Chapter 18 I'm Not Right
Chapter 18 I'm Not Right
The Old City God knew long ago that the master was here.
He thought perhaps it was because the master had seen their strength that he didn't rush to make a move.
However, now at a critical juncture, the old City God had no choice but to seek help.
Chen Changsheng, who was outside the dilapidated courtyard, cursed in his heart upon hearing this shout.
What does this have to do with me! ?
Chen Changsheng felt helpless in his heart, but he had already boasted about his success before. He couldn't just do nothing, or else he would be exposed.
He didn't dare to say either whether he could stop this evil spirit.
In such a situation now, there was no time for him to think so much.
Chen Changsheng probed his consciousness and focused his mind on that mass of black gas.
Little did they expect that their divine consciousness would condense into a huge hand several feet wide.
He grabbed that mass of black gas at once.
The black gas was tightly pinched by that hand, with no place to escape.
Song Zhishu was filled with terror.
"Boom!"
A sound came from the palm of that hand. The mass of black gas was instantly crushed to pieces, and not even a scream was uttered.
Chen Changsheng looked horrified.
All the City God Yinchai present had their eyes wide open, looking at this scene in disbelief.
When that huge hand dissipated.
Where is the figure of the evil spirit? It has long been under that palm...
My soul has flown away!
Chen Changsheng withdrew his mind and suddenly came to his senses.
His lips parted slightly and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
This evil spirit...
Why are you so reluctant to fight?
The magic sword in the old City God's hand dissipated, and the Yin Chao in the dilapidated small courtyard seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. One by one, they sat down.
But in the sky, a grain of sand drifted down.
The Old City God watched as the grain of sand drifted towards Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng's heart paused slightly. He reached out and caught that grain of sand.
"Buzz."
Only to see that the grain of sand gave off a faint glow and turned into a strand of hair.
It's really something from me... '
Chen Changsheng frowned slightly and suddenly felt a bit strange.
How could a single hair of one's own have such power?
This is really beyond comprehension.
The golden statue behind the Old City God vanished. It floated down from mid-air and landed in front of Chen Changsheng.
"Little God, thank you, Mr. Chen, for your action."
Hong Sancai also led a group of evil spirits out of the small courtyard.
I have met Mr. Chen.
Hong Sancai bowed his hands and lowered his head, showing respect.
Chen Changsheng quickly folded up his hair, reached out to help the old City God up, and then said to the group of evil messengers in front of him, "Old City God, you are too kind. All evil messengers, please get up."
Hong Sancai's gaze towards Chen Changsheng has now changed.
Today, he finally got to see what the means of an immortal are.
The Old City God said, "Mr. Chen, why don't we talk somewhere else?"
Chen Changsheng glanced at the dilapidated small courtyard and agreed, "All right."
The Old City God led Chen Changsheng away from here.
Hong Sancai and a group of other troublemakers stayed behind to clean up the mess.
"Head, who is this gentleman?" A messenger asked.
Hong Sancai turned his head and said, "You just need to know that Mr. Chen is someone even the City God dares not offend."
All the evil spirits couldn't help shivering as they recalled that palm strike just now.
Who would dare to offend such a person!
Hong Sancai, on the other hand, was thinking to himself, "Is this Mr. Chen's level of cultivation..." '
It's really intimidating.
Chen Changsheng and the Old City God came to a teahouse in Qiuyuefang.
I chose a remote place and served two cups of hot tea.
The Old City God took a small sip of tea and said, "Just now, thank you, Mr. Chen, for your help."
Chen Changsheng said, "Of course. Since Chen Mou is here, there's no reason for him to just stand by and do nothing."
The Old City God didn't expose the master either. He only thought that the master was testing them.
The Old City God let out a sigh of relief and then said, "It's really not right that I left such a curse in the Autumn Moon Pavilion. If it weren't for you, Sir, I might have made a big mistake today."
Chen Changsheng said, "Chen Mou has also heard about this evil spirit. To be honest, this Song Zhiyuan is also seeking his own death. This old story can be considered settled."
After hearing this, the Old City God couldn't help but say, "Once he turns into a vengeful spirit, there will be no way to reverse the situation."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng said, "Chen Mou is somewhat puzzled. If Song Zhiyuan had not turned into an evil spirit, what would have happened to that young master of the Gao family in the end?"
When the Old City God heard what the master said, he naturally replied honestly, "Good and evil will be rewarded. After his death and entering the netherworld, all the mistakes he made in his life will have to be repaid one by one. In fact, relatively speaking, being swallowed by Song Zhiyuan has actually benefited him."
"Did you take advantage of him?" Chen Changsheng asked.
The Old City God nodded and said, "Take the crimes committed by the young Master of the Gao family before as an example. Once he enters the netherworld, he will be punished with eighty years of whips without a break, and then be sent to hell, never to be reborn again."
Chen Changsheng understood and nodded, saying, "So, it's also reasonable."
Good deeds are rewarded with good, and evil deeds with evil. When it comes to the City God, rewards and punishments are naturally clear.
When it comes to Song Zhishu, it is actually reasonable to take revenge for grudges and repay grievances. However, after his death, he no longer belongs to the human world. The ghost world and the human world each have their own rules.
The grudges and grievances in the human world should be managed by the government, while the good and evil in the ghost world are governed by the City God and the Yin messengers.
People like Song Zhishu have already broken the rules.
Moreover, his greatest mistake was not the murder but the fact that he implicated too many innocent people in the Gao family, which was why he ended up in such a situation.
All the mistakes lie in people's hearts.
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but sigh and said, "If the government office had acted with integrity and honesty, Wen's daughter wouldn't have died unjustly in the court, and Song Zhiyuan wouldn't have ended up in such a situation."
Human hearts are hard to fathom.
The Old City God sighed and added some tea for Chen Changsheng, saying, "Sir, don't blame me. As the City God, I only care about what happens after a person's death. I can do nothing about what happens during one's lifetime."
Chen Changsheng gave a gentle smile and said, "Chen Mou knows."
He just feels a little unwell.
Ultimately, such dirty things can happen everywhere. After all, the world is like this.
At this moment, the Old City God asked, "By the way, Sir, there is one thing that I don't understand. Then, what is the origin of the treasure that Song Zhishu used? Why can't even the Heaven and Earth Magic Sword shatter it?"
"This..."
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment, raised his hand and displayed that hair in front of the Old City God.
This hair was transformed from gravel. Chen Changsheng said.
"A hair?"
"Not bad."
Whose hair?
Chen Changsheng replied, "If Chen Mou says this hair is mine, will the Old City God believe it?"
The Old City God glanced at his hair and then at Chen Changsheng. He said, "How could I not believe it? But how did this hair end up in the hands of that evil spirit?"
It's my fault.
Chen Changsheng said, "The last time I left the Autumn Moon Pavilion, I stayed in that small courtyard for a while. Maybe I left it behind at that time and happened to be picked up by that evil spirit."
The Old City God said, "Is that so?"
In fact, Chen Changsheng still had doubts in his heart.
Why does one of my broken hairs have such power?
This is too bizarre.
What puzzled him was not only the broken hair but also his divine consciousness.
Chen Changsheng then asked, "Chen Mou has one more question to ask the Old City God."
Sir, may I ask?
"What realm can a monk in this world reach after three years of cultivation?" "
"Three years..."
The Old City God replied, "I'm not quite sure about this either. But I once saw some records in a certain immortal book, which said that after entering the immortal path, it would take at least a hundred years to build a foundation."
He paused for a moment and asked in puzzlement, "Why did the Sir Ask this?"
Chen Changsheng's expression was calm as he replied, "Just asking casually."
He calmly picked up the tea bowl and took a small sip.
It seems that my divine consciousness is not right either.
(End of this chapter)