Chapter 1509

Zhu Que Street.

Noon.

This was the hottest time of the day, and also when the sunlight was at its strongest.

An ancient saying goes—at high noon, the yang energy is strong, and it can slay evil.

Following the news that Li Fu was going to set up an altar in public to slay evil, the commoners flocked there.

Even many of Changancheng's great families came to join in the fun.

Changancheng now, while not like a steamer, was also extremely hot.

But in the busiest part of Zhu Que Street, the commoners seemed not to feel it, arriving in an endless stream, surrounding the area three layers deep, all craning their necks in anticipation.

Some clever commoners immediately pushed carts filled with cold water and started hawking, making a big profit.

In the very center was a three-zhang circular platform, covered with cinnabar talismans, with a bronze tripod on the table, burning pine and cypress branches inside, with wisps of light smoke rising, adding to the mystery.

Beside it, a peach-wood sword, a copper bell, and a bowl of black dog blood were placed in order on the table.

As a gust of wind blew, the yellow talisman paper with obscure and difficult-to-understand symbols fluttered loudly.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of Master Li, this setup is even grander than the annual sacrifice!"

"I heard Master Li can communicate with ghosts and gods, is a heaven-chosen person, can communicate with heaven, and knows the past and present. Today is because he is enraged by the bamboo paper matter and wants to manifest heaven's punishment!"

"If bamboo paper really attracts evil, we wouldn't dare use it..."

"Bamboo paper damages the literary pulse; if this is true, then the Living Yama is truly wicked."

A crowd of commoners stared at the high platform, making one discussion after another.

Pei Cheng stood in a corner of the crowd, surrounded by a group of Pei family guards, his eyes filled with coldness.

The stage was set; he was just waiting for Li Fu to completely ignite this play.

"After today, first kill him to silence him, then frame it on that Living Yama, claiming he killed in a fit of rage. By then, even if the Living Yama has a silver tongue, he will definitely be finished!"

Pei Cheng stroked his beard, having an idea in his heart. He looked at Li Fu on the stage, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

On the circular platform.

Li Fu, dressed in grey Taoist robes, holding a horsetail whisk, sat on a wooden chair, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking like an immortal.

Although his eyes were closed, he could still feel the scorching gazes of the surrounding commoners, as well as... the noisy sound that made one's blood boil!

In one's life, how many opportunities are there?

Fight for it, fight for monstrous wealth, fight for a bright future!

Today was the time for him, Li Fu, to show his skills and become famous throughout the world.

Taking a deep breath to suppress the excitement in his heart, Li Fu held the whisk, opened his eyes, and slowly stood up.

He looked in the direction of Pei Cheng, and Pei Cheng also looked at him; their gazes met in the air.

"A stinking Taoist who only knows street tricks, he doesn't know he's at death's door. The day you show off is the day I kill you!" Pei Cheng said in his heart.

"A scholar's heart is truly ruthless! First give ten ingots of gold, and after the matter is done, give another ten ingots..." Li Fu said in a voice only he could hear, "So straightforward, do you think I don't know your intention to silence me?"

"But after I become famous throughout the world today, I can reach the ears of the Emperor. Do you really think I'm that stupid?"

"When the time comes, I'll bury your Pei family!"

Pei Cheng showed a smile to Li Fu, and Li Fu also curled his lips, returning a smile.

"It's about time."

"It should begin!"

Li Fu looked at the sun, then picked up the whisk in his hand.

His movement immediately attracted the attention of the crowd, making the noise on the field louder and louder.

Then, Li Fu spoke using a simple megaphone; since Gao Yang created this thing, because it was simple, many people used it.

Li Fu looked serious and began the necessary deception.

After some warm-up, he picked up the bell on the table and shook it; the crisp sound of the bell spread far away.

Li Fu stood in front of the platform, eyes slightly narrowed, muttering something in his mouth, speaking with great conviction.

This made the commoners feel tense, their heartbeats accelerating.

Under the platform.

Huang Zhizhan gripped the bamboo paper in his hand and sneered: "The Master did not speak of strange powers and chaotic gods. The Pei family's tactics are truly despicable. I want to see how this Master Li can communicate with ghosts and gods!"

Beside him, Chen Wanjuan also sneered, "If the literary pulse is really determined by ghosts and gods, then what was the point of us scholars studying hard for ten years?"

"Just a clown, adding to the joke!"

Lin Shuhan frowned and said, "But setting up an altar in public—if there's no confidence, with thousands of commoners below, wouldn't they swallow this Master Li alive?"

Chi Potian observed Master Li, his eyes locked firmly on him, "No need to say more, whether it's true or false, we'll know as soon as we see it."

Changancheng scholars still trusted Gao Yang very much, so most of them were sneering, waiting to see the joke.

But the commoners were very excited; compared to the scholars who had read books, they were more in awe of ghosts and gods.

"I heard Master Li could speak at one year old, muttered to himself at three, and could see dirty things since childhood. He has some kind of rare yin-yang eyes and is said to be able to summon wind and rain!"

"Compared to rumors, I only believe my eyes. If this bamboo paper really attracts evil, even if the price is as low as one coin a sheet, I will never buy it. My son Gou Dan has extraordinary talent; his career cannot tolerate the slightest mistake!"

Pei family spies also shouted in the crowd, "If it's demon paper, it should be burned with fire to slay the evil and make the literary fortune flourish!"

Not far away.

Second-floor private room.

By the window.

Wu Zhao was in plain clothes, looking heroic. Her phoenix eyes looked at the circular platform.

Her position had a great view, previously taken by a young master with a rather prominent status in Changancheng who wanted to watch the fun.

As a result, Wu Zhao was on a secret visit, so it naturally became Wu Zhao's.

Of course, the young master was originally unconvinced and clamored to make Wu Zhao look good, but after saying one sentence, he received three slaps from the imperial guards and immediately became obedient.

Of course, this was just a small episode.

Wu Zhao's phoenix eyes swept over, murmuring to herself, "I'm curious how the Pei family will sing this play."

At this moment.

Li Fu on the circular platform also felt that the brewing was enough, and his eyes suddenly opened. ===== CHAPTER 1511 =====