The Huang family is a big dog 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 do the landlords and evil gentry in this era have? Zhao Chuanxin is 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 speaks out loud.

Zhao Shenxian is very capable, so naturally he is not afraid, but Zhao Yixian is 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, besides being a little impatient when he was young, took other people's wives as concubines; besides occupying the fields of more than 20 families; besides buying off the government offices and slandering others into entering the country

Apart from being in prison and ruining his family, he really hasn’t done many bad things.”

"..." Zhao Chuanxin looked at Zhao Yixian and was stunned: "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 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 heads of the families usually have made all kinds of preparations before they run out of gas.

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 show off his skills, all their dissatisfaction disappeared.

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, when someone dies, the Taoist priest will do the dojo, and you have to prepare your own tools.

Below, 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 yourself a Shinto immortal."

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 laughing when he heard 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, lacking in etiquette.

On the stage, Zhao Chuanxin took out a bottle of high-quality 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.

Whenever he sees this magical scene, Zhao Yixian is so excited that he trembles.

This is the real god.

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

Everyone: "..."

He is really handsome for only five seconds. This is the first time I saw a Taoist priest holding a cigarette in his mouth during 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, and a thin line connected the candle. The high concentration of wine vapor ignited and burned into three characters "Lien" in the air.

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

Everyone looked at the foreign kid angrily.

What the hell are you watching here? And you’re still applauding?

Benjamin Goldberg has seen a circus magic show, and it is definitely not as exciting as 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, don't leave in a hurry, otherwise the Taoist Master will drive you to pieces!"

After hearing this, the faces of relatives and friends in the audience changed.

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

But with all the miraculous abilities Zhao Chuanxin showed, he really looked like an expert from outside the world, but they didn't dare to say it.

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

The person below has a strange look on his face.

When Mr. Huang was young, he was a man himself 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 Huang, hesitant and hesitant in his speech, looks a bit like him. But his accent is different.

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "Have you ever taken possession of other people's wives?"

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

Everyone was in an uproar.

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

"Yes!"

The crowd started to commotion.

"Have you ever framed Zhongliang?"

"Yes!"

At this time, Huang Juzhong in the audience shouted loudly: "Don't ask anymore!"

He was so frightened that he trembled all over.

He is really afraid, afraid that the damn old man is dead, and if he reveals some ulterior motives again, the Huang family may be implicated, and the family may be ruined in the end.

The atmosphere was so high that Huang Juzhong really thought it was a dead soul speaking.

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, do 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, the white-haired wife of Mrs. Huang cried and cried: "You must not do it, Mr. Dao..."

Good guy, is this still a dojo?

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

How did it become a punishment for the dead?

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

The Huang family is in disgrace today.

He really wanted to come to power and knock Zhao Chuanxin down.

But he doesn’t have the courage.

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

A pair of jars responded in harmony: "Here!"

You can even hear that it is two sounds combined.

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?

Suddenly everyone felt a gloomy wind.

What a coincidence, there was a gust of wind.

It wasn't cold at all, but everyone couldn't help but shudder.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed in the direction of the deserted people: "Give the Taoist priest a fork and a chop before we talk."
To be continued...