One person: Reborn as Huangxian, seeking the title of Feng Baobao at the beginning

Huang Miao's words were sincere and earnest, and it was obvious that he wanted to resolve the matter peacefully.

However, just as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew and overturned the table.

At the same time, cracks began to appear on the paper man, as if the paper man's body could no longer contain the increasingly powerful resentment.

Feeling the strong killing intent, Huang Miao's face turned cold: "I gave you a chance, don't be ungrateful!"

"die!"

The paper man suddenly went crazy, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes.

The unpleasant voice kept repeating the word "death", and at the same time, the paper man pounced towards Huang Miao without any warning.

"presumptuous!"

Huang Miao was really angry at this moment, and he suddenly pointed his finger at the paper man's forehead.

Everyone clearly saw a black shadow being forced out of the paper man in an instant.

The paper man fell to the ground as if it had lost its support, and the black shadow seemed to realize how difficult Huang Miao was, and actually began to fly towards the onlookers.

Huang Miao had expected this, and he shouted, "Tian Zhen, the door god statue!"

Hearing Huang Miao's words, Zhang Lingyu and Feng Baobao, who had been prepared, immediately spread out the door god statues in their hands on the left and right respectively and aimed at the black shadow.

In an instant, golden light flashed on the two door god portraits.

In this golden light, everyone could vaguely see two huge human figures.

The two men were wearing golden armor, one holding a single whip and the other holding a pair of maces.

"How dare you! The door god is here, don't be so presumptuous!"

The two majestic voices mixed together, making people feel daunted.

The black shadow seemed to be very afraid of the golden light. It shrank into a ball in an instant and floated quickly in the golden light.

Zhuge Qing and Sun Xuchen were more surprised than anyone else when they saw this scene, because they had brought these two door god statues back personally.

Who could have imagined that these two portraits would emit golden light at this moment, and that it seemed as if the door gods appeared in the golden light.

Zhuge Qing looked at the old smoker beside him in surprise. You know, these two portraits were taken down from the old smoker's door.

At this time, the old smoker put the pipe to his lips but forgot to inhale.

He seemed to understand something, his eyes widened, his face full of surprise, and his eyes revealed awe for Huang Miao.

A huge wave of emotion rose in the old smoker’s heart.

He had taken those two door god paintings off the door with his own hands. They had accompanied him for several years, and he knew a little about the secrets behind them.

However, he never expected that these two door god paintings could display such amazing power in the hands of others!
The two figures seemed to stand tall and upright, towering between the crowd and the vengeful spirits, forming an indestructible barrier.

Zhang Lingyu held up the door god statue, moved to Huang Miao's side, and asked in surprise: "Director, this door god portrait is so powerful?"

Huang Miao heard this and replied calmly: "How can this be called powerful? It is just a little divine power. The door god is not on the door, which means he is not in the position of god. He can only stand there at the moment. Otherwise, I will let you see how the two door gods teach this evil spirit a lesson."

Zhang Lingyu's eyes widened when he heard this.

The scene before him was shocking enough, but in Huang Miao's eyes, it seemed nothing at all.

At the same time, the black shadow seemed to realize that it could not get past the door god, so it turned around and pounced on Huang Miao again.

However, Huang Miao calmly lit a cigarette.

Just as the black shadow was about to pounce on Huang Miao, he suddenly blew a puff of smoke at the black shadow.

The moment the smoke touched the black shadow, the black shadow wailed in pain as if it was splashed with sulfuric acid.

Immediately afterwards, Huang Miao threw the cigarette butt onto the hay beside him, and underneath the hay was the prepared dry cow dung.

The hay was quickly ignited, and the dry cow dung underneath also began to burn, soon producing thick smoke.

Dry cow dung is not uncommon in the village as a burning material.

But when the smoke enveloped the black shadow, the black shadow actually dodged frantically, as if it was very afraid of the smell.

However, its retreat had been blocked by the gate god, and it had no way to retreat.

As the smoke of dry cow dung grew thicker, the shadow suffered.

Finally, Huang Miao slowly pulled out the peach wood sword from the red cloth.

Although it was made of peach wood, everyone seemed to see a cold light flashing on the peach wood sword.

Huang Miao cut through the smoke with a sword, and the peach wood sword pointed directly at the black shadow.

As if it had been greatly intimidated, the originally restless black shadow suddenly froze in place.

Huang Miao looked at the shadow calmly, then pointed the peach wood sword at the paper man on the ground: "If you re-enter the paper man's body now, I will think you still have room for negotiation. Otherwise, with this sword, I will turn you into ashes!"

There was no emotion in Huang Miao's voice, but at this moment, everyone couldn't help but feel a strong pressure.

It was as if behind Huang Miao stood a towering golden arhat, emitting a righteous spirit, and the golden light drove away all evil spirits.

As soon as Huang Miao finished speaking, the black shadow actually obediently drilled into the body of the paper man.

Then, everyone saw the paper man slowly stand up.

Huang Miao smiled knowingly when he saw this: "That's right. If you had done this earlier, you wouldn't have to suffer so much."

As he spoke, Huang Miao glanced at Wang Ye, who understood what he meant and immediately extinguished the flame on the dry cow dung, and the smoke slowly dissipated.

Huang Miao gently put the peach wood sword aside, folded his arms, looked at the paper man and said: "What do you think? This is your only chance, I advise you to think carefully. If you are a hundred-year-old resentful soul, not to mention me, even if a true immortal descends to the earth, he will be afraid of you. But you have only been practicing Taoism for twelve years. For the sake of the hard life of this family of five, I have not killed you. I can save you, get rid of your resentment, and then return to reincarnation. But if you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for being rude."

Huang Miao looked at the paper figure quietly, as if waiting for its response.

After a moment, the paper man seemed to have figured it out. He slowly stretched out a hand and pointed to the west direction of the river.

Huang Miao immediately realized that it was the wronged souls telling him the location of those missing people! This also meant that the wronged souls had finally surrendered.

Huang Miao nodded slightly, then turned around, picked up a bowl of water and brought it to Huang Niu's mouth.

Huang Niu lowered his head and drank by himself, as if nothing had happened.

"Since you are sincerely repentant, I will do what I say and save you today. I will get rid of all the evil spirit in you and hope that you will not suffer in your next life." As Huang Miao spoke, he scattered a handful of paper money into the air, then sat cross-legged and gently closed his eyes.

Waves of Buddhist chants came out melodiously from Huang Miao's mouth.

Although Zhuge Qing and the others did not understand a single word, they felt an inexplicable sense of peace.

At the same time, soft rays of light gradually emerged from the paper man.

As the light appeared, the black fog lingering around the paper man began to dissipate.

This scene lasted for a full twenty minutes. When the black mist on the paper figure disappeared, Huang Miao slowly opened his eyes. Then, Huang Miao looked at Zhang Lingyu and said, "Tian Zhen, light a fire and prepare to burn the paper figure."

Zhang Lingyu nodded immediately and started a fire on the firewood that had been prepared long ago.

At this moment everyone held their breath for fear of disturbing Huang Miao.

They were shocked by what was happening, but they couldn't explain it. Zhuge Qing was particularly shocked.

When Huang Miao and Wang Ye were trying to retrieve the corpse, Zhuge Qing felt that nothing would surprise him so much again.

But everything that happened now made Zhuge Qing realize how ridiculous his previous thoughts were.

As the firewood was lit, a ball of fire illuminated the riverside.

The door statue had disappeared without a trace at some point, and in Feng Baobao's hand it looked ordinary and nothing special.

At this time, the old smoker walked towards Feng Baobao and took the two door god statues from her.

Under Feng Baobao's puzzled gaze, the old smoker muttered to himself: "Old buddy, thank you two for your hard work..."

Seeing this old man talking to the two door god statues as if they were brothers, Feng Baobao's face was full of confusion.

But before she could think deeply, Huang Miao's melodious voice came again.

"Yellow ox, yellow ox, be obedient and keep heading west without looking back. After you cross the Yangguan Road and walk across the Naihe Bridge, don't linger on the Yinhe River!" Huang Miao said as he patted the old ox on the head.

Then he looked at the paper figure and said, "Okay, let's go. The body will be buried in the ancestral tomb..."

At this moment, the paper man was obviously much calmer, and he nodded slightly in response to what Huang Miao said.

Then it walked towards the fire step by step.

When the paper man stepped into the fire, he was instantly surrounded by flames.

The green smoke from the burning paper man curled up to the sky, and the endless tobacco seemed to connect heaven and earth.

At this moment, Zhuge Qing and others were surprised to find that there seemed to be five translucent figures looming in the green smoke.

An old man, a middle-aged man, a woman, an old lady and a child. They stood in the air holding hands and gradually dissipated with the smoke.

Just as they were about to disappear, several figures bowed gently to Huang Miao with smiles on their faces.

But before he could raise his body, he slowly disappeared along with the green smoke.

Zhuge Qing stood there in a daze, his eyes fixed in mid-air. Even though those figures had disappeared, he still couldn't come back to his senses.

"Director Huang, what happened to this old cow?" Sun Xuchen's exclamation suddenly sounded in Zhuge Qing's ears.

He woke up as if from a dream and looked towards the source of the sound in confusion.

I saw Sun Xuchen standing next to the old cow, while the old cow was lying on the ground, motionless.

Sun Xuchen was naturally full of worries, fearing that he would not be able to explain to the villagers.

After all, in the eyes of these villagers, a cow is an extremely valuable asset.

Huang Miao heard the noise, lit three incense sticks and inserted them next to the old cow.

"Don't worry, the old cow is going to show you the way. When these three incense sticks are burned out, it will wake up."

"Show the way? Director Huang, what do you mean?" Feng Baobao asked curiously.

Huang Miao patiently explained: "The souls of these five people were entangled with each other due to resentment, forming resentful spirits.

I have removed their resentment and now their souls must go to the underworld.

But the road to the underworld is not easy to travel, so when someone in the family dies, people usually make a yellow cow out of paper.

It’s too late to make paper cows now, so let the old cow go there himself.

The underworld does not accept the souls of old cows. They are guides on the road to the underworld and will lead the souls to the right place. "

"Director, does the underworld really exist?" Feng Baobao asked again, but Huang Miao did not answer directly.

"If you believe it, it exists. If you don't believe it, it doesn't exist." He glanced at Feng Baobao calmly and changed the subject.
"Get the fishing boat ready. It's time to set off. The missing people are in the direction pointed out by the vengeful spirit just now."

Hearing this, Zhuge Qing immediately perked up and temporarily stopped caring about other things.

The biggest pressure for them at the moment is this case.

Both the municipal government and the National Security Office are under tremendous pressure and are eagerly awaiting good news from them.

From Huang Miao's words, Zhuge Qing heard that the missing person should still be alive, which was undoubtedly good news for him.

So he immediately ordered the investigators to prepare the fishing boats and prepare to search for the missing people under the leadership of Huang Miao.

Huang Miao looked at the bones on the ground not far away again, and asked Xia He with some concern: "Director Chen, have you found the ancestral grave of this family?"

Xia He nodded and confirmed: "Director Huang, don't worry, we have found it. But when is the most appropriate time to bury it?"

Huang Miao glanced at the time and said to Xia He, "We can bury the body tomorrow morning. But please note that this family of five died in the river, and there will be no descendants to take care of the ancestral grave.

Before burial, you must clean up the grave thoroughly. The weeds on the grave and the trees around it must all be cleared away. No matter what, the dead are the most important, and this must be taken seriously. "

Xia He quickly agreed.

At this moment, Huang Miao felt a gaze again.

He followed his line of sight and found that the old man was still sitting on the rock, looking over here.

Huang Miao was puzzled, so he called Zhuge Qing to ask, "Team Leader Li, who is this old man? What's his name?"

Zhuge Qing thought about it and shook his head: "Director Huang, I really don't know how to answer your question.

Not to mention me, even Sun Xuchen, who has been dealing with the villagers, doesn’t know the old man’s name.

The villagers call him the old smoker."

"Old smoker?" Huang Miao frowned when he heard this. He suddenly remembered that he was not unfamiliar with this name in his previous life.

I just didn't expect to meet him in Xiangyun Village. No wonder he looked familiar when I first saw him.

At this time, the old smoker seemed to notice that Huang Miao was talking about him, so he walked over cautiously.

"This...leader..." He looked at Huang Miao with awe in his tone.

Huang Miao asked calmly, "Old smoker, what's the matter?"

The old smoker had no idea that Huang Miao already knew his identity. He just pointed at the two door gods in Zhang Lingyu's hand in astonishment and said, "Was it really you who summoned the door gods to appear just now?"

Huang Miao smiled and nodded to confirm: "Yes, thank you very much.

After you go back, just stick these two door gods on the door, no need to replace them with new ones. During festivals, burn a few incense sticks and worship them. "(End of this chapter)