Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

The Huang family is a wealthy family. Mr. Huang has been terminally ill for a long time, so there are still many people wearing gold and silver today who are not ready for mourning.

What kind of virtues did the landlords and evil gentry have in this era? Zhao Chuanxin was from a clean family.

Zhao Yixian hurriedly came over and grabbed Zhao Chuanxin's large sleeves: "Zhao Shenxian, you must not talk nonsense on such occasions."

The old man is dead, and he might get beaten if he talks unabashedly.

Zhao Shenxian was very capable, so he was naturally not afraid, but Zhao Yixian was made of flesh and blood.

Zhao Chuanxin asked carelessly: "Are the Huang family landlords? Have they done anything wrong?"

"This..." Zhao Yixian hesitated: "Old Mrs. Huang, except that when he was young, he was a little anxious, and forcibly took other people's mother-in-law as a concubine; besides occupying the fields of more than families; Apart from being imprisoned and causing family destruction, I really haven’t done too many bad things.”

"..." Zhao Chuanxin looked at Zhao Yixian steadily and made him tremble: "Yixian, Yixian, your magnanimity is on par with mine, I admire you."

After hearing this, Zhao Yixian relaxed and looked at the Huang family with a straight face, but his tone was extremely respectful: "This is too much praise, Zhao Shenxian, please give these ordinary people a chance to recite some scriptures and pray without consuming precious For the mana, just be more casual."

I blame you for being insensitive. You are a piece of shit who doesn't know the difference between right and wrong.

In these large families, the head of the family usually makes all kinds of preparations before the oil runs out.

For example, next to the mourning hall, a high platform has been built for monks or Taoists to perform rituals.

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes, stood up, lifted his sleeves and robe: "Okay, Master Dao, I will go on stage right now."

When he came to the high platform, Zhao Chuanxin did not take the steps. He "floated" directly up to the two-meter-high platform.

Zhao Yixian's eyes lit up.

The Huang family was very dissatisfied just now, but when they saw Zhao Chuanxin showing off his skills, all their dissatisfaction stopped.

There is a table on the high platform, with only an incense burner, three wine cups, and two candlesticks with thick candles on it.

Normally speaking, if someone is dead, the Daoist should prepare his own tools for the dojo.

Next, Huang Juzhong, the next head of the Huang family, asked Zhao Yixian: "Zhao Shenxian..."

Zhao Yixian glanced at Benjamin Goldberg next to him and quickly stopped him: "From now on, you must never call him a divine being."

Huang Juzhong looked at him suspiciously. Last time he came, Zhao Yixian was not so humble.

But he still nodded: "Mr. Zhao, the Taoist priest on the stage, why don't you have a master's sword, a Dharma flag, a canopy ruler, and a Sanqing bell..."

Zhao Yixian looked at Benjamin Goldberg and said bravely: "This Taoist master is a real master. He follows the rules in his words and his steps are powerful. Wherever he is, he can communicate with the world. He is so good. "

Benjamin Goldberg couldn't help but laugh at his nonsense.

When Huang Juzhong saw this foreign kid actually laughing, he was immediately angry and coughed heavily to remind him that this occasion was very solemn.

At the same time, I couldn't help but secretly despise him. He was indeed a Western barbarian with no sense of etiquette.

On the stage, Zhao Chuanxin took out a bottle of high-altitude sorghum wine from the secret realm, used his sword finger, and swiped in the air. A line of wine flew out of the bottle and landed evenly among the three wine cups.

The relatives and friends of the Huang family below stopped even crying, and looked at Zhao Chuanxin on the stage with bright eyes, a little dumbfounded.

Every time he saw this magical scene, Zhao Yixian would tremble with excitement.

This is the real god.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit two candles.

Everyone: "..."

He was really handsome for only five seconds, and it was the first time I saw a Taoist priest holding a cigarette in his mouth while doing the dojo.

After lighting the candle, Zhao Chuanxin took a puff from his cigarette and lit three wine cups with his sword finger.

The wine in the wine cup "soared" into three clouds of mist. A thin line connected the candle. The high concentration of wine vapor ignited and burned into three characters "Dian" in the air.

In the audience, Benjamin Goldberg suddenly clapped his hands: "Okay!"

Everyone looked at the foreign kid angrily.

Are you fucking watching a show here? He actually applauded?

Benjamin Goldberg has watched a circus magic show, and it is definitely not as exciting as the Master.

So I couldn't help it...

He smiled awkwardly, cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

On the stage, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly shouted: "Old man Wu, don't leave in a hurry, otherwise the Taoist master will make you lose your soul!"

The faces of the relatives and friends in the audience changed after hearing this.

At this time, when you say that your soul is gone, aren't you just here to cause trouble?

But with all the magical abilities Zhao Chuanxin showed, he really looked like a master from outside the world, but they didn't dare to say anything about it.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "Tell me, when you were ten years old, did you spy on the widows in the village bathing?"

The people below had a strange look on their faces.

When Old Mrs. Huang was young, he was really a man and did a lot of outrageous things.

At this moment, an old man's voice with a thick voice came from nowhere: "I have indeed seen it."

The dying old lady, hesitant and hesitant in his speech, does look a bit like him. But the accent is different.

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "Have you ever occupied another's wife?"

The old man's voice was trembling: "Yes."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "Have you ever occupied other people's property?"

"Yes!"

The crowd began to stir.

"Have you ever framed Zhongliang?"

"Yes!"

At this time, Huang Juzhong in the audience shouted loudly: "Stop asking any more questions!"

He was trembling with fear.

He was really afraid. He was afraid that the damn old man would be dead. If he revealed some ulterior motives again, the Huang family might be implicated, and the whole family would be ruined in the end.

When the atmosphere was up, Huang Juzhong really thought it was a ghost talking.

As everyone knows, the sound came only from the palm of Zhao Chuanxin's left hand on the stage.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly and continued to ask: "Old man Huang, after meeting this Taoist master, will you know how to repent?"

"I know my mistake!"

Zhao Chuanxin's expression changed: "Whether you change or not, Master Dao wants you to suffer a little while down here."

In the audience, Old Mrs. Huang's white-haired wife cried and howled: "You must not do it, Mr. Dao..."

Good guy, is this still a dojo?

Shouldn't it be about saving the souls of the dead?

Why did it become a punishment for the dead souls?

Huang Juzhong looked at the shocked expressions on the left and right, and couldn't help but blush, it's embarrassing.

The Huang family is in great disgrace today.

He really wanted to go on stage and knock Zhao Chuanxin down.

But he didn't have the courage.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin said loudly: "Is the bull-headed horse-face here?"

A pair of loud voices responded in harmony: "Yes!"

It can even be heard that it is two sounds made together.

No one can believe it.

Everyone's expression changed.

Is it possible that the two little bosses under the judge really arrived at the Huang family mansion?