"Dao Chief, have mercy on me! Give me something to stutter. ”

"Dao Chief, I have a light here, why don't you want it? Aren't you lying......"

"Dao Chief, I beg you to be merciful......

"The Taoist ......"

Holding a quaint oil lamp, Yuan Qingwei strolled over, ignoring the people around him, his sleeves fluttering, but he could always avoid those who came forward to ask for help, and finally he stopped in front of an old farmer with a broken oil lamp.

"What do you want?" Yuan Qingwei looked at the old farmer, dressed in tattered linen clothes, and the dense patches told the difficulties of the family, he looked at Yuan Qingwei with some fear, and responded with some expectation: "My lord, I want to ask you to take Niuniu in, my Niuniu is very obedient... Diligent and discerning... As long as you give him a bite to eat..."

Saying that, this old farmer who looked seventy or eighty years old was just taking a child next to him who was obviously malnourished, and his little face was smeared with yellow mud, and he couldn't see the male and female children kneeling down, Yuan Qingwei helped him up and sighed: "You don't have to be like this." Those two are your sons! ”

Yuan Qingwei looked up at the two young people hidden in the crowd, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the two people staggered out of the crowd, and the people on the side were suddenly frightened and leaned out, and many people hurriedly knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

"This child's qi and blood are related to the old man, but it has nothing to do with you, and you have a relationship with the old man, so this child is the child of your brothers and sisters!"

Yuan Qingwei looked at the two middle-aged men, one with an evil face, although the clothes on his body were not good, but the inside was underwear made of silk, which was obviously not an ordinary person. The other looked more honest and loyal, and his clothes were more modest, but the whole thing was very neat, and there were no patches in sight, and the old man did not look like a family at all.

"Come, tell me, are you two going to force your elderly father to sell your niece, or are you going to sell him so secretly that you have to come to me for help?"

"I... I... I ......" The one who looked honest and loyal was so frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly, but the one who looked evil took a bite and said viciously: "You don't pretend to be any immortals for me, don't think I don't know, you Taoists are actually just practicing martial arts, so you are more powerful than ordinary people I tell you the truth, this girl was taken by the prince of the county, if you have to stop it, there will be no good fruit for you to eat." ”

"I see!" Yuan Qingwei's face was slightly cold, and before he could do anything, he saw that the old farmer was already kneeling on the ground.

Yuan Qingwei instantly guessed the other party's thoughts, and before the other party spoke, he stretched out his hand a little, fixed it, and then looked at the two men and said coldly: "You should be glad that you are another good father." ”

After speaking, Yuan Qingwei volleyed two seals in the air and hit the bodies of the two men, who stayed on the ground in pain, constantly scratching their bodies, and kept wailing.

"Ahh Yes... Yes... Yes... What magic did you use? Ahhh The man with an evil face soon scratched his skin, and he looked at Yuan Qingwei in horror with blood flowing everywhere.

"It's not some kind of magic." Looking at the trembling people around him, Yuan Qingwei casually hit the side, a rock shattered, and the flying stones hit just in front of a person who wanted to escape.

It is rumored that in ancient times there was a wicked man, when his parents were there, he treated his parents harshly, and after his parents died, he used their bodies as rafts to deceive other people's property, God heard this, and was quite angry, and said: The mortal flesh is made of the blood of his father and mother, and his parents have never treated him badly, but he is so disobedient, what is the use of his flesh and blood? It is to order people to cast a blood return spell, the so-called blood return curse, is to return one's own flesh and blood to his parents! ”

As soon as Yuan Qingwei's voice fell, the people on the side suddenly quieted down.

Especially when the middle-aged man who looked more honest struggled to kneel down and kowtow to the old farmer, his body was unexpectedly not so itchy, and after continuing to kowtow, the crowd began to talk again.

This is also a characteristic of the Oriental people, as long as they have accepted Confucianism, Taoism, benevolence, and filial piety, it seems that there is no resistance to this kind of thing. Obviously, they were still extremely afraid of Yuan Qingwei at the last moment, worried about what kind of demon he was, but when they heard Yuan Qingwei say something, the demons and demons who secretly muttered in their hearts became immortals and true people.

Even, there was a little bit of wish power gathered, Yuan Qingwei secretly shook his head in his heart, and after extraditing him to Qingwei's incarnation, it was to start a new propaganda. He first lifted the spell on the evil-looking man, and said bluntly: "If it weren't for your father's intercession, I would never have been able to get around a beast like you." But now, too, I have put a blood curse on you, and if you have the courage not to support your father, you will have to bear the suffering of this day for the rest of your life. ”

After speaking, he turned his head to untie the fixation technique on the old farmer's body, took out a bottle and flint, the old farmer hurriedly broke the oil lamp and put it in front, Yuan Qingwei poured out a little oil in the bottle, lit the lamp with flint, and used the secret technique to draw out the light, warmth, despair, pain, melancholy, and now gratitude and hope from the lamp.

In the end, it turned into a little spark and fell into the lamp in his hand, and the originally dim lamp suddenly bloomed with a light that ordinary people could not see. Yuan Qingwei, who saw everything in his eyes, took out a few pieces of broken silver from his sleeve and handed them to the old farmer.

"I can't do it, I can't do it! You have helped the old man and me to teach the children, and I can still collect your money! Where did the old farmer feel the money given by Yuan Qingwei, and waved his hand again and again, but Yuan Qingwei smiled and said: "Do it to your children because they are not grateful, not for anything else." You give me the light, I give you the silver tael, it is a transaction between you and me, the two are not the same thing, how not. Besides, this child is also thin and pitiful, you always have to think about her and leave her some money! ”

"Thank you, Chief! Thank you, Dao Chang......" repeatedly excused himself several times, the old farmer took a few pieces of broken silver from Yuan Qingwei, pulled his granddaughter on the side to kneel on the ground, and kowtowed two heads to Yuan Qingwei, and only with the support of his two sons wiped his tears and walked back with his granddaughter.

Yuan Qingwei felt that the reason why the lights of Wanjia were regarded as humane holy flames in the world of immortals was essentially to reflect all things in the world with the help of lights. In the same way, the light is actually just a carrier, and what is really mysterious is the glorious meaning of the light breaking through the darkness, and the length of the home that countless poor people tell in front of the light.