Feeling the strangeness of the bronze oil lamp, Liu Chen took a closer look at it several times. Only then did he feel that this bronze oil lamp was cast throughout, and the polishing was very delicate. With this kind of appearance alone, it can be regarded as a high-quality handicraft on the earth, and it is very incompatible with the surrounding villagers who basically do not have a clean clothes on them.

Liu Chen's eyes on the oil lamp for such a long time naturally attracted the attention of the middle-aged man next to him, so the man opened his mouth to explain the origin of the oil lamp to Liu Chen.

"Twelve years ago, there was a famine in Xuzhou, and there were miscellaneous soldiers. At that time, corpses were strewn across the wilderness, white bones were everywhere, resentment was everywhere, and there were even ghosts crying in the night. Later, the government invited Taishan Taoist priests from Qingzhou to practice the soul of grievances, and this lamp was left by the Taoist priests. It is said that as long as the lights are not extinguished all year round, it can protect the peace of the people of a village after death. ”

When he heard the middle-aged man say that this oil lamp was used to practice the soul of injustice, Liu Chen probably understood where his very comfortable feeling came from. Probably the breath on this lamp also belongs to the Netherworld, which is very suitable for his zombie body and the Netherworld Spirit Flame.

Thinking about this, Liu Chen was interested in the so-called Taishan Taoist, and felt that if he avenged Lu Qingcai's revenge, he might be able to go over and take a look, maybe he could gain something and make his zombie body go further.

With such a thought in his heart, Liu Chen continued the topic of Taishan Taoist priest and asked the middle-aged man a few words.

"Those Taishan Taoist priests are also generous, and they actually left such lamps in your village, do you have some friendship with them?"

Listening to Liu Chen's question, the middle-aged man on the side shook his head and waved his hand again and again, and said with a wry smile:

"Back then, I was still messing around with the solidarity soldiers, how could I have the luck to make friends with those real people. And this kind of lamp is not left to us in a single village, there are in every place, I heard that there are 100,000 of them!"

In the tone of the middle-aged man, he obviously had a lot of reverence for those Taishan Taoist priests, and even if he mentioned it in the past twelve years, he naturally praised it.

But his tone seemed to provoke some dissatisfaction with Lu Qingzong, who was reciting scriptures to the oil lamp on the side, and after turning his head slightly, he glanced at the middle-aged man contemptuously, and then snorted coldly.

However, when he swept Liu Chen from the corner of his eye, he could clearly see Lu Qingzong's eyelids jump, and then quickly turned around and pretended to bow his head and chant the scriptures seriously. Looking at that posture, it really looks like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand.

For such a cold snort, the middle-aged man naturally heard it, but he didn't care about the contempt in Lu Qingzong's actions, he just pretended not to hear it and ignored him.

In fact, not only the middle-aged men, but also the villagers who were closer to each other reacted in the same way. Probably in their opinion, as long as Lu Qingzong is still chanting scriptures to let the dead rest in peace, it doesn't matter if the living are wronged.

Only those who are relatively young and have not yet been completely smoothed down by the suffering will glare at Lu Qingzong fiercely. But with the adults on the side pressing, they can only stare dryly.

But Lu Qingzong is different, he is not one of those young people who are under the control of adults, but a person with the strongest force on the scene. I originally had the idea of retaliating against Lu Qingzong for burying a pit in his words, and seeing that he still dared to have a temper, of course he couldn't just let it go.

"You fake Taoist priest, you are even chanting the scriptures and talking nonsense and refusing to be sincere, do you think that you have no one to cure!"

With a loud shout as soon as he opened his mouth, Liu Chen asked in a cold tone to Lu Qingzong with his face.

In fact, Liu Chen didn't hear what Lu Qingzong was chanting in a low voice, but he could feel that the breath of the oil lamp had not changed in any way after Lu Qingzong chanted the scriptures, so this scolding was also justified.

And Lu Qingzong, who was on the other side, heard this, and suddenly felt a sense of weakness. Because he is indeed reciting the scriptures in a nonsense as Liu Chen said, that is, bullying a group of countrymen who can't hear or understand clearly.

But Liu Chen is not a countryman, in the eyes of Lu Qingzong, Liu Chen is a real master. Such a master is deaf and clear-sighted, that is the basic skill, and it is natural for him to be well-informed and know that he is thinking blindly.

"What Taoist scriptures do you know as a martial arts practitioner?"

However, no matter how weak his heart was, Lu Qingzong didn't dare to be confirmed by Liu Chen. After all, now there are a hundred and ten villagers with relatives who have just died, if it weren't for the need for him to spend time for the dead, how could he be so safe and sound now.

The villagers naturally did not have Liu Chen's spiritual eye that could directly observe the reaction of the breath of the oil lamp, and they did not have the ability to recognize the Tao Sutra, so they were refuted by Lu Qingzong's obvious weakness, and they were really a little indistinguishable for a while.

After all, Taoism, a mysterious thing involving life and death, seems to have nothing to do with a martial artist like Liu Chen, and Lu Qingzong, a Taoist priest who is not like a good person, seems to be more credible.

Of course, even if they don't believe what Liu Chen said, these villagers don't dare to show that comparing Liu Chen's strength is not given in vain.

But even if they didn't say it directly, Liu Chen could still tell their thoughts from the skeptical expressions of the villagers. Regarding this situation, Liu Chen felt that he couldn't do so, so he said to Lu Qingzong:

"I naturally don't know Taoism when I practice martial arts, but I know a truth that sincerity is the foundation of all laws. Besides, you, a guy who even broke the Dao technique by me, do you really think that you have entered the Dao?

If it is really in the face of a group of knowledgeable people, Liu Chen will naturally either do it or shut up. But now that there is only a group of villagers around him, Lu Qingzong has fooled them by relying on the identity of a Taoist priest, and Liu Chen does not believe that he will lose to him in this regard as a person in the twenty-first century.

So he sneered, and his words were full of confidence and refuted Lu Qingzong. Then regardless of Lu Qingzong's expression, he stood in front of the oil lamp by himself, pretended to quickly recite a tongue twister, and then the ghost flame in his eyes flashed, igniting the breath attached to the bronze oil lamp.

Visible to the naked eye, the light on the oil lamp instantly brightened, emitting a faint cold light, illuminating this flat land.

Such a distinctive special effect, coupled with the posture specially made by Liu Chen himself, directly put the most powerful evidence in front of the villagers, so that they could understand that Lu Qingzong was indeed fooling them.

"This, this, how can this be?"

Seeing the generous glowing oil lamp that was ignited by Liu Chen's ghostly flame, Lu Qingzong on the side suddenly burst into battle, pointing at Liu Chen's face full of disbelief.