It rained last night, and the weather was very cold, but it was convenient to preserve the two corpses.

The Wushen Temple has a history of hundreds of years in Hengcheng, and the rich gentry and local tyrants in Hengcheng will donate a donation every few years to repair, so the Wushen Temple has gone through hundreds of years of wind and rain, and it looks similar to the time when it was first built, and it is even more magnificent.

There are monks chanting and participating in meditation in the temple, although the temple is in the downtown area, but in the red bricks and green tiles, it is a rare tranquility.

Wang Lun led people to knock and beat all the way, and walked for nearly an hour before he walked to the Martial God Temple, and when he was still dozens of meters away from the Martial God Temple, the people hired by Wang Lun spontaneously stopped.

People who do white things always feel that they have nothing to do with ghosts and gods, and they are unlucky, so it's better not to disturb the gods in the temple easily.

There was no mourning music, and the voices of the people gradually lowered, and when they got closer, the chanting in the temple came out.

The dense Sanskrit sounds, which seem to be chaotic, but not upsetting at all, are the mantras of the past life recited for the transcendent dead.

Wang Lun listened to the chanting sound, and somehow he was a little uneasy, and when he walked to the door of the Martial God Temple, he hesitated, and refused to step in.

"Boss Wang, what's wrong?"

The person next to him asked in a whisper, Wang Lun's back was a little cold, but he still said calmly: "It's okay!" After speaking, he stepped into the Martial God Temple.

Entering the gate of the Martial God Temple, there is a large open space, and a huge bronze tripod is placed in the center of the clearing, and incense is enshrined in the tripod all the year round.

In front of the bronze tripod is a boxy pool, in front of the pool is carved with the three words "merit pool" in regular script, pilgrims come and go, there is nothing to do like to throw some money into it to accumulate merit.

Wang Lun walked there, hesitated, and casually threw seven or eight pieces of ocean into it.

When the ocean entered the water, there was a thumping sound, and when he heard this sound, he felt a little calmer in his panic.

Others didn't see how much money he threw in, only heard the sound of knock, and said in his heart that this boss Wang is really interesting, he is here, he is not in a hurry to see his son's corpse, but is interested in doing good deeds here and accumulating blessings.

Bypassing the merit pool, Wang Lun walked into the godless temple, and the first thing he saw was the statue of the martial god holding Fang Tian's halberd and glaring angrily.

The Martial God Statue had just been repaired two years ago, and Ji Zheng was sent away at that time, and the Qiao Family Medical Center and the Ji family took the lead in raising a large amount of money to reshape the golden body of the Martial God.

Now this statue of the martial god looks really majestic, Wang Lun did not dare to look at the martial god, turned his head to look around, only to see the dense monks sitting there chanting the Buddha, did not see where the corpse was, was puzzled, a monk got up and walked in front of Wang Lun, clasped his hands and saluted him: "The donor is here to find the old man?" ”

"It's not an old man, it's my son!"

Wang Lun shook his head, the monk didn't say much, and stretched out his hand to signal Wang Lun to go back with him.

Wang Lun followed, I don't know how this martial god temple was built, after entering the back from the main hall, the chanting sound was completely isolated, and only quiet and peaceful.

Behind is the meditation room of the monks in the temple, the monks who sprinkle and sweep the place are cleaned very clean, not stained with dust, and only then do you really have the feeling of "Buddha Gate Pure Land" when you come here.

The monk took Wang Lun to a meditation room facing the Zhengwu Temple, and there were several guards of the Su family guarding the door, and the monk who led the way stepped forward and saluted, pointing to Wang Lun and introducing: "This is the father of the king benefactor, come to claim the corpse." ”

The nurse nodded and pushed the door open: "Boss Wang, please!" ”

"Amitabha, the donor, please mourn, the poor monk retires!"

The monk comforted and turned to leave, and the courtyard stood outside the door with a gun on his back and no longer looked at Wang Lun.

After the corpse stopped here, its body was covered with a white cloth, and Wang Lun didn't see Wang Zhigao's appearance, only a pair of bloodstained soles.

That was Wang Zhigao before he came to Hengcheng, he personally bought it.

It was only at this time that Wang Lun had a little sense of reality, and his son, who had been raised for more than 20 years, died and could no longer live.

No matter how cowardly Wang Zhigao is, no matter how he is not angry, his body is also his own flesh and blood flowing with blood, and his heart is not made of stone, how can he not be touched at all?

Wang Lun's throat was a little choked, and he walked into the meditation room and stood next to Wang Zhigao's corpse for a while before reaching out to uncover the white cloth.

The monks in the temple helped him change his shroud and pretend to be a corpse, but his neck fell like that, and he couldn't recover at all, so his head was still crooked, and the bloody neck bone was also poked out hideously.

His eyes were wide open, as if they were about to roll down from their sockets, and he still didn't bat them.

Wang Lun's hand trembled, the white cloth fell, and Wang Zhigao was covered again, but his appearance of not blinking his eyes was still deeply engraved in Wang Lun's mind.

Wang Lun's heart trembled, his eyes were unconsciously red, and after a while, his fat and bloated body hugged Wang Zhigao awkwardly, and a sad and sincere wail came out of his mouth: "My son! You died such a miserable death! ”

It's really miserable.

Not only is it not blind to death, but it cannot be buried in the ground after death, and even the corpse has to become a tool to be used.

Wang Lun wept bitterly, and his tears wet the white cloth and leached out a water stain.

After a while, he straightened up and made up his mind to let the guards who were guarding outside come in and help him carry Wang Zhigao's body out.

"Ji Zheng killed my son, my son will not be blind to death, as long as I Wang Lun still has a breath, I will definitely make him pay for his blood debts!"

Wang Lun stood in the main hall of the Martial God Hall and said categorically, the monks all stopped, and said in unison: "When is the time for retribution, good and good!" ”

Those who have escaped into the empty door pay attention to the emptiness of the four major ones, and do not advocate such a bloody and violent solution as a tooth for a tooth and a life against life.

"My son's tragic death, it was Ji Zheng who was the first to be evil, the way of heaven is a good cycle, and all this should be deserved by him!"

Wang Lun drank vigorously, his momentum at this time was very high, and when others saw that he could be so righteous in front of the statue of the martial god, they couldn't help but believe that although this boss Wang sometimes does not do things properly, he is indeed sincere to this son.

Everyone turned their heads to each other, and Wang Lun was about to carry Wang Zhigao's body out to find Ji Zheng for justice, when an old lady with gray hair and plain clothes suddenly rushed over from the crowd and slapped Wang Lun: "Brute!" Don't even let go of your own son, you brute who kills a thousand knives! ”

The old lady scolded her head and face, and her saliva splashed with excitement.

The slap was extremely hard, the fat on Wang Lun's face was trembling, and others were also startled by the loud slap.

Wang Lun covered his face and looked at the old lady in disbelief, and then whispered coldly: "Old thing, why are you here?" ”

"Old thing?" The old lady repeated the title, then pointed at Wang Lun's nose and scolded angrily: "Beast, I am your mother!" ”

This reversal came a little quickly, and everyone was dumbfounded.

This old lady turned out to be Wang Lun's mother? Hasn't Wang Lun made a lot of money over the years? I dress like a dog, why do I wear my own mother so badly?

Everyone was puzzled, and the old lady rushed over and hugged Wang Zhigao's body, crying bitterly: "My poor grandson! My grandson! Why did you just go like that! What are you going to do with me, an old woman! ”

The old lady cried hoarsely, and the old tears were all over the place, and she was watching the play next to her, and she couldn't help but have red eyes when she listened to it.

The relationship between this old lady and Wang Zhigao seems to be really good.

Wang Lun was scolded by the old lady as a 'brute', and his face was a little unbearable, but with so many people watching, he couldn't have a seizure, so he could only suppress his temper and say: "Mother, Zhigao was killed by Ji Zheng, the second young master of the Ji family, I was about to go to him to seek justice, get out of the way, don't stop me from doing business!" ”

"Justice? Brute, don't you really know how my grandson died? ”

The old lady glared at Wang Lun with a cold face and viciously, her cloudy eyes burst out with an elite cold light, which looked particularly intimidating in the Martial God Temple. Get out of the way, don't get in the way here! Lao Tzu said that he was killed by Ji Zheng, that is! ”

Wang Lun said that he wanted to lift the old lady away, but the old lady held Wang Zhigao's corpse and cried bitterly: "Brute, my grandson was tied up in the western suburbs camp by Zhao Deshan's man, it is obvious that he deliberately wanted to harm my grandson, you don't go to him to settle accounts, but you frame people with him without evidence, you let my grandson die and will not be at peace!" ”

The old lady looked thin, but her strength at this time was surprisingly large, the two of them were inseparable for a while, Wang Zhigao's body was also pushed and shaken, and several nursing homes carrying corpses were a little unable to stand, the scene was chaotic for a while, and seeing that it was about to get out of control, someone screamed in horror.

The sharp screams pierced the eardrums of everyone present, and the chaos stopped slightly, and everyone looked at it, and their hairs immediately stood on end.

Wang Zhigao's head fell.

The broken neck punctured the flesh on the back of his neck, but there was still a large piece of flesh sticking to the front, and it stands to reason that his head would not fall off.

But just after such a push, his head fell off.

This is ...... It's so weird that it makes people's backs tingle.

The people who watched the excitement all withdrew from the Martial God Temple, and Rao is Wang Lun was also frightened and took half a step back.

Because Wang Zhigao's head fell to the ground and rolled a few times to stop, he happened to be facing his direction, and Wang Zhigao's eyes happened to be staring at him.

Wang Lun's heart was beating wildly, but the old lady stumbled over, picked up Wang Zhigao's head, and patted his head like crazy to comfort: "Don't be afraid, grandson, grandma is here, grandma will protect you, don't be afraid." ”

The old lady's hair was messed up in the process of pulling, and at this moment she was sitting on the ground holding Wang Zhigao's head, how weird it looked.

Wang Lun was about to scold the old lady for putting Wang Zhigao's head back, but the old lady suddenly raised her hand to stroke Wang Zhigao's wide-stared eyes, and murmured extremely gently: "Grandson, tell grandma, were you killed by that person named Ji Zheng?" If so, you can close your eyes with peace of mind, grandma will give up this old life, and she will also help you take revenge, okay? "Please keep in mind: Lily, URL mobile version, Lily free fastest update no anti-theft no anti-theft.