A master of comedy!

Chapter 36 Zhong Kui
The government office of Qinggu County.

Blood splattered all over the walls, arrows flew like grass.

A burly figure dressed in a bright red official robe sat on the magistrate's desk, head bowed and arms crossed, as if taking a nap.

"call!"

"call!"

The thunderous snoring, like that of a sleeping giant beast, even made the blood-splattered plaque above it vibrate and tremble.

Upright and honorable, every word drips with blood.

The thick smell of blood permeated the entire government office, chilling everyone to the bone and making their souls tremble.

But the figure slept so peacefully, as if it had been born with a fondness for the smell of blood.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!
The blood on the plaque fell directly onto the ancient sword next to him, which was still sheathed, turning the black hilt crimson like cinnabar.

Mosquitoes and flies were attracted by the scent of blood, but they stopped in front of the figure that slept soundly like a dragon in hibernation, and dared not take another step closer.

It was as if an invisible malevolent aura was brewing, startling all insects and suppressing all evil.

After an unknown amount of time, the blazing sun slowly moved westward, and the fiery heat that had been boiling between heaven and earth gradually subsided.

Suddenly, a howling, eerie wind swept through, like a whirlwind, bending the large trees and startling the cicadas.

For a moment, there was a feeling of flying sand and stones, and the sky darkened.

The invading army has arrived!

In an instant, the already thick atmosphere of bloodshed inside the yamen exploded as if hot oil had been poured on it.

Bloody footprints appeared on the ground, heading straight for the sleeping figure.

The air was filled with the furious roars of warriors on the battlefield.

Clang!
The sound of a sword being drawn, as sharp as metal, filled the air. A terrifying killing intent surged forth like a flood. As the bloody footprints continued forward, the surrounding tables, chairs, and vases snapped in two.

The cut is as smooth as a mirror.

Even the sturdy beams and walls were marked with sharp sword marks, and stone chips flew everywhere.

Just then, the figure in the bright red official robe seemed to wake up, and the snoring stopped.

But this terrifying sword is about to fall on his head.

Among the soldiers of the underworld, the rampant soldiers are the most ferocious and domineering. Wherever they go, the lonely ghosts and wandering spirits within a radius of a hundred miles will be forcefully slaughtered, leaving not a blade of grass alive!
The fact that such a powerful figure from the underworld sent these treacherous soldiers to protect Magistrate Zhu Zong shows how much importance he attaches to him.

This also shows that He had great confidence in the strength of the rampant soldiers.

If this sword strikes, not only will the head roll off, but the soul will also be beheaded, leaving the victim a headless ghost in the afterlife.

Even if they are reincarnated, they will be mentally challenged in their next life, unable to speak, see, hear, or smell.

At that critical moment, the sword hanging overhead seemed to be nothing, and he swung his hand and slammed it down.

In his palm was a dark, heavy block of ironwood, cracked and fissured like lightning.

It was none other than the gavel used by Bao Longtu, the Prefect of Kaifeng, to adjudicate cases and redress grievances!

Snapped! ! !
As the wood was struck, the murderous aura, which resembled a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, suddenly trembled, as if it were being torn apart like cloth.

An aura of timeless grandeur erupted forth like a volcanic eruption!

The sound of the gong resounds like thunder, driving away evil spirits and preventing any ghosts from invading!
In a daze, the government office of Qinggu County seemed to have transformed into Kaifeng Prefecture, where a resolute and unyielding figure sat upright under the plaque of righteousness and integrity, the crescent moon on his forehead illuminating the wronged souls from all directions.

boom! !

In the air, it seemed as if an invisible figure was blasted away by the thunderous sound, and a large amount of yin energy dissipated.

A figure finally slowly emerged.

He was a giant, like an iron tower, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, wearing heavy armor covered with cracks, patina, and indelible bloodstains.

Most terrifying of all were the eyes of the mad soldier, burning with blue phosphorescent flames, as if they could see through the three souls and burn the seven spirits.

At this moment, however, the domineering will-o'-the-wisps flickered like lamplight swaying in the wind and rain. Under Judge Bao's gavel, even the infamous Five Witches' army dissipated their yin energy and fell into a brief state of confusion.

However, being a fierce underworld soldier, it only lapsed into a daze for a moment before regaining its senses, and the phosphorescent light in its eyes returned to stability.

But the next moment, the phosphorescent flame suddenly jumped, revealing a trace of fear etched into its very bones.

Because the person wearing the bright red official robe finally raised his face.

His forehead was like a fire rising from the heavens, and his eyebrows were straight with butterfly-shaped lines.

With an iron face and a bushy beard, and a heart full of loyalty, he slays demons and captures evil, earning the title of Holy Ruler!

The Holy Lord who bestows blessings and protects the home, the face mask of the Celestial Master Zhong Kui!
Legend has it that after Zhong Kui died, he was made the Great God of Exorcism, and Yama, the King of Hell, bestowed upon him a sword to kill ghosts, ordering him to sweep away all ghosts in the human world and eliminate demons throughout the land.

Emperor Xuanzong of Tang dreamt of being haunted by a little ghost, which turned out to be Zhong Kui appearing and swallowing the ghost whole, thus giving rise to the legend of Zhong Kui chewing ghosts.

In popular parlance, he is known as the Celestial Master, and is a Celestial Master who specializes in catching and killing ghosts!

If you were to ask who all ghosts in the world fear most, it wouldn't be the judge or Yama, but Zhong Kui, who loves killing and eating ghosts.

No matter what kind of ghost you are—fierce, vengeful, evil, or even a ghost king—to Zhong Kui, you are just a delicious snack to accompany his drinks.

The fiercer you are, the better it tastes!

Therefore, when the arrogant soldier saw the Zhong Kui mask painted by Zhou Sheng, he couldn't help but shudder and subconsciously showed a look of fear.

However, the mad soldier was still a mad soldier. Its extremely fierce nature allowed it to quickly overcome its instinctive fear. The phosphorescent light flickered, and it recognized that it was just Zhong Kui from the play.

He roared, his murderous aura surging, and charged forward again with his sword.

However, Zhou Sheng struck the gavel again.

Boom! !
Thunderous sounds reverberated through the heavens, echoing in every corner.

Another crack appeared on the gavel, but the soldier's figure froze instantly, as if struck by lightning, and a large amount of yin energy dissipated.

The next moment, the sound of swords clashing rang out.

The clear, resonant sound of a sword being drawn echoed like the striking of a jade chime, lingering long within the government office.

Zhong Kui has already arrived!
"Eee-ya-ya!!"

As soon as the opera singing began, it was like the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon, shaking all directions. The full beard, as thick as a halberd, stood up straight, and the eyes stared like copper bells.

They looked fierce and menacing, as if they wanted to devour ghosts!

clang! !

The ancient sword, engraved with the Supreme Demon-Slaying Mantra, struck the soldier's armor, sending up a burst of hot sparks and a sizzling sound.

Drops of blood, formed from yin energy, splashed out and then dissipated into black mist in the air.

This sword is named Ghost Slayer, the same name as the magic sword in Zhong Kui's hand. It was the sword of a famous general from the previous dynasty, accompanying him in battles for decades, beheading countless enemies, and exuding a murderous aura.

Later, the ancient sword became a menace. After being dug up by tomb raiders, it killed seventeen people within three days!
It was Master Yu Zhensheng who subdued the sword and asked the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain to inscribe the Supreme Demon-Slaying Mantra, which made it a divine weapon specifically for defeating ghosts.

According to folklore, even a pig-slaughtering knife that has seen blood can ward off ghosts, let alone a murderous sword that has killed countless people and is engraved with the Supreme Ghost-Slaying Curse.
With just one sword strike, the arrogant soldier was sent flying backward, screaming in pain.

Zheng! !

The forty-nine-pound Demon-Slaying Sword dragged along the ground, sparking dazzling flames and producing a clanging sound like clashing metal.

Zhou Shengren followed the sword without pausing for a moment, and once again fiercely attacked, his copper bell-like eyes filled with murderous intent and a kind of... hunger like seeing prey.

With a swift stroke of his sword, he looked up to the sky and laughed heartily.

"What a ghost! What a ghost!"

"Grandpa's starving!"

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