When the young man with patched clothes appeared by the water, he almost instantly became the focus of attention, and people frequently struck up conversations with him.

It wasn't that they cared about him much; rather, they all wanted to order him around. The boy was gentle and mild-mannered, and no matter what they said, he would agree with a smile and never refuse.

"Third Aunt, Grandma, please wait a moment. Let me carry the water back first, and then I'll come and help you."

With a smile, the boy picked up the water buckets and swayed as he walked toward the village not far away.

Before long, the boy reappeared on the riverbank. Most of the people who were washing up on the riverbank had already gone home. Only a few people, seeing the boy come to help, did not stand on ceremony.

Feng Bingwen watched this rather infuriating scene from the water. The seemingly weak young man did not refuse any of the villagers' requests and did not stop for most of the day.

In terms of character, this young man has many commendable qualities. Compared to the villagers, they appear repulsive, taking his kindness for granted, behaving arrogantly and rudely, which is disgusting.

However, as night fell and everyone went to sleep, Feng Bingwen came ashore from the water and entered the home of the boy at the end of the village. He saw a dilapidated thatched hut, practically bare, with an elderly woman inside. Apart from the boy, there were no other adults.

Feng Bingwen entered the house and looked at the sleeping young man. He pointed a finger at the center of the boy's forehead and cast a dream-entering spell. This was a dream-entering technique he had figured out on his own after watching the City God use it a few times. It was still a bit rough, but it was fine for entering the dreams of an ordinary person.

"Why do you tolerate the villagers bullying you?"

In the boy's dream, Feng Bingwen was a scholar, who looked elegant and approachable.

"No one in the village has ever bullied me, so why do you say that, sir?"

The boy in the dream was in a daze, but upon hearing Feng Bingwen's voice, he became more alert and asked with some confusion.

"I saw today..."

This young man had no connection with Feng Bingwen; it was only because Shui Ling happened to witness the almost identical scene that Feng Bingwen was awakened and began to reflect on himself.

Therefore, Feng Bingwen decided to help the boy and resolve his current predicament. However, after inquiring in the dream, he discovered that things were not as they seemed.

The boy lost his father at a young age, and his mother remarried. He only had his grandmother at home. Not only was it difficult to make a living, but it was also difficult to eat. However, the villagers were kind and would occasionally help him out. As a result, the boy grew up eating food from many families.

Having had this experience, the boy naturally developed a kind heart and enjoyed helping others. He never refused the orders and tasks given to him by the village elders, but to outsiders, this only made him seem irritating.

"I see!"

Having understood the cause and effect, Feng Bingwen dispelled the dream-entering technique and sighed softly.

In this world, there are very few truly evil people. Ordinary people just live ordinary lives. Sometimes they may do things that are disgusting, but that does not prevent them from helping the poor and weak and occasionally doing good deeds.

There were no evil people here, so Feng Bingwen had no intention of staying. He waved his hand and cast a spell, using the green energy of the Yi Wood to sweep away the entire village and remove the hidden evil energy in the dark places. Then, Feng Bingwen drifted away.

After some self-reflection, Feng Bingwen arrived in Yunze Prefecture. Evil deeds will be punished, and good deeds will also be rewarded.

He prayed to the Heavenly Book, offering to sacrifice his good deeds in exchange for knowing the source of those good deeds.

Thump!

"Help! A child has fallen into the water!"

"Quick, save them!"

With a panicked shout, a man dressed in shorts leaped into the river. He swam towards the center of the river and found the child caught in the undercurrent.

"Thanks, Boss! Well done!"

The onlookers on the riverbank cheered as they watched the man carrying the child, who was struggling in fear, swim towards the shore.

However, just as everyone was filled with joy and anticipation, a huge wave suddenly crashed down from upstream, instantly sweeping the man and the child underwater. Just as everyone was getting anxious, they saw the man resurface in the water, carrying the child to the nearest riverbank. He then lifted the child up with both hands, his face turning purple, as if he was enduring something.

"Quick! Pull him up right now!"

"Be quicker and more efficient."

The people on the shore quickly pulled the child, who had swallowed a lot of water, up to shore. But when they tried to pull the man who had saved the child up as well, they found that he had sunk into the water, seemingly pulled by something underwater.

"Thank you, Boss!"

Immediately, there was a shout, and after a while, someone went to gather excellent swimmers from the vicinity to search the water together.

After a long while, they finally pulled a cold, purplish-brown corpse out of the water. Immediately, cries and wails rose from the riverbank.

People from nearby counties, having received the news, rushed over and surrounded the body of the man named Xie Laoda in layers.

Sighs and reminiscences rang out from time to time among the onlookers. Those who knew the man who hit him began to recall his life story, and even those who didn't know him sighed with sorrow, after all, this man had died while saving a child from drowning.

Whew~

As dusk approached and the sun began to set, a chilling wind swept through the crowd. Among the onlookers, those with weak yang energy unconsciously hugged themselves, rubbed their wrists, and looked around uneasily, but could see nothing.

However, in the spirit world, which is invisible to mortals, a group of tall underworld officials carrying iron chains arrived in pursuit. Their chilling gazes fell on the still dripping corpse, and then the underworld officials looked at the surging river.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a turbid wave surged, and then a young man appeared, walking on the water. Behind him, a man with a dazed look appeared leisurely, but compared to the young man, the man's body was slightly transparent.

In an instant, all of Sen Han's gazes were focused on the boy who was leading the souls of the dead.

"I would like to see the local City God. If the City God is too busy, one of the civil or military judges may also be sent!"

Feng Bingwen spoke, leading the departed souls onto the riverbank. Looking at the lifeless corpses at his feet, he sighed softly.

For the past few months, he has been traveling around Yunze Prefecture, focusing on finding those kind people who have added more than a thousand merits to his name. He helps them out of their troubles and, when they are not in trouble, he helps them regulate their five elements so that they can prolong their lives.

The man before them, who had just died tragically at the hands of the water ghost, was a kind person with whom he had a karmic connection. According to the Heavenly Book, this man named Xie An had provided him with over a thousand acts of good deeds.

According to the standards of the Heavenly Book, he must have accumulated at least three thousand good deeds, and perhaps even more.

Such a kind person died tragically while saving others. Feng Bingwen felt somewhat guilty, because if he had arrived a step earlier, this would not have happened. Fortunately, he was no ordinary person, and there was still room to make amends, although it would be a little troublesome.

Who are you?

Sensing the fleeting spiritual pressure emanating from Feng Bingwen, one of the ghost messengers, who also felt the oppressive force, spoke up, his voice deep and filled with yin energy.

"Green mountains, wind-blown literature!"

Feng Bingwen casually gave his name. He wouldn't have been so confident in other states, but this was Yunze State. The spirits and deities here would generally give him some respect.

"Hold on!"

Sure enough, upon hearing this name, the ghost messengers, who had initially been extremely hostile towards the suddenly appearing Feng Bingwen, immediately softened their attitude, and even the surging yin energy subsided.

Before long, amidst the wailing of the surrounding crowd, a golden divine light descended from the sky and landed near Feng Bingwen. After seeing Feng Bingwen's face clearly, it politely cupped its hands in a salute.

"I never expected it to really be Mr. Feng. It's amazing that you have the time to come to my Nansang County!"

"Having traveled here, I happened to witness an injustice and wished to intervene. However, to complete my merits, I need the City God's assistance!"

"What is your intention, sir?"

The City God of Nansang County glanced at the scene, then looked at the dazed and confused ghosts standing behind Feng Bingwen. He understood and had a guess.

"I wish to bring this person back to life!"

Feng Bingwen pointed to the dead souls behind him.

"Well, although this goes against the principles of Yin and Yang and the order of life and death, this person was harmed by a water ghost while saving someone, so it is feasible."

Upon hearing this, the City God of Nansang County nodded.

If he were to handle this matter, he would naturally have the underworld messengers guide the soul of this person back to the City God's domain. However, considering the many good deeds he had accumulated in his lifetime, he would grant him a job, allowing him to serve under him as a ghost messenger.

However, since the reincarnated sage was present and intended to use a heaven-defying technique to bring this mortal back to life, he naturally wouldn't stop him; he wasn't so rigid as to be obstinate.

"It would be easy to bring him back to life, but the City God has already seen him, and his relatives and friends have all seen him die. If he is brought back to life in this way, he might be regarded as a demon or ghost. Therefore, we ask that the City God tell us about this matter through a dream after nightfall tonight."

"Hmm!"

The City God of Nansang fell into deep thought. Large-scale dream transmissions were forbidden by the imperial court. Although there was no explicit order, if he did it, he would inevitably be questioned.

"Can!"

However, after some thought, the City God of Nansang nodded in agreement. Since this matter was endorsed by a sage, his participation would surely enhance the temple's prosperity and would be of no benefit whatsoever.

"In that case, I'll have to trouble you, Lord City God!"

Seeing that the local spirits agreed to cooperate, Feng Bingwen felt reassured. He then turned around and looked at Xie An's dazed soul, which was being disturbed by yin energy and had begun to transform into a yin spirit.

Seeing this, Feng Bingwen pointed at it and injected a wisp of immortal energy into the soul. The five-colored immortal light shone brightly, instantly sweeping away the gloomy aura on the soul.

The soul regained its clarity and was no longer confused. When it opened its eyes, it immediately saw the smiling and powerful young man in front of it, as well as the great god beside it with his divine light that was unfathomable, and the Yin messengers behind it with their surging Yin energy that were awe-inspiring.