Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 110 Lightning Bolt Fist Strikes the Fengdu Altar

Lin Jiu knelt before the altar, holding Qiu Sheng in his arms, and looked at Li Xuan, sincerely saying, "It is the father's fault for not raising a child properly, and the teacher's laziness for not teaching him strictly. Qiu Sheng has committed such a grave mistake, entirely due to my failure to properly teach him. I humbly beg the judges of Fengdu to investigate thoroughly. I am willing to bear all the blame for the injuries caused by the Hundred Ghosts Parade..."

Li Xuan was in the process of summoning the ghost official of Fengdu and ignored Lin Jiu's words.

A strong wind was blowing at the scene!

The triangular flags on the altar fluttered in the wind, but the candlelight and incense smoke remained unaffected. The smoke and smoke coalesced into two vaguely visible human figures, which were none other than the old comrades Lu Jian and Wang An, the two clerks.

The role of the Gongcao was to relay information.

If problems arise while transmitting information, they can be resolved conveniently.

They slowly opened their eyelids and immediately sensed the difference in this world, thinking to themselves, "This Judge Li Xuan always manages to find worlds he's never seen before." Having already learned from the lessons of the world of "Double Vision," they dared not utter a single irrelevant syllable, no matter how many doubts they had.

Li Xuan lightly held the "Northern Yin Fengdu Taixuan Demon-Subduing Black Law Spiritual Book" in his left hand, looking at the three people present, and said, "Lin Fengjiao's teachings were flawed, causing her disciples Qiusheng and Wencai to attack the ghost messengers on the night of the Ghost Festival (July 15th), releasing hundreds of ghosts to harm innocent people!" As he described the crimes, the "Black Law" automatically turned pages, as if searching for something...

……

At the mortuary, the eldest disciple, Shi Jian, stood in the reception hall looking at the skeletal remains of the patriarch.

His face was grim; it seemed the problem was very serious. Even the Grandmaster had abandoned Lin Jiu without hesitation. The power of the Fengdu judges was far greater than imagined…

Just then, a black square appeared on the ground, and four ghosts resembling paper figures suddenly emerged, two black and two white.

They are the ghost messengers responsible for escorting the hundred ghosts to the mortal realm to watch the play.

Shi Jian sat in the chair, tossed a small bag from the table over, and said, "All the ghosts we collected tonight are in here. Take them and hand them in."

He possesses profound cultivation and a special identity, allowing him to speak ghost language without needing to eat mud.

The ghost messengers looked around, and one of them, dressed in white funeral clothes, said, "Where is Lin Fengjiao? Didn't he promise to return all the ghosts? And what about the fifty million taels of silver he promised to give us?"

Shi Jian snorted coldly, staring intently at the ghost messengers, and said, "He has been removed from the Maoshan register and is no longer the head of the Underworld Bank. You won't get your money..."

The white-robed ghost messenger's expression changed. He reached out and picked up the bag on the ground, counted the ghosts inside, and said coldly, "There are only seventy-eight ghosts inside. Where did the other twenty-two go? If the numbers don't match, we can't report back."

After Lin Jiu left, Shi Jian sat in a chair pondering the cause and effect, feeling that something was wrong. Now that the ghost messenger had appeared, he finally knew what was wrong.

He rose from his chair, his clothes crackling with electricity, and stared at the white-robed ghost messenger, saying, "Lin Jiu told me that his two foolish disciples attacked the four of you, which caused the hundred ghosts to escape... I want to ask, what kind of talismans and magic did those two mediocre disciples, who haven't even truly mastered the Refining Essence Qi stage, use to fight two of you at once and seal off four of your experienced ghost messengers..."

These four ghost messengers are just ordinary minor officials in the underworld who escort ghosts. Although they are not very strong, they are specially given ghost-wailing sticks every time they come to the mortal world. They are very effective in dealing with evil spirits!

At the same time, to prevent these minor officials from having their magical artifacts or ghosts stolen by unscrupulous sorcerers in the mortal world, their waist tokens are also specially granted protective artifacts by the underworld. If they are attacked, the waist tokens will shatter immediately, and the underworld will immediately dispatch underworld soldiers to provide support.

The underworld has existed for countless ages; what hasn't it seen?

Every year, ghost messengers escort spirits to the mortal realm for "breathing fresh air," so how could they not consider the possible occurrences that might happen...?

The white-clad ghosts' already pale faces turned even paler. How could they not have imagined that while they had managed to deceive Lin Fengjiao, the head of the household, they hadn't managed to fool Shi Jian, the senior disciple of Maoshan?

Seeing the conflicted look on her face, Shi Jian thought to himself, "Lin Fengjiao, you're not usually stupid, yet you fell into such a foolish trap. You deserve this calamity!"

He formed his right hand into a claw shape and reached out to grab the white ghost, which crackled with lightning and instantly pulled him towards him!
The white-robed ghost messengers panicked. They could bully someone like Lin Fengjiao, who was burdened by her disciple, but they dared not act arrogantly in front of someone like Shi Jian. They hurriedly said, "What are you doing? Attacking a ghost messenger? Even if you are the senior disciple of Maoshan, you can't do that! We..."

Shi Jian sneered, channeling his magical power and unleashing a surge of lightning that instantly obliterated the white-robed ghost messengers. He then turned to the remaining three ghost messengers and said, “The ghost messengers of the underworld exploited people's hearts, conspiring to trick my Maoshan Taoist priests into committing a grave error in order to extort bribes, leading to the massacre of innocent civilians by a hundred ghosts. I, Shi Jian, acted on behalf of Heaven, killing you all. This is acceptable before the ancestors of the underworld…”

The remaining three ghost messengers immediately broke out in a cold sweat, losing their initial composure. They hurriedly said, "Seventy-eight souls will suffice. We'll find a way to make up the rest ourselves. Please spare our lives! The Hundred Ghosts Parade will not be known unless you or we tell anyone."

Shi Jian didn't speak, but gathered lightning in his hands and struck out fiercely!

A swift left slash, a quick right slash, and the two ghost messengers were instantly killed...

His reason for killing the ghost messengers was simple: to annihilate both the ghost messengers and the ghosts. Now that Lin Jiu had been expelled and gone far away, even if the judges of Fengdu came to Liujia Town afterward and found some clues, they would only focus all their efforts on Lin Jiu! The longer time passed, the more Shi Jian's presence in this matter would fade.

This period of time is sufficient to deal with the traces of his apprentice Shi Shaojian's crimes over the past few years.

The Lightning Thunder Fist was extremely powerful and fierce. The ghost messenger who was hit was instantly reduced to ashes without even a scream, leaving only the token at his waist in place!
Only one ghost messenger remained. It was terrified, not understanding why the amulet-like token hadn't been triggered by Shi Jian's attack.

Shi Jian unleashed a palm strike, and lightning bolts shot out like serpents!

Boom!

The ghost messenger suddenly disappeared...

It was as if a black hole had appeared, sucking it in directly, along with the lightning-fast thunder fist.

……

Li Xuan held the "Black Law" in his hand to examine the crime, while Lu Jianwang and An Gongcao stood on either side to witness and record the events. Lin Jiu held Qiu Sheng and knelt on the ground, while Wen Cai was already terrified.

He said, "Summon the ghost messengers involved!"

The smoke from the incense burner on the altar gathered into the shape of chains, then suddenly plunged into the void, dragging out a black figure.

Aren't there four ghost messengers?

Before Li Xuan could figure it out...

Suddenly, Lu Jiangong rushed forward, his blood-red longsword in hand, and slashed fiercely into the void! It struck a bolt of blue lightning! A deafening boom echoed, and the longsword nearly slipped from his grasp! Incense sticks on the altar snapped, scattering across the ground in a mess…

Lin Jiu was also stunned. This lightning looked familiar: "Lightning Strike Fist?"

Seeing that the altar was slightly damaged, Lu Jian and Wang An were both shocked and furious. They stepped forward like door gods, gripping their long swords with both hands, their eyes wide with anger, and shouted in a low voice: "Who dares to be so presumptuous before the altar of Fengdu!"

Open the altar and prepare the ritual!
The dignity of judges in the judicial arena must not be compromised!
Li Xuan tapped the incense burner lightly with the index and middle fingers of his right hand and proclaimed loudly, "Arrest the attackers!"

The sand in the incense burner gathered into new chains, which plunged violently into the void!
……

When Shi Jian in the mortuary heard Lu Jian Wang An's voice, his face instantly turned ugly. How could killing a ghost messenger have offended the Fengdu altar?
Could it be that Lin Jiu encountered a judge as soon as he stepped out, was being prosecuted, and the judge summoned ghost messengers for a confrontation, while Shi Jian was coincidentally killing a ghost messenger...?

What a coincidence!

He vaguely heard the sound of chains, looked up, and saw chains formed of sand flying towards him. He was so frightened that he almost jumped out of his skin. He desperately unleashed his Lightning Thunder Fist with both hands, shattering the sand chains with his powerful magic! But the scattered sand fell like fairy petals, leaving countless tiny wounds on his body...

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