My imagination has come true

Mu Qingyun sighed in his heart.

For the third prince, he didn't understand how someone could suffer so much for a chicken and dare to come to the fairy to demand justice.

Xiniu understands.

She has suffered countless grievances at home since she was sensible, and her spirit has reached its limit. In the eyes of others, the smallest thing may be the last straw for them.

And besides turning to fairies, who else could they turn to? Filial piety is the foundation. If a grandmother beats and kills her granddaughter, it is not a big deal.

The woman was lying on the ground, tears seeping into the soil, and her face was covered with mud. Mu Qingyun asked first: "How is the child?"

The child's condition was very bad. Mu Qingyun took people and found a doctor and went to this woman's house together. The child was said to be eight years old, but it weighed about the same as a three or four year old. He could only feel a handful of bones and was small. , the doctor was frightened when he looked at it, and kept talking for a long time that the child was destined to die.

This is not like beating one's own child, but like beating an enemy. The attack is not light or serious. The beating is not treated and is directly locked in the woodshed. The skin on the body is rotten and the body is running a high fever. If this is delayed for a while longer , maybe his fate is gone.

The third prince carried the child in his arms and left the woodshed with a look of confusion on his face. Looking at the beating Mrs. Zheng, she looked like she was looking at a monster.

The woman's husband's surname is Zheng, and her mother-in-law is called Mrs. Zheng by the villagers. She has a general reputation in the village and is known to favor sons over daughters. However, this is common in everyone's eyes. Most people in the village are like this. Who's Xiaoni is not? Losing money?
Mrs. Zheng didn't feel that she had done anything wrong, and she still had some displeasure on her face: "Miao Cao'er, I've long seen that you are a restless person, and you also reveal things at home to outsiders. Just wait for me!"

The woman looked tense and said through her teeth: "My Huanhuan has never stolen chickens. When has she ever stolen anything? Mother, you clearly know, you clearly know -"

"I know shit, it was this stinky girl who caused the trouble. She deserves to be beaten to death."

Mrs. Zheng was furious.

Mu Qingyun first ordered the doctor to examine the child, and then turned to look at the Zheng family's chicken coop. Although the Zheng family did not look wealthy, the chicken coop was tightly built.

She stared at the chickens for a long time, then walked around the yard twice, frowning slightly.

At this time, above the sky, Lord Siming looked down: "If I use the Universe Mirror to reverse time and look at a chicken, and those little fairies who are good at making jokes know about it, will there be some strange consequences?"

Mu Qingyun smiled: "That's not necessary, just ask the land or the kitchen god."

"also."

Siming blinked, "The land and the Kitchen God are responsible for the merits and demerits of the world. However, all the minor mistakes and errors recorded in the daily records are only reported at the end of the year. If we alert them this time, they will definitely be frightened. At this time, they will We don’t even have time to buffer and accumulate merit when we have to report it to heaven. Well, I think this family is going to be in bad luck. If the Stove Lord makes a report, he will be killed."

Mrs. Zheng, who was originally scowling with anger, was so frightened that her legs were weak after hearing what Lord Si Ming said. She immediately shouted: "This, this, such a trivial matter, how can it disturb the Stove Lord? Just think of it as the chicken I gave to my granddaughter." , don't punish her." Mu Qingyun ignored her and glanced in front of the kitchen, only to see a chubby old fairy slowly floating out of the kitchen with two little fairy boys. He bowed down to Mu Qingyun and said, "I have seen the deity."

"Tell me, what's going on with the Zheng family's chicken!"

The old Kitchen God stroked his beard and pondered, with a hint of unbearability on his face: "Since the God asked the question, the little old man naturally refused to answer. As long as the little old man opened his mouth to tell the cause and effect at this time, according to the rules, the person who stole the chicken would A person's guilt must be reported to heaven, and the punishment for the crime may cost him ten years of his life and 50% of his luck. When added to the previous guilt, that person's life span will be gone..."

"It stands to reason that the little old man can report again at the end of the year. This person can still live for a few months. This -"

Everyone in the yard was shocked. Mu Qingyun blinked and said doubtfully: "It's just stealing a chicken. Even if there are any negative consequences in the aftermath, it won't shorten your life by ten years. If you lose so much luck, what's the reason?"

"Well, there are many reasons for this. The most important thing is that the man was born with a debt. In order for him to be born, his parents turned his sister's bones into ashes and trampled and cursed them every day. Although the main blame lies with him. But he will inevitably bear some burdens on his parents, and since he was born, he has directly and indirectly harmed his sisters."

"Actually, at other times, most of the time, after the fall, the souls return to the underworld to reward the good and punish the evil. But you also know that this is not the ranking of the three thousand worlds. The gods who are responsible for the good and evil in the world look at all the things in the world. After seeing too many things, I think we can't just judge the guilt after death. Some people's evil deeds should be rewarded and punished while they are alive, regardless of the cause and effect."

"The order was only sent to us little immortals last month. Of course, even though it was sent, according to the traditional rules, it would have to wait for at least a hundred years before it can be implemented. But since the matter involves the gods, no one dares to slack off. The little old man opened his mouth and stated his crime, and the punishment will be imposed immediately. I am afraid that the person will die within a few days."

thump!
I saw Mrs. Zheng sitting on the ground all of a sudden, reaching out to grab her little grandson beside her, holding her tightly in her arms, with a face full of panic, and she opened her mouth to cry.

The Stove Lord hurriedly covered his ears with his hands and said repeatedly: "In front of the God, a lie and a sword and an ax are thrown at you. It's not a joke. Think about it before you howl."

Mrs. Zheng was stunned immediately.

The Stove Lord smiled coquettishly and said quickly and covertly: "After all, I have been eating your food for more than ten years at your house... The one who stole the chicken took the initiative to stand up and admit it, and I will not open my mouth. Then this matter will be settled." It won’t be reported to heaven, but as for the follow-up, if I can make up some merit before the end of the year and temporarily retain some longevity and good fortune, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope.”

Mrs. Zheng couldn't stop crying. She pushed her grandson in front of her and sobbed: "Old lady, I already know it. It was my little grandson who was naughty. He stole the chicken and went out to roast it with others. It's not that smelly... it's not Huanhuan. It’s my fault. It’s because I’m so obsessed that I didn’t want to tell the truth even after I knew it. Don’t blame my dear grandson. My dear grandson is still young and he’s not sensible. If he’s to blame, it’s all my fault!”

Before she finished speaking, Miao Cao'er burst into tears, got up and rushed into the house, hugging her skinny daughter and crying.

"Huanhuan, did you hear that? Your grandma admitted that it was not you who stole things, it was her fault. It was her fault that she beat you."

Miao Cao'er spoke incoherently, but for some reason, everyone in the yard felt sore in their noses when they listened.

The third prince was stunned for a long time. He vaguely understood, but he still didn't understand more.