This time, Feng Jun was not merely handing out a "slight punishment." The Falling Thunder Technique had packed quite a punch; that guy would probably have several toes amputated.
How could anyone be struck by lightning on a clear day? No one could make sense of it.
The guy who had been struck still refused to accept it. After recovering for ten-odd seconds, he got back on his feet and tried to get everyone to head to the Daoist temple.
But some people were ultimately superstitious. Hesitantly, someone said, "That seems to be... a Xia people's Divine Temple?"
Divine Temple! That word finally reminded everyone of something: it was not merely an "unfinished building"; it was also a place of worship!
Thus, much of their desire to stir up trouble faded, and they dispersed.
The next day, the symptoms of crooked mouths and slanted eyes worsened. As for the person struck by lightning yesterday, he had already been hospitalized. It was said that four of his toes could not be saved.
The town was gripped by panic. At that very moment, Zhang Dongyuan returned, bringing back the statues he had invited.
Returning divine statues to their places was a major matter, and an auspicious date had to be chosen. Today was not a good day for the installation.
After entering the Daoist temple, Zhang Dongyuan asked about some matters, walked around to inspect the construction progress, and then received Feng Jun's Divine Thought. "Fellow Daoist Dongyuan, please come to the woods outside the Daoist temple."
"Is that... Feng Mountain Lord?" Zhang Dongyuan was both startled and delighted. He looked around, then waved his hand. "All of you stay in the Daoist temple. I'll head out for a moment."
Upon seeing Feng Jun outside, he cupped his hands in greeting and