The Blade-Wielding Legend

Chapter 1428 735: Besieging the Demon Nest (Part 2)

"This seems to be 'Resentful Burial Money...'"

"Daoist, what is Resentful Burial Money?"

"Specially made Yansheng Money for burials, filled with death and bad luck. Old man asks you, have you recently received any unclean money?"

Wu Shenhan's throat rattled, his gaze drifted to the corner of the wall.

Kuai Dayou immediately stepped forward, picked up the nearby iron shovel, and fiercely dug at the corner.

Ding!

The item was buried not deeply, and immediately made a crisp sound.

Upon digging it out, it turned out to be a whole bag of silver, clanging.

Under Wang Daoxuan's gesture, Kuai Dayou took out a dagger and cut it open.

Indeed, inside was a blackened ancient coin, covered in copper rust and foul odor.

"It seems this humble Daoist was mistaken!"

Wang Daoxuan slightly relaxed his brow, "The Capital has a City God Temple and Mortal Gods, if Zhao Qingxu wants to not disturb the City God and cast spells remotely, he still needs a medium."

"With this Resentful Burial Money, the spellcaster can use it to trace positions and can even detonate magic at any time, killing and silencing others invisibly, there must be a restriction, which is why Wu Shenhan dared not speak..."

"Quick, follow me to set up the altar to break the spell!"

Lv San and Wu Ba heard this and immediately assisted in setting up the array.

Wang Daoxuan had a complete set of simple magic artifacts for arranging arrays, meant for such situations, usually carried cooperatively by Wu Ba, setting them up one by one.

As for Fatty Lin and his three companions, since unfamiliar, could only watch from the side.

The other two were fine, as they had seen it.

Only Kuai Dayou was first astonished, then a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Soon, a simple array was arranged.

Around the room, five small Magic Flags were inserted.

This is called 'Planting Flags on the Ground', the magic platform is established, isolated inside and outside, even difficult to detect by the City God.

Afterward, Wang Daoxuan first mixed vermillion with the spring water to purify the altar, drawing the Nine Phoenix Break Evil Gang rune, driving away the evil filth, and then stepping the Step Gang Stepping, chanting the Purifying Heaven and Earth Spell.

Inside the room, a fierce wind rose, the original rotten stench quickly dissipating.

This time spell casting needed inner and outer combination, so Wang Daoxuan also used the learned Daoist Doctor techniques, applying the Three-inch Golden Needle to ward off tribulations, piercing Wu Shenhan's Tian Tu, Dan Zhong, Ju Que.

Upon piercing the points, the golden needle began to slightly tremble.

This is the manifestation of evil energy inside being startled.

Before the golden needle was about to be expelled, Wang Daoxuan immediately stepped to the Life Gate position, changing finger techniques, shouting like thunder: "Life Gate open, Death Gate close! All evils in Nine Netherworld, quickly return to original form!"

Crash~

Around once again fierce winds arose.

Strands of crimson blood energy began to disperse from the coin marks.

"Ah——!"

Wu Shenhan suddenly felt a sharp pain strike him.

He screamed madly, his body bending backward and stiffening, as if an invisible force was fiercely pushing from inside, his entire muscles and bones making a series of unbearable creaking sounds.

Puff!

Finally, accompanied by a surge of foul blood spitting out, Wu Shenhan seemed to have been drained of all strength, collapsed heavily onto the bed, cold sweat covering his head, eyes glazed.

On the distant ground, the Resentful Burial Money that was dug out also all shattered.

"It's done!"

Wang Daoxuan withdrew the magic platform, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said solemnly: "This humble Daoist knows you can still move, don't pretend to be dead, if you don't eliminate the demon, you will surely die!"

"Yes, yes..."

Wu Shenhan swallowed hard and weakly began to explain the reason.

He counted himself unlucky, a half month ago he inexplicably took on a job, still at night, on the way to the master's house, encountered a Ghost Wall, somehow arriving at the place.

The master was very mysterious, cloaked in black, gave him a big bag of silver, saying he temporarily didn't need him, the silver could be taken home, await orders.

Wu Shenhan was also blinded by greed, knowing something wasn't right, still embraced the silver and returned home.

This half month was quite carefree, eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, missing out on nothing.

But just yesterday afternoon, a small beggar suddenly visited, handed him a letter saying entrusted by someone, to give this to him.

Wu Shenhan took a look, it was precisely that mysterious person's order, to steal the execution ground's wooden frames at midnight.

If it were someone else, they might have done it.

But Wu Shenhan, though a fake magician, also knew some taboos, that the execution ground's wooden frames were stained with much blood and dying people's resentment, weren't good things.

His heart moved, intending to miss the appointment.

Waiting until the city gates opened in the morning, planning to take the silver and flee far away.

After all, such a large sum of money, he could never earn in a lifetime.

However, this greed ruined everything.

As soon as the agreed hour arrived, he immediately felt his organs burning like fire, unbearable twisting pain, only then recalling the black-clothed person's warning, hurriedly stealing the wooden frames.

Although smoothly taking the item, placing it at the designated spot, the pain did not lessen one bit, lying on the bed for a long time, still having coin-shaped scars, with no strength to leave.

"Strange..."

Wang Daoxuan pondered, "This is the restriction acting up; Zhao Qingxu didn't actively trigger the Evil Curse, otherwise, you wouldn't be alive now."

"Where did you place the object?"

"Right at the street corner. I had just left and hadn't gone far when I heard the sound of a carriage. I ran back to look, and the object was already gone."

"Tsk tsk..."

Kuai Dayou shook his head, saying, "Such a flawless method, using you, an unrelated person, to do the work. Even if discovered, it'd just be a corpse, with the trail completely severed."

Wang Daoxuan pondered, "Do you remember the place?"

Wu Shenhan almost lost his life and already harbored resentment towards those people, immediately trying to recollect, "I had drunk that night and got trapped by the Ghost Wall, really don't remember, only know it's in South City... right!"

He suddenly spoke, "I remember there was a peculiar smell there."

"What kind of smell?"

"Like candle smoke, and the moldy smell of old books mixed with spices, very suffocating..."

"Oh?"

Wang Daoxuan frowned, truly unable to figure out what the smell was.

"I know!"

Beside him, Kuai Dayou's eyes lit up and he spoke, "I know this place. It's the Western Ocean church in Southwest City. I went there to help them repair the roof beams."

"Very unique smell, the only one in the Capital!"

......

At dawn, the Tonghui River Pier was still shrouded in mist.

Dozens of Captains Bureau armored soldiers swept through the alleyways like a torrent of steel. The citizens felt the official boots pounding the ground like drums, and a squad of elite soldiers silently sealed off every road exit, the fuse of their Divine Fire Guns flickering at the barrel's mouth.

"Captains Bureau at work, shut your doors and avoid!"

The black-clad Colonels rode their horses, loudly shouting. The street vendors' wonton stands, tea stalls, and banners were instantly removed, the cracking sounds of closing doors and windows exploding in sequence.

Several idlers peering out were immediately knocked back into doorways by gun butts.

The entire street was gouged into a dead silent space within twenty breaths.

"Mr. Kong, don't come recklessly next time..."

At the street corner, Luo Mingzi softly admonished Kong Shangzhao.

"I'll take heed of the senior's advice." Kong Shangzhao responded, bowing his head.

Wang Daoxuan and others were also nearby, watching the Captains Bureau and Law Enforcement Hall Daoists in action.

Involving Zhao Qingxu, they dared not act recklessly.

After all, this old demon's Dao is profound, his schemes numerous, and assisted by unknown numbers of Japanese experts. Although somewhat unwilling, they could only inform the Captains Bureau.

Taodu Mountain Wood is precious, and if greed allows this person to escape, there will certainly be regret in the future.

And now, during the day, only the Captains Bureau can clear the entire street, avoiding involving the innocent.

Their actions also alerted the people in the church.

"Dharma Master, something's not right!"

The Japanese Samurai responsible for surveillance immediately sought out Yu Yiyuan Sarcophagus Keeper, urgently saying, "The street suddenly emptied of people, we fear we've been discovered."

Yu Yiyuan Sarcophagus Keeper, who was meditating, quickly came to the window for a look.

The street that was just bustling with noise and voices was now devoid of a single soul, only crushed vegetable leaves stuck to the green stone slabs.

Seeing the empty street, his face turned dark, "Baka! The street's empty. These Western Ocean priests are truly fools!"

"Dharma Master, what should we do?"

"Leave first, let these fools cover our retreat..."

Playing cat and mouse with the Captains Bureau and Law Enforcement Hall these days, he has come to realize that Zhao Qingxu trapped them here with just a promise, making them labor without compensation.

For days, Zhao Qingxu never showed up, yet they ruined things everywhere. Clearly, there is another matter, using their lives to draw the Captains Bureau's attention.

Words unfinished, the attack arrived.

At the distant street corner, several Captains Bureau members already raised flags and Divine Fire Guns.

"Boom——!"

With a thunderous bang, the iron-clad oak doors of the church burst into splinters.

At the same time, three zhang from the perimeter, five squads of Law Enforcement Hall Daoists swept out like lightning!

Four people pulled tight Black Rope wound with plumb lines, pinning them along the street dead. The leader stepped the Step Gang, flipping the hand and throwing five three-inch iron stakes, containing the Five Elements positions, fiercely into the stone slab's gaps.

This is the "Pin Demon Stakes" of the Forbidden Altar Ceremony!

"Raise the flag!"

Luo Mingzi waved the horsetail whisk to the sky, and immediately ten Daoists flipped their wrists and sleeves, Five Directions Talisman Flags with a whistling sound thrust onto the street's roof ridge tiles.

The flag tails secretly tied with copper bells, shaking upon contact, instantly ringing in chaos.

This is the "Soul Shocking Banner," using bell sounds to disrupt spells, preventing Escape Techniques.

Roof snipers' arrowheads gleamed coldly, aiming downward, shadows at the wall base hiding ax and blade wielders.

The entire street was encircled into an impregnable fortress, without any escape corners...