"They all said you were efficacious...but it didn't work at all. Dad was obviously fine, but suddenly he fell down and couldn't sleep. Mom said he was dead."
The boy's clothes were old, and there was a hole in the front of his cloth shoes, and his thumb was exposed. He wiped his tears and cried loudly, inhaling one after another, crying sadly.
On the altar, Chen Yuan frowned in the statue, and a black cloud floated faintly above the child's head, indicating that it was not a lie. But if the person was really dead, he could not revive him, and how did he die?
Yes, Chen Yuan also needs to investigate, and it is impossible to show up directly and take over everything.
"Child, if your elder's death has anything to do with me, I will check it out. If so, I will give you justice."
In the statue, Chen Yuan's words suddenly rang out, startling the child, and his crying stopped immediately. He stared at the statue in a daze and was speechless.
"Whose child are you? Why are you crying here?"
At this time, there was a sound coming from outside. Xu Huaiyu was standing outside holding a lantern. He thought he was awakened by the child's cry and came to check. When he saw it was a child, he was immediately relieved.
When the child saw that it was the temple's blessing, he gasped and glanced at the statue of the True King. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed. Before Xu Huaiyu could ask any more questions, he got up and ran out quickly, disappearing into the night.
"My benefactor, I'm disturbed."
Xu Huaiyu knew in his heart that Chen Yuan's soul was probably in the statue, but he wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it. He turned around with the lantern, closed the door of the temple and left, returned to the house, blew out the lantern, and uncovered the
Get out of your undress and fall asleep next to your wife again.
The dim moonlight passed through the window lattice, and the ancient pillars rustled the branches and leaves. His sleeping face frowned slightly, and there seemed to be a vague voice calling him.
"Xu Huaiyu..."
Chen Yuan's voice seemed to come from the ancestral hall into this room.
"The child just now lives in Chengningfang in the south of the city. He said that there was something strange about his father's death. You should go and investigate tomorrow."
"Benefactor?"
When I murmured in my dream, the voice came again.
"There is my magic weapon on the table in your room. Keep it with you. If you are in danger, you can call me by my name."
"Benefactor!"
The man in the dream shouted, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. His sleeping wife was also awakened by him. She asked him if he had a nightmare, but found that her husband's eyes were wet and red. Xu Huaiyu shook his head and suddenly
Recalling the words in his dream, he hurriedly lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Under his wife's doubtful eyes, he blew out the fire stick and lit the oil lamp.
As expected, there was a wooden stick placed on the old round table. A closer look revealed that it was the dark wood enshrined in front of the altar, with many links on it that could be wielded like an iron whip.
Thinking of the instructions from Chen Yuan in his dream, Xu Huaiyu held the dark wood in his hands, opened the door, and bowed respectfully in the direction of the ancestral hall.
"Huai Yu Zun Zhenjun commanded."
When the woman saw her husband at the door, especially holding something that looked like an iron whip in his hand, she was also very surprised and hurriedly asked what happened.
"Madam, my benefactor just spoke to me in my dream and told me to do something. You see, this is the magical weapon that my benefactor gave me..." Xu Huaiyu held the dark-stained weapon in his hand as if he was offering a treasure.
Mu showed his wife just how to use it, and he still needed to call the real king by his name. Naturally, he didn't dare to call it randomly at the moment.
The woman on the side had cleaned the ancestral hall and had naturally seen the dark wood enshrined on the altar. Just now she was wondering how she came into the house, but now she heard her husband's remarks and was so shocked that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear.
Even though I had seen an expert perform magic in the past, when such a mysterious thing happened to me, I was in awe after all. I hurriedly followed my husband's example and worshiped at the ancestral hall. His expression was even more pious than that of Xu Huaiyu.
"My benefactor has appeared. The things entrusted to your husband must be done well."
Before going to bed, Mrs. Xu did not forget to give her instructions. The next day, she got up early and drove a pile of dry food for her husband to eat on the way.
"Madam...well, the thing my benefactor asked me to do is not far from here. It doesn't require solid food. I can go back as soon as I can for my husband."
"Ah?" Mrs. Xu wiped the water stains on her hands and saw that she had baked more than a dozen pancakes. She couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing: "It's all my fault. I forgot to ask my husband what he was going to do. I thought I was going with the army.
Just like Wu Shi, I have to go on a long trip."
"One sheet is enough."
Xu Huaiyu took a piece of cake and waved it to his wife, then put the dark wood in his belt and strode out. At this time, the front of the Zhenjun Temple was as lively as usual. When they saw the temple blessings coming out, they all greeted him.
, there were also exclaimed voices shouting: "Come and take a look!"
"Oh, it is indeed a sacred tree, and a human being was born from it."
Xu Huaiyu took a look at the cake and saw that he was a Confucian scholar holding a wine pot and a sword in his arms. However, his facial features had not yet grown, so he could not tell his appearance. However, he knew that the spirit of his benefactor was protecting this place, and he immediately stood up.
He straightened his chest and straightened his rickets as much as possible. He showed the majesty of the army and pushed through the crowd to the south of the city.
The strange thing about Zhenjun Temple spread. Many people had seen Xu Huaiyu in the temple and knew that he was the temple's blessing. All the way to the south of the city, many people greeted him and exchanged a few words with him.
This allowed Xu Huaiyu to ask for directions, and he followed the address pointed out to Chengning Fang. After searching on the road, he asked if there was a new death in this place.
"Oh, it's Xu Miaozhu. How did you know that someone in the Cheng Ningfang family died?"
"Oh, last night his children went to the temple late at night to pray to the True Lord. They were crying and didn't ask any questions. They were worried about it this early in the morning, so they came over to have a look."
"Tiao Zhu is really warm-hearted."
The person being asked was an old man at a tea stall. He placed a few pottery bowls, poured a bowl of herbal tea and handed it to Xu Huaiyu. He folded his sleeves and sat down at the table, and said towards an alley not far away: "
The backbone of the family has collapsed. Before, Lao Cheng's family was still doing well. The men had to endure hardships and earn some money. Alas, it's true that hemp ropes are cut at the smallest places, and bad luck only seeks out the poor. A month ago, Lao Cheng got a cough.
, I saw the doctor and said there was nothing wrong, so I took the medicine and went back to take it, but it was not necessarily good. I lost energy day by day and could not do any work. When I exerted my strength, I kept coughing, and once I even coughed up blood.
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The old man at the tea stall has been setting up stalls here all year round, and he knows a lot about things here. "His children are also well-behaved and sensible. Why did God choose this family? I really can't see it."
What a nice person. Yesterday during the day, Lao Cheng came out and said hello to the old man, but who would have thought that everyone would disappear in one night. Lao Cheng's mother-in-law cried so sadly that all the neighbors could hear it.
, those who hear it will shed tears.”
Xu Huaiyu picked up the herbal tea and took a sip. These things all sounded ordinary. He had lung disease and he really couldn't work. The lung disease was so deep that it was difficult to breathe. He might have held his breath and died in his sleep.
It is normal for children to be sad and angry, but why did Zhenjun let himself investigate?
At this time, more and more people were walking on the street. Some people heard that Old Cheng had passed away. They went to express condolences and comfort the family members of the deceased. More and more people gathered, and some came to drink tea. One of the old men happened to hear Xu Huaiyu and
The old man at the tea stall sighed, shook his head and said:
"I heard the Cheng family's daughter-in-law cry last night, but I always thought it was strange... As the saying goes: when you know you are sick, you are worried; when you are about to die, you are afraid; when you are dead, you are sad."
Xu Huaiyu looked majestic and cupped his hands heavily: "Old sir, please make it more understandable."
The old man at the tea stall beside him nodded in agreement.
"Haha, the truth is actually simple." The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "What would you do if you learned that a loved one in your family was seriously ill? Should you cry with sorrow? If you heard that a loved one was about to die, the feeling of facing death would be
It makes people whimper with fear, and only mourn and howl after death, but last night I was reading classics at night, and the first thing I heard was the cries of the Cheng family's daughter-in-law, something was wrong."
"Mr. Why didn't you report it to the official if you thought something was wrong?" someone asked.
"I'm just guessing. If I really died of lung disease, wouldn't I lie to the government and I would be punished?"
It turned out to be just a guess. He thought he had met an expert. Xu Huaiyu bowed his hand, stayed at the tea stall for a while, paid for the tea, and then walked straight to the alley. A white lantern was hung in front of Cheng's house and set up.
After entering the mourning hall, the body was parked in the hall. She must be Lao Cheng's daughter-in-law. She was kneeling at the entrance of the hall wearing mourning clothes, crying and burning paper money with the boy.
Xu Huaiyu squeezed past the neighbors who were watching the excitement, raised his hands to the mother and son, and said that he was the true emperor, and he could do some rituals for Lao Cheng. Of course, he was just talking, just to observe closely.
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He had been in the army for many years and was particularly sensitive to the smell of blood. As soon as he got closer, he could smell a faint smell of blood.
As expected, the woman over there rejected Xu Huayu, who didn't bother him. He glanced at the boy who kept his head down and said nothing, then left the Cheng family and returned to the Zhenjun Temple.
Take out a pen and ink, write down the whole story of what you saw today, and burn it behind the ancestral hall.
Among the statues, Chen Yuan opened his eyes, with a faint golden light blooming in his eyes.
The content on the paper was probably already known. He waited until the sky fell and the pilgrims left, and the sound of Dharma echoed in the ancestral hall.
"Wang Zhaoyuan!"
"exist."
The gloomy wind blew outside the ancestral hall, and a slender figure with a gloomy air knelt in front of the threshold.
"Go to Chengningfang and bring the newly deceased souls to me."
"yes."
Outside, the slender figure lowered his head and instantly turned into a line of blue smoke, drifting away into the dark night.
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The sound of bang bang sounded ethereally in the street. In the thin mist, the cold wind carried the mist and drifted to South Street. In the small courtyard of Cheng Ning Fang, the crying had stopped.
A sneaky figure climbed over the courtyard wall and descended, kicked away the yellow dog that wanted to bark, and followed the base of the wall to touch the illuminated window lattice.
Passing by the middle hall, I took a look at the white mourning hall, and then took a sip.
Then he quietly came behind the window lattice and knocked a few times rhythmically.
squeak~~
The door opened, revealing a slim figure in the room. He looked at the figure outside the door and cursed: "You damn ghost, you still know how to come." Immediately, he stretched out his white and tender arms and pulled the man outside into the room.
Soon, the violent movement inside stopped.
The man's voice said: "No one found anything during the day today, right?"
"I also said that I was holding it up by myself, and many people were laughing... But to be honest, it was unexpected that the temple priest of Zhenjun Temple suddenly came, which shocked me. Recently I heard that Zhenjun Temple
There is a spirit, and a big tree grows for no reason. What if the temple Zhu sees something...are you afraid? If the dead ghost goes to the city god to complain, will there be ghost messengers coming to arrest us? "
In the bed room, the woman leaned in the man's arms, looking at the oil lamp on the table with a worried look on her face. The man behind her didn't care, he played with the woman's chest and hummed provocatively.
"What are you afraid of? I have been taught by an expert, and I have a few skills. That temple Zhu is just an ordinary person, as I have seen today. As for that dead ghost in your family, don't even think about complaining to the City God. His soul won't even come out.
of."
The woman slapped him with her hands.
"So you damn ghost is out there. Seeing how tired I am today, how do you feel about it?"
"Isn't this to make up for you?" The man held her hand on her chest and rubbed it. After a while, he thought of something and said softly: "If we want to stay together forever, I'm afraid there is one more thing to do.
That kid of yours is too bad. If one day he finds out about us, not to mention reporting it to the official, if he secretly poisons us both to death, that would be an injustice."
The woman looked at him in silence for a moment, then looked at the door and nodded slowly.
"I listen to you."
Huhu~~
At this time, a gust of wind blew out of the courtyard outside.
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This story is adapted from the derogatory chapter of "Youyang Zazu".