Village East End.
Li Zhengqin didn't know how many times he had looked outside, only to see it empty, making him even more agitated. Then, he turned and saw the Master calmly brewing tea on the coffee table, his movements skilled and elegant. For some reason, his heart suddenly calmed. He slowly walked to the table and sat down.
"Master Qingyun, are you sure... your junior niece can really resolve the trouble?" Li Zhengqin tried to hold back, but couldn't resist asking. When the person ran out just now, he wanted to chase after them, but Master Qingyun stopped him.
The latter calmly said that they didn't need to interfere in this matter, and it would be resolved soon. If he hadn't known that the Master truly had real abilities, he wouldn't have listened to him. After all, some things are best seen with one's own eyes.
"Village Head Li, don't be anxious about anything. Relax. As the saying goes, 'the boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge!'" Qingyun lightly stroked his beard. Then, he naturally poured tea for him and made a "please" gesture with his hand.
Li Zhengqin found it hard to refuse. Just as the teacup was about to reach his lips... A dull thunderclap suddenly echoed from not far away. The sound of thunder on dry land startled him, causing his hand to tremble and the tea to splash.
"Hiss, hiss~" The scalding tea burned him, making him grimace. He then sprang to his feet, asking in an urgent tone, "Master, what's going on? Where did that thunder come from under a clear blue sky?" Clearly, this strange incident must be related to the Master's junior niece.
After all, the person had only left a short while ago before this happened. Qingyun, familiar with the Five Thunder Rectification spell, smiled and said, "Don't worry. In another cup of tea's time, the trouble in the village will be resolved." He spoke with great certainty. After all, his junior niece had even resorted to thunder magic. There was no trouble that couldn't be swept away.
Li Zhengqin sat back down upon hearing this. This time, he wasn't left on edge for long before a small figure entered from outside the door. That familiar small face was none other than the Master's junior niece, who had left so hastily.
"Little Master, have you resolved the trouble?" he asked, expectant and nervous. This couldn't be blamed on him. After all, when encountering evil spirits, if they weren't completely resolved, he wouldn't be able to sleep soundly at night.
Under his expectant gaze, her nod caused him to breathe a sigh of relief. Yaoyao, however, said, "The matter is resolved, but there's one more thing that needs your help, Uncle Li..." What she was referring to, of course,
was the wife who had been tortured to death by the evil spirit, and the male ghost who had been branded as a "lover." They were tragically murdered in life, and should not suffer from rumors in death. Yaoyao wanted to clear their names.
So, she recounted the evil spirit's misdeeds in detail. The unimaginable twist made Li Zhengqin's eyes almost pop out. "This... this, that Zhu Youwei, he actually said such depraved things!" he couldn't help but curse.
Li Zhengqin had absolute faith in the Master's abilities, after all, he was an old regular at the Fire Cloud Temple. Perhaps Yaoyao's young age made him a little uneasy, but with Master Qingyun's repeated assurances, he had no doubts. This person, who could even summon lightning,
how could they be an ordinary person? Of course, the most important thing was that the Master didn't know the person, nor was there any suspicion of him making excuses for them. With a few pieces of corroborating evidence, it undoubtedly proved that the Little Master was telling the truth.
Thinking of it this way, the layers of plotting made him particularly indignant: "Master, rest assured, I will handle this matter properly. I will absolutely not let Chen Xiaoyan and Long Gang, the two parties involved, die unjustly."
"Mm-hmm, thank you, Uncle Li." Yaoyao's beautiful big eyes lit up. She knew that the latter was serious, not just making an empty promise. And this time's explanation served as atonement for the unintentional verbal karma they had accumulated earlier.
This was also a good thing. Otherwise, after these people died, they would inevitably suffer from "verbal karma fire," and might even end up with speech impediments.
"Thank you for the Master's guidance!" Li Zhengqin broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this retribution, and secretly cursed the man again.
On the way back to the Taoist temple, Qingyun looked at Yaoyao, who was significantly quieter than when they went up the mountain, and couldn't help but smile. "Why were you scaring people just now? That's not like your usual style.
Were you really angered by that evil spirit?" Although they hadn't spent much time together, Qingyun had traveled extensively, and his only true skill was reading people's expressions.
She clearly could have avoided mentioning the verbal karma retribution, and Li Zhengqin would still have done as told, yet she brought it up. This showed she was truly angry.
Humans are like that. Guilt and atonement represent completely different levels of responsibility, not in terms of reality, but in terms of inherent nature. "Mm-hmm, they were indeed too much.
Whether true or false, you can't just make fun of people like that." Yaoyao's voice was muffled. For a deceased person, they couldn't refute the living. Their reputation, good or bad, relied entirely on the words of those who came after.
Therefore, rumors were even more unacceptable. This was enough to destroy everything about the deceased. Unless it was a major crime, the deceased should be given priority. This was also the reason why slandering the deceased carried the heaviest verbal karma.
Qingyun saw this and slowly shook his head, saying, "Humans, what they can control least is their mouths. They only regret it when retribution comes." This was why the ancestors left behind the idiom "disaster comes from the mouth." Unfortunately, no matter how heartfelt the words, before the knife pierces the body, they will remain completely ignored.
"Alright, good words won't convince a damned ghost. Don't think too much about it. Senior Uncle will make you some shepherd's purse pancakes tonight, okay?" Qingyun knew that this matter needed time to settle. Thinking too much about it now wouldn't be good for his young junior niece. So, he appropriately changed the subject.
Yaoyao was startled, then stopped being sad. She raised her chubby little face and asked, "Can we have iron pot stewed goose for the main dish?" It was cold now, and nothing was more suitable than a hot meal.
Qingyun felt a mix of tears and laughter. He regretted starting this conversation if he knew it would lead to this. His big white goose, which he had raised for half a year, was doomed. This was almost his only thought at the moment.
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