The Yang world has the rules of the Yang world, and the underworld has the rules of the underworld. No matter how powerful someone is, if they change the rules rashly, they will be punished by both the Yin and Yang worlds.
From the sudden death of the goddess to Zhang Delong's illness, Fang Ming initially felt that this was the punishment between the yin and yang worlds, Zhang Delong was punished in the upper world, and the goddess was punished by ghosts in the underworld.
But the moment he saw Zhang Delong, he knew that his guess was wrong. The real cause of Zhang Delong's illness was not at all like this.
"This is a conspiracy, a conspiracy against Zhang Delong from beginning to end."
Fang Ming's voice was cold, and his face was livid for the first time. He was a little lucky that he finally relented and agreed to come with Zhang Quangen, otherwise how could he have seen this scene in front of him.
"I know you will be a lot confused when you hear what I say, but now is not the time to explain. I need something."
Fang Ming glanced at Zhang Quangen, then looked at Hua Mingming and Hu Rong, "Cinnabar, yellow paper, Zen incense, and the incense burner that the Hu family just bought should have some leftover. I need these things now."
Hu Rong nodded and said he would go back and get it now.
"Hua Mingming, go to the mountain behind the village and pick me a piece of bamboo. A bamboo about two meters high is enough. Don't peel off the leaves."
Seeing Fang Ming's serious expression, Hua Mingming originally wanted to refute that he was not here to be manipulated, but in the end he pouted and walked out of the room.
"As for you, do you have a hatchet at home?"
"have."
Zhang Quangen nodded. In an era when every household had gas, his family still burned coal, and even if it was coal, he was reluctant to burn it. On weekdays, he used firewood cut from the mountains behind to make tea and the like.
"You go and sharpen the hatchet now. When sharpening, hit the front three times and the back three times. Then spit on it and continue sharpening it. In short, spit on it every six times."
After Fang Ming finished explaining Zhang Quangen, his eyes fell on Zhang Delong. First, he slowly untied the chains on Zhang Delong's body, not caring about the unpleasant smell on his body.
After the chains were untied, Zhang Delong still remained in a comatose state. Fang Ming slowly helped him up, and then made him sit cross-legged. At the same time, he placed his hands in front of his Dantian, forming a meditating posture.
The difference is that Zhang Delong's hands are not stretched out flat. The middle finger and ring finger of his right hand are clasped in the palm of his hand, and his left and right thumbs and index fingers are bent together to form an OK gesture.
Although Zhang Delong fainted, his body was still very stiff. It took Fang Ming a lot of time to get into this posture, so after Fang Ming finished, Hua Mingming came back carrying four or five pieces of bamboo.
"Hey, what do you want to do when you sharpen the knife, old man? You don't know what Fang Ming did, do you?"
Zhang Quangen didn't have a whetstone at home, so he sharpened the knife directly on the bluestone ridge at the door. The bluestone has become extremely smooth after so many years of trampling. Although it is not as effective as a whetstone, it can be done as long as you find the right direction and strength.
It serves the purpose of sharpening knives.
"Stop being poor and come in quickly."
Fang Ming shouted directly, and then Hua Mingming came in carrying bamboos, threw a few bamboos on his shoulders to the ground, and said: "I don't know what the bamboo you want is like, so I just
Pick a few more, you should have what you need."
The four or five bamboos on the ground vary in size, but the longest is no longer than three seconds, and the shortest is no less than 1.5 meters.
"Come here and watch him. If there is any movement, call me immediately."
Fang Ming motioned Hua Mingming to stare at Zhang Delong, but when Hua Mingming heard this, he shook his head as fast as a rattle. Are you kidding me? If you get close to a person who has a tendency to go crazy and may wake up and go crazy at any time, you won't get past him even if you beat him to death.
"A gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall." Hua Mingming said plausibly.
"You are really standing under a dangerous wall when you stand at the door. I can tell you that the closer you are to him in this entire room, the safer it is."
"You didn't lie to me?"
Hua Mingming looked at Fang Ming with suspicion, mainly because before Fang Ming deceived him, he had previously deceived him into holding a rooster and shouting at the top of his lungs for a long time.
At that time, he really thought that he was very useful and that feelings were something that any outsider other than the Hu family could do.
"If you don't believe me, you can still stand there."
Fang Ming curled his lips, walked to the door, picked out one of the bamboos, and then took out a bowl from the cabinet in the room, plucked all the leaves from the bamboo, and put it in
into the bowl and chopsticks.
Seeing that Fang Ming really ignored him, Hua Mingming rolled his eyes a few times, as if he was considering the credibility of Fang Ming's words. After a while, he finally took steps towards Zhang Delong, but after
He stopped when he was still two meters away from Zhang Delong.
"Keep this safe distance. Even if he suddenly wakes up and goes crazy, I still have time to escape." Hua Mingming snorted lightly, staring at Zhang Delong at first, but it was inevitably boring as time went by, and finally cast his eyes on Fang Ming.
On the body, of course the peripheral vision will glance at Zhang Delong from time to time.
At this moment, Fang Ming put all the leaves into the bowl, then picked up a spoon and hammered the leaves, just like some pharmacists chiseling herbs.
Soon, there was bamboo leaf juice at the bottom of the bowl. Finally, when the bamboo leaves were chopped and fished out, there was about three centimeters of juice in the bowl.
Half an hour passed like this. When Hu Rong drove up again and arrived with a large bag of things in his hand, Fang Ming also stopped and finished what he was doing.
"Master Fang, I brought you everything you asked for."
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
Fang Ming nodded and shouted to Zhang Quangen outside the door, "Come in."
Zhang Quangen walked in with a machete. After more than half an hour, although the machete was not completely polished, it was much sharper than before. What's more, Zhang Quangen still used the hatchet all the time and it was quite sharp.
"Zhang Quangen, let me ask you, are you not afraid of anything to save your son?" Fang Ming looked at Zhang Quan and asked Shen Sheng.
"Um."
"Then if a tiger comes and wants to eat your son right now, do you dare to fight him with a hatchet?"
"dare!"
Although he was over sixty years old, at this moment Zhang Quangen still clenched the hatchet in his hand and replied without hesitation: "I dare, if it wants to hurt my son, it will have to take it from my body."
Step over."
"very good."
Fang Ming nodded, and then looked at Hu Rong and Hua Mingming, "I know you have many doubts in your hearts, and now I will tell you the truth about this matter."
"The reason why Zhang Delong became like this is completely a conspiracy, and this conspiracy was designed by the goddess."
Hearing Fang Ming's words, Hua Mingming and Hu Rong were not the most surprised. Zhang Quangen was the most shocked, because he had always regarded the goddess as his family's savior, and he deeply blamed himself for having caused the goddess.
But now, Master Fang in front of him told him that everything that happened to his son was caused by the goddess. This huge contrast made him unable to digest or accept it for a while.
"Don't worry, I will tell you the reason, but I believe that after I ask you a few questions, you will believe what I say."
Zhang Quangen's reaction was expected by Fang Ming, and he didn't care. He just asked in a deep voice: "First question, where is that midwife from? How long has she been in the village?"
"The midwife is a foreigner and has stayed in our village for more than half a year. During this six months, she has delivered dozens of babies not only to our village but also to pregnant women in other nearby villages. She has a very good reputation."
"Well, think about it carefully, did the midwife appear in your village after your wife was pregnant?"
Zhang Quangen thought for a moment and replied: "It seems to be true. I had never heard of that midwife before my wife was pregnant."
"Fang Ming, you mean that the midwife came to this village because his wife was pregnant, and the reason why she became a midwife was to deliver the baby to his wife later." Hua Mingming understood the meaning of Fang Ming's words and asked.
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"That's right." Fang Ming nodded and continued: "But I know that this alone can't explain anything, but if you recall carefully, was everything normal for your wife before giving birth? A normal pregnant woman, and one who often lives in the village.
The physical fitness of rural women who work in the fields is not bad. Under normal circumstances, some of them will encounter bleeding. What's more, it is such a coincidence that this midwife knows that there is a goddess who can save people."
Fang Ming had a sneer on his face, "Or think about it again, after your son survives, will the midwife still stay in your village?"
Zhang Quangen was stunned, because the midwife never appeared in the village again after that. However, because the midwife was a doctor established in the village health center at that time, the villagers didn't pay much attention to it and just regarded it as a family member.
Transferred to other places.
"Midwife, you, a man, can't go in when your wife gives birth, so you don't know what happened in the delivery room. And then you were too busy saving the child to observe your wife's body. I believe that the last funeral was also that of the goddess.
I’ll take care of it for you.”
"Well, the goddess said that my wife can't have a normal funeral, so she directed me to do everything from the coffin to the burial."
"So, from the time your wife died to the time she was buried, I believe you didn't have time to take a closer look at your wife's body, let alone know that although your wife died of hemorrhage, it was not due to hemorrhage during childbirth, but was caused by deliberate murder.
Hemorrhage, the murderer was the midwife."
"However, that midwife is just an accomplice. When your wife was pregnant, there was already a pair of eyes secretly staring at your wife. That person is the real mastermind behind the scenes, and that person is the one you respect extremely and feel guilty about.