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Chapter 575: Destroying the Golden Corpse and Smashing the Temple
Chapter 575: Destroying the Golden Corpse and Smashing the Temple
Holding the Pacifying Malevolent Spirits Golden Mace, there's no head that can't be struck!
Ever since obtaining this mace in Shixiazicun, Hu Ma had been pondering who to strike with it, and now he understood that this was the perfect time to strike.
Taking a step forward, he entered the palace, and his cultivation and Daoist abilities were fully displayed without reservation. However, for the Pacifying Malevolent Spirits Golden Mace, it was still not enough. The mace was too heavy, so heavy that he could barely lift it.
But when his heart was filled with determination, knowing who he was striking for and why, the mace rose in his hand. Not only did he lift it, but it seemed as if the mighty yin wind and evil aura from the entire Pacifying Evil Office were channeled into the mace.
The weight of the mace was almost beyond Hu Ma's current abilities and perception.
He clenched his teeth, his eyes filled with determination, and strode towards the Bright Province City, fiercely striking the mace downward as if to shatter the terrified faces of his distant relatives.
"You've been plotting and scheming, relying on the fact that you think you understand the Pacifying Evil Office and the Golden Mace better than I do. But you're wrong..."
"It's true that no one around me understands the Pacifying Evil Office. Even before my grandmother left, she didn't tell me about the history of the office. That's because she knew there was no need to tell me. I have my own ways of finding out."
"Ever since I took up the Pacifying Malevolent Spirits Golden Mace, I've learned many things from it and seen the influences on this mace and the people related to it. There are all sorts of people, but..."
"...none of them are the emperor you speak of!"
"..."
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he even found it amusing.
When he formally received the mace in the village of the extinct family, he had already seen countless illusions, including a place similar to the Golden Throne Hall, where someone bestowed the Pacifying Malevolent Spirits Golden Mace. Accepting this mirror meant having the courage to fight ghosts, subdue malevolent spirits, destroy temples, and uphold the order of yin and yang.
From that moment, Hu Ma understood the responsibility of the Pacifying Evil Office and the burden of wielding the mace. However, he couldn't clearly see the appearance of the person bestowing the mace, but he knew one thing for certain.
That person was definitely not the emperor.
Precisely because he deeply understood this, when he saw that they wanted to use that human skin against him, he found it ridiculous and absurd.
He didn't know much about the origins of the Pacifying Evil Office. Perhaps it was once sent by the emperor, but the emperor had been flayed twenty years ago. Since the mace was bestowed again twenty years ago, the Pacifying Evil Office had already changed.
As he sensed the weight of the Golden Mace in his hand, he couldn't help but laugh at the people in the city: "You self-proclaimed extraordinary distant relatives, following the orthodoxy of ghost-slaying, have such small minds. Even now, you still yearn for the so-called emperor..."
"But..."
"...which of the Ten Surnames truly respects the emperor?"
"..."
As his thoughts flashed, the Golden Mace he held high suddenly fell heavily. Although he was merely holding the mace, the moment it fell, a howling yin wind blew, creating a commotion like a mountain collapsing and the sea splitting.
"Whoosh!"
In Bright Province City, all tightly shut doors and windows suddenly flew open in the gust of wind, sweeping away the clouds.
In the numerous houses of Bright Province, countless spirits and vengeful souls were hidden, some causing harm, while others were kept by people with ulterior motives.
These spirits, which couldn't be detected when the Governor God was invited, were now exposed by the remote strike of the Golden Mace, and pitiful, desperate noises echoed from all directions.
Someone suddenly looked up and saw the vase on their table, from which a fox spirit emerged at night, shatter. Someone else felt a lingering grudge that had haunted them for a long time suddenly dissipate.
A family that had kept a dog, which always stared at them with hatred, now saw, as the wind howled outside, a thin shadow emerge from the dog's ear, resembling their enemy.
There was also a family that had worshipped their ancestral tablet for three or four years. As the wind blew, the tablet suddenly fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. They heard desperate pleas for mercy in their ears and realized they had mistakenly worshipped the wrong ancestor, allowing someone else to benefit from their incense offerings for three or four years.
These occurrences were not intentional on Hu Ma's part, and he was even unaware of the existence of these spirits. It was simply because the Golden Mace was struck towards Bright Province City, affecting the hidden spirits and vengeful souls that violated the order of yin and yang within the city.
Where the Pacifying Malevolent Spirits Golden Mace was present, both ghosts and living beings had to follow the rules.
As the wind filled the entire city with strange noises, on the tall building in the city center, Hu's fourth uncle knelt on one knee, holding the so-called Imperially Bestowed Invitation. His face paled, and his head buzzed.
His eyes widened, and he saw the imperial edict he held shatter into pieces, turning to dust.
Even the remaining imperial aura on Heaven's Mandate General Zhong Benyi, who was standing on the battlefield outside, was affected by the aftermath of the strike, dissipating into thin air. However, as the so-called imperial aura vanished, Zhong Benyi's eyes cleared, and he suddenly understood many things.
He abruptly lifted his head, gazing at the mysterious silhouette wielding the mace that had shattered the imperial decree. A genuine sense of awe arose within him, and with awe, his arrogance vanished, replaced by a surge of regret.
Crack!
As the imperial decree in the hands of the Fourth Master Hu shattered into pieces, the red cloth covering the clay figure held by the Second Master Hu was also torn to shreds by the raging wind. The clay figure, unable to withstand the onslaught, crumbled in an instant.
"How dare you..."
Amid the flying clay fragments, a faint voice could be heard screaming in anger. The true spirit of the Governor God of Official Province, concealed within, instantly escaped.
As the Governor God of an entire province, having enjoyed incense offerings for hundreds of years, revealed his divine form, its grandeur was overwhelming, nearly covering the entire battlefield, leaving everyone in awe, especially the starving ghosts from Official Province, who seemed like puppets with their heads raised in a daze.
The Governor God's magical power was immense, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. Yet, his true spirit was swiftly fleeing.
In the distant Official Province, which had long been abandoned, the Governor God's temples still stood, and in these barren and impoverished lands, the incense offerings at his temples were even more vibrant.
Among them, the largest temple stood with a golden corpse enshrined in its main hall, established two hundred years ago by an emperor of the Yi Dynasty, always bustling with incense offerings.
Naturally, due to the region's rapid decline, even with money, one couldn't buy food. Moreover, the Governor God had his own ghost soldiers for protection, and his authority among the citizens of Official Province was well-established. Thus, the gold foil on his statue had not been stripped and sold by the starving people.
However, with the Governor God's hasty escape, the golden corpse within the temple suddenly emitted a brilliant golden light, transforming into a golden cloud to counter the mace.
Beneath the golden cloud, a black trace on his body quickly burrowed into the ground, attempting to flee to the Netherworld to evade responsibility.
Using the starving ghosts as a shield, he blocked the mace, dispersed his magical power, concealed the heavenly energy, and retreated to Official Province. With the imperial decree and the golden corpse, he escaped to the Netherworld, hiding his true spirit. This was all the Governor God could do at that moment.
But for Hu Ma, it was merely a matter of bringing down the mace in his hand.
From the moment he swung the mace, it was as if he had frightened away the Governor God summoned to the altar. In the Daoist practice, this meant victory in the battle of magic.
But what does scaring someone away mean?
I must kill you!
"Clang!"
His action was swift and decisive, and the mace fell so fast that it created a chilling gust of wind, gouging a pit into the ground.
In that instant, the sinister clouds gathered by the Governor God's magical power suddenly split in two, and the dazzling sunlight pierced through, illuminating the earth. It was then that everyone realized that the day had already dawned.
The starving ghosts, previously influenced by the Governor God and standing in a daze, suddenly lost their strength and fell to their knees.
The look of indifference on their faces vanished; some looked bewildered, while others suddenly remembered everything. They covered their hearts, touched their foreheads to the ground in agony, and in that moment, they returned to being alive.
In Official Province, all the temples of the Governor God seemed to have been struck by an invisible thunderbolt. The statues inside, whether clay or golden, shattered into pieces, their spirit energy dissipating.
The true spirit of the Governor God, attempting to escape to the Netherworld, touched the ground and felt it as hard as iron. He looked up in fear, and the foul aura on his body emitted an intense sense of terror. Regret, anger, and madness filled him, but he could only watch as the mighty force descended.
It pulverized them into fragments, crushed them into powder, and then vanished without a trace. Not only the Governor God but also the foul aura on his body were completely eradicated, leaving nothing behind.
"Clang!"
With the Governor God's complete disappearance, the land of Official Province seemed to tremble, as if an earthquake had struck, causing the ground to sink slightly. Or perhaps it was the sudden increase in weight that made it plummet, shaking the earth with a thunderous roar.
Immediately after, a series of muffled thunderclaps echoed in the sky, accompanied by dark clouds and rolling thunder. Official Province, which had suffered from drought and desolation for years, suddenly experienced a torrential downpour.
At that moment, the world fell silent. The strike of the mace seemed to resonate with the hearts of countless people.
Even in the direction of Old Yin Mountain, someone stood up from a tree stump, quietly observing the mace. Their expression was a mix of sighs and relief: "I once asked, where should this strike land..."
"Should it be a heavy blow or a harsh one, but he said it had to be loud enough..."
"Now, with this strike, it's heavy. The golden corpse of the Governor God shattered, destroying two hundred years of incense blessings in an instant. The strike brought Official Province back to the mortal realm..."
"It's also harsh. A provincial governor's spirit was annihilated, and even the Meng Family's Ancestor couldn't protect him, serving as a warning to others..."
"Most importantly, it was loud enough..."
"..."
He couldn't help but laugh: "Those who still believe in the imperial decree should wake up now."
(End of Chapter)
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