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Chapter 112 Is Praying for Rain Again
Confusion flashed across Mother Song's face.

After they were imprisoned, they were locked up. Besides the people here and the jailers, who else could there be?

But she still thought about it, and answered Qingqian's question seriously: "After being imprisoned, I have never had contact with anyone else except the prisoner. Ting'er was young, and he used to be in good health. In the past two years, for some reason, he often developed a high fever. , Almost every one or two months, I have to send it once. The doctor said that he was frightened and hurt his foundation. But I asked Tinger himself, and he didn’t know what frightened he had been. The first... was to open an altar to pray When it was raining, he revisited it out of curiosity."

"So..." Song's mother said with a painful expression, "So maybe it's because Ting'er is weak and got into something, or maybe it's God punishing us."

People believe in ghosts and gods, and Song's mother is no exception. The child was inexplicably frightened and injured.

Either they were stained with dirty things, or God couldn't see them, so punish them.

After three years of severe drought in Lingzhou, starvation was everywhere. She watched her husband who used to be dedicated to the people, and she didn't know what he had done to bring things to this point.

If it is not retribution, who will believe it?
It was praying for rain again.

It doesn't matter if it's true, even ghosts don't believe it.

Qingzhu remembered the Changming Daoist that Song Tanxi said, and asked: "I heard that there is a Changming Daoist, do you know his origin? Also, what did he do and what does it have to do with your family? But tell me everything you know, don't miss a single word."

Song's mother didn't know why, so she looked at her with some uncertainty.

"Mother, this is..." Song Tanxi wanted to explain Qingqian's identity to his mother, but he wasn't sure if he could say it. He just opened his mouth, then stopped, and looked at Qingqian.

Qing Kuo said: "Your son seems to be dying, but I can seal his heart. He won't die for a while. I know there is someone who can save him. If you answer my question well, I can make him die." That man saved your son."

"You..." Mother Song's eyes widened in surprise, and then she came to her senses and kowtowed to Qingkua a few times: "I said, I said, what do you want to know, as long as I know, I will say it. "

Things turned around, and the son who thought he was doomed suddenly had hope.

At this time, don't let Song's mother confess, even if she is asked to die immediately, she will not hesitate.

"Then answer my question first. Tell me everything you know about Daoist Changming." Qing Kuo did not avoid the others in the prison: "You too, as long as you know, tell me, as long as it is true , even if I can't let you go, I will make your life easier."

The others were originally lifeless, but when they heard what Qing Chuan said, their eyes lit up, and they began to rack their brains to think about Changming Daoist.

"I, let me say it first," said one of the slightly fat women. She looked shrewd and neat, but at this moment she seemed a little nervous, and she hugged the daughter in her arms tighter.

Song Tanxi explained to Qingkuang in a low voice, "This is my second aunt."

Qing Kuo nodded and looked at the woman.

The woman got the permission and hurriedly said: "My husband met the Taoist priest Changming when he was doing business in the north. It is said that the Taoist priest was seriously injured at that time. My husband was kind and rescued him. Later, their caravan encountered a poison barrier in the forest, and some people went crazy after being bitten by a strange insect, it was Daoist Chang Ming who rescued them and led the caravan out of the poison barrier."

(End of this chapter)