Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 55 The Death of the Founder

Located in the ancient Luofu Mountain area in the east of Guangdong, this mountain range is largely undeveloped except for the highway that passes through it. Therefore, adventurous travelers can occasionally spot some rare protected animals here.

In 2000, some people even encountered adult tigers patrolling the mountains.

Deep within Mount Luofu lies a desolate open area, littered with rubble, pits, and obvious signs of bulldozing.

The Zhenxian Temple, which was painstakingly moved brick by brick to the Huanglin Building in Taipei by Taiwanese tycoons Huang Yifeng and Lin Daosheng, was dismantled and taken away from this very place.

Behind the Zhenxian Temple ruins lies a hidden cave, its entrance blocked by a massive boulder covered in moss and vines. Its age is unknown; with the passage of time and the changing seasons, the boulder appears to have become one with Mount Luofu, making it difficult to discern that it was originally a separate entity.

A faint light shone from the cave behind the boulder.

It turns out that there are three luminous pearls on the left and five on the right embedded in the cave walls, which present the scene inside the cave: stone bed, stone table, and various blackened and carbonized books scattered on the ground.

Sitting on the bed was a desiccated skeleton with gray hair, eyebrows that reached his cheekbones, and a beard that hung down to his chest. He wore a Taoist topknot, his eyes were closed, his hands were placed on his knees, and he was dressed in a gray Taoist robe. From a distance, one might mistake him for a thin old Taoist priest meditating...

Suddenly, a strong wind arose in the cave.

The books piled on the ground shattered instantly, and grayish-brown dust flew into the air!

The old Taoist's robes fluttered and were torn apart by the wind, revealing his withered, jet-black skin. Suddenly, his hands moved, and his eyes snapped open, revealing a pair of complete, vibrant eyeballs, just like Xie Yali's, possessing double pupils!

The old Taoist's pupils dilated as he stared in astonishment at his own hands, a hoarse voice like a millstone turning in his throat emanating from his throat: "I have been dead for many years, long ago entering the netherworld and joining the ranks of ghost officials, but why have I returned to this body of my former self? What is the reason for this? And why is the Taoist calling upon me?"

A crack suddenly appeared on the old man's forehead!
It seemed to sense some terrifying force coming from across time and space, and without hesitation, it unleashed its strongest spell of all time, attempting to block the attack...

Who would have thought that the magic techniques they were once so proud of would be as fragile as a piece of paper when faced with this overwhelming force!
boom! ! !
His remaining clothes were torn to shreds!
The skeleton rose into the air and was nailed to the cave wall. It stiffly looked down at its abdomen, where a 20-centimeter-long hole had been cut through its belly and back, as if an invisible giant crossbow bolt had pinned it to death!
The old Taoist priest had been practicing for over sixty years since the early Song Dynasty, and had countless extraordinary encounters.

He eventually succeeded, and was invited by the underworld official. So he sat down and passed away, and went to the underworld to register as a ghost official, where he served diligently for more than a thousand years.

Having accumulated a great deal of merit, he never expected that because he suddenly sensed his little disciple's urgent need for help, he only managed to distract himself and his entire primordial spirit was dragged back to the body of the corpse he had sat in meditation on, and then suffered this heavy blow!
for……

Why?
The old Taoist's corpse suddenly shattered, his primordial spirit cracked, and the sound of iron chains echoed from the darkness. The illusory primordial spirit seemed to hear the voice demanding its life, and a look of panic appeared on its face. It hurriedly cried out, "I am an old friend of the Chief Clerk, why are you binding me with soul-locking chains?"

Wow!

The primordial spirit was suddenly pulled by something and vanished instantly.

The luminous pearl that had been shining in the cave for over a thousand years also dimmed at this moment.

……

In a Taipei alley, Hsieh Ya-li's body lay limp in a dark corner, his eyes wide open, unable to close in death, his head tilted to the side, looking south...

A petite figure walked into the alley; it was Huang Meimei.

She glanced down at Chen Liangwang's corpse, her brows furrowing. Then her gaze fell on Xie Yali's face, her index finger pressing against his brow. Her expression shifted slightly as she asked in surprise, "Although Junior Brother's cultivation was inferior to mine in his previous life, he was still a skilled cultivator. How could he be so fragile? He was killed in a single blow, and his soul has vanished without a trace..."

Huang Meimei gently brushed Xie Yali's eyelids with her hand and said, "Junior brother, please go back with peace of mind. Leave the rest to your brother."

One of Xie Yali's pupils turned to ashes. Meanwhile, Huang Meimei's pupils split in two, becoming new pupils. She gently probed the standard 20-centimeter-diameter circular hole in Xie Yali's abdomen with her finger; her hand trembled, and in that instant of contact, her finger felt as if it had touched the most agonizing, soul-piercing waters of the deepest hell—an excruciating pain…

She took a step back and pointed her right index and middle fingers at Xie Yali's corpse.

Flames appeared out of nowhere, instantly engulfing Xie Yali's entire body. The alley was immediately filled with fire, and the corpse of Chen Liangwang lying beside him also perished...

In the firelight, Huang Meimei's eyes darted left and right, exuding an eerie and sinister aura, without a trace of the imposing presence of an "immortal."

Following the direction Xie Yali had "looked" in before he died, she glanced south, then walked through the flames unharmed and headed to the other side of the alley...

……

On the mountain, Li Xuan watched as the scarecrow he had pierced inexplicably burst into flames. According to the Taoist scriptures, this was a sign that the target of the curse had been invaded by a third-party force.

The blood on the scarecrow turned into black powder and scattered all over the table.

Xie Yali is dead.

He immediately took out a white banner made of white cloth and thin bamboo poles, with Xie Yali's name on it.

"Xie Yali, may your soul return..."

Li Xuan held a peach wood sword in his left hand and a soul-summoning banner in his right. He walked unsteadily, swaying like a shaman, and called out Xie Yali's name in an extremely convoluted accent.

The soul-summoning banner bears the seal of Fengdu Baoyin, making it far superior to ordinary ones.

His plan was simple: kill Xie Yali, and while Xie Yali was in a dazed state after his soul left his body, summon him back, stab him through the heart with a peach wood sword, bind him with red rope, attach talismans, and send him to Fengdu.

Half an hour passed.

The chanting for the soul gradually became distorted, and the soul-summoning banners were no longer waved as joyfully as they had at the beginning.

Li Xuan stopped and looked at the peach wood sword in his hand in surprise. Could it be that the sword in his hand scared the spirit away?

Or was Xie Yali's soul killed by a steel needle he cursed from afar? Impossible, absolutely impossible. He had only cultivated for a little over half a year, judging by the cultivation level of the Eastern Peak Dharma.

It couldn't be that brutal!

He had only just begun to draw qi into his body, and was at the initial stage of the first of the four major realms in Taoism: refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness, and refining emptiness into the Tao.

The fact that Xie Yali was killed so easily on his first attempt at the curse was already surprising enough, but now that his soul was said to have been killed as well, even he himself didn't believe it...

They hid the peach wood sword and tried to summon the spirit for another half hour, but still found nothing.

Completely baffled, Li Xuan put the altar into his gourd, took the charred scarecrow, pasted talismans on it, and headed down the mountain in the general direction indicated by the talisman, intending to see for himself what was going on.

(End of this chapter)