"What!!"

"Hurry, take down the spiritual positions of the ancestors and sects!"

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

The fire came extremely suddenly. After all, it rained two days ago and the surroundings of the ancestral hall were very wet.

The whole family suddenly panicked. The funeral was not handled yet and the ancestral hall was still on fire.

There are many people watching the fun, but not many people help put out the fire.

"I'm retribution for this, just say that their family is hypocritical."

"Yes, the children are their only seedlings. I heard that they will get married in a year, but now they are gone, which means they have lost their children and grandchildren. The ancestral hall is on fire again, and even the spiritual positions of the ancestors and sects cannot be preserved!"

Outside the house, idle people began to point fingers and talk a lot, and many people even talked about some of the previous conflicts.

"The fire burns the ancestral hall, and the room next to it is not black."

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

"Not that, the Wei family has always been kind to others. One winter, my family didn't buy charcoal, and they gave me half of it. As a result, Mr. Wei almost survived that cold winter." said a poor scholar.

"What do you know? You know people but not your heart. Many masters like to give porridge to beggars, but they are not peeling the workers' skins."

For a moment, the Wei family was so embarrassed that they barely saved several spiritual thrones in order to put out the fire, but they were so embarrassed that they could not handle the funeral.

Old Wei's face was covered in dust. He sat on the ground, listening to the people around him pointing at their family, and even more angry.

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

"Are you crazy? We have not been offended enough, so we can't shut up your mouth? Do you want our whole family to be punished by God like children?!" the old lady cursed.

Mr. Wei was stunned.

He glanced at the messy house, then at the neighbors outside the short fence who looked at him with strange eyes.

He recognized each of these neighbors, and each of them had received his favor...

These people don’t believe in themselves, so they forget it. Now even their wives who are with them day and night doubt themselves, and they doubt that they have done something that is harmful to the world.

Wei Zhuo's eyes suddenly lost their spirit.

He stopped talking.

He glanced at the coffin. In the dark coffin was a man with an older face than himself, and that person was a child he raised with great effort and placed high hopes on.

He looked at the other side of the short fence, where there was a ancestral hall. The first thing he did when he woke up every day was to clean the ancestral hall. There were many people with the Wei surname in this block, but some people had never stepped in here to worship their ancestors for a whole year. They could only regard the ancestral hall as the most sacred place, but it was spotless.

Now the ancestral hall is also black, burning like a black kiln by fire.

He could no longer hear the sound of pointing fingers and pointed at the monk who had inexplicably walked in.

For a moment, he saw the monk's mouth rise up, as if he was a little proud and mocking, as if he was saying, everything was your own responsibility!

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

The monk had already walked outside. His pace was slow, but he disappeared into the crowd in just a few steps.

Wei Zhuo suddenly realized that the monk was unusual, and his eyes were filled with anger!

That monk is one of the incarnations of God!

He was confronted openly with him.

He couldn't say that he could not tell, so he set fire to his ancestral hall!!

Shameless!!!

What's the difference between it and those officials and bandits!!

...

After nightfall, people dispersed.

The Weijiawuyuan was still in bleakness. He originally wanted to hold a funeral decently, but relatives and friends were afraid of being implicated and did not dare to come to have this funeral banquet.

Although the family members didn't say anything, Wei Zhuo could see that they had complained about themselves in their hearts. It was because they made things so badly and it was because he made everything so bad.

"Dongdongdongdongdong~~~~~"

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

"Are you holding a funeral banquet? Why no one comes to eat? Don't you mind if I come in to mourn the cousin?" said the young peddler.

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

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

The only one in the yard was him and the old man Wei Zhuo. The young peddler had an undisgusting smile and said, "Old man, I sell everything here. Do you need anything? Incense candles and paper money. Of course, I know that you have prepared quite a lot of these, but what I sell is different from those outside. For example, once my incense candle is lit, it will wake up your child. But when the incense candle is extinguished, he will go back. My paper money is even better. Your child is on the road to the underworld, and you will inevitably encounter ghost messengers who make things difficult for him. The ghost messengers recognize these paper money to ensure that your child is safe and safe in Mengpo's cycle."

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

"Then you believe it, I won't keep you from being a secret. I am an immortal, an immortal who can realize what others think. As long as you take out something equivalent to exchange, I can get anything for you." The peddler laughed, like a black cat at midnight.

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

"During the day, a gangster god burned our Wei family's ancestral hall because I cursed God."

"I am different from those hypocritical gods. I only do my own way." said the peddler.

"What can you do for me?"

"I can do whatever you think in my heart. Of course, the harder it is to achieve, the greater the price you have to pay." said the peddler.

"I have nothing left." Wei Zhuo said.

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

The old man Wei Zhuo looked at the peddler's eyes. The eyes were so dark that they had never reflected any light, but it was also such a special look, as if it had given him some kind of power...

The pain in his chest was not important at all, he only cared about the anger he suppressed in his heart.

He only cares about how to get true justice!!

...

...

Zhu Minglang and Wen Lingfei checked in Pingbo City.

About half of those who have found symptoms of aging have done great good in their lives. Even if there is no feat worth praising, they are highly praised by relatives, friends, neighbors and neighbors.

Sure enough, the target of the evil immortal is a good practitioner.

He is not interested in the lifespan of mediocre people, and even more so in the lifespan of evil people. What he wants is the lifespan of good people!
Chapter completed!