Chapter 1055: Earth Temple God

"What!!"

"Quickly, quickly take down the spiritual seats of the ancestors!"

"The fire is too big, I can't get in!!"

The fire came extremely suddenly. After all, it had rained two days ago, and the area around the ancestral hall was very humid.

The whole family panicked immediately, the funeral had not been handled properly, and the ancestral hall was still on fire.

There were a lot of people watching the excitement, but not many people helped put out the fire.

"This is definitely retribution. Let's just say that their family is very hypocritical."

"That's right, the child is their only child. I heard that they are going to get married in a year, but now that they are gone, it is tantamount to cutting off children and grandchildren. Now the ancestral hall is on fire again, and the spiritual positions of the ancestors and clans cannot be kept!"

Outside the house, idlers began to point and talk, and many people even used some previous conflicts as an example.

"The fire burned down the ancestral hall, and not a single tile of the house next to it was black."

"Yeah, it seems that God has opened his eyes and punished this family!"

"No way, Wei's family has always been kind to others. One winter my family didn't have any charcoal, and they even gave me half of it. As a result, Mr. Wei almost didn't survive that winter." A poor scholar said.

"What do you know? You know people, you don't know their faces, but you don't know their hearts. Many masters still like to give porridge to beggars, but they are not peeling workers' skins."

For a while, the family surnamed Wei was disgraced in order to fight the fire, and managed to keep a few spiritual places, but they were so embarrassed that it was difficult to carry on with the funeral.

Elder Wei's face was covered with ashes, he was sitting on the ground, listening to the people around him criticizing his family, he became even more angry.

He was about to curse at the sky when suddenly the old lady rushed over.

"Are you crazy? We haven't suffered enough, so we can't shut your mouth. Do we want our family to be condemned like a child!!" the old lady scolded.

Elder Wei was dumbfounded.

He glanced at the messy house, and at the neighbors outside the hedge who looked at him strangely.

He knew each of these neighbors,

Everyone has received his favor...

It's fine if these people don't believe in themselves, and now even the wife who gets along with him day and night doubts himself, suspects that he has done something outrageous.

Wei Zhuo's eyes suddenly lost their spirit.

He stopped talking.

He glanced at the coffin, and there was a person older than himself lying in the dark coffin, and that person was a child he had raised so hard and put high hopes on.

He glanced at the other side of the short fence. There is the ancestral hall. The first thing he does when he gets up every day is to clean the ancestral hall. There are quite a few people with the surname Wei in this block, but some of them have never stepped into it for a whole year. Come here to worship ancestors, only I regard the ancestral hall as the most sacred place, but it is spotless.

Now the ancestral hall is also pitch black, burned like a black kiln.

He could no longer hear the pointing sound, and he glanced at the monk who walked in out of nowhere.

For a moment, he saw the corner of the monk's mouth raised, as if a little proud, a little mocking, as if to say, everything is your own fault!

"Who are you?? Who are you??" Wei Zhuo stood up suddenly and questioned the monk.

The monk was already walking outside, his pace was slow, but he disappeared into the crowd within a few steps.

Wei Zhuo suddenly realized that the monk was not an ordinary person, his eyes were full of anger!

That monk is one of the incarnations of God!

I confronted him openly.

He couldn't say that he couldn't help himself, so he set fire to his ancestral hall! !

Shameless! ! !

How is it different from those officials and bandits! !

...

After nightfall, people dispersed.

Wei's house was still in a bleak state. It was supposed to be a decent funeral, but relatives and friends were afraid of being involved, so they didn't dare to come to the funeral.

Although the family members didn't say anything, Wei Zhuo could see that they complained to him in their hearts. It was him who made things so bad, and he made everything so bad.

"Boom boom boom~~~~"

Outside the house, there was a knock on the door, and a young and handsome shopkeeper stood in front of the door with a friendly face.

"Isn't there a funeral banquet? Why is no one coming to eat? Do you mind if I come in to pay tribute to your son?" said the young shopkeeper.

Wei Zhuo sat there without a trace of expression, just nodded numbly.

The young shopkeeper came in, mourned in the mourning hall, and then came out again.

There was only him and the old man Wei Zhuo in the yard, and the young shopkeeper showed a not annoying smile and said: "Old man, I sell everything here, do you need anything, joss sticks, paper money, of course, I know you all The preparations are quite complete, but the ones I sell are not the same as those outside. For example, my joss stick, once lit, can wake up your child, but when the joss stick goes out, he will go back again. My paper money is even more expensive. It's a good thing, your child will inevitably encounter ghost messengers who make things difficult for him on the road to Huangquan, the ghost messengers will recognize these paper money, and guarantee that your child will be reincarnated in Meng Po's place safely."

"I won't believe the nonsense you said." The old man Wei Zhuo said.

"Then why would you believe it? I won't play tricks with you, old man. I'm a fairy, a fairy who can realize what others want. As long as you exchange it with something of equivalent value, I can get you anything. The shopkeeper laughed like a midnight black cat.

These words made Wei Zhuo raise his head, and he looked at the young shopkeeper seriously.

"During the day, a rascal burned down the ancestral hall of our Wei family because I cursed God."

"I'm different from those hypocritical righteous gods. I only walk in my own way." The shopkeeper said.

"What can you do for me?"

"I can do whatever you want in your heart. Of course, the harder it is to achieve, the greater the price you have to pay." The shopkeeper said.

"I have nothing left," Wei Zhuo said.

"Yes, you have. You have what I need most, a kind heart that has been devastated by the world..." the shopkeeper said seriously.

The old man Wei Zhuo looked into the salesman's eyes. These eyes were too dark to reflect any light, but they were also such a special look, as if he had given him some kind of power...

The pain in his chest didn't matter at all, he only cared about the suppressed anger in his heart.

He only cares about how to get the real justice! !

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...

Zhu Minglang and Concubine Wen Ling checked it in Pingbo City.

About half of the people who discovered the symptoms of aging had done great kindness in their lifetime. Even if there is no feat worthy of praise, they are praised by relatives, friends and neighbors.

Sure enough, the target of the evil fairy is the good cultivator.

He is not interested in the longevity of those mediocre people, let alone the longevity of the wicked, what he wants is the longevity of the good!

"These lists should be very close to the victims we are looking for. Next, we will look for the temple gods who have recorded merit for mortals." Concubine Wen Lingfei said.