infodatos Chapter 193 The Past Follows The Wind
Chapter 193 The Past Follows The Wind
As soon as Qin He Youzai Youzai came out of Zhao Prison, he felt a breath lock himself.
Very strong, a master of external strength.
But Qin He wasn't interested in answering, walked around the corner of the street, blinked twice, and then shook off.
Cause and effect, every bit of it is involved.
Avoid it if you can.
If it goes any further, the technique of concealing the secrets of the heavens will almost be overwhelmed.
Moreover.
What do you say when you meet?
Whip, or throat?
It's hard to say.
After leaving the city and returning to the pier, Qin He's Variety God Cloak was changed into a black robe and a large cloak, and the mask was around, and then went to the Qingniu Immortal Temple.
This is the new look of Qingniu Daxian designed by Qin He for himself, full of mystery.
The temple is still the same temple, but there are obviously more repairs.
The altar was bigger, there were more futons, and the portrait on the top was replaced with a new one.
The roof has new wooden beams and it looks like it won't be long before it will be re-tiled.
There is also a merit box on the side of the statue, which is the source of repair funds.
The biggest change is that the floor of the shrine is paved with bricks, which is not a little better than the original mud floor. There are two masons working on the open space outside.
But no Laifu.
From time to time, people and refugees came in to make wishes and fulfill their wishes. Qin He could only hear a small part of it, but not most of it.
This may be the difference between sincerity and insincerity.
At this point, the Qingniu Immortal Temple finally has the appearance of a temple.
Since the Zhongshan Prince's Mansion began to give out porridge, more refugees came here.
It was rumored in the streets that the Immortal Qingniu drove the Zhongshan King's Mansion, and the oracle ordered the Zhongshan King to open a warehouse to help the victims, and only then did the porridge later.
There was an endless stream of grateful refugees, who entered the shrine and made vows.
Some wished to drink porridge today and wished not to stop giving porridge, some wished to find lost relatives, some wished that the weather will be good in the coming year, so that they can survive this winter and go home...
The wishes of the refugees are very simple, they just want to survive.
Relying on them, Qin He started to gain thousands of merits every day these days.
It's just that these thousands of merits are a drop in the bucket compared with Wuyang Wuyang's refugee group in Beijing.
There is food in the belly, except for those who are strongly grateful, no one will come here to beg for food.
It's hard to be a god in the east.
After sensing the location, Qin He found Laifu in the woods behind the temple.
The old man wiped his tears while building a grave for the Liang family, which was very desolate.
It is said to be a tomb, but it is actually a small soil bag with a wooden tablet with engraved words on it, not even a clothes tomb.
More than 30 wooden steles stand up in a forest, which is really miserable.
The sound of Qin He's walking footsteps startled Laifu.
Laifu hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Daxian, you are here, my master...has suffered a catastrophe..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Laifu burst into tears again.
"Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and everyone has their own destiny. Please mourn."
Regarding Liang Shijie's right and wrong, Qin He doesn't want to say anything more, time will soon dilute everything. Laifu is deeply blessed in this life, without the burden of the Liang family, his life didn't really begin until he was close to sixty years old.
After a while, Laifu calmed down a bit, took out a yellow fur from his bosom, and said: "Da Xian'er, a person asked me to pass this thing to you more than ten days ago, saying that you are very kind, He will reappear in the next life, and I asked him what his name is, but he said that there is no need to leave a name, you know."
"Huang Chengren."
Qin He's eyes narrowed slightly, and he reached out to take it.
This is an exquisite neck, the whole body is dark yellow, without a trace of variegation.
When he was still in Liang's house, Huang Chengren wanted to make a deal with himself, asking him to kill Liang Shijie.
I didn't agree, but gave it three thousand merits in exchange for a human body plus human fireworks for ten days.
Unexpectedly, in the end, it still gave itself the fur of a hundred years of penance.
It should be that there is nowhere to find myself, so I can only send it to the temple.
After sweeping the qi technique, there is no trace of resentment in the fur. This is what Huang Chengren willingly shed before his death. The fur is pure and spiritual. It can protect future generations and can be a family heirloom.
"Did it say anything else?" Qin He asked.
"No, he left after giving the fur."
Laifu shook his head, paused and asked: "Daxian, I remember that there is a yellow leather that always haunts Liang's house, the color is very similar to this fur."
"This is a rare blessing in nine lifetimes."
Qin He smiled mysteriously, put away the yellow leather scarf, turned and left.
Huang Chengren died in bed, Liang Shijie's head fell to the ground, and a single thought made it impossible to recover.
I just don't know where Huang Chengren buried himself.
Presumably, it should be able to overlook the world, right?
However, this has nothing to do with Qin He. Death is like a lamp going out, and the past follows the wind and smoke. The entanglement between the Liang family and Huang Chengren has come to an end.
No one will know, let alone mention it.
On the copper scales, the man in black opened his golden mouth: "Fortunate fate is hard to come to those who have no righteousness. The way of heaven does not reward the few who believe. Don't let the karma be less, and you can't help people at the moment."
Reward: Voting Pen.