Every day in the world, people die and new lives are born, which is a kind of reincarnation. Wang Hao, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, could not explain the theory that people form ghosts and reincarnate after death, but it is recorded in the Qimen classics that they are overtaken by evil ghosts and cross them into reincarnation. There are good people and bad people, but they can all be reincarnated after death. The past life and this life are just one life, and there is a difference between good thoughts and evil thoughts.

In addition to leaving good memories on the way to study, Xiao Zhang's life was unsatisfactory after stepping into the society. After death, he didn't want to be reincarnated because of resentment, but in the end he got a tragic result of being scattered.

The cold wind whimpered through the room. On the messy ground, Zhou Xiaopang was holding Jingjing who fainted in his arms, Wang Hao sat on the ground and reached out to pick up the copper coin, with a faint sadness in his eyes. In his eyes, Xiao Zhang's soul dissipated and turned into a little dust and passed away with the wind. He could have done better, he could have resolved Xiao Zhang's resentment and crossed her into reincarnation, but there is cause and effect in the dark, and this may be Xiao Zhang's life.

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The autumn rains of October bring coolness, and the early morning sky is obscured by thick dark clouds, which makes people's otherwise happy holiday a little more depressing. Wang Hao, who was originally rain or shine, somehow didn't go downstairs to exercise today. Zhou Xiaopang stayed at his house last night, and was sleeping with his head covered in bed at this time.

Sitting on the windowsill alone, looking at the quiet and comfortable community receiving the baptism of autumn rain, his heart was unusually calm. may have successfully solved the affairs of Zhou Xiaopang's family, or perhaps this bitter autumn rain also baptized his soul.

Glancing back at Zhou Xiaopang, who was a little heartless, a smile appeared on the corner of Wang Hao's mouth, he got up and came to the desk and took out Wang Lao's codex from the drawer, sat on the chair and looked at it to himself.

Although he has read this somewhat yellowed codex countless times, the outside is a pure leather cover, and the paper inside is also very thick, Wang Lao's handwriting is a little sloppy, but every word is so precious in Wang Hao's eyes. Every time he looks at it, Wang Hao can always realize something from it, including Wang Lao's life diary, the methods used to deal with various events, and some peculiar spell formations.

After looking at it for a while, Wang Hao remembered the iron box that contained the codex. When I had nothing to do, I took out the iron box from the table cabinet, and in addition to "Qimen Dunjia", there were other charms, formations, Kanyu and other books. At the bottom of the book, there is a stack of more than 20 letters from the king.

Picking up the letter and looking at it casually, what surprised him was that there were more than 20 years of more than 20 letters among the more than 20 letters, all of which were letters of greeting to good friends of Wang Lao. Looking at it, Wang Hao couldn't help but miss the third grandfather, it has been six years since the death of the third grandfather, and Wang Hao will return to the village every July. One is to sweep the tomb of the third grandfather, and the other is to visit the uncles and aunts in the village.

I sighed in my heart, time is like flowing water, and before I know it, six years have passed. I've grown up and can take charge on my own. Looking at himself in the mirror next to the desk, Wang Hao smiled and continued to fiddle with the letter in his hand.

One of the letters caught his eye, the sender of this letter was surnamed Gu, and the date was only more than two months after Wang Lao's death. Picking up the letter, Wang Hao thought about it and pulled out the letter, there were two pages in it.

At a glance, Wang Hao couldn't help but be overjoyed. The previous page said that the writer was from the Mai faction, and he had been looking for Wang Lao for many years, and the two factions had some grievances in the past, but they have been resolved. This letter to Wang Lao is also because they were a traitor back then, and the most important thing is that they may have important clues about the traitor, and I hope that Wang Lao can get together if he has time.

I don't know if the third grandfather replied to the other party, thinking back to the state of the third grandfather at that time, it is estimated that even if he saw the letter, he was also powerless, since he could keep it in this iron box, he must want to let himself see it.

At the bottom of the letter, Mai Gu Shangren was signed.

Putting down the letter, Wang Hao kept the address and name firmly in his heart, and accepted the indoctrination of Wang Lao's righteous thoughts since he was a child, and he had long hated the traitors of the sect. Moreover, now that Elder Wang has passed away, the task entrusted to him is not only to carry forward the righteousness, but more importantly, to clean up the portal.

Just as Wang Hao was thinking, his mother's shouts came from outside the door!

"Xiao Hao, get up, eat!"

"Got it, Mom." Replying to the door, Wang Hao put away the letters and books and put them in the iron box, Xiaopang also woke up from his sleep at this time, and glanced at Wang Hao sitting at the table with a worried look.

"Brother Hao, why are you so early?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and eat, don't you have to go to the hospital in a while..."

After solving Xiao Zhang, the Zhou family can be regarded as peaceful. However, Wang Hao's ears are no longer peaceful. Especially Zhou Xiaopang, who was like a fly, buzzed around Wang Hao and kept asking.

Jing Jing is okay to say, after she fell into a coma that night, her father was knocked down the stairs, but people are not a big deal, but they have always been worried about this matter. Wang Hao and Xiaopang sent Jingjing and Lao Lin home, and under Wang Hao's coercion and temptation, Lao Lin could only remain silent.

And Xiaopang has been asking all day what the key spell Wang Hao gave him at the end is.

"Chubby, you won. It's not that my brother doesn't want to teach you two tricks, but this thing can't be done in a day or two, and it also requires talent, talent, do you understand? ”

On this day, it was already the fifth day of the seven-day holiday, and the Zhou family and his wife were well recuperated in the hospital, while Zhou Xiaopang was responsible for the redecoration of their home. Of course, with such a difficult task, where would he let go of such a free coolie as Wang Hao. Although the redecoration is done by a decoration company, it is indispensable that the two of them have nothing to do to wander around, and they are busy in the west, and they have every spare time a day.

"Brother Hao, in fact, I am also extremely talented, I have a smart mind and do things quickly, and I can understand it at all! Hehe, otherwise, I'll worship you as a teacher..."Zhou Xiaopang has been talking about this more than 100 times around Wang Hao in the past few days, but Wang Hao knows that Xiaopang is really not that material.

I couldn't bear it anymore, so Wang Hao waved his hand helplessly. "Gotcha, gotta gotcha. Chubby, the talisman I gave you that day was our killer feature! It's also the strongest spell I can make at this stage. It's..."

The Burning Sky Talisman, an extremely powerful spell, is devastating to the evil things. At the beginning, Wang Hao made this spell and used it as a last resort.

Unexpectedly, things have developed to the point where they have to use it. With his current ability as a third-grade physiognomy master, this is already the most powerful spell.

After explaining to Xiaopang, in order to dispel him from being extraordinary, Wang Hao handed over a set of health preservation methods to Xiaopang, and lied to him about the basis of entry.

The result is good, the happy little fat almost didn't kneel down directly to give Wang Hao a bow to the teacher!