Chapter 145
Chapter 145
As Hua Jiunan’s incantation ended, yin winds whistled between Heaven and Earth, and ten thousand ghosts wept as one.
An eerie chill rose from the ground beneath their feet.
Eighth Master Chang, who lay flat on the ground, had no time to react before half his body froze solidly to the earth.
The scene reminded Eighth Master of the day Snow Corpse had pinned him beneath one foot fifteen years earlier.
This newcomer was clearly somewhat stronger than Snow Corpse.
The man had not even arrived, yet his aura alone had reduced Eighth Master Chang to such a miserable state.
“Y-Young master physician, w-what great god did you drag up from beneath the earth…?”
Before Hua Jiunan could answer, a crimson radiance like blood mist rose into the air.
The red light gathered at tremendous speed and condensed in the blink of an eye into a gigantic yin deity more than five meters tall.
He had a leopard’s head, a tiger’s brow, and a face covered in whiskers.
He wore a battered hat, a blue robe, and a belt made of ox horn.
One hand was empty, while the other held a gleaming precious sword.
One foot was bare; the other wore an old-fashioned court boot.
Simply standing there, the yin deity exerted crushing pressure upon Hua Jiunan and the others.
Fortunately, everyone present possessed an open, upright heart and regularly accumulated merit through good deeds.
Anyone with a filthy mind and corrupt character would probably have fainted the instant they saw this divine being.
The original term for such filthiness meant unclean or dirty and, when applied to people, described corrupt character and impure thoughts.
Only four words could describe the impression the yin deity gave: divine might like a prison!
“This minor divine protector arrived late. I beg the Celestial Master’s forgiveness…”
The yin deity bowed as he spoke. Halfway down, he suddenly realized there was no Celestial Master here at all!
There was clearly only a group of ordinary mortals, plus one frozen “immortal” from the Chang Family!
As for the four paper warriors and horses, they had fallen flat and begun trembling the instant the yin deity appeared.
Fortunately, they were not living creatures.
Otherwise, they would probably have fouled themselves in terror!
The yin deity’s tiger eyes widened. He glared at everyone for a long while, then barked angrily.
“What utter nonsense!”
“Who recklessly used the Secret Summoning Art?”
Seeing the yin deity’s fury, Hua Jiunan hurriedly stepped forward and admitted responsibility.
“This junior summoned a deity to destroy ghosts.”
“If I disturbed Senior’s cultivation, I ask your forgiveness!”
“Namo Amitabha.” Seeing that the matter had grown serious, Master Kongchan stepped forward and stood beside Hua Jiunan.
“Please calm your anger, Sage Lord. Young Benefactor Hua Jiunan made an innocent mistake.”
“Even this humble monk never imagined we would summon you to the mortal realm.”
Supported by Hu Fei’er, Deaf Granny hurried forward several steps.
“Please calm your anger, Sage Lord. This old woman failed to teach her grandson properly, allowing him to disturb your honored self.”
“If someone must be punished, take me instead.”
Chen Daji might usually be unruly, but no one was more filial at heart.
When he heard Deaf Granny offer to let the yin deity take her away, his stubborn fearlessness surged to the surface.
The boy wasted no words. He punched himself hard in the nose.
Then he drew his slingshot and aimed at the yin deity.
The crushing pressure and bitter cold made Chen Daji stammer.
“M-Mister…”
“M-My Big Brother summoned you to h-help deal with the Eight Valiant Generals.”
“W-Why are you g-glaring and b-blustering at us?!”
Far from flying into a rage at Chen Daji’s actions, the yin deity’s expression grew much calmer.
Reminiscence even appeared in his eyes.
How long had it been?
He could no longer remember how long it had been since anyone spoke to him like this.
Certainly, no one had ever threatened him with a slingshot.
Chen Daji reminded the divine being of a childhood playmate.
With that thought in mind, and upright by nature himself, the deity spoke gently to Chen Daji.
“You are a good child, with filial devotion in your heart.”
“Tell me your name.”
Chen Daji had been quite brave until then, but the question frightened him.
“M-Mister, if I tell you my name, y-you aren’t planning to send little ghosts to arrest me in a few days, are you?!”
“Will you drag me to the underworld and beat me half to death every day?”