Chapter 92 Secret Teaching 7

◎I'll let you beat me up◎

Yan Yue shouted loudly, and the black whip shot out, aiming at the ghost's throat.

The ghost was caught off guard and raised his arm to block, but was hit on the arm by the whip, and his body was knocked back two steps by the huge force.

Yan Yue whipped the ghost without stopping, and shouted at the stunned ghost: "What are you doing standing there like an idiot? Help the ghost!"

"Oh oh!" The ghost messenger who reacted first quickly swung out the curved hook and hooked the evil ghost that had just been freed back from the ghost.

A fiery red mark was left where the ghost's arm was hit.

It roared even more angrily, causing the earth to tremble and waves to form on the lake! The whistling sound that struck their souls directly made the ghost officials suffer splitting headaches and become confused. They could not help but cover their ears.

Yan Yue, however, acted as if nothing had happened and continued to swing the whip at him: "Why are you yelling? You still have the nerve to yell?!"

The long howl suddenly stopped, and the ghosts looked at each other, seeing shock and confusion in each other's eyes.

Who is this?

The ghost's howl would even affect Yin Shuai, so why was she completely fine?

Amid the woman's angry curses, two more whips fell on the ghost.

The brand made Guisha dare not advance any further, and he could only grab the stone lamp in the yard to block Yan Yue's whip.

After the ghosts found some time to lock up the remaining evil spirits, they found that Yan Yue's long whip could not break through the ghosts' defense, so they immediately came up to help. After two hits from the Soul-Catching Rope, the stone lamp was smashed to pieces.

Until the several stone lamps in the yard were all smashed to pieces and could no longer be picked up, the evil spirit was finally unstoppable.

"You bastard! Are you still hiding? I'm going to beat you to death, you little bastard!"

Yan Yue vented his anger by whipping the ghost demon with one whip after another, leaving not a single piece of healthy flesh on his body. All of it was covered with flaming whip marks, and he stopped only after he was out of breath.

The ghost messengers looked at each other, not daring to act rashly.

The ghost called Lao Jiang asked tentatively: "What is your name, young lady?"

Yan Yue's awe of the Yinchai disappeared completely the moment they were kicked away by the ghost. She tied the whip to her waist, tightened it and said, "Just call me Master Yue Tian."

Lao Jiang looked at his colleagues helplessly: Never heard of it?

Colleagues also responded with their eyes: I don’t know where such a capable person came from!

The imperial emissaries in the capital are more knowledgeable and smoother than the local officials. Old Jiang bowed and asked respectfully: "Master Yue, you are here to greet us. We are so grateful for your help this time! I don't know where the Master's temple is. I will go to thank you when I have the chance!"

"It's just a small effort, not worth mentioning."

Yan Yue had no plan to stay in Kyoto, so he simply did the underworld a favor. She pointed at the demon and said, "This demon was transformed by the King of Su. He was bewitched by the foreign monks and gathered young girls here, raped them and sucked their blood in order to achieve immortality. After being devoured by hundreds of ghosts tonight, I don't know why he turned into a demon."

Lao Jiang nodded repeatedly, "So that's how it is. Thank you, Master, for clearing up my confusion."

Yan Yue asked again: "These evil ghosts and fierce ghosts are all the wronged souls of girls who were suppressed by the foreign monks at the bottom of the lake. They are innocent and devoured King Su just for revenge. How will you deal with them?"

Lao Jiang replied respectfully: "This is a decision made by the judges. We, the petty officials, have no right to interfere. However, all the judges here will be informed, and I believe they will not embarrass the wronged souls of the girls."

Yan Yue felt relieved, "That's good."

Lao Jiang hesitated for a moment, then asked boldly, "Where did you get this magic whip, young lady?"

The marks on the ghost's body were caused by whipping, so Lao Jiang naturally believed that the whip must have been of extraordinary origin to have caused marks that looked like a punishment from God.

Seeing that he was staring at the whip, Yan Yue was afraid that he would be remembered, so she pretended to be mysterious and said, "This whip was given to me by a friend."

Lao Jiang asked: "May I know who this expert of yours is?"

Yan Yue smiled slightly: "Demon King Bai Chen."

The ghost officials' faces turned pale as if they had seen a ghost. They said goodbye with a forced smile and hurriedly left with the souls in a string.

Yan Yue rubbed her shoulder. She had used too much force when she beat the ghost demon, and the injured area began to ache again. She rubbed it twice, but she felt a chill on her back...

Strange, is there anything missing?

She turned around and saw that the abbot, monks and guards had all stood up without her knowing when! Everyone's eyes were fixed on her, and she felt as if she was being pierced through!

How could I forget about them?

"Haha, everyone is here..."

Yan Yue laughed awkwardly, his mind working quickly, and he said to everyone, "This Heavenly Master has the situation under control now. While the ghosts and ghost demons are imprisoned, everyone should leave quickly and escape!"

The abbot stared at her coldly and said loudly: "Don't be afraid, everyone. The ghost has taken away the ghosts and ghosts. There are no ghosts here anymore! This woman killed King Su. She must be captured and handed over to the Queen Mother, otherwise everyone will die!"

Prince Su is the emperor's younger brother from the same father and mother, and the empress dowager's most beloved youngest son. Now that King Su is dead, where can these King Su’s guards go? Even if they run away, how can their family members survive?

The only solution at the moment is to capture Yan Yue, the "culprit"!

Yan Yue looked at the guards who drew their swords, and pulled out the whip again, threatening: "You have seen my magic whip, even the ghosts have no power to resist it, and mortals will die if they touch it! If anyone doesn't believe me, you can come and try it!"

Seeing that the guards were indeed hesitant, Yan Yue hurriedly continued, "Besides, do you think you can get away with it by arresting me? Do you want to tell the Queen Mother that I killed the King Su alone in front of so many guards and monks? Then why didn't you stop me when I killed the King Su?"

The guards were speechless.

Yes, if she killed him, then what were they doing? But if I say that it was a ghost who killed him, would Your Majesty and the Queen Mother believe it?

Yan Yue took advantage of their wavering thoughts and pointed at the abbot angrily: "The culprit who killed King Su was clearly this old bald donkey who spread rumors and deceived the people! He is a believer of a cult. He used the name of the foreign monk to preach and deceive King Su to do evil things, which laid the foundation for a huge disaster!"

"He was the one who caused King Su to be devoured by hundreds of ghosts, causing King Su to end up with no remains left! Only by taking him down and these monks who helped him to commit atrocities can His Majesty and the Queen Mother calm down their anger!"

The leader of the guards hesitated for a moment and asked, "Why should we trust you?"

Yan Yue imitated the fortune teller, pretended to click his fingers a few times, and said: "This Heavenly Master has calculated with his fingers. If I die, you will be buried with me."

The guard leader hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Capture all the monks!"

Seeing the guards drawing swords towards him, the abbot swung his Zen staff to hit them without hesitation.

Yan Yue couldn't let the abbot escape, otherwise she would be the one to take the blame, so she waved the whip to help the guards.

The abbot was busy blocking the guards and was hit on the back by Yan Yue without paying attention. He did not lie down directly on the ground like the guards, but the beads hanging around his neck crackled and shattered one by one!

The monk was startled and distracted, and was kicked over by the guards, who held a knife to his neck. He held the bead that had been broken into two halves, and whispered to himself in disbelief: "How could this happen... How could a magical weapon that even evil spirits could not get close to break into pieces..."

Yan Yue clapped her hands and said briskly, "Done, you're welcome!"

The head of the guards smiled slightly, but suddenly put the knife across her neck and whispered, "I'm sorry. We are just the prince's guards, ordinary people, and we don't know what happened. The Heavenly Master and the Abbot fought and caused the prince to die unexpectedly. Please ask the Heavenly Master and the Abbot to go and explain the reason to the Queen Mother."

pretty!

Yan Yue gave him a thumbs up and said, "You have really cleaned yourself up!"

The number of foreign monks was greater than that of the guards, but they were unarmed and had no fighting power at all. Except for the big monk who resisted, the other foreign monks didn't move at all.

At this moment, the monks were sitting cross-legged on one side of the hall. Yan Yue stayed alone on the other side of the hall because it was too dangerous. The guards surrounded them, holding bows and crossbows, staring at the people trapped in the hall.

The big monk seemed to have finally figured it out. It was after Yan Yue's whip fell on him that the rosary beads broke. He stared at Yan Yue for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking: "Who are you?"

Seeing that he was still holding the beads, Yan Yue said unhappily, "Those magic tools are just bluffs. I have a blessed jade ruyi and a pure gold statue in my bag, but they didn't protect me at all! Besides, it's already this late, and you still have the mood to feel sorry for a string of beads? How crazy!"

She didn't know that the ritual instruments used to consecrate the King Jing's family were not useless, but were destroyed by Changning and Xiaotao. The monk’s magical instruments are real and have been passed down for hundreds of years. It’s no wonder that he feels sorry for them.

She just looked sarcastic, yawned, turned her back and went to sleep.

*

Without someone to lead the way, the demons cannot enter the underworld. Bai Chen spent two days in the City God Temple, but neither the City God nor the Judge appeared. When he heard Bai Lubao's report that a strong evil aura was approaching from afar, he just felt fortunate: it finally came.

He took the egret leopard and took the initiative to meet him, but he didn't expect that it was his old enemy - King Yan of Mount Tai.

Taishan Yanjun was in a hurry, but was stopped by someone. He frowned after seeing who was coming and asked, "Why are you here?"

Bai Chen held his neck high and said proudly, "Such a small matter actually alarmed you. It seems that there is really no one left in the underworld!"

The King of Hell on Mount Tai lived up to his reputation of being violent and immediately threw out his huge fist!

Bai Chen just kept dodging, and when he had no choice he would block the attack, but he did not attack.

The two fought for a long time, but neither hurt the other.

Taishan King was so exhausted that he was out of breath. He angrily cursed, "How dare you, you white-haired beast, play tricks on me?"

Bai Chen brushed off the dust on his shoulders and said lightly, "You are no match for me. I have something else to ask you..."

"Stop it, you idiot!" Taishan Yanjun didn't even wait for anyone to finish their words and punched him again.

The fight between the two lasted from night till high in the sun and they did not stop.

Bai Chen ran out of patience and said helplessly, "I'll let you beat me up, and you take me to the underworld, how about that?"

Taishan Yanjun panted and said, "Okay! If you let me beat you to death, I will agree to it!"

Bai Chen sighed and explained, "I didn't go to the underworld to cause trouble. I just wanted to check a person's life and origins."

Taishan Yama sneered, "How dare you cause trouble for the underworld again?"

Bai Chen's face froze, and he didn't answer. He just continued to ask, "You can give me information about a mortal and beat me up to vent your anger. Isn't this a good deal? After all, with your skills, you will never have the chance to hurt me in this lifetime."

Taishan Yanjun gnashed his teeth in anger and said, "Don't be so proud, you white-haired beast! Last time, my God helped you during the heavenly tribulation. Let's see how you can avoid it next time! I will live well and wait for the day when the heavenly tribulation takes you away!"

When Bai Chen heard the words "my God", he completely stopped.

His voice softened, with a hint of pleading: "What do I want you to do to help me? I really just want to check a person's background. As long as you help me, no matter what you ask, I will do my best to meet your request!"

The demon king Bai Chen has lowered his noble head, but the King of Hell of Mount Tai is not moved at all.

"Heh, I want my God to come back, can you do it?"

“…”

"Can't do it? Then go and die, and give your life back to my God."

“…………”

"Still can't do it? Then there's nothing to say."

Taishan King Yan turned his head and said to the underworld messenger behind him: "Little ones, pass the message to the underworld!"

"Whoever dares to check the life and past of Demon King Bai Chen or anyone else in the demon world, I, King Taishan, will condemn him to eternal damnation in hell!"