Chapter 193 The Past Follows the Wind
Qin He was leisurely and as soon as he left Zhaozhuo, he felt a breath locking on him.
Very strong, external master.
But Qin He was not interested in paying attention, walked across the corner of the street and flashed twice, and then threw it away.
Cause and effect are all involved in every detail.
If you can, please avoid it.
If you continue to do it, the technique of covering up the secret will be almost impossible to cover it.
Let’s talk about it.
What did you say when you meet?
Try a whip or a throat?
It's not nice to say.
After leaving the city and returning to the pier, Qinhe's ever-changing magic clothes turned into black robe and cloak, and went to the Qingniu Xianren Temple.
This is a new look of Qingniu Daxian designed by Qin He for himself, and it feels so mysterious.
The temple is still the same, but there are more places to be repaired.
The altar has become bigger and more futons, and the portrait on the top has been replaced with a new one.
The roof has new wooden beams, and it seems that it will be re-tiled in no time.
A merit box was also arranged on the side of the statue, which is the source of repair funds.
The biggest change is that the floor of the temple is laid with bricks, which is not much stronger than the original mud. There are two bricklayers working on the open space outside.
But there is no Lai Fu.
From time to time, people and refugees came in to make wishes and fulfilled their wishes. Qin He could only hear a small part, most of them could not hear.
This may be the difference between sincerity and dishonesty.
At this point, the Qingniu Xianren Temple finally had a temple look like.
Since the porridge service in the Zhongshan Palace, more refugees have run here.
It was circulating on the streets that the Qingniu Xian drove to the Zhongshan King's Mansion and oracle the Zhongshan King, and ordered him to open a warehouse to provide relief to the victims, which led to the subsequent offering of porridge.
There were endless gratitude refugees, and they entered the temple to make a wish to fulfill their wishes.
Some wish to drink porridge today and make a wish to don’t stop serving porridge, some wish to find lost relatives, some wish to make good luck in the coming year, and it’s better to get home after this winter...
The refugees' wishes are simple, they just want to survive.
Relying on them, Qin He started to earn thousands of merits every day these days.
However, these thousands of merits are a drop in the bucket compared to the group of refugees in Wuyang and Wuyang.
If there is food in the stomach, except for those who are strongly grateful, no one will come here to ask for food.
It is hard to be a god in Dongtu.
After sensing the location, Qin He found Lai Fu in the forest behind the temple.
The old man wiped his tears while building a tomb for the Liang family, which was so desolate.
It is said to be a tomb, but it is actually a small earth bundle with a piece of wooden monument engraved with words, not even a tomb.
More than thirty wooden monuments form a forest, which is so miserable.
The sound of Qin He's walking footsteps alarmed Lai Fu.
Lai Fu hurriedly walked up to worship and said, "Immortal, you are here, my master... has suffered a disaster..."
Before he could finish a sentence, Lai Fu was in tears again.
"Good and misfortune depend on each other, everyone has their own destiny, so you should be mourned."
Qin He didn't want to say much about the right and wrong of Liang Shijie, and time would soon dilute everything. Lai Fu has a deep blessing in this life, and without the burden of the Liang family, his life was not really the beginning until he was nearly sixty years old.
After a while, Lai Fu calmed down a little, took out a yellow fur from his arms and said, "Da Xian'er, a man asked me to hand it over to you more than ten days ago, saying that you will repay your great kindness and virtue in the next life. I asked him what his name was, but he said he didn't have to leave his name, you know."
"Huang Chengren."
Qin He's eyes narrowed slightly and he reached out to take it.
This is an exquisite neck, dark yellow all over, without any slight variegated color, with a light luster, light as if nothing is needed, and the touch is excellent.
When he was still in the Liang family, Huang Chengren wanted to make a deal with him and wanted to kill Liang Shijie himself.
I did not agree, but gave it three thousand merits to replace it with a human body and fireworks on earth for ten days.
Unexpectedly, in the end, it gave itself a fur that had been practicing hard for a hundred years.
He probably had nowhere to find himself, so he could only send him to the temple.
With a sweep of Qi-seeking technique, the fur is not resentful. This is what Huang Chengren willingly took off before his death. The fur is pure and spiritual, and can protect future generations and be a treasure for family heirlooms.
"Did it say anything else?" Qin He asked.
"No, after giving the fur, he left."
Lai Fu shook his head and asked, "Daxian, I remember that there is a yellow skin that always appears in the Liang family, which is very similar to the color of this fur."
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime blessing."
Qin He smiled mysteriously, put away his yellow scarf and turned around and left.
Huang Chengren died and Liang Shijie's head fell to the ground. With a thought, he would never be able to recover.
I just don’t know where Huang Chengren buried himself.
I guess, I should be able to overlook the world?
However, this has nothing to do with Qin He. People die like a lamp extinguished. The past is accompanied by wind and smoke. The grudges and entanglement between the Liang family and Huang Chengren have come to an end.
No one will know, and no one will mention it again.
On the copper scale, the man in black robe opened his golden mouth: "There is no blessing or good fortune, and there is no righteous guest. The way of heaven will not be rewarded. Don't have less cause and effect. You will not be able to do anything to the point of the time."
Reward: Wish pen.
Chapter completed!