A master of comedy!

"Night Wanderer, strike immediately and kill that fake Ksitigarbha!"

Inside the room, Lu Pan suddenly stood up, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. He didn't dare to hesitate for even a moment, and made his move as soon as he said those words.

With a stroke of the judge's pen, life and death are decided.

The divine power surged forth, all flowing into the vermilion brush that held the power of life and death, causing it to radiate countless rays of light, dazzling and captivating.

“No Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva appears in the Mulian Opera, yet you, as a master of underworld opera, impersonate the Bodhisattva, arbitrarily alter the script, seal the gates and lock the city, and disrupt the underworld. Your crime… deserves death!”

His voice was booming like muffled thunder, tinged with anxiety, and he spoke very quickly.

Upon hearing the verdict, Tan Sheng, who had transformed into Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, trembled violently. The thousand-petaled blue lotus beneath his feet quickly withered away, and the protective Buddhist light around him dimmed.

With a crack, both the jewel and the staff in his hand broke at the same time.

The barrier that sealed the city was also on the verge of collapse.

Even with the blessing of the Suanni, he was not a true Bodhisattva after all. His Buddhist supernatural powers were limited, and Tan Sheng's own cultivation was too low, having only just opened his ear aperture.

If his master, Yu Tianheng, had come in person, there would have been two different outcomes.

"You audacious judge, how dare you defy your superior and attack Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva! Even if the Bodhisattva is kind-hearted and can tolerate you, I, Maudgalyayana, will never tolerate you!"

Zhou Sheng knew that Tan Sheng couldn't hold on for long. At this critical moment, success or failure depended on a single thought.

So he stepped forward, and the tin staff in his hand instantly transformed into a large golden bow.

Draw the bow!
The Qi of Geng Metal and the Qi of Thunder erupted simultaneously, and with the help of nearly a hundred years of cultivation, a divine arrow, as if cast from gold, was condensed in an instant.

The arrow shone with golden light, surrounded by lightning, and the void three inches from the arrowhead was slightly distorted, as if it could not withstand the extreme sharpness and pressure.

"middle!"

The tongue emitted a mysterious sound, adding a touch of divine law to the divine arrow, giving it an aura of certainty that it would hit its target.

The bowstring twanged like thunder!

One arrow shot, and ten thousand ghosts trembled.

The mere whistling wind from the arrows caused numerous cracks to appear on the bodies of many of the onlookers, as if they had been ripped apart by a thousand knives.

boom!!

The barrier in front of the private room only flickered for a moment before being pierced by the arrow, turning the doorway to dust and revealing the figures of Judge Lu and Night Wanderer.

"ban!"

Lu Pan's pupils narrowed slightly. He pointed his finger, and divine patterns rippled from his fingertip, evolving into twelve layers of defensive restrictions. From a distance, they looked like twelve sacred images, lying across the arrow.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
The divine arrow pierced through layer upon layer of restrictions, and the stream of light, like a rainbow piercing the sun, carried an earth-shattering power, finally piercing through the twelve layers of the Senluo Treasure Form.

puff!
The arrow pierced Lu Pan's palm, but strangely, there was no blood or wound, just like a drop of oil falling into water.

The Yazi within Zhou Sheng's body emitted a dragon's roar, manipulating the Geng metal Qi within the divine arrow to explode violently, attempting to inflict greater damage on Lu Pan.

However, the mass of Geng metal energy that was about to explode, like thousands of steel needles jumping, was forcibly suppressed.

Boom!

A muffled thunderclap resounded from his palm, and when Judge Lu reached out again, only a wisp of green smoke remained.

However, there was a scorched mark on his palm that was difficult to remove.

Feeling the excruciating pain, Lu Pan glanced deeply at Zhou Sheng, who was holding the bow, a hint of apprehension flashing in the depths of his eyes.

In such a short time, that nobody who was once completely ignored by Him has actually managed to hurt Him?

We can't delay any longer!
Lu Pan, worried that he was in the temple in the mortal world, continued to wield his judge's pen, preparing to eliminate the fake Ksitigarbha in one fell swoop, when suddenly a hand grabbed him.

The blood and qi flowed like magma in a furnace, and the pale golden bones became even more dazzling under the tempering of the flames.

The only thing that seemed out of place was the beautifully woven red rope in his hand.

"The red thread..."

"Fifth Brother..."

The person who dragged his broken body but stubbornly held onto Lu Pan was none other than the "Sixth Uncle" that Zhou Sheng had mentioned.

But at this moment, the resentment and murderous aura in Sixth Uncle's eyes had vanished, replaced by a bewildered look, as if he had just woken from a deep dream. "Red Thread... Fifth Brother..."

He repeated the two names over and over, as if he were slowly awakening the most precious memories deep within his mind.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Sheng was overjoyed and immediately transmitted his voice, "Uncle-Master Xiao Jiansheng, Hongxian is still waiting for you to return. If my master, Yu Zhensheng, knew that you were still alive, he would be very happy!"

He noticed that his sixth uncle's condition was very strange.

At first, Sixth Uncle was actually in a daze, instinctively listening to the opera like a vengeful ghost that had escaped from hell. He even seemed to be bewitched and ordered to slaughter the Yin Opera performers on the stage with a critical attitude.

It wasn't until Zhou Sheng gradually dispelled the charred blackness on his exterior with Buddhist light that the red rope on his wrist was revealed.

The red rope was hidden beneath his skin, enveloped in his blood and qi. Clearly, he would rather his own flesh and blood turn to charcoal than allow that piece of red rope to turn to ashes.

Therefore, only when Zhou Sheng used the Buddha's light to dispel the charred blackness on its surface could the familiar red rope be seen.

Just recently, on his birthday, Xiao Hongxian had given him an identical red string.

He was surprised at the time, wondering how Hongxian could have woven such an exquisite thing with her clever mind, and how much effort she must have put into it.

It now seems that the person who taught her to braid red ropes was likely very special to her.

In addition, given the man's familiarity with Yin Opera, Zhou Sheng tried calling out "Sixth Uncle" and mentioning the names of Hongxian and his master, which successfully awakened the man.

"My name is... Xiao Jiansheng."

"Xiao Jiansheng, a master of occult arts, is the sixth in the Zhao family troupe. I have a daughter named Zhao Hongxian, and the person I respect most is my fifth brother..."

Under Zhou Sheng's telepathic transmission, Xiao Jiansheng's eyes became even brighter, like an ancient mirror being wiped clean of dust.

He gripped Lu Pan's hand tightly, refusing to let go even as the other's divine power left him bloodied and mangled. He then raised his head, his eyes blazing, and slammed it hard into Lu Pan's forehead.

boom!!

The entire theater shook violently, and huge cracks appeared in a winding pattern.

"You're not allowed to...bully my nephew!"

……

"Brother, this statue is strange. Our Thunder Pearl Fire Talisman can't destroy it?"

"Yes, and the judge's eyes seemed to move just now, as if he came to life, but I don't know why it stopped."

Inside the Judge Temple, Bao Ying's men looked at the green-faced, red-bearded, and ferocious-looking statue of a god, a hint of fear flashing in their eyes.

They had used up all the thunder and fire talismans they brought, and the temple was almost completely destroyed, but the statue was still unharmed.

Whether it's flames or thunder, they all vanish before that statue.

"It really is His personal idol!"

A hint of excitement appeared in Bao Ying's eyes. Ordinary temples would never have such abundant divine power. Boss Long was right. This was Lu Pan's weakness!
He stepped forward and quickly felt an invisible force, forcing him to stop three zhang away from the statue.

"Evil god, how dare you be so insolent!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Bao Ying's eyes. He raised his precious sword and slashed it across his other palm, causing blood to splatter and stain the blade crimson.

"Bao Ying, a seventh-generation descendant of Bao Gong and a second-rank Demon-Suppressing Captain of the Xuanqiong Division, is willing to offer my blood, uphold the righteous spirit of heaven and earth, and abide by the majesty of the law, to destroy the evil temple, slay the evil god, and seek justice for countless wronged souls!"

"May Heaven bear witness, and may the sun and moon be my witnesses. If I, Bao, have uttered even the slightest lie, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death. If I have uttered no lie..."

He slowly raised his eyes, and a faint crescent moon mark appeared between his brows, shining brightly.

The precious sword, stained with blood, suddenly made a sound, trembling like a dragon's roar, as if it were the legendary dragon-headed guillotine, awe-inspiring and righteous.

"If there is no falsehood, then I beseech the Heavenly Emperor to help me vanquish this fiend!"

With a single strike, the invisible divine power instantly melted away like ice and snow.

Click!

A crack appeared on the statue.

...(End of this chapter)