"What!?"
"Quick, take down the memorial tablets of our ancestors!"
"The fire is too big, we can't go in!"
The fire had come out of nowhere. After all, it had rained two days ago, so the area around the ancestral hall was very wet.
The whole family immediately panicked. The funeral had not been settled yet, and the ancestral hall was on fire.
Many people were watching the show, but not many were helping to put out the fire.
"This is definitely retribution. I've always said that this family is hypocritical."
"That's right, the child is their only child. I heard they were going to get married in a year, but now they're gone. It's the same as cutting off their bloodline. Now that the ancestral hall is on fire, they can't even keep the ancestral tablets! "
Outside the house, the idle people began to point and talk among themselves. Many of them even mentioned some of the conflicts they had in the past.
"The fire is only in the ancestral hall. Not a single tile in the house beside it is black."
"Yeah, it seems like the heavens have opened their eyes and punished this family!"
"It can't be, the Wei family has always been kind. One winter when my family didn't have enough charcoal, they even gave me half of it. In the end, Elder Wei almost didn't survive the cold," a poor scholar said.
"What do you know? You may know a person for a long time without understanding their true nature. Many old masters like to give porridge to beggars, but aren't they still skinning the workers?"
The Wei family was covered in dirt and grime in order to put out the fire. They barely managed to keep a few of the ancestral tablets, but they were in such a sorry state that it was difficult to carry on with the funeral.
Elder Wei's face was covered in dust. He sat on the ground and listened to the people around him pointing at his family. His heart was filled with anger.
He was about to curse at the sky when the old woman suddenly rushed over.
"Are you crazy? Haven't you offended us enough? Can't you just shut your mouth? Do you want our whole family to suffer the same fate as our child!?" the old woman scolded.
Elder Wei was immediately speechless.
He glanced at the house, which was in a state of disorder, and at the neighbors, who were looking at him strangely over the low hedge.
He knew every single one of these neighbors, and he had helped every single one of them in the past …
It was fine if these people didn't believe him, but even his wife, who he spent all his time with, was doubting him, suspecting that he had done something outrageous.
Wei Zhuo's eyes immediately lost their luster.
He said no more.
He glanced at the coffin. Inside the pitch-black coffin lay a person whose face was even older than his own. That person was the child that he had painstakingly raised and had high hopes for.
He glanced at the other side of the short fence. That was the ancestral hall. The first thing he did every day when he woke up was to clean the ancestral hall. There were many people with the surname Wei in this street, but some of them had not stepped into this place to worship their ancestors for an entire year. Only he regarded the ancestral hall as the most sacred place, yet it was spotless.
Now, the ancestral hall was also pitch-black, burned like a black kiln.
He could no longer hear the voices pointing at him. He glanced at the monk who had walked in inexplicably.
For an instant, he saw the corner of the monk's mouth curl up. It was as though he was smirking and mocking him. It was as though he was saying, "You reap what you sow!"
"Who are you? Who are you? "Wei Zhuo suddenly stood up and questioned the monk.
The monk had already walked out. His pace was slow but he disappeared into the crowd after a few steps.
Wei Zhuo suddenly realized that the monk was not an ordinary person. His eyes were filled with anger!
That monk was one of God's incarnations!
He had openly confronted him.
He could not outtalk him, so he set fire to his ancestral hall!
Shameless!
He was no different from those bandits!
…
When night fell, the crowd dispersed.
The Wei family's courtyard was still in a bleak state. They were supposed to hold a dignified funeral, but their relatives and friends were afraid of being implicated and did not dare attend the funeral banquet.
Although his family did not say it out loud, Wei Zhuo could tell that they were blaming him in their hearts. He was the one who had made things so terrible. He was the one who had made everything so terrible.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Outside the house, there was a knock on the door. A young and handsome peddler stood in front of the door with a friendly look on his face.
"Aren't you holding a funeral banquet? Why isn't anyone here? Do you mind if I come in to mourn your son?" the young peddler asked.
Wei Zhuo sat there without a trace of vigor. He only nodded numbly.
The young peddler entered and after mourning for a while in the mourning hall, he walked out again.
There was only him and Wei Zhuo in the yard. The young pedlar smiled and said, "Old man, I sell everything here. Is there anything you need? Incense sticks, paper money? Of course, I know you have everything, but what I sell is different from the ones outside. For example, my incense sticks. Once lit, they can wake your child up, but when the incense sticks are extinguished, he will return. My paper money is even better. On the road to the Yellow Springs, it is inevitable that your child will encounter Reapers who will make things difficult for him. These Reapers will recognize these paper money and guarantee that your child will be reincarnated safely in Granny Meng's place."
"I won't believe your nonsense," Old Man Wei Zhuo said.
"What are you going to believe? I'm not going to keep you in suspense. I'm an immortal, an immortal who can fulfill the wishes of others. As long as you can give me something of equivalent value in exchange, I can get you anything." The pedlar smiled like a black cat in the middle of the night.
These words caused Wei Zhuo to raise his head. He studied the young peddler seriously.
"During the day, a rogue god cursed the heavens because of me and burned down our Wei Family's ancestral hall."
"I'm different from those hypocritical righteous gods. I only follow my own path," the peddler said.
"What can you do for me?"
"I can do whatever you want. Of course, the harder it is to fulfill, the greater the price you have to pay, "the peddler said.
"I have nothing left," Wei Zhuo said.
"Yes, you do. You have what I need the most, a kind heart that has been ravaged by the world … "the peddler said seriously.
Wei Zhuo looked into the peddler's eyes. The eyes were so dark that they did not reflect any light, but it was this special gaze that seemed to grant him some kind of power …
The pain in his chest was no longer important. He only cared about the suppressed anger in his heart.
He only cared about how to get justice!
… …
… …
Zhu Minglang and Wen Lingfei searched around Pingbo City.
Half of the people who showed signs of aging were people who had done great good in their lives. Even if they did not do anything worthy of praise, they were still praised by their friends and family, and the people in the neighborhood.
As expected, the evil immortal's target was the good cultivators.
He was not interested in the lifespan of ordinary people, nor the lifespan of evil people. He only wanted the lifespan of good people!
"These names should be close to the victims we are looking for. Next, we should look for the temple gods that record the merits of the mortals," Wen Lingfei said.
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