The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 30 Wealth and Poverty, Nobility and Lowliness
It took Feng Ling an hour to teach Zhang Dan the entire "Thunderbolt Technique" and guide him through the basics.

Afterwards, Zhang Dan offered to use part of Xu Banxian's estate to help rebuild the destroyed houses of the villagers near the ancient well. After Feng Ling relayed this message, everyone excitedly began construction.

"Within 20 to 40 meters, a new house should not face an old well to the south or north. If it faces north, misfortune is likely to occur in the household; if it faces south, a bachelor will be born into the family!"

"The new courtyard should be sunny and not shaded by trees. If you see a tree inside the house when you enter, there will surely be weeping in the house, and the wife and children will never see each other!"

"The trees in the new courtyard should not be too numerous or have large roots. Otherwise, not only will the family be prone to discord and breakup, but it may even shorten lifespan and cause permanent separation between the living and the dead!"

As more than a hundred villagers from Gujing enthusiastically rebuilt their dilapidated houses, words of concern came from the withered old man who was walking around. The old man was Feng Ling's clone.

"Thank you so much, old lady!" Seeing the withered old woman's enthusiastic guidance, the villagers, who were sweating profusely from exhaustion, thanked her repeatedly and worked even harder.

What a bright and sunny day! We've finally weathered this crisis without any real danger.

Bathed in the warm sunshine, everything seemed to have returned to normal.

However, it is worth mentioning that after the incident with the ghost spirit, the petty quarrels between neighbors completely disappeared, and the villagers became more united.

That's about it, it's time to leave!
"The scene is so prosperous, I can rest assured!" Just then, a gentle breeze blew in his face, and his white hair fluttered. Ling Weiyun silently turned around and walked slowly out of Gujing Village.

On the way back, I passed by several noisy places again, but no one greeted me.

Upon closer inspection, one realizes that the old man is seemingly illusory, taking light steps, his two wooden old legs moving lightly off the ground, each step eerily covering a distance of three meters.

Aura suspended in mid-air, a Nine-Turn Ghost Spirit Master!

Indeed, after subduing the level 10 Ghost Spirit Child, Ling Weiyun's clone has successfully advanced to the ninth level, and even his main body has broken through to the eighth level! From this point on, Feng Ling can be considered to have fully entered the level of advanced Ghost Spirit Master.

As Feng Ling approached the village, he bumped into Zhang Dan, who was coming towards him. With a sudden thought, he broke free from his mysterious state, allowing Zhang Dan to perceive him.

"Senior..." Looking at the old figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, Zhang Dan's face was full of respect. At the same time, he was also extremely shocked and confused: He clearly did not see anyone come just now!

"Zhang Dan, before I depart, would you mind being introduced to a disciple?" Ling Weiyun's eyes held a deep smile, which startled Zhang Dan.

disciple?

Zhang Dan was excited. He never dared to imagine that he would one day become a master!

"The son of the Li couple has quite good potential and is interested in becoming their apprentice! You should seize this opportunity..."

The aged voice echoed in the air for several breaths, but there was no one in front of him.

"The Li couple...are they Little Li?"

Zhang Dan's tone was filled with doubt. He still remembered the scene when Xiao Lizi dragged the Li couple home and wouldn't let them enter the Banxian Temple.

It was during that time that Xu Banxian learned from him that a thieving old Taoist priest had come to Gujing Village!

"Take care, senior!"

A choked voice came from behind, but Feng Ling, who was walking away, did not respond. He pondered to himself, "Zhang Dan and that young Li are destined to be together. It wouldn't be bad if they became master and disciple! Besides, in a way, a disciple is like a biological child. If Zhang Dan were to take young Li as his disciple, perhaps the grief brought by Master Xu would be lessened!"

A short while later, they returned to the thatched hut.

Feng Ling took out the Kunpeng Luoshen Diagram that had saved his life and examined it carefully for several hours, eventually discovering its various uses!

"This Luoshen Painting is truly profound and can be considered a great treasure!" Feng Ling exclaimed with deep emotion. The greatest mystery of this painting lies in the sealed space contained within it!

Last night, Gui Lingzi was absorbed and sealed by the power emanating from this sealed space.

"Let's see first what exactly that guy implanted into my mind..."

As Feng Ling pondered, he put away the Kunpeng Luoshen Diagram, entered his sea of ​​consciousness with his inner vision, and carefully opened a seal formed by the power of ghosts and gods.

Boom!! A series of image fragments, accompanied by a complex mix of emotions, surged forth!

There is anger, resentment, hatred...

In an ancient city, an old man and a young man, dressed in rags and looking disheveled, wandered the streets.

Although it was a memory, Feng Ling could still sense that the old man must have been seriously injured and was on the verge of death.

"Please, please, give us, master and disciple, a leftover meal!" A man who looked like he came from a wealthy family walked out of the restaurant. The beggar-looking boy rushed over and hugged his leg, pleading and crying, "We only have this one copper coin left, it's been seven days..."

"Hiss! Awooo, awooo..."

The boy's words were cut short. A more agonizing sob followed, a heart-wrenching cry that brought tears to the eyes of all who heard it…

"Get out of here, you lowly beggar, you're disgusting! Damn it, you still won't let go, huh? I'll kick you to death... I'll kick you to death..." A voice filled with disgust and rage came from the rich man. Seeing that he couldn't shake his leg off, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly used his other foot to kick the crying boy hard in the stomach.

The poor beggar boy was only skin and bones, and had been suffering from hunger and cold for several days. How could he withstand such a beating?
After only three kicks, the beggar boy collapsed to the ground, clutching his bleeding stomach and letting out heart-wrenching cries of pain.

"You dare to get my clothes dirty? I'll beat you to death today! You lot, what are you doing?!"

The man's eyes were filled with malice, showing no remorse or guilt. Instead, he ordered several burly men behind him to punch and kick the boy again.

Such an unsightly scene left passersby angry but unable to speak out. They all turned their eyes away, unable to bear watching, and then, knowing better, hurriedly left.

It can be said that: "I'd rather sweep the snow from my own doorstep than care about the frost on someone else's roof!" As a result, not a single person kindly stopped it, which shows how cold-hearted people are!
"Stop hitting us! Stop hitting us! We just want a few copper coins...to have a decent meal..."

The dying old beggar struggled to his feet in agony, throwing himself between the crowd to shield the dying boy with his frail body.

"Pah! Another beggar? Why didn't you say so earlier? I have plenty, I'm here to help you poor beggars! Come on, hurry up and bring me a few sacks of copper coins!"

The man gave a mocking laugh, his eyes filled with disdain as he looked at the two people wailing in agony.

At his call, the men immediately understood, took the stack of gleaming gold notes from the man's hand, and turned to walk towards a money exchange.

"Young Master, we've found what you asked for!"

A short while later, several burly men returned to the man's side, carrying seven or eight large burlap sacks, panting heavily.

"Damn it! Are you all stupid? Why aren't you smashing it for them? Smash it hard, smash it all the way! That's the only way to help these two poor bastards!"

The man cursed angrily, and several burly men hurriedly did as he was told. With shouts and yells, they hurled seven or eight heavy sacks, each the size of a sandbag, at the bewildered old man and the young boy!
"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out...

The dying old beggar, to save the boy, willingly used his own body as a shield. However, the old man himself breathed his last…

"Crash!"

One by one, the bags burst open, scattering ugly, smelly copper coins all over the ground.

Looking at the old man and the young man buried under several large bags of copper coins, the man and his companions burst into mocking laughter.

Passersby only glanced at it before shaking their heads and leaving; it was truly an eyesore and an ear-piercing sound!
Are the poor and destitute destined to live a lowly and wretched life, subject to the amusement and trampling of others?

Prince and general, would you rather have a kind?
You can look down on us; you can laugh at and insult us; but why beat and harm us? Why?
"Cuckoo..."

Hot blood gushed out, gradually staining the pile of copper coins, which resembled a small mound of earth, red.

It seemed that the stench of the copper coins was somewhat masked and diluted by the rich stench of blood.

"To brutally beat and harm my teacher... this is an irreconcilable hatred! And this is the one thing... absolutely unacceptable!"

Looking through the square coin holes, all one could see were men and their companions leaving with mocking and sneer expressions.

The beggar boy stopped crying, clutching the warm corpse tightly to his body, a deep-seated hatred flashing in his bloodshot eyes...

The video then cuts off.
"Is this why you love money so much?" Feng Ling sighed softly.

Everyone has their own helplessness and stories, whether good or bad, and sometimes it's really hard to draw conclusions rashly.

Feng Ling was deeply moved and murmured, "A great Taoist master survived a great calamity, only to be insulted and killed by a pile of copper coins... How tragic and lamentable!"

As Feng Ling pondered "who," his expression suddenly changed. With a loud shout, the wooden door opened automatically, revealing a bewildered figure outside.

"Sir, what brings you to this sigh? May I come inside for a chat?"

"Guests are welcome, please make yourself at home."

Before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind blew by, and the wooden door closed automatically again, revealing a kind-looking elderly man in his sixties in the room.

The old man and Feng Ling sat facing each other, their two invisible auras clashing fiercely in the air.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely oppressive!

Tenth level? Feng Ling sensed the other party's cultivation level and, while secretly on guard, couldn't help but wonder what this person's intentions were!
Every time a creature hatches, it's a new beginning...

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages and saints offer you a pure land for your souls.

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