"Good people will be rewarded." Shi Luo hugged Ming Xun's waist, "Although I am awesome, I can't compete with the way of heaven. I have to do more good things so that I can make a wish to be with you for a longer time."

In the eyes of monks, no matter how rich Ming Xun is, he is just an ordinary person, and his life span is only a few decades, which is very incompatible with her.

Shi Luo thought Ming Xun was the best.

Before the two could say a few thoughtful words, someone interrupted them.

"Daughter, no, you are a master." The middle-aged man who had just found a tiles for Shi Luo was very excited. He could do something for such a powerful master. He rubbed his hands and said, "So, Master, you just said it.

Is everything about the village chief’s family true?”

This is what all the villagers want to ask.

"nature."

Ming Xun let go Shi Luo, he stood side by side with Shi Luo, looked around the dozens of eyes that had seen him, and said slowly: "Luo Luo often said that the truth is by nature, everything is God's will, but she has saved many people,

Luoluo will say that she is destined to be with these people. She is kind and does not care about your doubts about her, but I care about it."

Ming Xun's last few words were said to the village chief's family.

"You have lived with the village chief for decades. No matter how he can disguise himself, he will reveal his flaws. I will give you a chance to make money. If there are victims among you, you can all accused them. If the evidence is conclusive, your grievances will not only be possible.

In the broad daylight, you can also get compensation from the Ming Group." Ming Xun has money, so he doesn't need Shi Luo to use his spiritual power if he can do things with money.

Looking at Ming Xun who was blocking his face, a warm current surged from Shi Luo's heart.

Although Mingxun is not a Taoist practitioner, he always uses his own methods to help her.

In the eyes of villagers, worship and respect for Shi Luo is important, but for those who work hard all year round but cannot make a lot of money, money is even more important.

"Are you saying true?" someone asked.

Neither Mingxun has to answer. The old man who took the money before has stood up. He knew that the village chief's family could not stay in the village anymore. I'm afraid that their family would have to go to jail. The village chief must not be able to come out alive, and his children are also

I have to stay in prison for many years, so what else is he afraid of?

"It's true." The old man took out a handful of money, "They gave it."

"Then if I go to accuse the village chief, how much money can you give?" Some villagers are more concerned about this issue.

Zhang Jia and Qu Aiguo arrived, and Zhang Jia emphasized, "It was not that President Ming asked you to accuse him, but that you voluntarily accuse him. President Ming paid the money to reward those with courage."

In order to avoid the villagers misinterpreting Ming Xun's meaning, Zhang Jia gave another example, "For example, if some criminals escape, the police will reward those who provide clues."

The villagers understand.

"By the size of the matter, the amount of money I get is also divided." Ming Xun added: "I will be responsible for this matter."

The villagers rushed forward and had more questions to ask.

At this time, an old voice rang not far from Ming Xun, "If I say I saw someone killing the village chief's family before, can I get the money?"

The noise disappeared instantly.

The villagers looked at the speakers together.

"Old Du, have you really seen someone kill the village chief of Qiantou family?"

Lao Du is an old widower. He is 69 years old this year. Since his wife and son died of illness more than ten years ago, he has lived alone in a brick and tile house next to the vegetable field at the west end of the village.

His house was sold, and the money he sold was given to his wife and son, so he did not save the two of them.

He even sold the land, and later, he only stayed at a few bits of vegetable fields for more than ten years. He was old and no one wanted to work, so he could only sell vegetables. He sold the vegetables from his own fields and also bought them from other people's homes.

The food is taken to the town to sell.

I don’t make much money and I can only make a living.

Old Du doesn't talk much on weekdays, and only occasionally he appears when people in the village hold weddings and funerals.

"See." Lao Du walked out of the crowd. He was a little hunched and was wearing patched clothes. Lao Du said: "I saw who killed the village chief's family before."

Although the village chief did something heinous before, he killed several people with his own hands, and a child who was less than two years old, and the murderer was even more crazy.

Who is not afraid of such a person?

The villagers began to talk, and some even looked at the people around them, fearing that the next sentence Lao Du said would be the people next to him.

The person beside him asked angrily: "What do you think I'm doing? I didn't kill people."

As the sounds increased, Lao Du spoke again, and he asked Ming Xun, "I saw someone killing their family. How much money can you give me?"

"If what you say is true, how much do you want?" Ming Xun asked him.

Lao Du raised two fingers and said, "Twenty thousand, no less."

"Why don't you talk about it first? Who is the murderer?" Ming Xun asked first without responding.

Old Du turned around slowly and looked into the crowd, and his eyes looked over the villagers' faces one by one.

Even if he didn't kill someone, he felt distressed by Lao Du's look at him like this.

Someone urged, "Old Du, if you see someone, you will just say your name. They are all from the same village, who doesn't know who?"

"That's right, don't point it around."

Lao Du turned a deaf ear to him, and when he saw someone, his eyes fixed.

This is a slightly fat middle-aged woman. Because she didn't go back to get the rain gear, the woman was soaked. She originally wanted to go back to change her clothes, but she didn't want to miss the excitement.

When Lao Du looked at it, the woman turned pale and then became furious, "Lao Du, what do you think I'm doing? Can I still kill someone?"

"Not you."
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