After half a cup of tea, Zhenren Lingxu suddenly realized that the person standing in front of him was a living person, not a ghost or god, and that even breathing was not possessed by ghost or god.

"You don't know that scary people will scare people to death?" Lingxu Zhenren sat on the ground and kept patting his chest.

Yu Guhan said, "If you offend the Prime Minister's Mansion, they will definitely not scare you, they will only kill you!"

When Lingxu heard this, his mind couldn't help but feel nervous and said, "What should I do? Master Dao, I haven't lived enough yet!"

"What did you do for the Prime Minister's Office tonight and what Qin Hui said, so he spread it. At that time, the Prime Minister's Office has proved that he has not invited a real person to do rituals for his own face, so he will not continue to chase you. Wouldn't he have the chance to go out to Lin'an City?" Yu Guhan said.

When Lingxu Zhenren heard this, his eyes lit up and said, "Yes, this is the secret they fear the most. As long as they spread it, they will not have time to cover up their embarrassment. How can they have time to deal with Master Dao?"

After saying that, Zhenren Lingxu turned around and at some point, Yu Guhan had already left silently. Zhenren Lingxu rubbed his eyes and couldn't help but say, "Did you really meet ghosts and gods tonight? Otherwise, how would you explain how he knows my origin and what happened in the prime minister's mansion?"

After thinking for a while, Lingxu Zhenren couldn't help but believe in his judgment. He said, "The only god in Longhu Mountain is Master Zhang Tian. Is it true that Master is really thinking about me and I worship him with all my heart and strength, so I can guide me by showing off my spirit?"

Thinking of this, Lingxu Zhenren said "Infinite Heavenly Lord". He immediately said loudly: "Thank you, Master, after you go back, you will definitely create a good statue for you!"

Yu Guhan did not go far. Seeing the actions of Lingxu Zhenren, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh: "I have turned around and been confused for a long time, and even I am confused by myself. It's so funny!"

The true man Lingxu has always been flexible. In less than half a day, there was an evil spirit in the prime minister's mansion. The news of Qin Hui asking someone to come back had spread in Lin'an City. By the second day, the news was not an evil spirit, but the person who was killed by Qin Hui came back to seek his life.

In the palace, Zhao Gou frowned when he heard these news. He said to Nangong Yao: "These days, the prime minister has not come to court because he is sick. Could it be that the rumors outside are true?"

Nangong Yao said: "The Prime Minister should be sick. The sayings of ghosts and gods have always been false!"

"Don't talk nonsense. Since ancient times, are there few people who have been rumored to become immortals?" Zhao Gou also believed in the art of immortals, and over the years, he has been more diligent.

When Nangong Yao heard this, he hurriedly shut his mouth and said nothing. Zhao Gou thought for a while and said, "Let's go over and see the prime minister!"

Various rumors spread, but in desperation, Qin Hui only thought about how to block Youyou's mouth, but forgot to deal with Taoist Lingxu. But Fu Lun was not like this, because Taoist Lingxu was invited by him. If he did not catch the liar, it would be very difficult for him to continue to hang out in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Qin Zhong had a pretty good relationship with Fu Lun. He came to Fu Lun's residence and said, "The legend of immortals has always been a lie. You don't have to worry too much. With me here, no one in the prime minister's house dares to touch you!"

"Thank you for your love for the second son!" Fu Lun was really moved. Qin Zhong had different power strategies, but he was definitely more humane than Qin Feng. Over the years, Fu Lun felt that he was a bit lucky. Although he failed to achieve his goal, perhaps Qin Zhong was his best choice. At this moment, he had truly regarded Qin Zhong as his master.

Just then, the guards guarding the gate outside reported to Qin Hui and Zhao Gou came to visit. For a moment, the entire prime minister's mansion came out to kneel neatly on the ground. After these troubles, Qin Hui was so thin that he was not as thin as a human, with empty eyes, but he still came out to greet him in person.

"Your love is so sick, don't come out!" Zhao Gou hurriedly helped Qin Hui up.

Qin Hui coughed a few times and said, "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine!"

When the two of them arrived at the reception hall, Zhao Gou said, "I heard that there are evil spirits in the prime minister's mansion. Is this true or false?"

Qin Hui sighed: "I don't know whether it is true or not, but whether it is open or closed, you will always see some messy scenes!"

Zhao Gou said: "Your dear work day and night and serves the country and the people. It is probably because of excessive fatigue that you have this illusion. Today I will bring the imperial physicians in the palace and let them show you!"

"Thank you, Master!" Qin Hui agreed. It was not that he had not found a doctor, but it was useless. The imperial physician in the palace must have extraordinary expectations, and he couldn't help but feel a little hope in his heart.

Zhao Gou brought two imperial physicians, one by one, took Qin Hui's pulse. After asking the details, they all felt that Qin Hui was not sick, but his body was weak, so he prescribed several doses of medicine to nourish his body. Qin Hui said thank you and sent Zhao Gou and others to leave, but he was confused. At this time, he had no other thoughts except anger. When did he be so down and out of the prime minister under one person and above ten thousand people?

"Is there really a karma? In this way, will all the monks be killed and there will be no more?" Qin Hui did not realize that he has become more arrogant and ferocious in recent days.

During the next days of hunger, Qin Hui lived in fear and various environmental nightmares. In less than a month, he could no longer get up.

At this moment, the people in the world were talking about it, saying that Qin Hui had done too many bad things and was punished by God.

Han Lianju, Xin Lian had just returned from buying vegetables and saw Yu Guhan playing chess alone at the stone table. She walked over and said, "What is coming everywhere is God is dealing with Qin Hui. Invisibly, you have become a god-master!"

Yu Guhan sighed: "If possible, I hope everyone in the world will see that it is not God who wants to accept Qin Hui, but the national laws and regulations, the affairs of gods and immortals, and the cause and effect are too false after all. Only when people understand that any thief who harms the country and the people cannot escape the sanctions of the country and the law, then the world will be clear and peaceful! Only ordinary people can live their normal life!"

"I know what you said, but manpower is limited after all. Sometimes, without the help of some ghosts and monsters, how can we achieve our goal?" Xinlian said.

Yu Guhan nodded. It was because he understood these things that he felt inexplicably uncomfortable. But in this way, all sentient beings were balanced. If there were no descendants in this world, where would the sayings of bad people come from?

During the next period of time, Qin Hui became even more crazy. Sometimes, he woke up in a nightmare and pulled out the long sword hanging beside the bed, and suddenly waved it. In less than half a month, three servants who took care of him were cut to death. Once, Qin Hui was almost cut. Fortunately, he knew a little about martial arts, so he escaped.

In a blink of an eye, two months have passed, and Qin Hui is lying on the bed and can no longer get up.

In the deep winter, the wind was blowing, everything was desolate, and a thin layer of ice flowers had already formed on the branches. The medicinal effect that day had already failed. In the last month, Qin Hui still had nightmares, but it was much better than before.

After nearly half a year of torture, Qin Hui had not returned to the west. Yu Guhan had to sigh that the lifespan of this treacherous prime minister was really long. After all, according to Zuo Qiuzhi's words, ordinary people could not survive for three months under the torture of the day of wanting to flowers. Qin Hui lived for half a year, which was really a miracle.
Chapter completed!