A master of comedy!

On the stage, as time passed, the eighth scene was drawing to a close.

Zhou Sheng finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell from the state of perfect harmony between actor and actor. He was in a daze and accidentally sang a note too high.

Oops!

He was startled, and sure enough, he immediately heard that unusually hoarse voice.

"Your pitch is... too high."

Immediately afterwards, waves of fiery energy enveloped Zhou Sheng, and scorching magma from the sixteenth level of the volcanic hell surged toward him like a tide.

However, this time, the demon's invincible methods seemed to have failed.

A muffled clang.

Zhou Sheng slammed the tin staff that Ya Zi had transformed into onto the stage, even carving a hole through the ground.

Amidst the bursting forth of brilliant Buddhist light, two majestic, coiling golden dragons could be faintly seen protecting the body.

The dragon's roar seemed to come from beyond the heavens.

"My indestructible body is naturally divine, and the Eight Heavenly Dragons protect my body!"

Zhou Sheng's tongue uttered thunderous sounds, and his entire body was bathed in dazzling Buddhist light, making his figure appear exceptionally large, and his skin was reflected in gold.

The flowing fire and magma were all blasted away, and the evil spirit covered its face with its hand, its palm cracking like porcelain.

"You audacious demon, do not stop me from saving my mother!"

Zhou Sheng immediately changed the play on the spot, defining the evil spirit as one of the characters in the play who was hindering Mulian from rescuing his mother, rather than a bystander.

Do you enjoy going on stage?
Let's act together!
"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

Zhou Sheng recited the six-syllable mantra again to enhance the Buddha's power, and at the same time reached out and pulled Yu Ruyi, who played Liu Qingti, towards the backstage.

However, a hand grabbed him.

"The play... was wrong."

Under the light of the Buddha, the charred marks on the demon's body faded considerably, but the resentment and malevolence in its eyes grew even stronger.

Zhou Sheng turned around and suddenly discovered something unbelievable.

After the charred black color faded, the exposed bones of the evil spirit actually shone with a pale golden light.

This doesn't seem like... a ghost?

He actually has a physical body!

Zhou Sheng was shocked. He knew that any one of the eighteen levels of hell could instantly shatter a person's physical body, especially the volcanic hell, where even a Buddhist statue could be burned to ashes.

But this person had been imprisoned in the volcanic hell for who knows how many years, and after escaping, his bones were still intact, and...

Zhou Sheng's ears twitched, and he actually heard a very faint heartbeat.

Is he... still alive?

What a terrifying physical body! What incredible vitality it possesses! The strength of this person's body far exceeds Zhou Sheng's imagination.

"Singing the wrong song during the Ghost Festival... means... death..."

The man grabbed Zhou Sheng's arm, but the Buddha's light and the golden dragon of fortune did not shatter his body. Instead, they scraped away the charred surface like a knife, revealing a fresh, fleshy color.

The next moment, terrifying divine power erupted like a volcano, and the broken body was like an awakened angry dragon. The scalding blood and qi were like a great sun furnace, causing Liu Qingti and the others to cry out in surprise, and their souls became shaky.

Even the vengeful ghosts watching from below the stage were reduced to ashes by the torrent of blood and energy.

With his profound cultivation, Zhou Sheng was not afraid of the impact on his blood and qi, but he could not withstand the terrifying divine power. He felt a heart-wrenching pain in his shoulder, as if his soul and body were about to be torn in two.

This is no evil spirit, it is clearly a martial saint who roams the world!

Even with his eighty years of cultivation, he couldn't break free of that iron-chain-like hand.

Backstage, Tan Sheng took out the Nine Dragon Seal, seemingly wanting to lend a hand, but Zhou Sheng stopped him with a look.

It's not time yet; the timing isn't right.

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes, and the Pure Yang Sword light shot out from his arm, slashing out at his opponent's hand with countless sparks.

The sound of metal clanging was deafening.

Strands of blood fell, scalding the stage with tiny holes. A look of pain finally flashed in the man's eyes, but he still refused to let go.

Although he had many wounds on his hands, they were only an inch deep and not serious. How could he possibly grasp the pure Yang sword light?
Zhou Sheng was extremely anxious. Just when he was at his wit's end, his gaze suddenly swept over the other person's wrist and he saw something familiar.

His pupils dilated, and a flash of inspiration struck him.

"Sixth Martial Uncle, I am Hongxian's junior brother and Yuzhensheng's disciple!"

With a tentative attitude, he transmitted his voice, and the next moment, the figure who was holding the sword light and refused to let go suddenly froze.

That hand slowly loosened its grip.

It really was my sixth senior uncle!
Zhou Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, then grabbed Yu Ruyi and headed backstage, reciting his lines as he went.

"Mother, don't be afraid. No matter who tries to stop you, I will definitely save you from the underworld!"

This is not a classic hero saving a damsel in distress, but rather a way to maintain the main plot structure of the play so as to provoke Judge Lu to take direct action.

Only by bringing them onto the stage can that plan be implemented.

Bao Ying, I hope you haven't let me down.

……

"Brother, it's getting late. If we don't act soon, it'll be dawn!"

"Yes, how much longer do we have to wait?"

After waiting for a long time in the cold wind, his men began to show signs of anxiety.

Bao Ying closed his eyes, his brows furrowed, and said, "Wait a little longer."

No one knew what he was waiting for, but they could only obey. As the sky began to lighten, the Judge Temple gradually became transparent.

……

"What's wrong with him? How did he manage to let Zhou Sheng escape?"

In a private room on the second floor, Lu Pan's eyes turned cold, clearly showing his dissatisfaction.

“It’s almost dawn. If we miss this opportunity, with this kid’s talent, he’ll be the next Yu Zhensheng in less than ten years.”

"He absolutely cannot leave alive today!"

After saying that, Judge Lu reached out and tried to grab the stage, but at that moment, a sense of vigilance inexplicably arose in his heart.

So the hand stopped in mid-air.

Seeing this, the Night Wanderer in the same room had a flash of insight and laughed, "The one sitting next door is Yu Zhensheng's old flame. If you make a move directly, she probably won't stand idly by."

She pointed out the identities of the onlookers next door, intending to say a few words on behalf of the handsome young man, hoping to make Judge Lu wary and prevent him from intervening.

Unexpectedly, these words relieved Lu Pan's heart.

No wonder I was a little wary just now.

"Hmph, that Meng Po, as a Yin deity of the underworld, has an ambiguous relationship with a Yin opera performer. Even if she makes a move, how can she stop me?"

Lu Pan finally made up his mind and, without further hesitation, reached out his hand towards the stage.

The Night Wanderer lowered his gaze, thinking to himself what a pity that such a handsome young man would be gone before he could even enjoy him.

boom!
Just as Zhou Sheng was about to step down from the stage, a surging undercurrent suddenly surged up behind him, pulling his body back in.

Feeling that familiar power and the faint scent of incense in the air, Zhou Sheng was not surprised but delighted.

That old fox... finally couldn't resist making a move!
……

In the private room next to Lu Pan's, a beautiful woman with a full head of silver hair and fair skin sat on the floor, looking at the woman next to her in a phoenix coronet and wedding robes with some surprise.

"Fourteenth Sister, are you sure you don't need me to take action?"

Yin Shisi Niang shook her head and said, "Thank you, Granny. I need to send the message right away."

As she spoke, she took out a red thread, wrapped it around her wrist three times, and then closed her eyes, as if she were asleep.

The beautiful woman with a full head of silver hair looked at this scene and couldn't help but shake her head and smile.

Then He turned His gaze back to the figure on the stage.

Yu Zhensheng, it's been a long time. I didn't expect your disciple to have grown up so much.

What an interesting little fellow. I wonder what you and that boy from the Bao family are plotting?
...(End of this chapter)