Crazy people digging graves?

When everyone heard this, they were quite surprised.

Qingzhu Village, strictly speaking, has never had a madman.

But there were four or five stupid people.

Li Zaisheng and his wife and Li Meng were reminiscing, but they didn't think of the madman in Qingzhu Village.

Even Li Zaisheng, who has not seen all the patients like Li Zheng in Qingzhu Village.

According to the statistics of the elders in the village, there are five stupid people.

"Wait, madman digging graves? How come I've never heard of it? ”

Lee Jae-sang couldn't help but question it.

Zhang Ping'an was stunned, believing that Li Zaisheng had never heard of it, and he also believed that the undead would not lie.

"When?"

Zhang Ping'an asked again.

"Qingzhu Village, but a hundred years, since the day Qingzhu Village was built, a madman came."

"Dig my grave to build a house!"

"Since then, I have taken revenge."

"In the village, from time to time, a stupid person will appear, I did it, and I want to take revenge."

Pencil writing on paper, with anger.

Zhang Ping'an only understood at this moment.

Cause and effect, there is a cause to have such an effect.

"Clearly, where are the bones waiting for you?"

Since he was annoyed by the demolition of his home, Zhang Ping'an returned his home and reburied him.

Zhang Ping'an also asked tentatively.

Everyone was quite stunned when they heard this.

Tombs from thousands of years ago, and they were buried casually.

Will there still be bones?

The dust has long been returned to dust, the earth has returned to the earth, and it has come to naught!

And this has become the obsession of the undead, and the ghost lingers in Qingzhu Village.

"Hey, if you do it too much, will there be more?"

Sure enough, the handwriting of the undead on the paper fell, and Zhang Ping'an could feel his anger.

"Well, in that case, you can't enter the ghost gate."

"The ghost gate is about to close this year, and at this time, I'll let you go in!"

"How?"

Zhang Ping'an has no better way, there is no remains immediately, there must be a corresponding way.

Moreover, it is impossible for Zhang Ping'an to destroy people just like this.

"Can you do it?"

The undead were shocked, lingering for thousands of years, never thinking that anyone could have such a great ability to let him go.

"Give it a try!"

Zhang Ping'an said indifferently.

“……”

The pencil stands vertically, not writing.

The undead hesitated.

A trip to hell is unimaginable to the world, not even the undead.

He's a black-like existence, and he goes to hell and can't even enter the door.

"Reissue the identity document to ensure that you are unimpeded."

Zhang Ping'an continued.

Pinch your fingers, this July is coming to an end, and there are only a few days to go.

"That's great!"

The undead replied.

"Then stay away from Li Zheng and give him a sober world."

Zhang Ping'an said.

"Heavenly Master, I believe you once."

"If not, another person will be persecuted."

The undead agreed without hesitation.

Over the years, in Qingzhu Village, he has persecuted five people.

Moreover, this is the first time that the undead have met someone who knows him and is willing to help him.

At least there is a hope, and people in despair see hope and want to try.

"Leave your name and name to keep you rich."

Zhang Ping'an said again.

The name of the deceased was immediately written on the paper.

"Jiang An!"

Zhang Ping'an waved his hand, and Haiqiu Daoist immediately sealed a large bag with yellow paper as a material, and then sealed some paper money, gold and silver ingots, etc. into the yellow bag.

See this.

The pencil finally fell slowly, as if nothing had been noticed.

And the handwriting left on the yellow paper also disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Wow!"

The door to the house opened, and a man slowly walked out.

Look around at everything you see, and at the people in the courtyard.

Strange and yet familiar.

"Brother."

Li Meng saw Li Zheng walking out, and the lights in the courtyard shone on his face, so he couldn't help but shout and walked towards Li Zheng.

"Li Zheng."

When Li Zaisheng and his wife saw Li Zheng come out by himself, they were also surprised and excited and pounced on him.

"Child, you ......"

Lee Jae-sang was shocked, but he wasn't sure what was going on with Lee Zheng at this time.

"Mom and Dad, Li Meng, what are you doing?"

"Who are they?"

Li Zheng looked at the altar in the courtyard, as well as Zhang Ping'an and the others.

"You're finally back!"

The mother couldn't help but hug Li Zheng and cry loudly.

"Mom and Dad, what are you doing? What age are you, you are still engaged in feudal superstition! ”

When Li Zheng saw the altar and the Taoist priest, he was puzzled for a while, and he still complained.

[Li Zheng, just after being rescued, he got carried away. 】

[Well, I forgot all about the previous things. 】

[Poor man, there must be something hateful, this is what I am talking about! 】

[I can't blame him, after all, I just woke up, and I don't know what happened before. 】

"Li Zheng, do you know what happened?"

Mother slapped Li Zheng.

Li Zheng frowned.

"I seem to have had a long, long dream, and I still remember the scene in the dream, but I can't say it clearly."

Li Zheng was confused, time was draining, but he seemed to be abandoned by time.

There's a muddy feeling.

"Child, do you remember the second fool in the village?"

Lee Jae-sang reminded Lee Jeong.

"Second fool, didn't he fall into the water and drown?"

Li Zheng was puzzled, his eyes were still looking at Zhang Ping'an unfriendly, what is this kid doing?

"That's right, you're like him, it's been seven years, and you just recovered."

"It's all this Heavenly Master who saved you, otherwise you ......"

The mother hid her face and wept and explained to Li Zheng.

Destroy the three views, destroy what you have learned, Li Zhengran looked at it without speaking.

"Heavenly Master, go on, please forgive my brother's ignorance."

Li Meng returned to Zhang Ping'an's side and apologized.

"It doesn't matter, it's common to be misunderstood anyway."

Zhang Ping'an is very open to questioning, after all, there are some things that are always unclear.

Arguments won't help.

In a word, if you believe it, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you will not have it.

Of course, even faith has a limit, and it is not about harm.

"Brother, really."

Li Zheng looked at Li Meng.

Li Meng has also read books, and he believes in her more.

Li Zheng was silent and silently accepted some.

"It's time for us to deliver on our promises."

Zhang Ping'an saw that Li Zheng was back to normal, and it was time to fulfill his promise to Jiang An.

"Heavenly Master, this is difficult!"

Haiqiu Daoist immediately reminded Zhang Ping'an in a whisper.

To send a dead soul into the underworld, and through the ghost gate, you have to enter the heavenly way.

It's easy to say, they are not officials from the prefecture, or they have no way to give gifts.

"It doesn't matter."

Zhang Ping'an responded, already sure in his heart.

The system rewards a door seal.

The function of this talisman is to make the undead enter the ghost door and not get out.

As long as you can enter this door and take the one arranged by Zhang Ping'an, you can really clear the customs documents, and you can enter the Heavenly Dao.

Moreover, in the name of the Heavenly Master, he is also a figure in the underworld.

Zhang Ping'an backhanded, a yellow talisman was sacrificed, and the Haiqiu Daoist looked at the yellow talisman in Zhang Ping'an's hand and was shocked.

"Door seals?"

Haiqiu Daoist couldn't help but exclaim.

(End of chapter)