"It seems that this is it..." Zhao Fan's heart was trembling. At this moment, no matter how strong his concentration was, he could not be as calm as Zhishui, because after peeling off all the stone skin wrapped around it, there was a streak coming from it. The message was integrated into his soul.
Order of life and death.
If you are facing evil, it is better than the deterrent of the evil-killing pen, because it is originally the object of the judge in the underworld. When a ghost sees the life and death order, it is like a prisoner on death row seeing the bullets of a gun!
In addition, another function of the Life and Death Order is more domineering than the Great Luo Wusheng Curse.
It’s called Sentence!
When facing an enemy, if the other party has done even a small amount of evil, a sentence can be pronounced, and its strength will be weakened by at least 30% based on the size of the evil deed. If someone has committed such heinous crimes, their strength will be reduced to only one out of ten with just one sentence!
On the contrary, if anyone has good deeds and meritorious deeds, he can still be sentenced and his strength will be increased by 30% at least. For those who have great good deeds, it can be doubled!
Not only that, it can also make the target's good deeds offset the evil done by pronouncing sentences.
Sanctions and benevolence coexist.
This object is one of Zhong Kui's three treasures, the Order of Life and Death, the Ghost-killing Whip, and the Seven-Star Evil Sword.
This order of life and death, which punishes evil and promotes good, comes first!
After Zhao Fan accepted the inheritance message, the life and death order in his hand was as light as a feather, as if he was holding a ball of cotton. This can only happen when a divine object recognizes its owner!
After Shenxiu came to his senses, he gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "Brother Zhao, congratulations. As the saying goes, everyone who meets you has a share, but there is only one life and death order, so how about you treat me to a feast in ten cities?"
"..."
Zhao Fan rolled his eyelids and said speechlessly: "Now food is taken as a city?"
"If it weren't for the trouble of traveling, I would take the country as the unit." Shenxiu rubbed his stomach and said angrily: "The village chief is really unscrupulous. We sat outside for so long and didn't even mention giving us anything to eat. Now, I’m so hungry that my chest is touching my back.”
"Okay, after the fellow sufferer comes over, we will understand the situation and then go look for food." Zhao Fan smiled helplessly. If I remember correctly, we had breakfast less than two hours ago.
Next, he first bowed to heaven, then took out the "Secret Records of the Heavenly Master" and "The Creation" from the Jialan Sumeru jade and bowed to these two collections. Then he took off his left shoe and bowed too. Bowed.
This shoe guided him to Guangling in Yangzhou, which had such a great fortune, so he had made great contributions. This blessing was blessed by God and the heavenly masters of all ages, so he must worship it.
Finally, Zhao Fan bowed three times to the collapsed Judge's Temple. After all, this opportunity was directly given to him by Zhong Kui, so he couldn't be disrespectful.
Shenxiu looked on with envy. He also wanted to have such an opportunity to worship, but it didn't fall on him. As a Buddhist, he was not from the same family as Zhong Kui, so there was no reason to worship.
The two waited near the ruins of the Judge's Temple for nearly half an hour.
The bolt and the pillar finally arrived, their stomachs were full, and they saluted Zhao Fan while burping:
"Master, we made an excuse to go to the toilet, so we had a chance to sneak out and keep you waiting."
"Yes, I have to rush back later to carry the coffin and circle the village three times, so I won't be able to stay long before I have to go back. I'll make a long story short. If you are satisfied, please give us some advice on what to do."
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Zhao Fan nodded calmly and said: "Then why are there still ink marks? Let's talk about it."
"Yes." Shuanzi swallowed his saliva and said: "The thing is like this, about half a month ago, a yellow-skinned chicken came to the village... ah no, Huang Taixian caught several chickens and ate them. Then The village chief, my uncle Li He, organized people to set a trap and caught Wong Tai Sin."
Zhuzi was afraid that the master would be dissatisfied if he stopped talking, so he took over the topic and said, "That Huang Taixian was wedged to death by my uncle with a pickaxe. After that, strange things happened one after another. The old widow in the west of the village went crazy and lay on the bed. He was talking nonsense at the well, all of which we couldn't understand, and he jumped into the well that night and died."
"Did she have a share in catching Huang Pizi?" Shenxiu wondered.
"have."
Shuanzi introduced: "Because she lost the most chickens, the cooked food in the trap was made by the old widow. This was not over yet. The next day, our uncle curled up and lay on the ground, saying that he was dead. It was so miserable and so on. While he was talking, he hit his head against the wall without feeling the pain. He was taken to the hospital and died before dawn. And the uncle was the one who dug the trap..."
Zhu Zhu added: "From that time on, everyone knew that Huang Daxian was really evil. They quickly buried his body in a grand manner. The coffin, tombstone, etc. were more grand than any previous funeral. What's behind this Everything was calm for ten days. Just when we all thought the matter was over, my cousin Yan'er had a car accident outside. It was so tragic. The wheel hit her neck, leaving only her head and body. The skin is peeling, and the eyeballs are hanging out."
He shuddered.
"It's my turn!" Shuanzi said in a hurry: "The evil of Huang Taixian is here again... The whole village fell into panic. When my uncle was preparing to take care of Yan'er's funeral, Mr. Ge came to our village."
"Who is this Mr. Ge?" Zhao Fan interrupted and asked.
Zhu Zhu was salivating as he described it: "Mr. Ge is our divine man in Guangling. Almost everyone knows about him. It is difficult for big and wealthy people to invite him to their homes. Whether he accepts business or not depends entirely on his mood."
He paused and then said: "Let's take an incident. There is a family in Chenci Village next door. Their surname is Liu. They have been poor for five or six generations. When there is a severe drought in farming, their business loses money. They rely on low income every year. At that time, Old Liu Tou died, and it was Mr. Ge who wrote the disaster list and chose the shady house. In the third year after that, Old Liu Tou's grandson was admitted to a prestigious university, and Old Liu Tou asked his son to grow garlic in a dream. As a result, the price of garlic soared that year, and his family immediately turned around, building a small western-style building and buying a car.”
"Let me tell you something too."
When Shuanzi was about to express himself, Zhao Fan waved his hand to stop him and said: "Okay, let's pick the key points." Shuanzi had no choice but to return to the topic and said: "Mr. Ge told my uncle that if you can trust him, this will be a waste of time." He had full authority to take charge of the matter, and the person who died was not the real Yan'er. After all the things were done, Yan'er would return safely. None of us young people believed it, because when we went to claim the body, no matter whether it was clothes or Her face, ID card, and mobile phone are all hers, including the red mole on her chest. Who else could she be if it weren't for her? But Mr. Ge is so magical and famous that my uncle is convinced of it."
"Wait a minute." Shenxiu asked suspiciously, "Donor Yan'er has a red mole on his chest. How did you two know about it?"
Shuanzi and Zhuzhu raised their fingers and pointed at each other, saying in unison: "He told me!"
Immediately, they lowered their heads in embarrassment and admitted that they had peeked at their sister taking a shower out of curiosity.
"Brother Shenxiu's focus is really strange." Zhao Fan couldn't help but smile, and asked the brother in trouble: "Is the yellow-skinned corpse in the coffin the one that the village chief wedged to death with a pickaxe?"
"Yes." Shuan Zi said with lingering fear: "Mr. Ge asked us to dig it, and then my uncle gave us the task. When we dug the grave, we almost died of fright. That Wong Tai Sin was not even dead. His head was The wounds on his body have healed, and his eyes are wide open as if he were still dead."
Zhao Fan knew clearly in his heart that if the dead yellow-skinned man had truly entered the Tao, he would not have fallen into a trap and waited to be killed. Therefore, it was not qualified to be called an "immortal" and was just an outright ordinary yellow-skinned man.
The weird things happening in the village are definitely not retribution, but revenge!
If his guess is correct, there is a real Wong Tai Sin behind it, and it is closely related to the dead one.
As for Mr. Ge, he was probably with Wong Tai Sin. Zhao Fan even suspected that he was not Chu Hei, but the disciple of Wong Tai Sin. Under the guise of doing some errands, they built a plank road to cross Chencang secretly.
Having understood the general outline of the matter, Zhao Fan nodded and said, "Let's stop talking here. You can go back, so as not to be suspected later."
"Grandmaster!"
Shuanzi and Zhuzhu knelt on the ground anxiously, begging one after another: "I haven't given any advice yet..."
"The widow is not pregnant with your son. Just tell her directly. If you continue to make trouble unreasonably, just wait until the child is born and go to the hospital for a paternity test."
Zhao Fan looked down at the two brothers in distress, and said in an understatement: "It is even easier to buy a house with all the money gambled away. The underground casino has been sealed, and your old classmate has slipped through the net for the time being. He is hiding at home and living in panic. Go to his house within five days, bring more people with you, and tell him that he will either be reported by you or pay back the money. Remember not to be too late. If you miss this time, he will go to jail."
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