"The symptoms of poisoning and aging are very obvious. Please distinguish between the two. We are looking for those who die of rapid aging," Zhu Minglang said to the officer.
"Sure, that's not difficult," the officer agreed without hesitation.
"Then we will go to other cities to take a look. We will discuss with you later," Zhu Minglang said.
… …
After leaving Pingbo City, Zhu Minglang and Wen Lingfei went to Yuexia City in the south. Yuexia City was one of the main cities of Immortal City. This time, Zhu Minglang didn't go to the yamen. Instead, he went directly to the victim's home.
Following the address, they found the victim's house. A funeral was being held in the house. The sound of the suona could be heard throughout the street.
Wails and cries could be heard from the courtyard walls. It was heart-wrenching.
As soon as Zhu Minglang and Wen Lingfei walked in, they saw an old man beating his chest and stamping his feet. He was crying, cursing, and complaining at the same time.
"Damned God, you took away my child just like that. I've been a vegetarian all my life, and I've never touched a single chicken, duck, fish, or fish. I've never done anything that goes against my conscience. I've done this for the sake of the safety of my children and grandchildren, and I hope that they can receive a trace of God's favor … You're good, you can't see my painstaking efforts, and you even took away my child's life. If you have the ability, take me away as well. I don't care if it's the Heavenly Court or the Underworld, I'll ask you face to face, why, why!!!!" The old man's curses never stopped.
There was a saying that gods were watching from above. This was not just empty talk among the people of Immortal City.
Those who cursed the Heavens would be punished by the Heavens if there was a god nearby!
As expected, the sky above the house where the funeral was being held was covered by a thick cloud. To ordinary people, it was a cloudy day. However, to Zhu Minglang and Wen Lingfei, there was a god above the cloud.
This god didn't send down a lightning bolt to strike the person who cursed to death.
With a shake of his body, he turned into a young monk on the street. He concealed the divine radiance on his body and pretended to be a monk who was passing by to relieve the soul of the deceased. With just a few words, he blended in with the loss.
Zhu Minglang and Wen Lingfei saw all this but didn't say anything. They looked at each other to see how this god would deal with this matter.
"Old man, cursing to the Heavens like this is damaging to Zude. The child has already passed away. You should at least let him rest in peace and let him leave with dignity." The monk walked over and comforted him.
I can swear to the Heavens that the child I taught is simple and kind. He would never do anything that offends the Heavens and reason. The people outside said that my child and I are not as good as each other and have done evil things behind their backs. It's impossible, absolutely impossible. Even if I die, I won't let my child suffer such injustice. I can confront the Heavens and swear that if the rumors outside are true, the Heavens will take my life right now! "the old man said.
"Even a kind-hearted person can encounter unexpected misfortune," the monk said.
"No, no, no. If it was an unexpected misfortune, I wouldn't have any complaints. But look at my child. He died so miserably, so ferociously. It's as if he was cursed by the Heavens. Our family values Zude. There hasn't been a single bad person in the past few generations. An Immortal has personally blessed our character. Our descendants must not suffer such a curse! "the old man insisted.
This old man clearly understood Heavenly Dao Laws as well.
Zhu Minglang raised his head and looked at the ancestral hall of this family. He found that there was a faint purple Qi floating above their ancestral hall. This meant that the old man wasn't lying. Their family valued moral character and often did good deeds.
This was a family that did good deeds. Moreover, the young man who died seemed to be on the path of Benevolent Cultivation.
"Benevolent Cultivation?" Zhu Minglang suddenly fell into deep thought.
He was also half a benevolent Cultivator.
This dead child was considered a benevolent Cultivator in the mortal world. His cultivation was just shallow.
"Wen Lingfei, were there any other benevolent Cultivators among those who died?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Now that you mention it, there were. I remember that a Demigod was a benevolent Cultivator. He was about to achieve enlightenment, "Wen Lingfei said.
Zhu Minglang took out the information book and flipped through it again.
He discovered that among the cultivator victims recorded in the records, many of their life records were enough to be eulogized and praised.
They had either slain an evil dragon, controlled a flood, or prayed for the people …
That Evil Immortal didn't randomly target people!
His targets were mostly people on the path of Benevolent Cultivation!
No wonder he would target him.
No wonder he would trigger the Heavenly Sentinel Execution.
He stole the lifespan of those who were benevolent Cultivators!
Those who were benevolent Cultivators had the hardest time cultivating. The Heavens couldn't give them many things before they became Gods. At most, they could protect their families from illness and curses. It was only a small probability of protection, not absolute safety.
As for the Evil Immortal …
He specifically targeted those who were benevolent Cultivators!
For those who were benevolent Cultivators, the Heavens couldn't wait to give them more lifespan, yet they were still robbed by the Evil Immortal.
No wonder the Heavens gave him a death order to execute him!
"Come, let's go back to Pingbo City and take a look. The government office should have some records of their lives. If most of them were benevolent Cultivators, it means that the Evil Immortal didn't randomly target people!" Zhu Minglang caught hold of an important clue.
"Mm, maybe we can arrest him before he commits another crime!" Wen Lingfei nodded.
The two left the house where the funeral was held.
However, the old man was still cursing, and the more he cursed, the louder he got!
"Old man, why didn't you listen to our advice? Everyone has their own destiny. You should restrain your grief and conduct the funeral properly. Don't curse like that," the God in the form of a Buddhist monk was a little anxious.
The old man didn't listen, and kept cursing the Heavens.
This deity had probably just been appointed not too long ago. It felt like the first day of a new official's appointment, someone had put up a black banner in front of the government office. At first, the deity tried to persuade the deity to leave, but when he failed, it was inevitable that he would use his power.
The Buddhist monk had obviously lost his patience.
Even if a mortal had done something virtuous, it didn't mean he could curse in front of him.
He was cursing the Heavens, and the neighbors were watching. If in the future, when these people encountered something that did not go their way, they would point at the Heavens and curse at the statues of the gods. Then, there would be no need to talk about faith and divine might.
The Buddhist monk saw that the old man didn't stop, so he cast a spell, and then began to observe coldly.
"Oh no, the ancestral hall is on fire, the ancestral hall is on fire!"
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