Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 78 The funeral of the prefect’s family
The ghost was finally burned to death overnight by the excited villagers of Xiyue, while Lu Qi was buried with the ghost and died together in the sea of ​​fire.

When Lu Qi struggled to ask for help from them, Zhong Liefeng couldn't help but turned his head, only to see Jiang Fuyuan looking directly at the fire with an expressionless face.

He couldn't help but ask: "Don't you...don't you think this is wrong?"

"Isn't that right?" Jiang Fuyuan's dark pupils reflected the light of the fire, "Do you think Lu Qi shouldn't die?"

Zhong Lianfeng was silent for a moment: "Damn it, but if people do evil, they should be handed over to the government for punishment..."

Jiang Fuyuan chuckled: "Yes, if a person does evil, he should be handed over to the government, but is he still a human being? At most, he can be regarded as a coward."

Zhong Liefeng looked at the people around him with a complicated expression. Sometimes he felt that she was kind and righteous, would treat her step-son who was not related by blood tenderly, and would decisively help her when encountering difficulties. But sometimes he felt that her outlook on life was so different. A little skewed...

But no matter what she does, she can easily tug at her heartstrings.

Sensing his gaze, Jiang Fuyuan tilted her head: "What do you want me to do?"

You look good.Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Chi Xinsu who came over.

"Cizhan, the poisonous disease in the Xiyue villagers is indeed caused by this plague ghost." He stood between the two people without leaving a trace, "I just looked at the arms of several people, and the cancer has subsided."

At this time, Zhou Ping and several villagers also came over. At this time, she looked haggard, her eyes were red, but her expression was much calmer. She had obviously accepted the fact that A Niu was dead.

The lives of the common people are the most fragile, but also the most resilient, just like the weeds on the roadside, which cannot be cut down with a knife but cannot be burned away by fire.No matter how much pain life gave her, living people always have to move on. She still has a son to raise, and the days are still long.

Zhou Ping took the lead and bowed to Jiang Fuyuan and others: "I don't know if it was the fairy lady or the elder who neglected you before. We have tidied up two clean rooms and prepared some wine. If you don't mind, we will come to our Xiyue tonight." Let’s rest in the village.”

Chi Xinsu shook his head: "No, we have to rush to Bozhou City."

Zhou Ping was stunned for a moment, then she lowered her head and said shyly: "Does the Immortal feel that the food and wine are bland..."

Previously, all the valuable things in the village were used to pay rent and tribute. The food and wine for this thank-you banquet were collected from each family's wealth. Speaking of family wealth, it was just some farm food of pickled meat and vegetables, which was not very good. Get on the stage.

Seeing the uneasy expressions on the faces of the villagers, Zhong Liefeng explained: "We are here to learn about the strange things in Bozhou City. Your Xiyue Village is still some distance away from the city, and there are evil spirits causing trouble. I'm afraid In the city..."

Everyone fell into silence. Of course, the people in Xiyue Village knew about the flood that washed out many monster corpses in Bozhou City. If their own village was not experiencing life and death changes, the strange events in Bozhou City might be the topic of their after-dinner conversation. .

Zhou Ping knew that she couldn't keep them tonight, so she pinched her left hand with her right hand and mustered up the courage to make her request in advance at the dinner table.

"Xiangu, Xianchang, the evil spirit is dead, but Bai Lianzhen... the evil king is still alive. If one day another ghost comes out to harm people... I wonder if Xiangu and Xianchang can do anything to protect our Xiyue Village. Safety?"

She knew that what she said was very abrupt. To hire a Taoist priest in the Great Shun Kingdom would require paying a large amount of money for incense. However, Xiyue Village really had no money, so she could only shamelessly open her mouth and ask for it directly.

Wenyanchi Xinsu and the Taoist priest did not express their opinions. Of course, the Taoist palace has magic weapons that can shake ghosts and exorcise evil spirits, but they will not be left to a small village.

Jiang Fuyuan said: "The Itchy Ghost became strong only through your worship. You just need to worship the righteous gods and don't believe in gods you have never heard of."

Zhou Ping: "Then... I wonder who the main god the fairy worships is?"

Jiang Fuyuan: "Immortal Fuyuan."

Zhou Ping nodded: "Okay, then we will also worship Immortal Fu Yuan from now on."

Chi Xinsu, Zhong Liefeng, and the two Taoist servants: ...what if they agreed not to believe in gods they had never heard of?

Jiang Fuyuan showed a rare act of generosity to the sudden increase in believers. After leaving a dozen peace charms for Xiyue Village, they returned to the convoy and headed towards Bozhou City overnight.It was already noon when we arrived in Bozhou City, and the streets were still as lively as when Jiang Fuyuan came last time. People were walking in a hurry on the streets, shops and stalls were full of goods, and the sounds of the market could be heard in their ears.

Zhong Lianfeng: "Do you feel anything is wrong?"

Chi Xinsu also noticed something strange in the air. He calmly observed the pedestrians passing by and said slowly: "It's not right, they are too normal."

It stands to reason that with so many strange phenomena happening in Bozhou, people would be more or less panicked, but as they walked along, everyone in the city had a calm expression on their face, as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Fuyuan tapped the car window with her index finger and said softly: "And there are no young girls on the street."

After her reminder, everyone realized that in the huge city of Bozhou, they actually didn't see a young woman on the street.

Zhong Lianfeng frowned: "How could this happen?"

Jiang Fuyuan lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Let's go to the government office first. Maybe Mr. Zhai can give us the answer."

As the carriage drove into the street where the government office was located, a sad sound of suona came from far away and came closer.

The closer they got to the government office, the louder the sound became. When the carriage stopped, they were sure that the mournful music was actually coming from the government office.

Damn it, are they too late?

Several people looked at each other and quickly got out of the car and entered.

The front hall of the government office was as usual, and the backyard was covered with white streamers and white silk. The servants and maids were all dressed in plain clothes, wearing filial piety hats and linen clothes, with sad faces and tears.

Jiang Fuyuan grabbed an old slave who was bowing his head and weeping, and asked, "When did people disappear?"

The old slave raised his eyelids and glanced at her, then lowered his head and wiped his tears with his sleeves: "It's been three days... Oh, I didn't expect that at my age, I would have to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person..."

As he spoke, as an old slave of the Zhai family, he felt sad and sighed heavily: "The backbone of the Zhai family is gone, how will the Zhai family live in the future..."

The death of the prefect is a big deal, and the position of governor of a state cannot be vacant for a long time. Zhong Liefeng asked solemnly: "Has the imperial court sent someone new? Who is in charge of the government now?"

Hearing this, the old slave looked shocked: "The imperial court still cares about this? Will it send new people?"

"Why don't you care? It concerns the people of a state, and the imperial court will naturally take care of it." Zhong Liefeng patiently reassured him, "Don't worry, old man. Mr. Zhai is a good official. The imperial court will definitely send a prefect who is as diligent and caring as Mr. Zhai to take over the matter. State affairs.”

The old slave was even more shocked: "So my wife can't even be an official after she dies?"

Zhong Lianfeng: "What does being an official have to do with a dead wife... Wait, the backbone you are talking about is Lord Zhai's wife?"

The old slave slapped his thigh: "Of course, Madam is the backbone of our Zhai family. We must ask Madam for her opinion before we do anything big or small in our house."

He suddenly paused, looked up at Zhong Liefeng, and said expectantly: "Sir, can you tell the court that if you send another lady, send one who is as kind and capable as our first lady?"

Zhong Lianfeng:......

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