All Chapters of Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The first attack was not dramatic.No thunder.No army.Just a woman at the bus stop turning to her husband and saying, "Who are you?"Then a boy forgot his own name.Then every apartment door on West Third Street opened by itself.Territory war, I learned, did not begin with swords.It began with addresses.The next trouble arrived with dirt under its nails. In Qinghe and the Western Branch, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The cold incense smoke pressed against every window while wet footsteps marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Court War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.The black tablet screamed updates while Ava and I ran through morning traffic.[Boundary theft detected.][Household worship diverted.][Ancestor tablets reassigned to unknown western jurisdiction.]At each doorwa

We reached the temple to find my father floating six inches above the floor.Not by magic.By law.Red characters had wrapped around his wrists, ankles, throat, and heart. They pulled him upright beneath the statue like invisible hooks.Aunt Lan stood below him, white-faced, holding a kitchen knife in one hand and a temple bell in the other."I tried both," she snapped before I asked.Judge Xue stood at the altar, tablet raised.The next trouble came through the side door, where bad news usually entered. In Qinghe and the Western Branch, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The blue altar fire pressed against every window while a court tablet striking wood marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Court War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones."Lu Jianming's discharged status has been challenged.

We did not march west like heroes.We went like exhausted civil servants with knives, talismans, and one borrowed police van that technically had no driver because Zhao Feng was dead.The ghost patrol rode in the back.The headless accountant held a clipboard. The nurse sorted incense sticks by potency. The gambler kept trying to bet on which of us would vomit first when the gate opened.Ava sat beside me in the front, camera on her lap, Daniel's flower-map unfolded between us.The next trouble arrived with dirt under its nails. In Qinghe and the Western Branch, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The ash-light pressed against every window while a dead radio marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Court War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.Our hands did not touch.The space between them fe

By noon, Qinghe had a rumor problem.Someone uploaded a video of me slamming a glowing seal into a road while dead police officers fought coins. The comments split between special effects, cult activity, gas leak, and one person who wrote simply, My grandmother came home.That one had thirty thousand likes.The temple phone would not stop ringing.Aunt Lan answered every call with, "Qinghe Temple, speak clearly, do not scream into the receiver, and if your dead uncle is in the bathroom mirror ask whether he has eaten."The next trouble came through the side door, where bad news usually entered. In Qinghe and the Western Branch, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The freeway dust pressed against every window while paper wings marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Court War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wip

At sunset, West Third Street turned red from end to end.Not blood.Thread.It stretched from lampposts to balconies, from car mirrors to tree branches, weaving a bridal aisle through the city. Anyone who touched it whispered Ava's name and forgot why.Daniel had turned the street into a vow.Ava stared at the web."I am going to kill him."The next trouble arrived with dirt under its nails. In Qinghe and the Western Branch, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The black rain pressed against every window while a temple bell marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Court War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.Zhao Feng raised his baton. "Line starts behind me."Judge Xue's tablet hovered between us.[Corpse Groom has invoked residual marriage claim.][Countermeasure requires equal bearers to cr