People are among the Eight Immortals, starting from Painted Skin Ghost

Chapter 12

"Don't forget the previous suspicions, Daoist Han, let me be ashamed!"

Knowing that Han Xiangzi had no intention of blaming him, Ma Zhou and the others felt relieved.

Thinking of how they made things difficult for Han Xiangzi earlier, Ma Zhou and others were ashamed.

After getting up, he bowed respectfully again.

"Don't be too angry with others, but be lenient with yourself."

"Pindao still has a lot to do in the next few days, and maybe a few days of curfew will be violated. Don't blame everyone."

Han Xiangzi said a witty remark and laughed with everyone.

"It's natural."

"Don't worry, Daoist Han, I will definitely tell those Yamen servants who are watching the night when the time comes."

Chen Xian heard the words and hurriedly expressed his opinion.

But Ma Zhou and the others were still thinking about the meaning of Han Xiangzi's previous words, but they never came to their senses.

After he understood, Han Xiangzi had drifted away and disappeared on the street.

only.

What surprised Ma Zhou was that the household register in his hand had disappeared at some point, and he didn't notice it.

The rest of the yamen servants were also dumbfounded when they saw it.

"Now you guys understand how powerful Daoist Han is?"

"If you encounter such a situation on weekdays, you should be more careful."

Chen Xian seems to be used to this.

Ma Zhou and the others were silent.

After Chen Xian lectured Ma Zhou and others, he got on his horse and headed towards the county government.

……

"Cuizhi, why didn't you wake me up this morning?"

Late at night, in Zhang's residence.

In the front hall, the lights were still on.

At this moment, Mrs. Zhang stared at the door for a long time, seeing no one came in, she couldn't help complaining to the maid Cuizhi.

"Madam, when Daoist Han left, he said he would be back tonight."

After hearing this, Cuizhi felt aggrieved and explained.

She couldn't stop Han Xiangzi from leaving.

"It's so late at night, Daoist Han hasn't returned yet, most likely he left Longshan County."

Mrs. Zhang was full of disappointment.

At such a time, the other servants in the house had already fallen asleep, only the faint sound of snoring could be heard in the courtyard at this moment, mixed with the crowing of frogs one after another in the night.

She fell silent.

In the courtyard, a loud laughter sounded after a while.

"Where is the old lady talking, the poor Taoist is busy in the daytime."

It was Han Xiangzi, who entered the door by moonlight.

"Old lady, this servant said that Daoist Han would not leave."

As soon as Han Xiangzi appeared, the servant girl Cuizhi seemed to have a glimmer of light in her gloomy eyes, and she hurriedly proved it to Mrs. Zhang.

"It's the old man who blamed you."

Mrs. Zhang also knew what was wrong with her, so she smiled apologetically at Cuizhi.

"The old lady is serious, and this servant knows that the old lady is also reluctant to leave Daoist Han."

Cuizhi replied obediently, but didn't really take it to heart.

Strange to say.

Mrs. Zhang and Cui Zhi didn't hear the knock on the door, and Daoist Han just appeared in the room, maybe he can talk about the wall-penetrating technique mentioned in the book?

"Han Daochang, have you ever eaten?"

Suddenly, Cui Zhi raised her head and asked with a bright smile.

"Pindao has eaten." Han Xiangzi said.

Knowing that Han Xiangzi had dinner, Cuizhi was a little disappointed.

In the kitchen stove, meals are always warmed up for him.

"Changwen, come in quickly."

"This is Daoist Han who saved you!"

"If it wasn't for him, I'm afraid you would die in Jiuquan, and let the white-haired man send the black-haired man to your mother and your father."

Here.

Accompanied by the servant, Zhang Changwen staggered to the front hall.

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhang immediately went to help him and spoke to him.

"Xiaoke Zhang Changwen, pay homage to Daoist Han."

"Thank you Daoist Han for saving your life, Xiao Ke will never forget it, and I hope to repay you with a grass ring!"

After hearing this, Zhang Changwen immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Han Xiangzi.

After resting overnight and adjusting his breath during the day, Zhang Changwen's complexion recovered a lot.

But still rest.

"It's not necessary to tie the grass and hold the ring."

"Zhang Changwen, the poor Taoist asked you, do you know if you made a mistake?"

Han Xiangzi didn't ask him to get up immediately, but looked straight at him, a white-faced scholar, and gave a deep drink.

"Xiao Ke knew he was wrong!"

"As a scholar, I regret being fascinated by female sex and neglecting my studies; as a husband, I humiliate my first wife and go on and on; as a son of man, disobeying my parents and humiliating my high school is disobedience and unfilial piety."

When the sound of drinking came, Zhang Changwen only felt his heart flutter.

With a dejected look on his face, he lowered his head, expressing serious repentance.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, since you are devout and repentant, it is a great kindness."

"But your heart has been taken away by ghosts, and your five viscera have been destroyed. Although the poor Taoist can connect it again, it will eventually be harmed."

"In the future, you should use less foul language, know how to maintain your health, and don't have an evil heart. Once you commit another crime, you will definitely die without a place to bury you!"

"Remember, color characters are like a knife, and there are gods when you raise your head three feet away."

Han Xiangzi recited the Baogao, looked straight at Zhang Changwen, and saw the golden light of vow power on his body with his Dharma eyes. He knew that he was sincerely repentant, so he admonished him a few more words.

"Xiao Ke remembers Daoist Han's words!"

Hearing this, Zhang Changwen was very respectful, and immediately bowed again.

This time, he walked through the door of hell.

Zhang Changwen was overjoyed to be alive again.

I feel more and more precious about family affection.

"Ah Fu, take the young master down to rest first."

Here, Mrs. Zhang witnessed the whole scene with a look of relief on her face.

Feeling sorry for Zhang Changwen who had just recovered from a serious illness, he was afraid of catching the cold, so he asked his servants to send him back.

"Mother, the child is going to rest first, and you and Daoist Han also went to bed earlier."

Zhang Changwen, Mrs. Zhang and Han Xiangzi greeted each other and left the hall.

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi nodded slightly.

After Zhang Changwen left, he also got up with Mrs. Zhang to say goodbye, and wanted to go back to his room to rest.

But Han Xiangzi didn't take a few steps, but Mrs. Zhang stopped him:

"The Taoist priest stay!"

"Madam Zhang, is there anything else?" Han Xiangzi asked.

"Han Daochang, the old woman wants to know how much the dog's lifespan will be reduced after this disaster?"

Mrs. Zhang asked in a low voice.

Previously, when Zhang Changwen was here, Mrs. Zhang didn't dare to ask more questions.

After he left, it was time to speak.

"Well, this Painted Skin Ghost killed more than [-] people in Longshan County. Although these have nothing to do with Mr. Ling, they are also related to karma. He has lost his morality, and at least he will lose ten years of his life."

Han Xiangzi sighed and sighed.

Reduction of life ten years, Han Xiangzi put it mildly.

If it is really estimated, fifteen to twenty years is the most appropriate.

This is ancient times, and medicine is not well developed. Ordinary people can live to the age of sixty, which is a long life.

Old age is even rarer.

Otherwise, Wang Mingyuan would not take it as his contribution to enlightenment if there were more elderly people in Longshan County this year!

You know, the imperial court wants to count the elders of the old age in the register.

Every year, there is also a subsidy.

"Is there a remedy?" Mrs. Zhang asked anxiously, worried.

"not at all."

Han Xiangzi shook his head.

In this world, there are gains and losses. Although Zhang Changwen has been saved, the evils he committed before cannot be cleared away. Only Yangshou can make up for it!

After the words fell, Mrs. Zhang felt a pain in her heart.

How many decades are there in life?
Besides, she also knew that Daoist Han's words must be reserved.

In fact, there may be more!

Baobuqi Zhang Changwen will die young.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhang was in a state of confusion for a moment.

"but……"

(End of this chapter)