Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 36 Asking Heaven in a Dream
After the thunder struck, Zhao Quansheng's body was completely charred, his limbs were stiff and he lay on his back, completely lifeless.

Xiaopang was afraid that the thunder would hit him if he didn't have eyes, so he carefully hid behind Jiang Fuyuan, only sticking out half of his head to observe the charred corpses on the ground.

"Is he dead? Why doesn't he have a soul?"

Granny Amaranth guessed: "Were they scattered by thunder?"

Looking at the black pile on the ground with disgust, Jiang Fuyuan glanced at the bronze tripod in front of the palace.

Back then, the two of them burned incense in front of the bronze cauldron and warned Heaven. She had clearly agreed with God that Zhao Fist would strike him with lightning if he was being careful.

It's been chopped now, why did it happen so late?
[God, are you lazy too? 】

As if she heard what she was thinking, thunderclouds rolled in the sky. After some preparation, several purple to black thunders fell from the sky one after another, hitting the scorched corpses on the ground with precision.

When the thunder and the smoke dissipated, there was no protrusion of the human body on the ground, only a black trace.

He was directly struck by lightning, shattering his bones and scattering ashes.

Xiaopang and Granny Amaranth were dumbfounded.

Is God so angry?

Only Jiang Fuyuan shrugged his shoulders and generously expressed his acceptance of God's remedial measures.

[Forget it, who told me to have a lot of it? 】

Turning around and returning to Sanqing Hall, she glanced at the messy hall, turned to Granny Amaranth and said, "How big of a statue do you want?"

Granny Amaranth:?
"If you can still ask for compensation from Yama, let him compensate you with a new house."

As she spoke, she began to plan the site for Bailong Temple: "This will be the main hall, and there will be a few more wing rooms next to it..."

When she heard that she was asking the Lord of Hell to push Bailongguan to rebuild the earth temple for herself, Grandma Amaranth quickly waved her hands and said, "No, no, no, I only need a clay body..."

That's the Yin Emperor!Speaking of which, I am still his subordinate... Who dares to ask his immediate boss to compensate him!
"You like clay bodies? Then ask Yama to find you some Penglai Immortal Earth? I heard that stuff is helpful for cultivation."

Granny Amaranth: "...Then let's rebuild the Earth Temple."

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After returning to Jingcun to tell Black and White Wuchang about their compensation requirements, Jiang Fuyuan and Xiaopang chose to go home first.

After all, it is not her job to return the good gods to their thrones and to imprison all ghosts. There is no need to interfere in everything. She is not here to be a mother.

Only the two bastards in the family are qualified to call her mother.

I went out early in the morning and came back at dusk.

From a distance, Jiang Fuyuan saw two small figures squatting at the door of his house.

"The eldest baby, the second baby——"

After looking at the ugly ghost for a day, and then looking at the two soft and cute cubs, Jiang Fuyuan felt that her eyes had been cleansed.

"Auntie—Xiao Bai misses you so much—" Xiao Zai's eyes were bright and he ran towards her on his short legs.

Hugging the little cub with one hand, and holding the big cub who was following him with the other hand, staring at him with shining eyes, Jiang Fuyuan smiled and gave a big kiss to each of the two little faces.

"Let's go, grandma will make egg custard for you!"

Ke Mingbai stretched out his little hands and hugged Jiang Fuyuan's neck, blinked his big eyes and said, "Mom is so tired, let's let the little fairy do it for us."

He doesn't want to eat black and hard egg custard anymore...

"The second baby is so good, he feels sorry for grandma~" Jiang Fuyuan happily rubbed her forehead against the baby's soft little face, making him giggle, "Okay, let the little fairy do it!"

Xiaopang, who has also been busy all day:...

Okay, who made him the little god of Zaizai?
On the hillside a hundred meters away from Ke's house, two men in armor were riding on horses, watching Jiang Fuyuan and others enter the house.

The wooden door completely isolated the figures one large and two small, and the tall man's eyes darkened.

The shorter one said: "Sir, are you really not going to see them? If you don't go this time..."

The tall man was silent for a long time, then slowly shook his head: "No, everything goes as planned."

After saying that, he pulled the reins in his hands, and the horse changed direction according to the guidance of the reins.

The slightly shorter man also followed his movements, pinching the horse's belly, and the two big black horses kicked and walked towards the opposite direction of the Ke family.

When he was about to walk out of sight, the tall man turned back and took a deep look at the house on the hillside.

【wait for me. 】Jiang Fuyuan, who was happily enjoying the hot custard in the house, felt an inexplicable tremor in her heart.

"Mom, why don't you eat?" Xiao Zai asked with a spoon in his mouth.

The strange feeling passed away in a flash. Jiang Fuyuan just thought it was because he was too tired today, and smiled and rubbed the little boy's dull fur.

"It's okay, let's eat."

After eating and drinking enough, Jiang Fuyuan received two small constant-temperature pillows tonight at the strong request of her two Zaizai.

The familiar bed was soft and comfortable, and her nose was filled with the scent of Zaizai's milk. Before she knew it, Jiang Fuyuan had fallen into a deep dreamland.

She knew she was sleeping, so when a hand kept pushing her and persistently shouted "wake up", Jiang Fuyuan got up and became very angry.

【You better be fine! 】

At this moment, Jiang Fuyuan, who was more resentful than Li Gui, opened his eyes and glared at the "culprit".

A little old man looked at her with a smile: "You finally woke up."

"Who are you."

We can't blame Jiang Fuyuan for not respecting the elderly. Every person who is exhausted from running and jumping from dawn to dusk will not be able to maintain his appearance if his sleep is interrupted.

If she didn't curse on the spot, it would be considered her good deeds.

The little old man still smiled: "I just helped you during the day, why do you turn your back on me and refuse to admit it?"

【help me? 】

Jiang Fuyuan frowned and looked at him, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

She hesitated and said: "You can't be a god..."

"Hush." ​​The little old man smiled kindly, "The secret must not be revealed."

Jiang Fuyuan followed Shan Ruliu: "Oh."

Only then did she have the time to look around.

A blank, or nothingness.

She said a little disgustedly: "Why do you live here?"

He glanced at the little old man again and continued to dislike him: "Why do you look like this..."

The little old man followed her example and sat down cross-legged, curiously asking: "What do I look like?"

[Just like an ordinary little old man. 】

Jiang Fuyuan didn't say it, attacking other people's appearance is not a good behavior.

She just felt that even a ghost in Yu Qingchi knew how to change his appearance to make himself look better. He was such a majestic person, so why didn't he have an appearance that was more in line with his identity?
The little old man didn't seem to care whether she answered or not, and just sat quietly beside her.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Fuyuan felt a little bored and asked, "How long will it take for me to wake up?"

The two zaizai were still sleeping with her. She didn't want to give them the impression that "grandma likes to sleep in".

The little old man turned to look at her: "Life is like a dream, you will wake up when it's time to wake up."

【...What do you mean? 】

Jiang Fuyuan looked at the little old man's face and was silent for a moment, then asked: "Do you know that I am not from this world?"

The little old man smiled and said nothing.

"Then do you know how I should go back?"

This time the smile on the little old man's face paused and he said slowly: "There are 36 levels in the sky, and each level has its own countless small worlds, thirty thousand sub-realms, thirty thousand middle realms, thirty thousand upper realms, and thirty million. Chongjie..."

He lowered his eyelids and didn't know where to look: "We are just a small part of the world. We can go up and down, and down..."

He stopped talking.

Jiang Fuyuan closed her eyes, her heart swelled heavily.

She probably understood that the plane of her original world was higher than this world, so she would pass through here due to some chance.

Because of this, she can't go back.

(End of this chapter)