I rely on fortune-telling to conquer wealthy families

As soon as Shang Qing's words came out, the ones who reacted the most were the old men around him.

One of the old men stomped his walking stick, "Yonghai! Is what Qingqing said true? Where did you cut down the tree? Did you cut down the camphor tree at the end of the village?"

Yonghai's back stiffened, "No, no, what are you talking about, Fourth Grandpa? Wasn't that camphor tree stolen last year? We all called the police, but the police didn't find out the results. Don't be slanderous... "

The fourth grandfather was so angry that he beat him with a cane, "When you said it, I really remembered it! The trouble in your family started when the camphor tree was stolen! And they said it was not you who cut it down! Yonghai, Yonghai, that tree was all It has been here for hundreds of years, and maybe it has become a spirit. If you dare to chop it down, you are really taking the courage of a leopard!"

Yong Hai didn't dare to hide, so he just took a few crutches, and said in a panic: "What age does it take to become a sperm or not... No, no, can you really become a sperm?"

The Fourth Grandpa hated the fact that iron cannot become steel, "I won't tell you!" Then he turned to look at Shang Qing, "Qingqing, show him if he can be saved. If not, quickly pull him to the mountain and bury him! "

Yong Hai almost burst into tears, "No, Fourth Grandpa, why can't we be saved... All these ghosts and ghosts are all lies, right?"

Shang Qing raised his hand and pointed, "You can try pressing the Guimen point. If it hurts, it means you are being targeted by something. The worse the pain, the less likely it is to let you go."

Yong Hai curled his lips, "What if I don't feel pain?"

Shang Qing: "That means nothing happened to you."

Yonghai was still a little disapproving. After he started running long distances, he traveled all over the country and felt that he had gained a lot of knowledge. He scorned the rumors passed down in the village and always felt that they were made up by the old people in the village to scare people.

Especially, the person who said these words to him now was still a child with no hair on his head, and he didn't believe a word of it.

Thinking like this, he stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the Guimen acupoint.

Instantly, a stinging pain like needles spread throughout his body, and his expression changed immediately.

Shang Qing had been paying attention to his expression, and nodded when he saw this, "It was all a small fight before, but now it seems that you are murderous. What on earth did you do?"

Yong Hai's lips trembled and he opened his clothes in disbelief. How could it hurt so much? He was not sick or injured, so why did the slightest touch hurt so much?

Ghost Gate... He was actually targeted by a ghost? Thinking of what Shang Qing had just said, he was startled and raised his head suddenly, "Master... Master, I... please help me!"

Shang Qing was impatient, "I'm asking you, what did you do?"

Fourth Grandpa and several other old men also pressed him, "You bastard! Tell me what bad things you have done!"

Yonghai shrank his neck and saw that he could no longer hide it, so he hesitated and said: "I, I... the camphor tree at the entrance of the village was indeed cut down by me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard an uproar around him.

Not only the elders, Grandpa Fourth and Aunt Cao, but also the people around them began to curse.

You Ziming and Meng Huai stood in the crowd, feeling like spitting stars were spraying all around them:

"He really cut it down! I said that the tree has been growing for hundreds of years, but why was it stolen a few years ago? No outsiders came to the village during that time!"

"This tree was planted by our ancestors, and our ancestors told us not to cut it down! Isn't this kid seeking death?"

"Today's young people are really inferior to each other! They dare to do anything!"

"Hey! When I was a kid, I also thought about cutting down that tree and building a playground to play basketball at the end of the village. I didn't expect that he actually did it..."

You Ziming and Meng Huai shrank their necks at the same time and looked at each other: The public resentment is boiling... This Yonghai is really good.

Yonghai shivered when he was scolded and said quickly: "I didn't cut down the trees blindly! When I was running long distances, I met a boss who specialized in purchasing this kind of wood. I was afraid that the village would not agree, so I took my brothers to cut down the trees... …This camphor tree cost 120,000 yuan!”

"I didn't keep the money to myself! At the beginning of the year, I built a road at the entrance of the village. I paid for it from here, but everyone took that road!"

Shang Qing looked at his incoherent sophistry and shook his head, "An old tree that has become a spirit has protected your village for hundreds of years, and let you, an unfilial son, sell it for 120,000... Man, you are really stupid."

There was a roar of people around, and Fourth Grandpa and Aunt Cao were so angry that they cursed Yonghai.

Yonghai knew that he was in the wrong, so he lowered his head and did not dare to say a word. One hand was still touching his Guimen point, and he didn't know if he regretted it in his heart.

After Fourth Grandpa finished cursing, he looked several years older, with deep helplessness hidden in the wrinkles on his face. He walked up to Shang Qing and said, "Qing Qing, this stupid boy did something wrong, but his crime is not worthy of death. See if you can save his life?"

Hearing this, Yonghai quickly raised his head and watched eagerly.

Shang Qing sneered, "Why can't he be punished with death? He killed someone, and they want his life. Isn't it fair?"

Yong Hai's face turned red immediately after hearing this, and he stopped talking about what he wanted to say, his face still a bit unconvinced. He is a human being. Isn't it funny that a person pays for a tree with his life?

The fourth grandfather sighed, "That's the reason, but after all, he is also a child who grew up in the village. Can we discuss it with Laoshu again? If we can spare his life, we are willing to make offerings to Laoshu."

Shang Qing glanced at the old man and sighed slightly, "Okay, take me to the place where the tree was cut down."

Yonghai was smarter this time and hurried to the front to lead the way.

A group of people came to the village.

There should have been a towering tree here, and the current season is when it should sprout and grow leaves that sway softly in the wind. But now, there is only a huge deep pit, running across the yellow and white land, like an ugly scar.

Shang Qing jumped into the pit.

The soil in the pit has dried, and some dry tree roots can still be seen. These roots are still clinging to the earth, as if they can imagine the unwillingness of a living being on the verge of death.

Shang Qing burned a talisman, sniffed it gently, pushed aside a stone, and picked up a handful of yellow animal hair with his two fingers.

Fourth Grandpa said worriedly: "How is it?"

Shang Qing put away the animal hair and said calmly: "This old tree has lost its spiritual wisdom. It is not the one who wants to kill people."

Grandpa Fourth was even more worried, "That's..."

Shang Qing: "Have you ever heard the rumors about Baojiaxian? There is Baojiaxian in Caojia Village, a yellow fairy. This yellow fairy has probably been with the old tree for hundreds of years, and they have a deep friendship. Now the old tree is cut down. Yes, Huang Xian avenged him and took this kid's life."

After Shang Qing finished speaking in a few words, the fourth grandfather sighed, "Baojiaxian... I forgot, my grandfather did say that there is a Huangxian in our Caojia Village, and he also taught us not to harm the Huangxian."

Yong Hai couldn't help but poke his head around, "That... Baojiaxian can still kill the people he wants to protect?"

Shang Qing said coldly: "Of course I can't kill you for no reason. Why can't I kill you if you did something wrong? Immortal Baojia has cultivated the right path and hates people who don't distinguish right from wrong and forget justice for profit."

Yong Hai was so frightened that he shrank his head, but he did feel a trace of regret in his heart. He didn't believe in supernatural beings before. He just thought that the tree would grow in vain there, so he might as well exchange some money to subsidize his family and build roads in the village.

Now think about it, if he knew that the tree was intelligent, would he still do this?

Shang Qing was too lazy to pay attention to him and said to Fourth Grandpa: "Prepare some things for me. I will find this Huang Xian for a while and see if I can save this fool's life."

The Fourth Grandpa naturally agreed repeatedly and quickly ordered people to prepare.

After a while, the cinnabar, incense, roast chicken and other things Shang Qing asked for were ready.

Shang Qing went directly to Yonghai's house, sprinkled cinnabar in specific directions in the yard, lit incense, offered roast chicken, and then lit the tuft of hair.

He had driven away the idle people around him early in the morning, and now there were only Yong Hai, Fourth Grandpa, Aunt Cao, You Ziming and Meng Huai in the yard.

The moment the hair was ignited, everyone felt a strange smell coming. It smelled like an animal, but it was not unpleasant, and it also had a hint of incense... They couldn't help but worry: Are they here? ?

At this moment, a gust of wind blew open the door, and a shadow that could not be caught by the naked eye blew in like a whirlwind, and pounced on Shang Qing with a clear target!

The yellow immortal stood up, as tall as a person, with the hair on his body standing up like steel needles, and black nails piercing his front paws.

However, Shang Qing did not move.

A trace of human doubt flashed in its eyes, and its forward movement paused, as if it was blocked by some transparent barrier. Then its abdomen was swept hard, and its huge body flew out.

Huang Xian fell to the ground, and the ground showed a trace of being pulled out by the cylinder. Its ears twitched nervously, and its eyes looked around. It could feel that there was an extremely powerful force nearby, but it couldn't see where it was.

Unable to defeat... Huang Xian landed on all fours, turned around and ran towards the door.

At this time, Shang Qing took out his jade pen, input spiritual energy and waved it - the cinnabar on the ground was stirred, and long lines were drawn out.

Red lines flew in the air and soon formed a circle around the yard. As soon as Huang Xiang ran to the door, he hit the red line, bounced back and fell back.

Naturally, it refused to admit defeat and crashed around desperately.

The few people behind could only see red lights flashing in the yard and a yellow figure scurrying around. They were so frightened that they dared not come out.

Shang Qing held the jade pen and carefully drew the red line. For him, slapping this yellow fairy to death was just a snap of his fingers, but catching it alive was a bit difficult.

The main reason is that Baojiaxian is an animal fairy, and there is always a bit of arrogant animality in him. If you don't conquer them, they won't listen to you.

And in a place where no one could see him, Fu Lianzhi released his long tail and surrounded his boy in a circle, like a dragon guarding his treasure.

The Ghost King was also miserable. He rubbed his tail secretly for fear of being beaten.

Finally, the red line narrowed and tightened in circles, trapping Huang Xian and capturing him alive.

Huang Xian struggled and twisted, uttering human words: "I didn't expect a master to come... I am defeated in your hands today. I will kill or behead you as you please!"

Shang Qing hooked his fingers, waited for Yong Hai to come over, kicked his knees, and made him kneel down in front of Huang Xian, "This idiot made a mistake before, and his family wants to ask you if you can spare his life."

Huang Xian's eyes were complicated, and after a long while, he said: "He has guarded the village for two hundred and eighty years, blessing the people in the village with good weather, peace and happiness, but now he was killed and sold for 120,000 by the little boy he guarded who grew up. You let him If I let him go, do you think I would be willing to let him go?"

Yong Hai was so frightened by the weasel that could speak human language that his legs became weak and he lay on the ground without daring to move.

Shang Qing: "People cannot be resurrected after death, but spirits are different. As a wood spirit, although he has escaped, there is still a chance for a turn."

Huang Xian: "Can you resurrect him?"

Shang Qing nodded, "Of course."