Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 662 - 544: The Chief Culprit (Climax seeking monthly ticket)_2

Chapter 662: Chapter 544: The Chief Culprit (Climax seeking monthly ticket)_2

Just before the Minister of Rites made his decision, Yu Hongchang’s voice reached from outside the hall, "There’s no need."

She, dressed in a formal attire, walked into the hall from outside, "The matter of stripping the deity’s position can be decided today."

Everyone’s gaze fell upon her. They then noticed a man bound by chains following behind Yu Hongchang.

Deputy Divine Venerable, who was slightly startled at the scene, recognized that it was Xie Ying, the Chenghuang Temple’s ritual master who was supposed to be under house arrest.

Enigma covered his face, but he was as calm as ever with a celestial air and a profound demeanor.

Shaobao Gao Gu was equally puzzled, "Regent, what does this mean?"

Yu Hongchang had already walked to her throne and sat down, "Li Xuan said that the deputy Divine Venerable made a mistake in investigating the Seven Poisons case. This man is the real source. He is on his way here and will arrive shortly to reveal the truth about this case."

Upon hearing this, deputy Divine Venerable furrowed his brows, and his face showed a tinge of displeasure.

The many literati present wore complex expressions - some were joyful, some expectant, others puzzled, and many couldn’t believe it.

The temple master gave a bitter smile, "The Marquis of Guanjun is the Zhonglie Duke Wen’s true learning disciple and must have a deep respect for him. So, it’s not easy for him to accept it. What virtue and abilities does Xie Ying have to be the source of the Seven Poisons? If it was because of me, Zhonglie Duke Wen would have removed me a long time ago. How would he have waited until now?"

"That’s because you are actually not a believer."

At this time, Li Xuan entered from outside with Yue Qianqian.

After paying his respects to the princess and the empress, he turned to the temple master Xie Ying, "We are short on time, and I can’t waste it arguing with you. Could you perform the Descendence right now?"

Seeing this, the deputy Divine Venerable snorted in displeasure and said, "Li Xuan, what are you trying to do?"

Li Xuan gave a derisive laugh, looking at him with a hint of anger, "I actually want to know what you are doing, deputy Divine Venerable. Have you been away from handling cases for so long, or is it intentional? You asked me to recuse myself, but you’ve made such a mess of this simple City Lord’s Seven Poisons case."

The deputy Divine Venerable was taken aback. He didn’t seem to expect Li Xuan to challenge him in public.

"Fine," said a bitter-faced temple master Xie Ying, "I’ll obey your orders. Please forgive me, everyone."

Then, he clasped his hands and recited a prayer. A moment later, a gigantic figure of Duchenghuang, the great deity, began to appear behind him.

The many literati present frowned, their eyes revealing disappointment.

Li Xuan chuckled, "Qianqian, can you see clearly now?"

If this case had been in his hands - if the deputy Divine Venerable had allowed him to participate in the trial at that time - only one glance from Yue Qianqian would have clarified everything.

"I see it clearly!" Yue Qianqian’s pupils dilated slightly, and a blush appeared on her pretty face, "This is not Duchenghuang at all!"

Her exceptional talent in the Descendence showed her at the first sight that the image of this deity was different from Zhonglie Duke Wen.

Even though they both were filled with bravery and righteousness, there was still a slight difference.

Xie Ying, the temple master of Chenghuang, looked helpless, "I do not understand what both of you are saying."

Empress Sun’s face also turned cold, her eyes intense, "Li Xuan, the court is not a place for your nonsense."

Li Xuan turned his head, smiling, "Be patient. In just a short while, everyone will understand."

Meanwhile, in Underground’s Chenghuang Temple, another Li Xuan picked up a wolf brush and began to write on a sheet of dragon leather paper.

"Die for my son and my lord, no fear in death. Since the split of the Yue’s and Guang’s spirits, no gentleman escaped fully; The bond of loyalty is broken, who bears the stubborn heart? To scold the thief Zhang Xun, to love the lord Xu Yuan, to leave a fascinating name for centuries-."

This was from the "Patio Spring," a poem written by Zhonglie Duke Wen to express his aspirations to Zhang Xun and Xu Yuan yesteryears.

As the brush wrote on dragon paper, Li Xuan’s magnificent Hao Qi resonated and connected with the massive spirit in front of him.

However, Lv Qiluo and Shi Liuru, standing behind him, could not conceal their disappointment.

Although Wen Tianxiang’s poem triggered a resonance from Zhang Xun’s Primordial Spirit, it was far from enough to settle his spirit.

Yet, after the poem, Li Xuan continued to write with his brush:

"Feathers fly from the frontier post, signal fires reach Chang’an."

"The war begins on Yongqiu, troops split to rescue Suiyang."

"Severe autumn strengthens the tendons, barbarian units are elite and mighty."

"Even if the Emperor fled to Sichuan and our messengers were far apart."

"Geese fly on the stone path, fish enter the flying beam."

"Xiao drums stream Han thoughts while armors bear barbarian frost."

The fierce wind fills the gaps, the gravel whirling in the air.

The horse’s hair is shrunk like a hedgehog, the horn bow cannot be drawn——"

This is a poem ’Embarking from the North Gate of Ji’ written by Bao Zhao in the Southern and Northern Dynasties in Li Xuan’s world. Li Xuan slightly modified it to echo Zhang Xun’s life.

Qiluo’s eyes are filled with anticipation and a sense of unease.

Zhang Wenchong’s reaction is getting stronger and stronger, under the guidance of Li Xuan’s Hao Qi, there are already signs of preliminary condensation of soul consciousness.

But from the current situation, it is still lacking.

But next, she saw Li Xuan writing two more lines.

"——In times of danger, a minister’s integrity is seen, in times of chaos, loyalty and goodness are recognized. Sacrifice for the world, die for the country’s martyrdom!"

At this moment, the whole Chenghuang Inner Sanctuary booms and rings. Zhang Xun’s entire divine body unexpectedly showed signs of turning from insubstantial to substantial at this moment.

With Li Xuan’s pen paused, the gaze and demeanor of this deity seem to have ’come alive’ at this time, giving a sense of spirituality.

A touch of joy suddenly appeared on Shi Liuru’s face: "He is condensing his soul and fixing his spirit!"

"We’re still a little short." Qiluo took a deep breath:"Li Xuan, let me handle it next."

She can’t reveal her identity, even leaking a little bit of presence in the humane realm would bring disaster upon her.

But now that Zhang Xun is just a little bit away from condensing his soul and solidifying his spirit, Qiluo thinks she can take a little risk.

But Li Xuan didn’t agree, he actually started to write again.

At this time, his Great Rectitude has turned into a column of purple energy, rushing between heaven and earth. Guided by Li Xuan, it turns into golden words on the paper.

And it’s inspiring Zhang Xun’s True Spirit to return step by step, to gather his divine consciousness again.

"What is the meaning of decapitation today? The city is difficult to defend with numerous battles.

This departure is to summon old comrades, the banners of a hundred thousand to slay Yama.

The beacon fire of the North has lasted for three years, this head must be hung at the national gate.

Lords who died later must work hard, news of victory flying like paper money.

To dedicate one’s life to the country is the essence of family, the rain of blood and the wind of gore should have an end.

To choose righteousness and sacrifice today, is to exchange for a world of peace flower——"

After finishing the poem, Li Xuan signed his name and handed the scroll to Shi Liuru: "Can this scroll be sent to the Wen Temple in the Humane Realm?"

"Yes!"

Shi Liuru’s eyes brightened, he and Zhonglie Duke Wen could both send Li Xuan’s man away, let alone a scroll?

He bit the scroll in his mouth, then rushed to the silver mirror and threw the scroll into it.

At this moment in the Humane Realm, as a golden light fell into the Wen Temple, the ’Warning Bell’ in the temple immediately rang out, a rush of HaoYi tinged with a faint purple, almost flawless, rushed into the Void. The students of the Guozi Bureau next to it were all dumbfounded, looking sideways at the Wen Temple.

At this moment, in Wenhua Palace inside the palace, Shaobao Yu Jie suddenly stood up, his face staring blankly towards the Wen Temple.

"What is it? Does my Confucian school have another masterpiece produced?" The Minister of Punishments, Yu Shiyue, pinched his beard, his eyes filled with surprise.

"Not just that!" Cifu Gao Gu said solemnly: "This is one of the Seventy-two Sages of the Wen Temple, the True Spirit has returned to its place and reappeared in the world."

At this time, ’Li Xuan’ sneered at Chenghuang Temple’s Zhu Xie Ying, "Xie Ying, you were right about one thing, if Zhonglie Duke Wen knew about your deeds, he would have executed you long ago. Now this one, is the same."

Xie Ying’s face was already showing pain, blood seeping from his five senses and seven orifices.

At this moment, the Dharma Phase of the deity behind him was looking down at him with disgust, coldness, and a killing intent.

Xie Ying wanted to end the Descendence and expel the deity from his body. However, Yue Qianqian had a control technique, which stabilized the Dharma Phase of the deity again.

At this instant, Xie Ying couldn’t help but scream, his whole body burning with golden flames.

The chief butler of the Sili Bureau, Qian Long, was puzzled: "Marquis of Guanjun, what is going on?"

"Isn’t it obvious? This Chancellor Xie, is not a believer of Zhonglie Duke Wen at all."

Li Xuan looked at the deputy Venerable with cold eyes: "He is the real mastermind of the Chenghuang Seven Poisons Case."

At this instant, the face of the deputy Venerable was as dark as iron.