Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 73 - 29: Forbidden Books

The only valuable thing Huang Su had was a Jade Pendant, which might sell for around one or two million. For Fang Zheng, who is quite wealthy now, it’s better than nothing.

But that Cyan Valley, during his escape, carried quite a few things with him.

The most important were the three books in his arms.

"Scripture of the Birth of the Ming Kings", "True Faith, Doubtless, Unverified, and Free Treasure Scroll", "Black Head God Descent Technique"

He flipped through them casually, under the hazy moonlight they were barely discernible; the first two were books that encourage belief in the White Lotus Sect, mainly describing the power of the Evil God and how to suppress one’s desires and devote oneself entirely to the Evil God.

Such evil books are forbidden by the Imperial Court, Fang Zheng is not interested in them.

But the "Black Head God Descent Technique" seems to be a magic technique inherited from the Lu Mountain Wutou Sect, recording many evil arts.

Such as,

Soul Nailing Spell, Pinning a Voodoo Doll, Soul Capturing Technique, etc...

All sorts of harmful evil techniques.

Though evil, they are true magic techniques, it’s worth a look.

Without time for a detailed investigation, Fang Zheng hurriedly put them into his arms and was just about to leave when his eyes moved, and he picked up a book again.

"Scripture of the Birth of the Ming Kings"

"Hmm?"

His brows furrowed, Fang Zheng’s eyes filled with doubt.

This book, which was lying on the Cyan Valley’s chest, had a bullet hole after being shot, but now the hole was healing slowly at a visible pace.

The places soaked in blood showed some oddities.

"Strange!"

Books are inanimate objects; how can they heal wounds by themselves?

"Young Master Fang."

Du Qiaoyun’s voice echoed from afar:

"Are you alright?"

"Oh!" Fang Zheng snapped back to reality, quickly put the book away, and called back loudly:

"I’m fine."

"As long as you’re alright." Du Qiaoyun rushed closer, seeing Fang Zheng was unharmed, she first sighed in relief, then scanned over the bodies on the ground:

"Cloud Sparrow Huang Su?"

"Cyan Valley Daoist!"

"Yes." Fang Zheng nodded:

"They were too dangerous, I had to strike hard."

"It’s necessary." Du Qiaoyun:

"Evil must be eradicated, especially such villains, one must not show mercy."

"By the way, the affair at the broken temple has also ended."

"Let’s go." Fang Zheng started walking forward.

......

Inside the broken temple.

A scene of complete disorder.

The followers of the White Lotus Sect resisting desperately have all been subdued.

Some became corpses lying on the ground, some were held in the courtyard, bound and guarded by governmental officials and martial arts academy disciples holding sharp blades.

These sect followers were quite young.

On average, about ten years old.

Many still bore the innocence of youth on their faces.

Yet during the action just now, these people charged forward most zealously, causing most of the casualties among governmental officials and martial arts academy disciples.

Even when captured, they did not surrender.

"The Red Sun’s disaster ends, the White Sun shall rise!"

"The mud springs from chaotic beginnings, the White Lotus shall bloom in prosperity!"

"The Saintess descends, the White Lotus is reborn!"

"True home in vacuum, Mother of Non-Birth..."

These young people muttered continuously, looking at everyone with fierce and vicious eyes, as if they were itching to rush over and take a bite.

"These people can’t be saved."

Zhang Mingrui sighed and shook his head:

"Their minds are controlled by the White Lotus Thought; they are fanatical believers, regardless of what the White Lotus Sect says, they will believe."

"So sinister." Fang Zheng frowned:

"Is it influenced by Demonic Arts?"

"Yes." Zhang Mingrui nodded:

"Young Master Fang, if you wish to learn magic, you must understand that the essence of magic lies in the Visualization Image, while the evil cult’s Visualization Image can subtly warp a person’s consciousness and mind."

"If improperly handled, one will become a puppet of the Evil God like these people."

"And those scriptures..."

"They can all confuse one’s mind."

Fang Zheng was startled, instinctively thinking of the scripture he had just acquired, his throat couldn’t help but roll, did he take something he shouldn’t have?

"Daoist!"

Within the temple, Chief Luo’s voice called out:

"Come and take a look here."

"Alright!"

Zhang Mingrui withdrew his gaze and stepped into the broken temple.

The temple was equally in disarray, several bodies of evil cult disciples lay on the ground, the blood still not dried, in the center was a shattered magic altar.

Chief Luo handed over a few books, asking:

"Daoist, are these forbidden books?"

Fang Zheng glanced over, "Scripture of the Birth of the Ming Kings", "True Faith, Doubtless, Unverified, and Free Treasure Scroll" were prominently listed.

Another book was "Wail of the World’s Inaction Scroll".

"Yes." Zhang Mingrui nodded:

"These are White Lotus Sect’s scriptures that confuse the populace, burn them later."

"Daoist." Chief Luo cautiously asked:

"Is there any... demonic arts inside?"

Although he is a Chief, he never deals with these evil cult scriptures. Upon discovery, they must be handed over to the Celestial Master Temple or Daoist Sect, privately browsing is a serious crime.

"Nothing of that sort." Zhang Mingrui shook his head:

"Just some nonsense to trick people."

"That’s good." Chief Luo sighed in relief.

Fang Zheng’s eyes moved slightly.

The "Scripture of the Birth of the Ming Kings" should be an internally circulated scripture of the White Lotus Sect, similar to Buddhist scriptures, not documenting divine powers or magic arts.

But the one from Cyan Valley seems different.

"The Demoness performing magic here is named Qingxia, sister to that Cyan Valley Demon Dao, apparently having some connection with the Cyan Wolf Gang’s chief bandit."

Du Sheng spoke from the side:

"Unfortunately, she escaped!"

Mentioning the chief bandit of the Cyan Wolf Gang, Chief Luo’s expression shifted slightly but quickly returned to normal.

Fang Zheng noticed the change in expression fully, his mind racing, it seems what Cloud Sparrow Huang Su said might be true.

Cyan Wolf isn’t dead!

"Daoist."

Du Sheng spoke:

"Do you think this magic altar..."

"It’s Lu Mountain Sect’s Six Yin Altar." Zhang Mingrui strolled across the scene, bent down to pick something up, his face showing a sense of realization:

"So the Demoness was preparing magic to harm others, I wondered why she was so well-prepared, fortunately, my skills were superior and prevailed." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Daoist’s magic skills are impressive." Chief Luo complimented, casually asking:

"Who was the Demoness trying to harm?"

"Hmm..." Zhang Mingrui rummaged through the altar ruins, found a straw man stuck with Yellow Talisman, his eyes changed:

"This birthdate is quite peculiar."

"Sun Die?"

"Who is called Sun Die?"

"Daoist, are you referring to Sun Die?" Fang Zheng’s face grew serious:

"The master of Sun’s Cloth Shop is called Sun Die!"

"That’s correct." Du Qiaoyun nodded:

"I know Sister Sun."

She once made many clothes at Sun’s Cloth Shop.

"It should be her." Chief Luo thought for a moment, spoke:

"Daoist, since it involves demonic arts harming people, could you possibly go over there? I’ll send someone to accompany you."

There’s still business here left unattended, and Sun’s Cloth Shop was neither Ren Family nor Ling Family, not worth personally visiting at this late hour.

"I should." Zhang Mingrui nodded:

"Young Master Fang, since you know Miss Sun, why not come along as well?"

"Alright."

Fang Zheng nodded, he had a good impression of Sun Die and her husband, naturally not wanting them harmed by evil techniques.

"Daoist." Du Qiaoyun spoke:

"Can I also go and have a look? I’m quite familiar with Sister Sun."

"You may."

Zhang Mingrui agreed.

The other party is a woman, having Du Qiaoyun along is more convenient.

The group exited the broken temple, followed by Chief Luo’s cold voice:

"Kill them all!"

Fang Zheng turned back.

Just in time to see each constable raise their long sabers, hacking at those young people in the courtyard.

"Splat!"

Heads rolled.

The bloom of youth ended like this, truly lamentable.

Night fell, colder than ever.