"The symptoms of poisoning and aging are still very obvious. Please tell the master to distinguish the two. What we are looking for is those who die of aging at a high speed." Zhu Minglang said to the master.

"Yes, this is not difficult." The chief officer did not feel it was complicated and agreed readily.

"Then let's go to another city first and then take a look, and then come back to discuss with you guys." Zhu Minglang said.

...

After leaving Pingbo City, Zhu Minglang and Wen Lingfei went to Yuexia City in the south again. Yuexia City is one of the main cities of the fairy city. Zhu Minglang did not go to the yamen this time, but went directly to the victim's home.

Following the address, I found the victim's house. The house was holding a funeral, and the suona was played so that the whole street could be heard.

Wailing and crying came from the courtyard wall, which made people feel heartbroken.

As soon as Zhu Minglang and Concubine Wen Ling walked in, they saw an old man beating his chest and stamping his feet. He cried and scolded, and cried and complained.

"Oh my god, I am a good child. If you say I will take it away, I will take it away. My old man will eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name all his life, and he will not stick to the skin of chicken, duck, fish and meat. When he encounters trouble, he will give all the silver coins... Although he is just accumulating small good, he has never done anything against his conscience. I am doing this for the sake of the descendants to be safe and safe, hoping that they can get a trace of favor from God... You are fine, you can't see my painstaking efforts and take away my child's life. You can take it away with me. Whether it is going to heaven or under the underworld, I will ask you in person, why, why!!!!" The old man's scolding never stopped.

There is a god three feet tall, and this sentence is not empty talk among the folks in Xiancheng.

Those who curse God will definitely be punished by heaven once there is a god nearby!

Sure enough, a thick cloud was shrouded in the sky above the funeral courtyard. It seemed cloudy to ordinary people, but in the eyes of Zhu Minglang and Wen Lingfei, there was a god on the cloud.

The god did not descend the thunder and directly struck the curser to death.

He transformed himself into a young monk on the street, hiding his divine light, pretending to be a monk and passing by here to enlighten the world, and infiltrated the loss in a few words.

Zhu Minglang and Wen Lingfei saw all this in their eyes, but did not make any noise, and looked at how the god handled this matter.

"Old man, you curse to the sky like this, but you have damaged your ancestors' virtue. The child has passed away. At least let the child rest in peace and let him leave with decent appearance." The monk walked over and comforted him.

"I put all my life hope on my child, raise him carefully, and go thousands of miles to find a good teacher for him. I pay special attention to his character. Practice is secondly. I can swear to God that the child I teach is simple and kind, and will not do anything that harms the heavens. People outside say that my child and I are inferior to each other. If I do evil things behind my back, it is impossible, and it is impossible. Even if I die, I cannot let my child suffer such grievances. I can confront God and swear that if it is true outside, God can take my life now!!" said the old man.

"Those who are kind-hearted will also encounter misfortunes." said the monk.

"No, no, no, if I have birth, old age, sickness and death, and a disaster comes, I will not have such complaints, but look at my child, how miserable it was, and how hideous it was, as if I had been cursed by God. Our family pays attention to the virtue of the ancestors. There has never been a bad record among generations. An immortal once personally blessed our character. The descendants must not suffer such a curse!" The old man insisted.

This old man obviously also understands the laws of heaven.

Zhu Minglang looked up at the ancestral temple of this family and found a faint purple air floating above their ancestral temple, which shows that the old man did not lie. Their family pays attention to morality and often does good deeds.

This is considered a family that does good deeds, and the dead young man seems to be on the path of good cultivation.

"Good cultivation?" Zhu Minglang suddenly fell into deep thought.

I am also half a good practitioner.

And this dead child is considered a good practitioner in the mortal world, and his Taoism is very shallow.

"Concubine Wen Ling, are there any other good practitioners among the dead?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"After you say this, there is really. I remember there is a demigod who is good at practicing, and he will soon achieve the right result." Concubine Wen Ling said.

Zhu Minglang took out the information book and read it again.

It was found that among the victims of some of the life records of the practitioners recorded in it, many of them were deeds that were enough to be praised.

Either have cut off evil dragons, managed floods, or prayed for the people...

That evil immortal is not just looking for a target!

Most of his goals are those who follow the path of good cultivation!!

No wonder I came to me.

No wonder it triggered the execution of the sky inspection.

What is seized is the life of those who are good at practicing!!

Those who are good at practicing are the most difficult to practice. God can not give much before they become gods. At most, they can protect their family members from illness, pain, disasters, and curse. It is only likely that they can protect them, not absolute peace.

And the evil immortal...

Specializes in choosing people who are good at practicing cultivation!

Those who are good at practicing, God is too late to make up for their longevity, and they are robbed of such evil immortals.

No wonder God gave a death order to execute him!

"Let's go back to Pingbo City to take a look. There should be some deeds in the yamen in the yamen. If most of them accumulate virtue for doing good deeds, it means that this evil immortal is not choosing targets at will!" Zhu Minglang captured this important clue.

"Well, maybe we can arrest him before his next murder!" Concubine Wen Ling nodded.

The two left the family where the funeral was held.

However, the old man was still cursing, and the more he cursed, the louder heavier heavier!

"Old man, why don't you listen to your advice? People will have good fortune and good fortune every day. Let's be sad and do your funeral well. Don't curse like this." The monk transformed by the gods was a little anxious.

The old man just refused to listen and insulted God again and again.

This god probably hasn't been in office for a long time. It feels like on the first day of a new official taking office, someone put a black strip on the white strip in front of the yamen. At first, he was willing to persuade him, but if he couldn't leave, he would inevitably use his power.

The monk obviously lost his patience.

Even if a mortal does something meritorious, it does not mean that he can curse like this in front of himself.

He cursed God, and the neighbors watched him. If these people encountered some unpleasant things in the future, they pointed at God and cursed at the statue of the gods, then what else would they talk about faith and power?

Seeing that the old man had not stopped, the monk cast a spell and then began to watch coldly.
Chapter completed!