The old city god knew that Mr. was here early on.

He thought that maybe the gentleman looked at their strength, so he didn't rush to make a move.

However, now that the crisis has arrived, the old city god has no choice but to ask for help.

Chen Changsheng, who was outside the dilapidated courtyard, scolded in his heart when he heard this shout.

What's my business!?

Chen Changsheng was helpless in his heart, but he had blown out the before, so he couldn't do nothing, otherwise wouldn't it be exposed.

He didn't dare to say if he could stop the demon.

Now in such a situation, he can't care about thinking so much.

Chen Changsheng leaned out his divine sense and focused his spirit on the black qi.

But he never thought that his divine thoughts were condensed into a big hand several feet wide.

grabbed the black gas.

The black qi was tightly pinched by that hand, and there was nowhere to escape.

Song Zhishu was terrified.

"Boom!"

A sound came from the palm of his hand, and the black gas was instantly crushed, and he didn't even let out a scream.

Chen Changsheng's face was shocked.

The city gods who were present all widened their eyes and looked at this scene in disbelief.

When the great hand dissipated.

Where is there still the figure of the evil ghost, it has long been under that palm......

The soul is gone!

Chen Changsheng retracted his thoughts and came back to his senses suddenly.

His lips were slightly open, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

This demon......

Why can't you help but fight?

The magic sword in the old city god's hand dispersed, and the yin in the dilapidated courtyard seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and sat down one by one.

But in the middle of the sky, a piece of gravel floated down.

The old city god watched the gravel float towards Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng paused slightly in his heart, stretched out his hand, and caught the gravel.

"Buzz."

I saw that the gravel emitted a faint light and turned into a strand of hair.

'It's really something on my body......

Chen Changsheng frowned slightly, and suddenly felt a little strange.

One of his own hairs is so powerful?

It's unbelievable.

The golden body behind the old city god disappeared with it, and he floated down from mid-air and landed in front of Chen Changsheng.

"Little God, thank you Mr. Chen for your help."

Hong Sancai also walked out of the small courtyard with a group of errand parades.

"I've seen Mr. Chen."

Hong Sancai bowed his head and showed respect.

Chen Changsheng hurriedly put away the hair, hurriedly stretched out his hand to help the old city god, and said to the group of yin in front of him: "The old city god is polite, everyone is welcome." ”

Hong Sancai's gaze when he looked at Chen Changsheng had changed now.

Today, he can be regarded as seeing what an immortal means are.

The old city god said: "Mr. Chen, let's talk about it in another place." ”

Chen Changsheng glanced at the dilapidated courtyard and promised, "It's okay." ”

The old city god left here with Chen Changsheng.

Hong Sancai and a group of yin chauffeurs stayed to clean up the mess.

"Head, who is this gentleman?" Youcha asked.

Hong Sancai turned around and said, "You just need to know that Mr. Chen is a person that Lord Chenghuang doesn't dare to offend." ”

Everyone in the dark couldn't help but shudder when they recalled Fang Cai's palm.

Who dares to offend such a person!

And Hong Sancai thought in his heart: 'Is this Mr. Chen's way......

It's daunting.

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Chen Changsheng and Lao Chenghuang came to a teahouse in Qiuyuefang.

I chose a remote place and served two hot teas.

Lao Chenghuang took a sip of tea and said, "Thank you Mr. Chen for your help." ”

Chen Changsheng said: "Yes, since Chen is here, there is no reason to sit idly by. ”

The old city god didn't debunk Mr. either, he just thought that Mr. was testing them.

Old Chenghuang breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "The little god left such a bane in Qiuyuefang, it really shouldn't be, if it weren't for Mr., I'm afraid it would be a big mistake today." ”

Chen Changsheng said: "Chen has also heard about this evil ghost, speaking of which, this Song Zhiyuan is also self-defeating, and this old matter can be regarded as over." ”

After hearing this, the old city god couldn't help but say: "When he becomes a ghost, there is no room for things to turn around." ”

After hearing this, Chen Changsheng said: "Chen is a little puzzled, if Song Zhiyuan hadn't become an evil ghost, what would have happened to that Gao family's son?" ”

When the old city god heard Mr. say this, he naturally replied honestly: "Good and evil are rewarded, when he entered the Yin Division after his death, the mistakes he made in his life had to be repaid one by one, in fact, relatively speaking, he was swallowed by Song Zhiyuan, but he was cheaper." ”

"Cheap him?" Chen Changsheng asked.

The old city god nodded and said: "Take the previous crimes of the Gao family's son, after entering the Yin Division, he will be punished with eighty years of whipping, without stopping, and then he will be sent to hell, and he will not be able to live forever." ”

Chen Changsheng understood, nodded and said, "In this way, it is reasonable." ”

Good is rewarded with good, evil is rewarded with evil, and when you come to the city god, you should have clear rewards and punishments.

Speaking of Song Zhishu, in fact, it is reasonable to have revenge and revenge, but after his death, he is no longer humane, and ghosts and humanity have their own rules.

The grievances in humanity should be managed by the government, and the good and evil of the ghost road should be managed by the city god's yin.

Like Song Zhishu, it is already out of order.

Moreover, his biggest mistake was not actually to kill people, but to implicate too many innocent people in the Gao family, so he ended up like this.

"A thousand mistakes lie in people's hearts."

Chen Changsheng couldn't help but sigh and said: "If the yamen did things above board, the Wen family girl would not have died unjustly in the court, and Song Zhiyuan would not have reached such a point. ”

"The human heart is unpredictable."

The old city god sighed, added some tea for Chen Changsheng, and said, "Sir, don't blame me, the little god is the city god who only cares about the afterlife of people, and the little god can't do anything before he is alive." ”

Chen Changsheng smiled kindly and said, "Chen knows." ”

He just felt a little uncomfortable.

After all, there will be such dirty things everywhere, and who made this world look like this.

The old city god asked at this time: "By the way, sir, the little god has something to understand, what is the origin of the treasure made by Song Zhishu, why can't even the Heaven and Earth Sword be broken?" ”

"This ......"

Chen Changsheng thought for a moment, raised his hand, and showed the hair in front of the old city god.

"This hair is made of grit." Chen Changsheng said.

"A hair?"

"Not bad."

"Whose hair?"

Chen Changsheng replied: "If Chen says that this hair is mine, will the old city god believe it?" ”

Old Chenghuang glanced at his hair, then at Chen Changsheng, and he said, "Believe, how can you not believe it, but how did this hair get into the hands of that evil ghost?" ”

"I'm to blame for that."

Chen Changsheng said: "The last time I left Qiuyuefang, I stayed in that small courtyard for a while, maybe it was left behind at that time, and it happened to be picked up by that evil ghost. ”

The old city god said, "Is that so?" ”

Chen Changsheng actually still had doubts in his heart.

Why does one of my broken hair have such power?

It's incredible.

What puzzled him was not only the broken hair, but also the divine thoughts.

Chen Changsheng then asked, "Chen still has something to ask the old city god. ”

"Sir, excuse me."

"In this world, what realm can a monk reach after three years of cultivation?"

"Three years ......"

The old city god replied: "This little god is not very clear, but the little god has seen some accounts in a certain immortal book, saying that after entering the immortal path, it will take a hundred years to build a foundation. ”

He paused for a moment and was puzzled: "What is the gentleman asking about this?" ”

Chen Changsheng's face was calm, and he replied, "Just ask." ”

He quietly picked up the tea bowl and took a small sip.

It seems that my mind is not right.