"Wang Baotian of Longmen Village, Shilipo, Tangxia, your son Wang Fu'an was killed, why do you want to accuse the painter Rong Tianding?"

"My lord, my son was killed by the water ghost, and it was all caused by the painter, if it weren't for ......"

Without Rong Tianding's immortal painting to protect him, Wang Fuan would not go out at night to look for sheep.

There is indeed some causal link to death.

But if the matter of Wang Fuan's death is relied on Rong Tianding, this kind of thing will inevitably induce all kinds of evil consequences.

As Rong Li shouted, when the time comes, the people will die, and the ground in front of them will depend on which family will die if they walk, wrestle, and fall.

Lord Bao can't set this kind of precedent, but he also has opinions about Rong Tianding's immortal painting to make money and deceive people.

This needs to be properly handled by him.

In the public court, Lord Bao looked at the injustices that could almost be decided, and kept balancing in his heart.

"Rong Tianding, what do you have to say?"

After questioning Wang Baotian, Bao turned his head to look at Rong Tianding.

"My lord, he's slandering, I didn't kill anyone and didn't hurt anyone, I just sold a peace painting, is this a crime?" Rong Tianding argued.

"Let me ask you, does your fairy painting have the effect of driving away evil spirits and driving away ghosts?" Master Bao asked.

"Yes" Rong Tianding replied stubbornly: "But adults also know that the fairy painting can't control everything, that little ghost sees the fairy painting and wants to take a detour, the evil ghost and the fierce ghost can't control so much, and will directly break the protection of the fairy painting!" ”

Thinking of Zhang Xuezhou's advice, Rong Tianding quickly said the words of defense.

It's not that he can't draw, it's that the other party's problems are too serious.

This kind of justification allows Rong Tianding not to become a street rat selling counterfeits, and can also effectively shirk part of the responsibility.

"Do you have that fairy painting with you?" Master Bao asked.

"My lord, Xiaomin, there are two immortal paintings here," Rong Tianding responded.

"Bring it on!"

Lord Bao answered, and then beckoned the official to take Rong Tianding's fairy painting.

When he saw Rong Tianding's fairy painting of a pig-headed human body, Lord Bao's brows were already deeply furrowed.

If the wooden Dao people of Puyunguan in the three miles outside the city still have three points of ability and can deal with some civil chaos, Rong Tianding can only be said to be a pure liar.

On the immortal paintings, Lord Bao could not see any mana entanglement, nor did he see any imprints of the law.

It's just an ordinary painting, even poorly drawn.

The only merit is that pig blood is used as a pigment, and the canvas has a bit of a fishy atmosphere, which is in line with the absurd sayings of chicken blood, dog blood, and pig blood to drive away evil spirits.

"If you can sell fairy paintings, you should be a smart person" Bao Dadao: "Smart people don't need the official to say too much, the official will not harm your business, but you have to give the official an explanation!" ”

Lord Bao didn't want Rongcheng to start slandering people after death, but he had to properly punish this kind of deception so that the other party knew and was in awe.

The price of real talisman is not acceptable to ordinary people, and ordinary people can only buy some useless things to comfort their hearts.

Of course, Rong Tianding can sell this kind of handmade works that have no magic power and do not guarantee peace.

And the price of the other party is very fair, only a premium of 10% on the canvas of the basic material, which is a hardship fee.

As soon as the haunted turmoil of Shilipo passes, Rong Tianding's business will inevitably be cold, and he can only barely make a living.

The balance between this needs to be grasped by him, and it also needs to be understood by Rong Tianding in his heart.

If Rong Tianding is willing, Lord Bao feels that the other party will give a comforting compensation, and the matter will pass.

There have always been gains and losses in doing business, and you can't just get in and out, and he hopes that Rong Tianding will understand this truth.

"Adult ......"

Rong Tianding responded weakly in a low voice.

After all, he had never reached the age of twenty, and although he had parents and cousins outside the hall, he had never seen such a battle.

When Lord Bao, who lived in the high hall, shouted, cold sweat broke out on Rong Tianding's forehead, and he felt that his head had become a mess.

He didn't know what to explain to Master Bao.

confessed that he has been influenced by Jia Zhiyuan since he was a child, and thinks that reading talents are superior? Explain that he sold paintings in order not to inherit the ancestral business? Or explain the beginning and end of his fairy painting......

Rong Tianding has countless questions in his head.

But whenever Master Bao casually asks about it, he can spit it out.

But Master Bao didn't remind him, he just wanted an explanation, and Rong Tianding didn't know where to start for this explanation.

"My Lang died so miserably!"

"Hey, son!"

"It's all to blame for selling fairy paintings, if it weren't for the fairy paintings, how could you go out at night!"

……

In the court, Wang Baotian and Wang Fuan's mother-in-law whispered, cursing Rong Tianding from time to time.

This made Rong Tianding feel that he couldn't explain, and the more he explained, the more he was involved.

When his head was bright, he felt that he should cut off the source.

"There is a debtor and a debtor, it is a ghost who kills Wang Fu'an, what does it have to do with me, it's a big deal for us to find out the ghosts, you love to fight and kill, don't rely on us for everything in the future!"

Rong Tianding pondered for dozens of seconds, and finally couldn't bear to be cursed, and responded loudly to Lord Bao.

His response stunned Master Bao.

I wanted the other party to spend money to eliminate the disaster, but I didn't expect Rong Tianding, an ordinary person, to make a move to catch ghosts.

But he pondered for a few seconds, then nodded.

Although the other party has cheated people out of money, his heart is not bad, at least he knows how to deal with the aftermath.

The haunting of Shilipo is in an uproar, not only are folk rumors flying all over the sky, but the government has also noticed the relevant and is planning to investigate.

Rong Tianding and others can be a pioneer when they arrive, and the people of the government will follow behind their backs to check and help, if there is really a yin thing, it will also be convenient for these people to have a little more knowledge, and retain the fear of ghosts and gods in their hearts, and do less of these deceptive things in the future.

This kind of arrangement is more appropriate, so as to avoid the evil deeds of people who die and where they die, and there is a high probability that they can punish a little liar like Rong Tianding.

Master Bao pondered for a few seconds, only to realize that there was no problem with this arrangement.

"Wang Baotian, there is a debtor who has been wronged, this Rong Tianding should have done something to catch ghosts, do you have anything else to accuse?" Master Bao asked.

"My lord, as long as I can crush the bones of that ghost and scatter ashes, my son Fu'an's life will not be in vain, if the painter can really catch the ghost, I will bow down and thank you for the grace of revenge!"

Wang Baotian had a bitter face.

When their son died, their hearts were naturally bitter.

But if they want to seek revenge, they have no way to seek revenge.

At the end of the day, they just want justice.

As for what kind of justice this justice is, Wang Baotian has no answer in his heart.

But as long as the confusion and helplessness in their hearts can fade a little, Wang Baotian feels that it is justice.

At this time, Rong Tianding should make a move to catch ghosts, and things are better than Wang Baotian imagined.

"What if this painter loses his life catching ghosts?" Wang Baotian hesitated.

"That's his own fault," replied Master Bao.

"What if he can't catch it?" Wang Baotian's mother-in-law asked: "Or maybe he will shirk it in every possible way, but he won't catch ghosts!" ”

"I have my own wooden cane to serve" Bao Dadao: "If Rong Tianding can't find out the reason for the matter, the yamen will have ten canes!" ”

"I'm afraid that ten canes will be beaten in the ass!" An official whispered a threat.

"Last time, whoever was beaten with ten canes, the lower half of his body was broken, his legs and feet couldn't get up, he didn't say anything, he urinated on the bed every day, and he was disgusted by his mother-in-law!"

"There is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time, let alone other people, I am afraid that I will be disgusted and become a waste."

Two more officials chimed in.

This may be some kind of intimidation process of the yamen.

This can satisfy the wronged and frighten the punished.

At least for Wang Baotian and others, hearing this assurance, half of the grief for the loss of a son was suddenly gone.