Chapter 1055： Earth Temple God

"what!"

"Quickly, take down the spiritual position of the ancestors!"

"The fire is too strong to get in!"

The fire came extremely suddenly. After all, it rained two days ago, and the surroundings of the ancestral hall were very humid.

The family panicked immediately. The funeral had not been dealt with, and the ancestral hall was still on fire.

There are many people watching the excitement, but not many helping to fight the fire.

"This is Tie's retribution, just say that their family is very hypocritical."

"Yes, children are their only seedlings. I heard that they will be married in a year. As a result, now that the people are gone, it is equivalent to weaning off children and grandchildren. This ancestral hall is on fire again, and the spiritual position of the ancestors and ancestors cannot be kept!"

Outside the house, idlers started to point and talk, and many people even cited some of the previous contradictions.

"The fire burns the ancestral hall, and there is no black tile in the next room."

"Yes, it seems that God has opened his eyes and punishes this family!"

"Well, the Wei family has always treated people kindly. One winter my family didn't buy charcoal. They even gave me half of it. As a result, Old Wei almost couldn't stand the cold winter by himself." said a poor scholar.

"What do you know, knowing people, knowing the face and not knowing the heart, many masters still like to give porridge to beggars, but they are not peeling workers' skins."

All of a sudden, the family of Wei surnamed in order to put out the fire, and they were so ashamed that they could barely keep a few spiritual positions, but they were already embarrassed and unable to carry on the funeral.

Old Wei's face was gray. He sat on the ground, listening to the people around him pointing his family, making him more angry.

Just as he was about to curse at the sky, suddenly the old lady rushed over.

"Are you crazy, we have not suffered enough offense, can't we close your mouth, do we want us to be condemned by the gods like children!" the old lady cursed.

Old Wei suddenly dumbfounded.

He glanced at the messy house, and then at the neighbourhoods outside the hedge that looked at him with weird eyes.

He recognizes each of these neighborhoods, and each of them has received his favor...

These people don't believe in themselves and forget it. Right now, even the wife who gets along with them all day and night doubts about themselves, suspecting that they have done something that hurts the world.

Wei Zhuo's eyes suddenly lost their look.

He no longer speaks.

He glanced at the coffin. In the dark coffin lay a man with a face older than himself, and that man was a child who was raised with hard work and had high hopes.

He glanced at the other side of the hedge. There was the ancestral hall. The first thing he did every day when he got up was to clean the ancestral hall. There are many people with the surname Wei in this block, but some people have never stepped into it for a whole year. After visiting the ancestors here, I can only regard the ancestral hall as the most sacred place, but it is spotless.

Today the ancestral hall is also completely black, burnt like a black kiln.

He couldn't hear the pointing sound anymore. He glanced at the monk who came in inexplicably.

For a moment, he saw the corner of the monk's mouth rise up, as if he was a little proud, a little ridiculed, as if he was saying, everything is your own making!

"Who are you? Who are you?" Wei Zhuo suddenly got up and asked the monk.

The monk has already walked towards the outside. He walked slowly, but disappeared into the crowd in a few steps.

Wei Zhuo suddenly realized that the monk was extraordinary, his eyes were full of anger!

That monk is one of the incarnations of God!

Openly confronted him.

He could not say about himself, so he set fire to his ancestral ancestral hall!

Shameless! !

What is the difference with those officials and bandits!

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After nightfall, people dispersed.

The Weijiawuyuan was still bleak. Originally, a funeral was to be held in a decent way. As a result, relatives and friends were afraid of being involved and did not dare to come to the funeral.

Although the family didn't say anything, Wei Zhuo could see that they complained against him in their hearts. It was himself who made things so unbearable, and he made everything so bad.

"Boom boom boom~~~~"

Outside the house, there was a knock on the door, and a young and handsome shopkeeper stood in front of the door with a friendly face on his face.

"Isn't it hosting a funeral? How come no one comes to eat, don't you mind if I come in to mourn the lord?" the young shopkeeper said.

Wei Zhuo sat there without a trace of expression, but nodded numbly.

The young man came in, mourned in the mourning hall, and walked out again.

There were only him and the old man Wei Zhuo in the yard. The young man had an unobtrusive smile and said: "Old man, I sell everything here. Do you need anything? Incense candles and paper money. Of course, I know you all The equipment is quite complete, but what I sell is not the same as the ones outside. For example, my joss stick can wake up your child once it is lit, but when the joss stick goes out, he will go back again. My paper money is more It’s a good thing. Your child is on Huangquan Road, and it is inevitable that you will encounter ghosts who make things difficult for him. These paper money, ghosts recognize, to ensure that your child will go to Mengpo’s reincarnation in peace."

"I won't believe these nonsense things you said," said the old man Wei Zhuo.

"Then what do you believe? I won't sell it to your old man. I am an immortal, an immortal who can realize what others want. As long as you exchange something equivalent, I can get anything for you. "The shopkeeper laughed, like a black cat at midnight.

These words made Wei Zhuo raise his head, and he looked at the young trader seriously.

"During the day, a rogue **** cursed God because of me, and burned the ancestral hall of our Wei family."

"I am different from those hypocritical righteous gods, I can only do my own way." Shopkeeper said.

"What can you do for me?"

"I can do what you want in your heart. Of course, the harder it is to achieve, the higher the price you have to pay." Said the shopkeeper.

"I have nothing left." Wei Zhuo said.

"Yes, you have. You have what I need most, a kind heart that has been ravaged by the world..." The shopkeeper said seriously.

The old man Wei Zhuo looked into the eyes of the shopkeeper, UU read www.uukanshu. The eyes of com are so dark that they never reflect the slightest brilliance, but they are also such a special look, as if they have given him some power...

The pain in his chest didn't matter at all, he only cared about the suppressed anger in his heart.

He only cares about how to get real justice back!

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Zhu Minglang and Concubine Wen Ling checked in Pingbo City.

About half of those who have found symptoms of aging have done great good in their lifetime. Even if there is no feat worth praising, they are praised by relatives, friends, and neighbors.

Sure enough, the target of evil immortals is good cultivators.

He is not interested in the life of those mediocre people, and even less interested in the life of the wicked, what he wants is the life of the good!

"These lists should be very close to the victims we are looking for. Next, we will find the temple gods who record merits for mortals." Wen Lingfei said.