​and that they couldn't just kill them without cause, which might trigger an international incident.

Therefore, the Celestial Master's Mansion might lure them in!

Kishimoto Yuichi and Ogasawara Hayato exchanged a glance, a sinister and triumphant smile flashing in their eyes, a smile of smug satisfaction at their successful scheme.

However, before they could even laugh out loud, a ringtone sounded in their minds.

“Dingle bell…Dingle bell…”

At the same time, a faint murmur was chanting in their ears, each murmur entering their minds.

"Since ancient times, Tianxia has had the custom of leaping over the dragon gate and climbing the ladder to heaven. So if you want to achieve your goal, you have to overcome the obstacles. If you can overcome the sins committed by your ancestors, I will give you a chance to see me."

As soon as they finished speaking, they felt a blur before their eyes, and their surroundings changed instantly.

"This is?"

"Illusion?"

They looked around and found themselves locked in a basement cell. The cell was airtight, and dim lights hung on the wall outside the iron bars. The equipment and objects around them seemed to be antiques from the last century.

"This is where?"

What did they mean by what they just said?

The two looked at each other, a bad feeling rising in their hearts at the same time.

The next moment, the door at the end of the basement passage opened, and a group of people dressed in 20th-century military uniforms, accompanied by several people in white coats, walked in and went straight to the two men's cell door.

"Just the two of them," a bespectacled, refined-looking middle-aged man said, pointing to the two men.

One soldier stepped forward to unlock the door, while another, who seemed to be of higher rank, asked the middle-aged man curiously, "What kind of experiment are we doing today?"

"A blood exchange experiment," the middle-aged man said calmly. "Draw human blood and inject it into horse blood."

A white-coated assistant explained, "Injecting horse blood can make a person go crazy and become incredibly strong for a short time, but they will become weak and die after the effect wears off."

We need to conduct continuous experiments, modifying numerical values ​​or combining them with other drugs, to find a critical point that allows soldiers to unleash powerful combat capabilities for a short period without dying afterward.

"Whoosh!" The officer nodded knowingly.

"Fortunately, these roads are large, numerous, and inexpensive, so we can conduct experiments at will," the doctor in the white coat said with a gentle smile.

Kishimoto Yuichi and Ogasawara Hayato could understand their conversation, and their faces immediately showed endless terror.

They knew where they were.

"Baka yarou, we're Sakura people too!"

"Stop! This is just an illusion!"

But no matter what they said, these people seemed not to hear what they were saying, and their magical power seemed to have disappeared, no matter how they tried to activate it, there was no response.

So, despite their desperate resistance, the soldiers easily subdued them and tied them up in a laboratory outside.

The two looked at each other.

"Hold on, this is just an illusion!"

"That's right, they're all fake!"

The two encouraged each other, but everything they saw, heard, smelled, and touched was incredibly real. So they knew very well that even if it was fake, the torture they were about to experience would be incredibly realistic.

They knew better than anyone how cruel the impending torture would be, so even though they knew it was fake, they couldn't help but feel terrified.

Then, they watched helplessly as they were strapped to the operating table, and the seemingly gentle and wise middle-aged man injected a vial of bright red reagent into their bodies.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

(End of this chapter)