After Princess Xuanxue came down from the mountain, the whole capital was in chaos.

Feng Mushan shrank back, he was very afraid of Yuan Qi's dazzling golden light of merit. He had been dead for more than ten years, so he naturally knew what the golden light of merit meant. The golden light of merit could not only deter evil spirits but also kill them.

This is much more powerful than Yin Cha. He is a Heavenly Master, but I don’t know how much he can offend a fake Yin Cha like him.

He looked at Yuan Qi and hit the palm of his hand with half of the mourning stick. He felt that it was no different than hitting himself, and his soul felt trembling.

Seeing his cowardly look, Yuan Qi felt that this guy was not a good person because he was a tough guy and bullied the weak, so he yelled, "Say! What are you waiting for?"

She raised the mourning stick in her hand and struck Feng Mushan on the head.

Feng Mushan covered his head and screamed: "I said, I said..."

Many older people in the Feng family knew him, and when they saw his virtue, they all thought he was worthless and a coward.

Especially the second uncle, who even called him uncle, was particularly angry. He pointed the crutch in his hand at him and asked angrily: "Did you kill the younger generation of the Feng family?"

The second uncle poked the ground sadly and yelled very sadly: "Why! You should tell me!"

Feng Mushan stuck out his head and replied: "Others forced me! I also had no choice."

He didn't dare to look at Yuan Qi and the Feng family, his eyes avoided and he stared at the ground.

Yuan Qi said "Hmm" and scolded him: "You fart!" Then he hit him with the mourning stick.

Feng Mushan screamed and fell directly to the ground, his soul and body feeling a little weak.

He trembled all over and explained harshly: "The enemy of the Feng family forced me to do it. Why should I kill the children of the Feng family? Do I want to? I don't want to either."

Yuan Qi twitched the corner of his mouth and hit him with another mourning stick. Feng Mushan wailed miserably: "Master Tian, ​​please have mercy on me. I was really forced. It was an evil deed that forced me. He also gave me this mourning stick." "

Feng Mushan knew that Yuan Qi would not be able to confront Yin Chai, so he made up random things to get through.

He stared at Yuan Qi, fearing that if Yuan Qi picked up the mourning stick again, his soul would be scattered by Yuan Qi.

He was trembling and hiding in the corner, like a poor child after being beaten.

Yuan Qi hit his palm with the mourning stick. He was also curious. If he hits the mortal body with the mourning stick, the soul will definitely be damaged. The Celestial Master is worthy of being a Celestial Master, but nothing happened to him. He seems to have such a body. one.

"Tianshi, what I said is true. Stop hitting me. If you hit me again, I will lose my soul."

The people of the Feng family looked at their ancestors cowardly begging for help, and they had no backbone at all. The Feng family was a hairpin family after all, and the elder brother had a straight spine. How could he become such a useless person?
What a disgrace to our ancestors.

Yuan Qi gave him another blow, and now his soul was much weaker. He was so frightened that he bared his teeth and screamed, and his whole body jumped in pain.

"First, where did this mourning stick come from?" Yuan Qi raised the mourning stick high, ready to beat ghosts at any time.

"Why are you so cruel at such a young age? You're going to beat me to death!" Feng Mushan didn't want to tell the truth. If he did, he probably wouldn't be able to spare him.

Yuan Qi gave him another blow without politeness. Feng Mushan screamed "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", and his soul and body were so weak that they became translucent.

Yuan Qi threatened: "If you don't tell me, prepare to lose your mind. I can ask the people here."

She pointed at the ancestors in the ancestral hall. She could clearly see that the ears of the ancestors were blocked with dirt, but their eyes were not blocked. The reason is very simple. Blinding the eyes is too obvious and can be seen by people who come to the ancestral hall to offer incense.

"I said it, I said it!" Feng Mushan covered his head, fearing that Yuan Qi would hit him again, "I picked it up, I picked it up!" Yuan Qi raised the mourning stick high again: "You think I am your ancestor, so easy to fool, What is a mourning stick? It is a sacred object. If you pick it up, pick it up. Then pick up another one for me now! "

Yuan Qi's mourning stick fell, but it didn't hit him.

He was also so frightened that he screamed: "You really picked it up. Ten years ago, I saw two Yinzai fighting in Shilipo. The fight was fierce. One of the Yinzai's mourning stick was broken and he was seriously injured. , I picked up his mourning stick while he was unconscious."

Yuan Qi couldn't tell whether it was true or not, so he silently recited the summoning technique and planned to find a ghost to ask.

Feng Mushan was trembling all over seeing this. This heavenly master could actually summon evil spirits without setting up an incense table or wearing a robe. He was very capable.

The second uncle of the Feng family was so angry that he no longer cared about whether he was an elder, let alone the identity of his ancestor.

He asked angrily: "Tell me, why did you kill the children of the Feng family!"

The people from the Feng family next to them all said, "Speak!"

"I, I, I... the people above said that the Feng family should have no heirs!" Feng Mushan made up another random sentence.

The second uncle of the Feng family went to hit him with a cane, but missed him.

Yuan Qi took action unceremoniously and raised the mourning stick to scare him: "Should the Feng family have no heirs? Are you fooling the devil? If you don't tell me, then you will be gone."

It wasn't that she felt sorry for Feng Mushan, but if she beat him again, he would really lose his soul.

Feng Mushan immediately spoke: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"

He shrunk his head and looked up at the people of the Feng family: "I want to find a job in the underworld, and an underworld servant asked me to do something for him. Once the job is done, he recommended me to work as an underworld missionary in the underworld."

The second uncle of the Feng family sternly rebuked: "It's ridiculous, how can you ignore future generations for your own selfishness? You are from the Feng family, how can you be so selfish?"

Feng Aotian was also very angry. He stepped forward and asked, "Who is the culprit? Tell me."

Feng Mushan looked at him as if he were a fool, rather confident: "Is it possible that you are still trying to pull off a conspiracy?"

He also expected that no matter how powerful Yuan Qi was, he would not be able to interfere in the affairs of the underworld, let alone catch the underworld. You must scare this little guy more.

Yuan Qi chuckled: "It's just a small seduction. I have acquaintances in the underworld. Pluto often plays chess with me. It's just a matter of words to deal with whoever I want to deal with."

Feng Mushan curled his lips and snorted: "Just brag."

Yuan Qi looked at the Feng family ancestral hall. The ancestors in the portrait had their ears blocked, so he reminded everyone: "Did you see that your ancestors' ears were blocked, and they were blocked with feces. You guys didn't. Do you see your ancestors getting angry?"

The Feng family really couldn't tell, so they took a closer look after Yuan Qi reminded them. Sure enough, there was something on the ear of the ancestor's portrait.

All the descendants of the Feng family knelt on the ground and confessed.

Yuan Qi found it inexplicably funny, pointed at the Feng family and mocked rudely: "You claim to be filial sons and virtuous grandchildren, don't you see it? Our ancestors had their ears blocked with feces. Not only could they not hear, but their souls would also be sealed inside and unable to move. , Tsk, tsk, it’s really… I feel sick just thinking about it.”

The Feng family wanted to beat Feng Mushan to death. (End of chapter)