Descending upon the terrifying heavens as a superman

Chapters 72, 73/74: Daoist Master Four Eyes, Uncle You

Although he had the basic knowledge given to him by the founder of Maoshan, Zhang Yue felt that to understand lightning, he would find it easier to experience it firsthand.

Wind and Thunder Hell—

It is a hell of punishment for being struck by lightning. In the orthodox Taoist system, it is called the Wind and Thunder Hell (also known as the Wind and Thunder Prison).

It is not among the eighteen levels of hell in Buddhism, but belongs to one of the nine core hells of the Nine Netherworlds in Taoism.

The punishment was to be swept away by a raging wind, struck by lightning, and burned by thunder and fire. The soul was constantly bombarded by thunder and torn apart by fierce winds, suffering endlessly in a cycle.

The corresponding sins are those who are disobedient and unfilial, deceive heaven and earth, blaspheme against the sun, moon, stars, and stars, slander the righteous path, commit evil and act arrogantly, violate heavenly rules, and disrespect heaven, earth, and gods.

Zhang Yue was somewhat self-deprecating, thinking that he was becoming more and more like a heretical cultivator, and that maybe one day he could find a few people to harm and complete the process of becoming a Corpse Immortal.

However, as far as Zhang Yue was concerned, he had no intention of abandoning his body to play the Corpse-Dissolving Immortal game. Xie Yali was reborn in the modern era of Dharma decline and had no other choice. He could go to all the heavens and myriad worlds and there was no need for him to abandon his physical body.

"Here it comes—"

Zhang Yue looked up, and in the illusion, a bolt of lightning crashed down.

Boom!

Within the illusion, endless darkness was torn apart by a blindingly white bolt of lightning. Zhang Yue felt as if his eardrums had been struck by a heavy hammer, followed by an indescribable surge of violent power that crashed into the top of his head.

Zhang Yue felt a tingling sensation all over his body from the electric shock, and he trembled uncontrollably.

This is not a physical injury, but a torment in which the soul is forcibly torn apart, crushed, and then reassembled under the power of the Longevity Pill. The Wind and Thunder Hell truly lives up to its name.

The gale was like countless rusty, blunt knives, sawing and cutting his flesh inch by inch.

Fortunately, he took a longevity pill, not an immortality pill, so the medicinal effect wasn't as strong.

Otherwise, the first bolt of heavenly lightning alone would have turned his physical body into charcoal.

"Take it slow first, increase the potency later —"

Just as Zhang Yue was immersed in the cultivation of the introductory thunder magic, an extremely cold, viscous, and nauseating resentment suddenly seeped in from room 2442.

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That resentment was so cold, it seemed to freeze one's soul.

The countdown has begun.

Inside room 2442, which is separated by a wall.

Xiao Hao stood quietly in the center of the room, holding a rough hemp rope in his hand. The paint on the walls was peeling off, and the dim light above his head swayed and made a crackling sound.

He was too tired.

"Uncle Ying—" Xiao Hao picked up a photo. In the photo was a man who looked very much like Uncle Nine. It was a photo of him with the crew when he was at the height of his popularity more than ten years ago.

But—it's all in the past now.

He was once the focus of the spotlight, a star in the hearts of countless movie fans, but now he is just an empty shell who has lost everything.

With the decline of Hong Kong cinema, he had no roles to play, and his career plummeted.

If that were all, it would be fine; he also has a happy family.

But fate just wouldn't give him the chance for happiness and fulfillment.

"Wife, son—" Xiao Hao looked at his left hand, on which his son had drawn a watch with a black pen. The color had faded quite a bit, but he still couldn't bear to wash it off.

In a car accident, his wife and children died together, and Xiao Hao lost his motivation. He was more like a walking corpse than a dead man.

His career was going badly, his family was falling apart, and his wife's smile and his son's innocent cries were like countless sharp blades cutting into his sanity day and night.

Xiao Hao expressionlessly moved a dilapidated chair over, tossed a rope over the ceiling fan hook, tied a knot, stood on the chair, put the rope around his neck, and closed his eyes.

The last thing that flashed through his mind was the scene at the food stall downstairs, where the young man named Zhang Yue had treated him to sticky rice.

That long-lost warmth of everyday life ultimately couldn't stop him from wanting to reunite with his wife and children.

Clang.

The chair was kicked over.

The rope tightened instantly, and the immense gravity pulled on his cervical spine, producing a chilling cracking sound.

Xiao Hao's face instantly turned purplish-red, his eyeballs bulged outward due to bloodshot eyes, and the veins on his forehead stood out like earthworms.

The suffocating pain overwhelmed him like a tsunami; his hands instinctively reached for the rope around his neck, and his legs kicked wildly in mid-air in agony.

Just as he was on the verge of death and his consciousness began to fade.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped to freezing, and the mold on the walls began to spread eerily, turning into large patches of black stains.

In Xiao Hao's blurry vision, two pale figures slowly emerged from the mottled wall.

They were two female students wearing tattered school uniforms. Their faces were ashen, and their eyes had no pupils, only endless blackness.

One of them had deep marks on her neck, and the other had red bloodstains on her clothes.

Twin vengeful ghosts.

A pale, icy hand gently stroked Xiao Hao's cheek.

boom!

Xiao Hao felt an extreme chill rush from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, and his body instantly stiffened.

Meanwhile, in another room on the ground floor of the public rental building, the atmosphere was equally oppressive and suffocating.

Ah Jiu coughed violently, each cough feeling as if he were coughing up his lungs. He covered his mouth tightly, and when he released his hand, there was a shocking pool of black blood in his palm.

He has late-stage lung cancer, and the doctor said he wouldn't live more than three months.

But in reality, he had already lived for two years. How did he survive? By using the yin energy to sustain his yang energy—

With trembling hands, Ajiu picked up a pinch of grayish-white powder from an urn beside him, skillfully rolled it into a cigarette paper, lit it, and took a deep drag.

That's the ashes of someone who raised a ghost child. Inhaling this stuff can temporarily suppress lung cancer cells with extremely yin energy, but the price is that his soul will be tormented by countless ghosts biting him day and night.

He suddenly raised his head, sensing the eerie resentment emanating from room 2442. His face lit up with joy, "The twin sisters are finally out—"

Just as he picked up the ink line and the peach wood sword, about to rush upstairs to grab the twin sisters, an even colder aura drifted down the corridor—

Ah Jiu, who had just reached the door, seemed to have discovered something. Her face immediately showed an extremely terrified and frightened expression. She closed the door again, shrank back into the room, and used magic to cover her aura. She even covered her mouth in fear, not revealing a trace of her presence.

A short while later, several ghostly figures, each carrying an umbrella and with legs more than twice that of an ordinary person, began to wander the corridor, seemingly searching for something.

They walked around and around, and when they couldn't find the person they wanted, they went upstairs.

They happened to run into Uncle You, who was carrying an ink line and heading towards 2442, and Zhang Yue, who had just finished his cultivation and opened the door, intending to go and save Xiao Hao.

"Li Gui!?" Zhang Yue's expression changed, but he found that these tall, umbrella-wielding Li Guis did not have any resentment or evil intentions on them.

Their yin energy is extremely pure, without any evil or malevolent energy mixed in.

Zhang Yue immediately realized that only one type of person possesses this kind of yin energy: those from the underworld.

"A messenger from the underworld?"

Chapter 74 Whether it's a fierce ghost or a wandering spirit, disaster, calamity, tragedy, poison, injury, pain, disease, or death, one will always be tainted by some kind of calamity.

And they all harbored some resentment.

But these tall figures holding umbrellas in front of us, apart from their yin energy, showed no trace of resentment or the negative yin energy that other wandering ghosts should have.

That's why Zhang Yue subconsciously decided that they were the messengers of the underworld.

But just as Zhang Yue had expected, Uncle You immediately ran over and covered Zhang Yue's mouth to stop him from speaking, lest he offend the underworld officials.

"Shh! Don't speak—" Uncle You whispered nervously.

He couldn't help but be nervous; these were underworld messengers, officials from the netherworld.

Zhang Yue nodded. He had no intention of attacking the underworld officials. He wasn't like Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng, those two idiots; only someone with a screw loose would dare to attack the underworld officials.

One of the tall underworld officials raised his pale face, glanced at Zhang Yue expressionlessly, and then put his umbrella down again.

When we passed 2442, we paused briefly, but only for a moment, and then the group continued walking forward, disappearing into the corridor in no time.

"Wishing you prosperity, wishing you prosperity—" In the stairwell, only a trembling, crazy woman remained, clutching a gray-haired child.

Uncle You finally breathed a sigh of relief, released Zhang Yue, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Uncle You—" Zhang Yue frowned, looking at 2442, and said, "Why aren't you capturing those underworld officials inside?"

Uncle You exclaimed in surprise, "You little rascal—you also know there are treacherous things inside."

But no sooner had he finished speaking than Ayou jumped up and kicked the door of 2442 with all his might, shouting, "No! Damn it, I forgot about the important matter!"

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Xiao Hao is still inside, possessed by the evil spirit.

As soon as the door burst open, Ah-You jumped into the air, swung his knife and cut the rope, saving Xiao-Hao.

But at this moment, Xiao Hao exuded an evil aura, ferocious and terrifying. His eyes were completely white, with no pupils visible, and the veins on his forehead bulged out like earthworms.

"The compass needle must be sharpened, do not inquire about the Three-Seven Religion, subdue all the demons of the world—"

Unfortunately, just as Ayou bit his finger and before he could finish chanting the incantation, Xiaohao viciously pounced on him, took the initiative, and grabbed his neck, intending to kill him.

Uncle You couldn't break free from the immense strength of Xiao Hao, so he hurriedly called for help outside, "Damn it—he's so strong—come in and help me hold him down so I can cast my spell."

The crazy woman outside, Ah Feng, was trembling with fear as she held her son, Xiao Bai, after witnessing this scene. So, of course, she turned to Zhang Yue for help.

Zhang Yue was stunned—how come this is different from the plot of the movie?

In the original story, Uncle You didn't just appear and quickly knock the twins Li Gui out of Xiao Hao's body, did he?

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Zhang Yue forgot one thing: Xiao Hao's kung fu and physique were extremely strong. When Xiao Hao was possessed by them for the second time, he almost single-handedly killed the evil cultivator A Jiu and Uncle You.

There was no time to think about that now; Zhang Yue rushed over to help.

Xiao Hao, a martial arts actor by profession, is also middle-aged and strong. He fought two opponents at once and was not at a disadvantage at all.

If Zhang Yue hadn't taken pills during this period, which greatly improved his physical strength, he really wouldn't have been able to withstand a few punches from his opponent.

While Zhang Yue was helping, Uncle You hurriedly took out an ink line from his pocket, bit his finger, and quickly drew talismans on his palm. "Hold him down for me, towards the mirror, I'm going to throw them out—"

But before he could finish speaking, he witnessed a shocking scene—

Zhang Yue, at some point, pulled out a ghost-repelling talisman from his person and stuck it on Xiao Hao's head. At the same time, he stuck a talisman to suppress evil spirits on Xiao Hao's stomach. Then, with a loud shout, he slapped Xiao Hao's head hard with his palm [the same talisman drawn on Qiu Sheng's stomach].

【ah-】

Two screams—

A white shadow flew out of Xiao Hao's body, with four arms, four legs, and two heads, as if two people were stitched together.

The shadow stood on the wall, roaring at them, and charged at them again, baring its fangs and claws.

This time, it materialized directly, and Uncle You's expression changed. He hadn't expected that these twin evil spirits would suddenly materialize and attack people.

亍！

With a single move, he sent Uncle You flying and smashed the door to pieces.

Uncle You coughed up blood, his face changed, and he got up again, trembling as he raised the ink line and red inkstone, wanting to rush into the capital—

Because at this moment, the ferocious beast was already pouncing menacingly towards Zhang Yue, while Zhang Yue had his back to it.

"Watch out, it's behind you—"

Before Uncle You finished speaking, Zhang Yue suddenly turned around, holding a piece of transparent protective film that had been pulled out.

Plastic wrap?

Uncle You's brain seemed to freeze for a moment, and then he saw a scene he couldn't understand: the once incredibly powerful Li Gui had been sealed away by Zhang Yue using a protective membrane.

Not only was it sealed away, but a yellow talisman was also pasted on the outside.

"Done—" Zhang Yue breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead. The twin evil spirits weren't difficult to deal with; it was the possessed Xiao Hao who was the real challenge—

The beggar duck is in for a tough time.

"You—how could you—" Uncle You staggered in, pointing incredulously at Bao Yi Mo, which Zhang Yue was tossing around like a ball.

"Mountain-lifting talisman—" Zhang Yue pointed to the talisman pasted on the protective film, which was used for lifting mountains and catching ghosts.

Uncle Nine used an ordinary wine jar to catch Da Bao, and then stuck a yellow talisman on it.

"You don't know how?" Zhang Yue was somewhat surprised. Wait a minute, thinking back, she remembered watching the movie before coming here, and it seemed that Uncle You hadn't actually taken out any yellow talismans.

Whether subduing evil spirits or fighting zombies, yellow talismans were never used.

In other words—he really doesn't know how to consecrate a yellow talisman?

So each time, he could only bite his finger and use his own blood to cast the spell?

But considering that he was only a few years old when his father disappeared, and that he learned everything from Wu Zixu, it seems to make sense.

"Of course I wouldn't, oh no, I mean—why did you use plastic wrap to grab him—" Uncle You was somewhat incoherent.

Zhang Yue, thick-skinned as ever, said, "This—the 'Guaranteed One Membrane for Catching Ghosts'—is an improvement I made myself. Times are changing, you know—"

"Exorcising talisman, warding off evil spirits talisman, exorcising evil spirits talisman —"

Uncle You stared blankly at the yellow talisman on the protective membrane, as well as the yellow talismans on Xiao Hao's face and stomach. "These are the orthodox talismans of my Taishan sect. How did you manage to draw them?!"

Zhang Yue feigned curiosity and looked at Uncle You, "I'm a Taoist priest from the Taishan Sect, of course I can draw Taishan Sect talismans, what's so strange about that?"

"I can even invoke the gods. You know, in our Mountain-Raising Sect, there's a unique skill of a Taoist named Four-Eyes—"

"Others may invite gods and spirits many times and still not achieve results even once, but he succeeds every time he invites them—"

"And what's more, it's the Third Patriarch of the Mountain-Raising Sect, who specializes in physical cultivation—"

"Comrade! One of us!" Uncle You gripped Zhang Yue's hand tightly, tears streaming down his face. "I'm also from the Mountain-Raising Sect! I've finally found my fellow disciples."

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