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Holding the Purple Gold Gourd, Sun Wukong felt its lightness, yet it seemed to carry an immense weight. Inside the gourd lay his deep grievances, boundless hatred, and the fury he had no outlet for against the Heavenly Court and the world. He cast a sidelong glance at the Judge, noticing that all the officials of the Underworld looked pale and lifeless, likely a bunch of sycophants afraid for their lives. He shoved the gourd into the Judge's hands. "Go, summon the soul of Qin Quai!"
The Judge trembled as he took the gourd, which felt hot to the touch, as if he were holding a ball of ghostly fire. Taking a deep breath, he floated down to the steps and changed his expression, calling out in a stern voice, "Qin Quai! Qin Quai! Show yourself at once!"
As for Qin Quai, he had committed numerous atrocities in life, causing the death of Utmost Loyalty's loyal Marshal Yue. After death, he could not escape the torments of Hell. Now his soul had returned to the Underworld, where he was thrown into an Oil Pot, suffering endless agony from being fried alive. Little did he expect that this torture was far from over; someone was calling for him by name in the Underworld.
A chill ran down Qin Quai's spine as fear surged through him. He gritted his teeth against the pain and responded shakily. Suddenly, a flash of golden light enveloped him, and he found himself in a realm of chaos. The burning pain vanished, but the overwhelming darkness and terror left him trembling.
"Quickly bring him here!" The Wanderer urged impatiently, as if summoning a dish rather than a life. The Judge dared not delay; he hurriedly presented the gourd without daring to take a breath.
The Wanderer took the gourd without further ado and casually grabbed a cover labeled "The Grand Supreme Elderly Lord's Urgent Order." Originally meant to seal elixirs, it was now repurposed to contain an Evil Ghost—quite fitting in its own way. He sealed the gourd tightly without leaving a single gap.
In just a moment, sounds of bubbling emerged from within the gourd, as if something inside was rolling and struggling or being slowly digested and consumed. When they looked again, the gourd had stopped moving; within it, Qin Quai had already turned into a puddle of pus, completely dissolved along with his sins.
The Wanderer ordered the Judge to bring forth a golden claw cup used in the Underworld for Meng Po Soup; now it would hold this villain's blood. As he inverted the gourd, a foul-smelling black liquid poured out—this blood was as dark as ink and emitted an unbearable stench, seemingly a condensation of all Qin Quai's evils during his life.
The Wanderer held up the cup filled with blood; it felt heavy as if it contained a thousand-pound burden. He walked step by step to Yue Fei, kneeling before him and proclaiming loudly, "Master, please drink this blood wine of Qin Quai—to avenge yourself and for all living beings!"
Yue Fei looked down at the cup filled with blood, his brow furrowed; there was no delight in revenge in his eyes—only profound sorrow. Turning his head aside, he resolutely refused, "I will not drink!"
"Master mustn't be soft-hearted! Such treacherous scoundrels deserve to be punished by all; only by drinking their blood and devouring their flesh can we relieve our hatred!" The Wanderer insisted eagerly, unable to understand why Yue Fei would not accept this delayed justice.
With a long sigh, Yue Fei replied, "I do not pity him."
"If you do not pity him, then why not drink this wine?" The Wanderer asked in confusion.
Yue Fei replied earnestly, "Wukong does not understand; the blood and flesh of such traitorous scoundrels should not only be avoided but even touching them leaves an everlasting stench! I, Yue Fei, stand tall and upright; how can I sully myself by associating with such lowly individuals?"
Seeing that Yue Fei had made up his mind, The Wanderer called over Red-Hearted Ghost and bestowed upon him the cup of blood wine.
Red-Hearted Ghost took the cup filled with Qin Quai's blood, the thick plasma swaying slightly within, emitting a nauseating stench. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and without a second thought, tilted his head back and drank it down. The metallic taste exploded in his mouth, akin to chewing on a piece of rotten flesh, yet he seemed unfazed, licking his lips as if still craving more.
At first, he showed no signs of change, still hunched over, standing aside like a vicious dog waiting for its master’s reward. But within the span of a single incense stick, he suddenly began to tremble, his eyes turning bloodshot as a beastly growl erupted from his throat. He clutched his head in agony, as if countless sharp spikes were piercing his brain, driving him to the brink of madness.
This sudden transformation left the Ghost Judges in the hall stunned. They had never witnessed such a bizarre scene and began to whisper among themselves.
"What is happening?"
"Could it be that Qin Quai's blood is cursed?"
" Red-Hearted Ghost is surely doomed..."
Red-Hearted Ghost struggled in pain, the chains binding him rattling loudly but failing to restrain him in the slightest. He sprang to his feet, drawing the dagger from his waist and swinging it at the nearest Judge.
"Ah—"
A scream pierced the air as the Judge was caught off guard and cleaved in two, his soul scattering.
Chaos erupted in the hall; cries of terror filled the space as the Ghost Judges fled in all directions. Red-Hearted Ghost, however, seemed to have gone mad, hacking at anyone in sight, blood and flesh flying amidst the incessant screams.
"Stop this at once!" The Wanderer bellowed, his voice echoing like thunder.
His roar was like a bolt from the blue, shaking the entire Senluo Hall with its resonance. The panicked Ghost Judges were instantly terrified into submission, collapsing to their knees and trembling uncontrollably.
Yet Red-Hearted Ghost remained deaf to it all, continuing to swing his bloodied dagger as he charged toward The Wanderer. His eyes were ablaze with fury, his face twisted in rage; gone was any trace of his former servility—he was now a true Evil Ghost risen from the depths of hell!
The Wanderer, seeing the situation, let out a cold snort and swiftly positioned himself in front of Red-Hearted Ghost. He grabbed Red-Hearted Ghost's wrist and with a slight exertion, seized the dagger from his hand.
"You've gone mad! Wake up at once!" The Wanderer shouted, his voice booming like a great bell, causing Red-Hearted Ghost's head to ring.
Red-Hearted Ghost paused for a moment, a flicker of struggle crossing his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by madness and rage. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound emerged; only raspy breaths escaped him, like a wounded beast.
His eyes widened as he stared fixedly at The Wanderer, filled with resentment and hatred. Ultimately, his body slackened, collapsing to the ground as he completely lost all signs of life.
"This..."
The Ghost Judges who witnessed this were all pale with fear, not daring to breathe. They had never seen such a terrifying scene nor such a powerful figure as The Wanderer.
The Wanderer looked down at the lifeless Red-Hearted Ghost, feeling a mix of emotions. He knew that all of this was the result of Qin Quai's sins; it was that blood, filled with countless grievances and malice, that had transformed Red-Hearted Ghost into a monster driven solely by slaughter.
"Sigh..."
The Wanderer sighed deeply and handed Red-Hearted Ghost's body over to the nearby Ghost Messenger, instructing, "Give him a proper burial."
"Yes, my lord." The Ghost Messengers replied tremulously and hurriedly carried Red-Hearted Ghost's body away.
Marshal Yue stood up straight and clasped his fists to bid farewell. Seeing this, The Wanderer understood his eagerness to return home and did not keep him longer. Just then, the sound of drums and music erupted outside the hall, deafening to the ears; it was the Ten Halls of Yama leading fifty thousand Judges, all kneeling on the ground in a show of respect to send off Marshal Yue. The Wanderer thought to himself, "This Master Yue is indeed a remarkable man; even these Yanluo Ghost Judge show him respect!"
The Wanderer stepped forward and raised his voice, "Everyone rise! I, Old Sun despises such formalities! Your Marshal Yue is upright and detests dragging things out; everyone disperse!"
Upon hearing The Wanderer's words, the Ghost Judges felt as if they had received a great pardon. They all stood up and respectfully watched as Yue Fei departed.
After bidding farewell to the Ghost Judge, the Wanderer noticed a dark mass approaching outside the Senluo Hall. As it drew nearer, he realized it was an uncountable number of Evil Ghosts, each with sharp fangs and fierce expressions. Strangely, today they seemed to have reined in their malevolent aura, kneeling orderly before the hall and bowing in respect to Yue Fei.
The Wanderer scratched his head, puzzled. "Master Yue usually despises evil; why are these Evil Ghosts not fleeing today but instead gathering here?"
Little did he know that Yue Fei's reputation for loyalty and righteousness resonated throughout the three realms. Even these notorious Evil Ghosts held a trace of reverence in their hearts. Today, witnessing Yue Fei regain his freedom, they felt admiration and came to pay their respects.
Seeing that the Evil Ghosts were blocking his path, the Wanderer waved his hand and shouted, "Scatter! All of you! Why are you gathering here instead of reincarnating? Hurry up and disperse!"
Upon receiving the Wanderer's decree, the Evil Ghosts transformed into a gust of cold wind and vanished without a trace.
Finally, three hundred Yellow-Toothed Ghost arrived, carrying a magnificent Eight-Bear Sedan Chair that gleamed with gold and splendor. As the chair touched the ground, the Yellow-Toothed Ghost knelt in unison, respectfully inviting Yue Fei to board.
The Wanderer escorted Yue Fei to the entrance of the Ghost Gate. As he gazed at the imposing gate above which cold winds howled and ghostly wails echoed, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness.
"Master, I apologize for any trouble caused today. If you have time in the future, please visit me at Flower and Fruit Mountain!" The Wanderer clasped his hands in farewell, his voice filled with reluctance.
"Great Sage, take care. If fate allows, I will surely come to visit!" Yue Fei replied as he stepped onto the Golden Palanquin.
The Wanderer watched as Yue Fei departed until the Golden Palanquin disappeared into the vastness of the swirling winds. Only then did he turn to leave.
After bidding farewell to Master Yue, the Wanderer leaped into the air, removing his Tian Guan hat, Jiao robe, and iron boots. He cast aside both Yama King and Jade Seal at the Ghost Gate before heading off on his own journey.
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