I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 29 I Am a Gongyang Confucian

The Jinhua City God sighed, his self-reproach and guilt were beyond words, then he waved his hand and ordered one of the Yashas under his command,
"Go and tell them that tonight, if there is kindness to repay, if there is revenge, I will not see anything."

"Yes."

Yasha was not surprised when he heard the words. He spread his wings and flew into the night sky. Like a night owl, he flew across the sky and landed on the mountain village. He locked on the speaker in the village at a glance.

"Little guy, do these ghosts listen to you?"

The blue-faced and long-toothed Yasha looked up and down at Feng Bingwen, who was carrying the bloody aura, and murmured unconsciously in his heart. He had been working in the underworld for hundreds of years, and he had never seen such a weird child. I have gained knowledge.

"What do you want to do?"

Feng Bingwen looked at the Yasha ghost in front of him vigilantly, but he was not very scared. Although the other person looked very fierce, the sandalwood fragrance wafting from his body told Feng Bingwen that there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Don't be nervous, just keep doing what you should do, just pretend that we don't exist."

"what?"

Feng Bingwen didn't react a little bit, his brain couldn't keep up with the current situation.

The City God, who was not expected at first, was really invited by the old man of the land, but the strange thing is that the City God stopped after a long distance, and did not move forward. Instead, he sent a Yasha ghost to tell him to continue. No matter how you think about it, it's too strange.

"My lord said, no matter what you do tonight, he will pretend he didn't see it."

"Who is your adult?"

Feng Bingwen knew the reason and asked.

"What's the matter with you, kid? Did you get these eyes? Just now my adults came over, can't you see? Are you blind?"

Yasha ghost was a little surprised, with a bitter tone in his tone.

"Jinhua City God?"

Feng Bingwen couldn't believe it.

"It's my lord!"

"But why?"

Feng Bingwen couldn't understand.

As the protector, the city god who protects the family and the people, is able to tolerate a group of evil spirits slaughtering the village in front of him, which is incredible no matter how you think about it.

"My lord was a Gongyang Confucian before his life!"

Yasha ghost replied with a smile, revealing a mouth full of fangs with great visual impact.

"Gongyang Confucianism!"

Feng Bingwen was taken aback for a moment, then understood, and then he was a little worried,
"Your family won't be punished for this?"

"You don't have to worry about this, kid, just do what you want!"

Yasha ghost let out a hey laugh, spread his wings and flew into the sky, then disappeared.

But after the Yasha ghost left, the evil spirits and ghosts who had been hiding in various places in the mountain village immediately floated out and gathered around Feng Bingwen.

"Young Master Feng, what did Lord Yasha tell you just now?"

The resentful ghosts' address to Feng Bingwen has changed again. Previously, he was a little gentleman with a few jokes, but now he has become a serious son.

"He didn't say anything, he just told us to do whatever we should, don't worry about it, the Lord City God can't see it!"

Feng Bingwen smiled brightly.

"Really?"

Hearing this kind of thing suddenly, no matter who it is, it is hard to believe it.What's more, these evil spirits who have just personally felt the power of the city god.

Their feeling is completely different from Feng Bingwen's. It is the feeling that they have turned into solid winter ice, exposed to the scorching sun, and will be melted at any time.

"Why am I lying to you?"

"This……"

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and continue!"

Feng Bingwen waved the hatchet and greeted.

"Zhang Huai'an, do you know what you're doing? It's fine if you kill ghosts and harm people, but you actually instruct ghosts to kill people, aren't you afraid of thunder?"

Under the mountain village, the ancestors of Qijiagang, who were bound by the chains of seductive souls and were in pain, roared angrily at the city god who turned his back on the mountain village.

"Nie Zhan, if there is a lightning strike, you will be the first to strike!"

Bai Wuchang, who was closest to the ancestor of Qijiagang, heard the roar of the deprived old thing, raised the mourning stick in his hand, and hit his head and face.

Just a few sticks smashed the old ghost's body to the point of collapse, almost knocking him out of his wits.This Ecstasy Impermanence was the killer just now.

Not just personal enmity, but public grievances.The old clapper concealed his evil from his descendants.If it's just a trivial matter, the ghosts and gods who are only responsible for patrolling will be held accountable.

But the descendants of this old ghost forced out hundreds of resentful ghosts. This is a heinous crime. Not to mention the ghosts and gods who are in charge of patrolling, even he, the impermanence who is in charge of seducing souls, may also be implicated. .

"Don't break up his soul and body, keep him, and let him see with his own eyes that his descendants are devoured by the evil fruits they created!"

Seeing this scene, Judge Wen quickly waved the vermilion brush in his hand and sprinkled a few streams of pure yin energy to strengthen the old ghost's soul body.

"You...you are ghosts and gods in vain!"

The ancestors of Qijiagang whose soul and body were nourished were not happy about it, and even trembled angrily because of it.

"You're right, I'm a City God in vain! When this matter is over, I will resign. But don't worry, before I resign, I will definitely put you in a prison. As long as the Jinhua Yin Division does not collapse for a day, you If you can't get out for a day, you can't be reborn forever!"

The City God with his back to the mountain village looked at the crazy old ghost, his tone was gentle, like a gentleman.

"Zhang Huaian, I curse you..."

"Certainly!"

The City God, whose body was as solid as a real person, stretched out his hand, and the screaming old ghost was speechless immediately.

"Take him forward and let him see clearly the fate of his descendants."

The Chenghuang ordered in a light tone,

"After he reads it, I will ask him."

"Yes!"

The city god gave an order, and two ghost messengers stepped forward, carried the immobile old ghost, dragged him, and flew to the sky above Qijiagang.

At this time in Qijiagang, a hundred ghosts are walking at night, and the evil spirits and fierce ghosts are roaring excitedly, without any scruples. As early as when Boss Qi died, they didn't need Feng Bingwen's help, and they only relied on their own strength. It can break through the window and take people's lives.

"Hahaha!"

The old ghost who was held high in the sky widened his eyes. He watched a child who was no more than seven years old laughing wildly, waving the hatchet in his hand, and chopping down one after another in the village. Rebellious young offspring.

For the old ghost, this was an unbearable punishment that made him lose his soul. Witnessing the severance of the blood of his children and grandchildren made his fearful prevarication into a joke.

For the first time, the old ghost, who didn't feel that he had done anything wrong before, felt remorse for the first time. He regretted that when the younger generation, who was called Boss Qi by the other younger generations, got the sorcery, he didn't warn him immediately.

(End of this chapter)