The healer in front of him explained in detail, but the old man Ibn just listened quietly, and did not say much.

And on the branch of the thick tamarix in the forecourt of the county court, a raven fell at some point.

The raven's eyes were red, faintly revealing a fire color, and its jet-black wings had a dark blue hue, which looked a little demonic.

The old man Ibn seemed to feel something, and looked up at it, just as the raven also lowered its head, and its gaze happened to be in the same place as the old man Iben.

A rough laugh, like a file scratching a wooden plank, rang in the ears of the old man Ibn: "My Great Elder Imal, have you found any clues?"

"Be quiet, you have been ordained the fourth rank servant of that Highness, 'Myryut,' the most unsuccessful of your many brothers. You don't need to meddle in the affairs here, you just need to quietly guard under the fire altar of the mosque and protect our **** from being extinguished by the Kafellers. ”

Listening to the old man's reply, the raven spread his wings slightly, and continued to speak: "These parishioners are just skin wounds, and the person who did it is a good outsider at best, but that student of yours, Ali, died a very interesting death. Since the Great Elder doesn't want me to help, I'll take my leave first, ha. ”

The old man of Ibn did not answer, but watched quietly at the raven that had landed on the tamarix, and the raven gave the old man a bored look, flapped his wings, and flew away.

Glancing with some disgust at the raven that had flown away, the old man Ibn did as the demon had commanded.

The body of the scribe Ali was parked in an empty room in the county court, the body had not yet been completely stiffened, and if it were not for one eye half-open, it would look like it was asleep.

The old man stood in front of his students and listened to the little official beside him explain: "This man was already dead when he was sent to the county court, and his body was not injured, so he should have died suddenly. If you agree, we'll send him back to his house......"

As soon as the little official's words began, he was interrupted by the old man Ibn raising his hand: "Go out, the old man should take a closer look at him." ”

Knowing that the old man in front of him was big, this little official didn't dare to be stubborn, so he hurriedly retreated cautiously. In the cramped empty room, the old man Ibn was alone, quietly staring at the dead body in front of him.

After a while, the old man faced the west, clasped his hands to his chest, and said in a low voice: "O O Blessed Mercy Lord, forgive Ali, exalt his holy qualities, allow him to join the ranks of those who have been guided by the way of your wisdom, and let his descendants follow in his footsteps, O Lord of the Worlds, forgive him and give him your grace!"

It was a prayer for requiem, a prayer from the Zoroastrian priests to communicate with the Zoroastrian gods, and as the old man Ibn prayed, a trace of death began to emerge around the corpse. Old man Ibn closed his eyes and continued to say: "In the name of the true and only Lord, I guide him according to the teachings of the sage Zarathustra. O Lord, this dead soul was your earthly servant, born of your manservant and your maidservant, and you are the most merciful and generous master, who has renounced the world and is willing to go into your kingdom!"

With the prayer of the old man Iben, some unknowable power was faintly channeled from the void. The dead qi around the corpse dispersed, and only the forehead, chest, and lower abdomen of this scripture master, some faint points of light escaped, and they were pulled by that force and flew towards the void. Only the prayer of the old man Ibn continues: "I offer this spirit to you, O Lord of the worlds, and ask you to protect him from the judgment of Hell and from the spirits who do not serve your word. O Lord, open the gates of heaven for his soul and allow him to sing your name fluently during the cross-examination of the winged messenger. All this grace is from you. ”

Just as the dead air that wrapped around the corpse gradually peeled away from the corpse, a flash of fire burst out of the corpse for no reason, turning into a sharp force and shooting straight at Iben.

The old man's face remained unchanged, only a flash of rippling water light flashed in front of him, and the fire was swallowed up without a trace.

Although it was only for a moment, the old man Ibn still felt the pure dryness of burning all inhuman things contained in the firelight, and he couldn't help but frown slightly, and continued to say: "In the name of the Most Merciful and Merciful, truly and only Lord. All praise be to the Lord, the Lord of the worlds, the Most Merciful and Merciful, the Lord of the Day of Retribution. We worship you only, and we ask you to help us, and guide us to the right way, and the way of those whom you help is not the way of those who reject the Lord and are wrathed, nor the way of those who go astray. ”

After chanting all this, he held on to the door, walked out slowly, got into the carriage directly, and instructed the disciples who served him, "Go back to the temple first." ”

When he returned to the mosque, he didn't even put a scarf on his face according to the Zoroastrian teachings, and just walked to the fire altar in the hall. After instructing the priests in the temple to take care of the altar of fire withdrew, he stood in front of the altar of fire, and with one hand he grasped the green pomegranate branch in the tribute bottle, and shook it slightly with great frequency.

As he shakes, the pomegranate branch's originally tender green and juicy leaves begin to dry and burnt yellow, and soon turn into a withered branch. Then there was a snort, and fire rose from the dead branches.

In the fire altar, the flames danced gently, and some people hid in the fire and laughed lowly, listening to the laughter, there was some schadenfreude of joy.

The old man Ibn did not look at the flames dancing in the fire altar, and threw the dead branch that had been lit in his hand into the fire altar.

As the dead branches fell into the fire altar, there was a sudden cry of pain. A vague face rose from the fire altar, and because of the anger and decay, this face looked particularly hideous: "Ibn Lao'er! This is the cave of the Daomen, which has the power to purify evil spirits, how dare you, how dare you throw this thing into the fire altar!"

The old man Iben stared at the ghost face in front of him, wiped his forehead, which had become flushed at some point, and replied as if greeting someone else what he had for breakfast: "Although you do not sincerely believe in the ways of our Lord, you are also a demon born from fire and smoke, and there is fire in this world that you cannot control?"

The ghost face in the fire scolded angrily: "The cave yang of the Daomen has the shape and nature of fire from the fire, but that thing is really not the kind of mortal fire that you use to offer to the gods, if I hadn't dodged quickly, I would have refined a lot of my demonic qi just now! The covenant that the Lord made with you, let us help you preach, do you want to repent now?"

It scolded angrily and looked at the old man in front of him suspiciously: "Your student's corpse, no wonder it makes me feel wrong." Who is this, who actually poured Dongyang Lihuo into his body, no wonder he will 'sudden death', this person who started it, such a black heart, such a ruthless method!"