Chen Yang muttered and walked into Longjun Temple again.
"Old man, what's wrong with you?"
"But I feel a little unwell? I know a little about this Qihuang..."
When Chen Yang saw the old temple blessing again in the main hall dedicated to the Dragon Lord, he was shocked.
Lao Miaozhu's hair was messy, and the bags under his eyes looked a little green and a little black. His whole body was depressed, and his back looked even more hunched.
"No, it's nothing."
Laomiao Zhu was roaring in his heart: It’s not you yet, it’s not you yet!
The old man didn't sleep all night. People become old and they can't sleep during the day.
Isn’t it like this?
"Sir, what is the purpose of coming here?"
Laomiao Zhu said feebly.
"Excuse me, old man, and I'll invite Mr. Long again."
Chen Yang smiled and cupped his hands.
Not wanting to hit the smiling man, Lao Miaozhu had no choice but to support his waist, kneel down on the futon, burn incense and pray.
Lord Long's power dropped again.
Maybe it's because it's daytime, the sun is shining brightly, and it's not as conspicuous as a beam of light falling from the sky at night.
Only Chen Yang and Lao Miao Zhu, who were in the main hall, could see the Dragon Lord's divine power descending on the statue with their naked eyes.
The miniature Longmen County appeared before Chen Yang again.
Chen Yang went up to play with it.
This time it was not as easy as last night, after all, the whole city was full of people during the day.
It becomes increasingly difficult to find an abnormal existence.
However, Chen Yang still found it.
He saw with his own eyes a spot of light, which turned from ordinary black to red little by little, and gradually became bright red.
"Found you again."
Chen Yang laughed out loud.
Behind him, Lao Miaozhu's waist was bent even more, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.
He had a hunch that this matter was not over yet.
...
North of the city, shack.
A middle-aged man with an unshaven beard was lying on the straw, hammering the ground with his hands, full of resentment:
"Why?!"
"Then bitches, what's the point of that boy?!"
"She is my mother-in-law, and he is my son."
"I should be fed, clothed and raised. They are living so well, how can they still be short of these three melons and two dates?"
"Why~~"
The middle-aged man was so depressed that he wanted to grab the ground with his head, but he didn't dare because he was afraid of pain.
The middle-aged man's name is Hu Yan. He was relatively wealthy when he was young. At least he could marry the most beautiful girl in the alley, own his own house, and give birth to a son with a tough head and a strong brain. All these would be no problem.
A few years ago, everything suddenly took a turn for the worse.
After Hu Yan's parents died of illness, and with no one to take care of him, Hu Yan's true nature exploded.
Eat well and be lazy, don't do any work, sit back and eat nothing;
I also got into the bad habit of visiting flower houses, and spent most of the month sleeping there;
His wife held her son in her arms and tried to persuade him, but instead received a beating.
As time goes by, life becomes unbearable.
First he sold the house, and then at the instigation of the matchmaker, he sold his wife and son as well.
All the money went into the bottomless pit of Hualou Girl.
In the end, he had no money and was thrown out by Hualou's thugs. He was homeless and had to live in a shack in the north of the city.
Even so, Hu Yan still didn't change his past. Instead, he slept in the sun every day, then went to the streets to beg for something, and after eating, he slept around, dreaming back to the days when he was spending money like water in a flower house.
A few days ago, he happened to pass by the house where he bought his wife and son. It turned out that the head of that house had made a fortune and treated his wife and son very well. Then he fell ill and died. All the property fell to his wife and son.