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Chapter 461: Grass Head, the Eight Decaying Gods
Chapter 461: Grass Head, the Eight Decaying Gods
"What audacity..."
The concerns of those in the town's inner circles were indeed justified as the lively atmosphere of Stone Horse Town attracted attention. The Green-Robed Young Master and the Iron Horse Magistrate patiently awaited the arrival of the hour of the child.
Time ticked by, and as they waited, a faint cold smile appeared on their faces as they observed the town's commotion. "Humans have three souls, cause and effect, guarding corpses, and reincarnation. In this world, there are three foundations: destiny, blessings, and fate."
"Mortals can only rely on heaven's decree. If one dares to interfere, they will face heavenly retribution."
"This One Coin Sect nurtures evil and gathers blessings, already harming the harmony of heaven. If it weren't for our timely arrival, this Lantern Festival Fair might have brought them some fortune..."
"..."
The Iron Horse Magistrate seemed disinterested in the town's commotion, and upon hearing these words, he merely lowered his eyes slightly and said indifferently, "We Year-End Guardians have no other skills. We don't calculate these vague numbers; we only wait for the appointed time to carry out our duties."
"Whether they hold this Lantern Festival Fair, deceive fools, or even forge swords and rebel, they will be cut down, and it will be clean and swift."
"..."
"Haha, Iron Horse Magistrate, you make it sound easy. I admire your Year-End Guardians' abilities, but that strange man is still in town, and the thief who stole the general's order is unknown. I fear things may not go as smoothly as you think..."
The Meng Family Young Master chuckled softly. The initially polite duo seemed to have grown slightly displeased due to the Meng Family Young Master's insistence on refining the Dark General, which created a rift in their conversation.
Upon hearing his words, the Iron Horse Magistrate appeared somewhat indifferent and said, "We must follow the rules and wait these three days, isn't that what you, Young Master Meng, told me?"
"Of course, we must follow the rules."
The Meng Family Young Master smiled and said, "The Iron Horse Magistrate is waiting for the appointed time, and I won't enter the town before that time. I just can't bear to watch these demons flaunt their demonic arts and deceive those foolish villagers."
"Some matters don't need to wait until we enter the town to be dealt with!"
"..."
As he spoke, he suddenly waved his wide sleeves, and behind him, a yin wind swirled, carrying seven or eight little demons, each carrying a command banner on their backs. With a single wave of his sleeve, they all flew out, transforming into a breeze and instantly dispersing in different directions towards Stone Horse Town.
At the center of Stone Horse Town, in the wilderness, eight directions now had strange altars set up. Green-robed maids and servants, each holding a plaque, knelt straight towards Stone Horse Town.
Only when the little demons hopped and jumped in front of them to deliver the orders did they light the four-pillar incense and insert it beside them. Then, they removed the black cloth covering the plaques.
Each plaque had a single character written on it: illness, injury, pain, grief, shock, despair, sorrow, and suffering.
Holding these plaques, they slowly bowed towards Stone Horse Town, and a gust of yin wind rose beside them. The smoke from the four-pillar incense suddenly drifted from the eight directions towards the central Stone Horse Town.
The movement was subtle, and the smoke blended into the yin wind and night, unnoticed by anyone. However, the heavens seemed to dim slightly, and even the brilliant stars in the sky instantly grew dim.
Inside the town, the colorful lanterns and decorations were suddenly shrouded in darkness.
Subtle changes were taking place amidst the bustling Lantern Festival Fair, spreading silently and imperceptibly, like an unseen yin wind passing through the crowd.
"The Red Lantern Goddess bestows blessings and drives away evil..."
Among the people waiting for blessings from the altar, each had their own sorrows, but they were not the same. Some were sick and sought blessings to heal their illnesses, some had tragic fates and sought the gods to alleviate their misery, and some were simply hungry and wanted a full meal.
They were filled with hope, kneeling and praying for a few drops of divine dew to fall upon their heads, wishing for a change in their destiny from that moment. But they never expected that first, this eerie yin wind would blow upon them.
Their bodies shivered as if something ominous had occurred.
It was difficult to describe this feeling; they only felt as if they were being watched, and a strong sense of oppression and gloom filled their hearts.
There were those who were already hungry and had just eaten a full meal in town. Now, they knelt devoutly, not asking for anything else but to see rice grains in their soup during their two daily meals.
But at this moment, inexplicably, their stomachs, which had just been filled, suddenly felt hungry again, and the hunger grew. It was as if years of starvation had concentrated into this moment, as if a starving ghost resided within their bodies, never feeling full no matter how much they ate.
There were those who were already ill and had come seeking medical treatment. After having 'divine dew' poured over their heads, they felt their conditions improve, but the yin wind blew, and their illnesses returned, causing them to suffer and moan in pain.
At that moment, on the altar, a Dharmaraja stood in the northeast corner, looking down at a dirty farmer woman holding a child in her arms, whose body was bruised and purple, wailing pitifully. The farmer woman kept bowing to him, pleading for help.
The Dharmaraja formed a Lotus Finger with his hand, lightly dipped it into the Divine Dew, and sprinkled it on the doll. Instantly, the doll stopped crying, and the purple and blue bruises on its body seemed to fade. The farmer woman was overjoyed and began to weep with joy.
However, just as they were about to continue their journey on the altar, a gust of yin wind suddenly blew by. The crying, which had just stopped, suddenly started again, louder than before, shattering the silence in the hall.
The Dharmaraja, standing on the altar, looked surprised and quickly dipped his finger into the Divine Dew again, sprinkling it on the doll. But to his surprise, even after a few drops, the doll continued to cry and scream, its voice growing louder.
Even the altar came to a halt, and the small demons leading the way and the kneeling commoners all realized something was amiss. They stared dumbfounded at the crying doll.
Soon, other moans and groans joined in, and some people couldn't hold themselves up, half-collapsing to the ground.
Just moments ago, the town had been filled with festive cheer and bustling crowds for the Lantern Festival Fair. But now, an unexplained shadow seemed to have fallen over the town, and cries and moans began to echo endlessly.
On the altar, the four Dharmarajas standing at each corner sensed the changing atmosphere, their hearts filled with urgency. They quickly dipped their porcelain bowls into the water and sprinkled it on the surrounding commoners, their movements noticeably faster than before.
Despite their increasing speed and the amount of water they sprinkled, the town still felt oppressively gloomy, as if mist was rising and enveloping more and more people.
The four Dharmarajas on the altar grew increasingly tense, feeling the porcelain bowls in their hands becoming heavier, almost too much to hold.
...
...
"Teachings Master, something's not right..."
On the other side, in the One Coin Sect's grand headquarters mansion, the Teachings Master Miao Shan Fairy, wearing a Taoist robe with a large copper plate hanging on her chest, sat under an old willow tree. Surrounding her were ten large black vases, and she kept her eyes closed, chanting incantations.
Inside the ten vases, dark yin energy permeated, and occasional sobbing sounds could be heard. From time to time, water stains would condense on the vase walls, slowly dripping and evaporating into the air of Stone Horse Town.
By her side was White Fan, her guardian deity, who listened intently to the town's noises to ensure nothing unexpected happened.
The Teachings Master had already assured that the Lantern Festival Fair would proceed without incident, and he had been sitting idly for most of the day with nothing to do. But at this moment, he suddenly paused.
He waved his fan, directing the town's noises into his ears, and his expression changed to one of surprise. "The altar has stopped, and there's crying outside..."
Before he could finish, Miao Shan Fairy abruptly opened her eyes and looked intently, her face changing color. She noticed that two of the vases were emitting faint sounds, as if something was struggling inside, and fresh blood slowly seeped out from the vase mouths.
"Wealth Cultivation and Evil Suppression, Redemption and Sin Removal, Cause and Effect Cycle, Heavenly Truth Clear, return!"
Miao Shan Fairy's eyes flashed with determination, and she waved her fly whisk, forming a Dharmic seal with her hand. She pointed forcefully at the two vases, and the blood seeping out seemed to hesitate and slowly retreated.
Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she suddenly heard intense struggling sounds from three nearby vases, startling her. As she turned to look, a sinister laugh suddenly echoed from within one of the vases, catching her off guard.
Miao Shan Fairy hadn't paid much attention to the occasional sobbing coming from the ten vases, but now, hearing laughter from inside, she was startled.
Her face turned pale, and her voice trembled slightly. "This... this thing is laughing?"
White Fan was even more startled by the laughter, taking a step back and looking at the ten vases with a mix of fear and uncertainty. "Teachings Master, something has entered..."
Miao Shan Fairy stood up straight, her eyes fixed on the ten vases in front of her. "I... I'm not blind!"
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...
The yin wind grew stronger, and the entire town became increasingly gloomy. The once bustling and colorful Lantern Festival Fair seemed to be shrouded by an oppressive force, growing more and more subdued.
However, in one particular place, where the atmosphere had been somber, a sense of excitement suddenly emerged.
This was at a large blacksmith shop in the western part of Stone Horse Town. The master blacksmith was leading a group of apprentice smiths in forging knives, and the sound of their work had filled the shop for over ten days. Their bloodshot eyes had been fixed on the knives in the forge.
The commoners around the blacksmith shop didn't know what was going on inside, and few dared to disturb them. They knew that the shop seemed to be plagued by an evil disease, as the blacksmiths hadn't stepped out for over ten days, even during the recent demon corpse disturbance and the ongoing Lantern Festival Fair.
Just as the fair began and the Divine Dew was being sprinkled from the altar, bringing joy and dispelling the gloom over the town, the master blacksmith's expression grew increasingly grave, and he exclaimed in dismay,
"Damn it! Why did this have to happen now?"
(End of Chapter)
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