Chapter 512: Lu Zu's Divine Mantra, No More Threats
The believer exchanged blows with him, completely destroying the divine power he had borrowed. Only the cushions and utensils in the hall flew all over the floor, while the statue of the emperor and the altar in front of the statue remained motionless.
Master Liu's breathing became rapid, and his whole body was covered in sweat. He felt that he had no strength to continue.
He was old, and his cultivation was not high. He relied on himself to draw on the divine power of the Emperor, but without the help of the true Emperor, he was stretched to the limit. As his magic power was turbulent, his mind was also wavering.
When the mind is shaken, the divine power will also be shaken.
Master Liu knew that if he continued like this he would only end up losing his life. He held his breath, calmed his mind, and pounced on the believer. At the same time, the statue of the Emperor seemed to move with him. Behind him, the Emperor's misty shadow appeared faintly.
"The past is all about life, the present is thanks to the Lord, one chant of eternal peace, the whole family will subdue dragons and tigers!"
One! Two! Three!
Three divine lights emerged from Master Liu's magic sword, surrounded by Taoist energy, like ice, snow, jade and dragon, and the cold light flowed endlessly.
Master Liu thrust out his sword, but three sword lights appeared, and what was cut was not the body, but the spirit.
First, eliminate ignorance and afflictions; second, eliminate ignorance and anger; third, eliminate ignorance and greed.
Evil spirits and sneaky ghosts have nowhere to hide.
The believer was amazed by the three sword lights as if he was admiring a flower, but he never stopped.
He pushed out his palm flatly, as if pushing the bright moon, and a moon appeared in his palm, illuminating the void with a snow-white glow.
The three sword lights flew into the moon and disappeared like a drop of water in the sea.
The magic sword stabbed in front of him and also sank into the moon wheel. Master Liu's magical power gradually weakened. He wanted to get closer, but he could not break the moon wheel.
The believer changed his palm into fingers, clamped Master Liu's sword, and turned it lightly, and then a huge force attacked.
Master Liu couldn't hold the sword anymore, and it flew out of his hand, making a sound, and landed in front of the statue of Emperor Fuyou, piercing into the blue bricks and swinging left and right.
"With this Holy Spirit Chapter, all demons bow their heads. Supreme Emperor Lu, hurry and obey the command!"
The believer walked to the altar, chanted the mantra that Master Liu had not finished, bowed his head, and worshiped in front of the statue of the Emperor, completing the mantra of Emperor Fuyou and Lu Zu to save the suffering and the distressed for Master Liu.
After the word "Ling" was recited, the magic sword stopped swinging and stood upright safely.
Master Liu turned around, his hands trembling slightly, and looked at the believer, but for some reason, the anger, resentment, fear, and hesitation in his heart all disappeared.
Perhaps it was the last sword that cut off his own distracting thoughts, perhaps it was the Fuyou Emperor Lu Zu's magic spell to save the suffering and the distressed that calmed his mind, perhaps it was the ghost who dared to recite his magic spell in front of the Emperor's statue that won his trust.
Master Liu finally calmed down and quieted down.
The believer raised his head and looked at Master Liu, saying, "Master, are you willing to listen to my explanation?"
Master Liu looked at his two disciples and found that they had just fainted and were not seriously injured. He picked up the cushions that had flown to the corner and placed them in front of the altar, saying, "Please sit down."
The believer smiled and sat on the cushion with Master Liu, in front of the statue of Emperor Fuyou, and on both sides of the magic sword.
The sun gradually slanted, and the evening light shone in through the edge of the yellow cloth spell hanging from the window, and dust particles danced in the beam of light.
There was silence in the Emperor's Palace.
Huaizhong and Huaiyi finally woke up, shaking their heads, and their blurry eyes finally saw clearly.
It was a mess.
The formation on the blue bricks had long been wiped out in the fight, and Zhang Xuan's yellow cloth spell was also twisted and distorted. Except for the statue and the altar, everything in the hall was scattered everywhere.
In this messy hall, Master Liu sat peacefully on a cushion, his sword stuck in the ground, as if he was bowing his head in prayer.
Huaizhong and Huaiyi breathed a sigh of relief, their worries put to rest. Huaizhong asked, "Master, where is the believer?"
Huaiyi complained, "Why don't you help us get into the room? My back hurts."
Master Liu did not answer.
"What happened after we passed out?"
"Have the ghosts and gods been subdued?"
"Master?"
"Master?"
Huaizhong and Huaiyi felt numb all over, and a great fear gripped their minds. They could not control their hands and feet, and didn't know how they walked in front of Master Liu.
They put their hands on Master Liu's shoulders and gently pulled him, and Master Liu fell backwards into the arms of Huaizhong and Huaiyi.
He looked calm, without any fear or breath, and had been gone for a long time.
“Master!”
Huaizhong and Huaiyi couldn't believe it. They shook Master Liu's body, but there was no response.
His breath was gone, his blood was frozen, and he could no longer respond to them.
"Master!" Huaizhong's voice was choked and soon turned into wailing.
The two brothers held the deceased old master in their arms and cried bitterly.
The huge Fu Ji Temple was filled with miserable cries, like two wolf cubs.
At night, their crying stopped.
The two men looked dejected, resentful, and confused.
Master Liu died so suddenly that he left no words behind, and his death also took away their backbone.
Huaizhong was older than Huaiyi, so he had to force himself out of his confusion. He said in a hoarse voice, "Huaiyi, we need to send our master away."
Huaiyi's tears were still wet as he looked at Huaizhong. Huaizhong had taken over the role of Master Liu. In just a moment, he grew up quickly and injected Master Liu's soul into his own body.
"It's too hot. We can't keep the funeral for too long."
Huaizhong said, "Get up and help Master clean up."
White lanterns were quickly hung up at Fu Ji Temple. The two boys had performed rituals with their master and learned the ceremonies, but they had never actually presided over a funeral.
The first time, I started from my own home.
The next day, the news of Master Liu's death spread throughout the outside of Changmen.
Countless people came to pay their respects, and the people nearby helped the two boys with the funeral.
A day later, the people nearby, along with the two young masters Huaizhong and Huaiyi, buried Master Liu in the ground.
When Master Liu was alive, although he was a bit unruly, greedy for money and loved drinking, there were still many people who benefited from him.
Fu Ji Temple protects this area, and now it is the people of this area who are sending Master Liu to his ascension.
King Tonghui did not dare to appear in Fuji Temple, but he had no scruples in this cemetery where countless people were buried.
Watching Master Liu's body being carried into the tomb, King Tonghui marveled and asked, "Great Immortal, how did you do that?"
The Immortal Jin Ting laughed and said, "Your Majesty, have you forgotten my origins?"
King Tonghui laughed heartily and said, "I knew you had a way. With the death of this half-baked wizard, even if Fuji Temple was once so effective, it will slowly decline in the hands of those two little devils."
The Immortal Jin Ting looked at the two solemn-looking boys and said, "Who says it's not true? As long as the Emperor doesn't leave Fuji Temple, he will no longer pose a threat to the King."
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