Panguan

It is because I know it is venting that I feel more distressed.

After a long time, the rampant wind wall that even Xie Wen couldn't break slowly subsided, and the voices of the surrounding people finally came in, blurred and noisy.

The ancestor of the Zhang family thought he had a chance, so he seized this gap and struggled with the puppet thread wrapped around his body, while emphatically saying: "No one can strangle the spirit, not anyone. Even the law of heaven has not erased my path to reincarnation , let alone people...no one can, no one—"

He was shaking his head and repeating it upside down when he heard Xie Wen suddenly say: "There is a saying that when a person dies, please invite eighteen monks to recite it day and night. Leave a mark of blessing on the people."

The imprint can be deep or shallow. If it is shallow, it will add one or two blessings, and if it is deep, it can guarantee a safe and long life.

Of course, it doesn't stop there.

"The imprint doesn't have to be good, and the person who recites it doesn't have to be a monk." Xie Wen said softly, looking at Zhang Daiyue with expressionless eyes.

He has always spoken to people based on their fate, some people he did not even reprimand, and he would not say a word. The ancestor of the Zhang family is one of them.

Right now he is acting uncharacteristically, I don't know if it's because of the excitement in his palm, or because there are more people and more old things behind it.

Zhang Daiyue was stunned for a moment, grasping the meaning of the words: "Why—"

He looked around, and beyond the slowly receding wind wall, there were vaguely black figures of judges, "Do you want these people to chant to me together, wishing me good retribution in the next life?"

His voice is like a bellows, and his smile is hoarse and ugly: "No, it's useless... For a thousand years, they just keep chanting day and night, which is worth the great kindness and blessings that so many people have said to me in a thousand years Is it?"

"It's not worth it." Xie Wen actually followed suit, "Their words don't count."

The old ancestor of the Zhang family was stunned again, he had never been able to understand the thoughts of the person in front of him, as if there was a gap between heaven and earth. It was, and it still is.

But it doesn't matter, he just wants to live.

If you can't survive this life, there will be another life.

His request is actually very simple, and he doesn't care about anything else. And these people in front of them, even if they are capable, they can't beat him on this point.

There was nothing they could do, and that was enough to keep him happy.

He was about to laugh when he heard Xie Wen say again: "You still have the scourge of heaven on your body, just in Liuzhuang, your creditors can't be counted. If other people's words don't count, the creditors will be different. That's what you owe them."

Zhang Daiyue stared at him.

"I haven't taught you anything, so I don't know if you have heard a truth." Xie Wen paused.

Zhang Daiyue's lips trembled for a while, but he still couldn't hold back: "What's the point?"

"No matter how many times you reincarnate, how many times the world changes, those people you owe will always be around you. You can't avoid them until the two are clean."

The ancestor of the Zhang family froze instantly.

At that moment, he was really startled, and subconsciously looked at the figures outside the wind wall. Thinking of so many people coming and going around me, maybe some of them are the villagers of Liuzhuang thousands of years ago, with grievances and hatred.

But he quickly convinced himself, "If there is, there will be. Even if some people are my creditors, they don't know it themselves. There are so many reincarnations, who remembers?"

As soon as the words fell, a slightly hoarse female voice broke through the wind wall: "I remember."

In just three words, Zhang Daiyue's blood disappeared.

"Who?!" he asked.

The mud and sand moved to the ground, and he couldn't see the appearance of the person outside the wind wall, and he couldn't recognize the voice for a while.

"Me." The voice spoke again, this time saying his name word by word, "Zhang Biling."

Zhang Daiyue's body was icy cold, as if someone had poured a whole bucket of ice over his head.

"Impossible." He immediately said, "Impossible! You lied to me, and you lied to me. How could you be from Liuzhuang, and how could you remember those things?!"

Even Wen Shi was stunned for a moment, he grabbed the hand covering his eyes, turned his head to look at Xie Wen, and then looked at the figure.

The wind wall finally fell completely, and the figure revealed its true face—it was indeed Zhang Biling.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was pale, there were slight blue marks under her eyes, and she was slightly tired, but her eyes were extremely bright. It's the same as seeing her in the cage on Wangquan Road when I first heard about it, but it's not the same.

Zhang Biling looked at Zhang Daiyue, her hoarse voice was not high, but her words were clear: "Do you remember Zhang Wan? It was she who helped me remember the past, so I remember everything. I remember how big the Liuzhuang plant was that night." Rain, I remember that when the lightning struck down, all the dogs in the village were startled barking, I remember when the mountain came down, I heard the sound and opened my eyes, but I couldn’t see anything..."

They are so innocent, but before they even have time to hate, they are on their way.

She hasn't had a full night's sleep in a long time. Since remembering those things, in her dreams every night, she almost struggled in the rainstorm and in the mountain village. But she doesn't regret thinking about those.

She has always felt that perhaps this is fate under God's will.

It just so happened that she remembered those things, so she will be the one to negotiate a result on behalf of those people.

"I've checked, and I heard that God's punishment is close to you, and the creditor is like another way of heaven, everything will be fulfilled." Zhang Biling said, "Then I'll settle a debt with you on behalf of the three hundred dead souls in Liuzhuang—"