Jingxin was vomited blood directly. Luo Xian'er and Zi Hui were in a hurry and quickly stepped forward to support Jingxin. Zi Hui said, "Master, are you okay?"

"It's okay to be a teacher." Jingxin looked at the chaos in front of her and smiled miserably, "But the Golden Sand Temple is ruined... Where did the criminals come from? Why did they do such a thing that both humans and gods are angry!!"

The Golden Sands Temple was originally dilapidated and relied on the golden statue of the Emperor Dongyue and the few things left in the temple to barely maintain the embarrassing situation.

Now, I don’t know who broke into the Golden Sands Temple. This smash almost destroyed all the old foundations of the Golden Sands Temple, especially the golden statue of the Emperor Dongyue who fell to the ground and broke, which made Jingxin even think of hitting the wall... This statue has been in the temple for more than two hundred years, but now it has been destroyed in her hands!

Looking at all this, Jingxin murmured in a daze: "What should I do... This made me go down to the underworld a hundred years later, how can I explain to the ancestors of the Jinsha Temple?!"

Listening to Jingxin's words, Zihui and Luo Xian'er didn't know what to do, so they could only stand aside and support Jingxin, and kept comforting: "Master, don't be angry, everything will be fine..."

Zhao Qingshan and Yu Jiang stood at the door, looking at the messy scene in the yard, Yu Jiang also frowned and said softly: "The Golden Sands View is so dilapidated, how could anyone look at it?"

"Do you think this is suspicious?" Zhao Qingshan looked back at Yu Jiang, and actually felt very strange in his heart. Jinsha Temple had no money and no money, so why would anyone target Jinsha Temple? What's more, even if it was a burglary, there was no need to make such a big noise, right?!

Just when Zhao Qingshan and others were confused by the scene in front of them, an old lady in her seventies walked out of the Jinsha Temple Gate. She hesitated and asked: "Is it... the Master Jingxin Temple back?"

As soon as the old lady spoke outside the door, she immediately attracted the attention of the five people in the temple. Jingxin wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and hurriedly greeted her. "It's me, it's me who's back..."

When he walked to the door, Jingxin saw the old lady's appearance clearly. A glimmer of hope arose in his heart and said quickly: "It's Grandma Li... Have you seen who came in to Jinsha Temple before and smashed it?"

Grandma Li glanced around and saw a few fears, and after she made sure there was no one around, she whispered: "Master Jingxin Guan, let me tell you... At five or six o'clock, more than a dozen young people came to the alley, all of them were fierce and scary... They were searching around, as if they were looking for someone, and later someone shouted, "Brother De. He hid in the temple."

Before Grandma Li could finish her words, a family that was only about twenty steps away from Jinsha Temple, the electric light on the second floor suddenly lit up. A middle-aged man inside opened the curtains and opened the windows, and said impatiently: "Mom, it's not your business, can you not get involved? Go back to sleep quickly! Those people can be provoked by our family? If you cause trouble, you will take the blame?!!!"

Grandma Li, who was talking to Jingxin, was frightened by her son's yelling, and looked at Jingxin apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Jingxin's master. I can't continue..."

Leaving this sentence, Grandma Li turned around and left. Her small tile house was built next to her son's three-story building, next to her, very low. Before entering the door, the son on the upper floor shouted in anger, "I don't want to live anymore, don't take us to die together!"

Grandma Li did not respond, opened the wooden door of the small tile house and walked in directly.

At the entrance of Jinsha Temple, Zhao Qingshan frowned and looked at the middle-aged man who was poking his head out on the second floor, and asked Jingxin next to him: "Fellow Taoist Jingxin, this Grandma Li is his biological mother? Why do I look at me, not like a mother, but rather like a young wife who is angry?"

When he heard Zhao Qingshan's inquiry, Jingxin, who lived here for a lifetime, was called from the "little master" to the "guardian", couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "The real person doesn't know that this family's surname is Wang. Grandma Li's husband died early. The only son is that she picked up garbage and did odd jobs since she was a child, and she pulled it up bit by bit. Wang Gencai is naturally Grandma Li's biological son."

"Why are your son living in a small building? The mother is going to live in a small tiled house with leaking air?" Yu Jiang asked very strangely: "This seems to make no sense? This son is too much!"

"It's not just an excessive..." Jingxin smiled bitterly again, turned around and looked at Wang Gencai's three-story building, and said in a very low voice: "Who doesn't know that Wang Gen is a bastard who is going to be struck by lightning? When he got married more than 20 years ago, he was now at the building and the two families next to him. This piece of land was left by Grandma Li's husband."

"More than ten years ago, Wang Gencai couldn't find his wife, so he thought that the house at home was too bad. The woman looked down upon her. But at that time, Grandma Li got seriously ill and her daily medical expenses cost two or three hundred yuan. Wang Gencai, who was in his thirties, asked Grandma Li for money, but Grandma Li refused to give it to him. Wang Gencai beat Grandma Li that night, with black and blue all over his face, which made people feel heartbreaking."

"I didn't expect that Wang Gencai actually secretly took away all the more than 20,000 yuan saved in Grandma Li's bank account, and did not leave a penny for Grandma Li. This is not the end. Wang Gencai then took the red book and sold the land at home to the two families nearby. After taking the money, he started to get a house. Fortunately, Grandma Li's fate was tough, and with the help of the neighbors, he finally cured the disease."

"But no one expected that when Wang Gen demolished the house, he actually left a corner of the old house, which is the small tile house where Grandma Li lives now. This small tile house was a toilet at that time! The floor was simply covered with a layer of cement, and the feces under it were still there!"

"Later, Grandma Li was driven into this small tile house. Wang Gencai also married a 20-year-old daughter-in-law, gave birth to two children, and stabilized her life... Logically speaking, even if Wang Gencai was not a person, he should be filial to her mother who had brought him up since childhood, right?"

"But Wang Gencai not only did not assume the responsibility of supporting Grandma Li, but also had to take care of Grandma Li's electricity bills and 40 water bills every month. If he didn't give it, he would block the door and beat people. Last time, he was beaten too hard, and Grandma Li's head was covered with blood. The neighbor called the police and took Wang Gencai away."

"But Grandma Li is a soft-hearted person, and Wang Gencai's wife is holding a kitchen knife and pressing her at the door. In desperation, Grandma Li briefly bandaged her and went to the police station to cancel the case. She said that she accidentally fell and took Wang Gencai back from the police station."

"You have seen before that Grandma Li is now seventy-one. When the elderly in other families reach this age, they should be relieved and enjoy their old age. But what about Grandma Li? She has never enjoyed a long time of happiness in her life. It is seventy-one. She still has to carry snakeskin bags and go around the streets and alleys with a snakeskin bag to pick up some coke bottles and sell them to supplement the household expenses. She also has to give her son a hundred and two in water and electricity bill every month... It's a sin!"

After all, Jingxin lived here for a lifetime and knew everything about Grandma Li’s family. She talked endlessly when she talked about it, with helplessness and deep sighs.

Everyone says raising children to prevent old age, but Grandma Li's son, who has been scattered and peed since childhood, is a heartless ungrateful wolf. For his own mother, it is almost no different from treating a dog!

Through the quiet narration, Zhao Qingshan learned about the situation in Grandma Li's home. Before he could respond, Yu Jiang, who was standing beside him, took out a sword from somewhere, and drew out the sword with a cold light with a roar, and said angrily: "A beast like this should not live in the world!"

"Yu Jiang! Don't be reckless!" Seeing that Yu Jiang began to be murderous again, showing an expression that was no different from the female killer god in his previous life. Zhao Qingshan reached out and stopped her actions. After scolding him sternly, Zhao Qingshan said in a pun: "There will be a matter of the world that has been broken, so how can you interfere?"

With Wang Gencai's behavior, the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld had already prepared a seat for him and waited for him to go down and enjoy it! The so-called cycle of cause and effect, and retribution is unhappy. Although Wang Gencai should kill, it is not Yu Jiang's turn to kill him. After all, he is just a mortal.

Was stopped by Zhao Qingshan, Yu Jiang, who had a temper, almost threw away Zhao Qingshan's palm. Fortunately, the reaction was timely. At the last moment, he stomped his feet heavily and inserted the unsheathed sword back into the scabbard. "Master, when you see injustice on the road, you draw your sword to help. Are we just watching this unfilial son live in the world and continue to harm his own mother?!!"

"You must remember that every drink and peck are determined by heaven. The result of forced changes is often counterproductive." Zhao Qingshan narrowed his eyes and looked at Wang Gencai's three-story building, and said slowly: "But, God is so willful, how could I sit idly?!"

What is the will of heaven? The will of heaven is the magical power that influences all living beings in the world. If you drink a sip of water, it is the will of heaven. If you walk, you back, you jump and you fall down... Could it be that God is destined to be, this is the will of heaven.

What Zhao Qingshan mentioned now is obviously referring to the will of heaven that he encountered it, heard it, and knew about it. Then, this is the arrangement of heaven, and God is destined to interfere in the control...

An arc curled up at the corner of his mouth, is Wang Gencai?

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Chapter 3: Delivered, rolling all over the ground to ask for monthly tickets…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

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