Chapter 304 I'm Determined to Live with You
The head of the Nangong family was anxious: "What a pity! Master Feng, please save our Nangong family!"
"Master has passed away. If she were still alive, she would definitely find a way to help the Nangong family overcome the difficulties."
Feng Qingyang stared at him for a long while, then looked around the mansion and shook his head: "In the beginning, I helped the Nangong family choose a new ancestral tomb for your father's sake, and found this site with high feng shui. Only a few decades have passed, and I'm afraid that the Nangong family's luck will be cut off by you prodigal descendants."
The head of the Nangong family flatly denied it: "Master Feng, you misunderstood. My Nangong family has always followed your instructions and accumulated more good deeds. The amount we spend on donations every year is a huge sum!"
"It's Jiang Ci. It must be Jiang Ci who did this, and her friend, the doctor named Feng!"
"Ever since my family got involved with them, we've been plagued by bad luck. It must be them!"
Feng Qingyang frowned: "Jiang Ci?"
The head of the Nangong family nodded: "Yes, yes, it is Jiang Ci! She is a rising star of the Jiangbei Xuanshi. The demise of the Longcheng Su family is related to her. She is a sinister and cunning evil cultivator!"
"Master Feng, you are a decent person and a role model among Chinese metaphysical masters. You must eradicate this scum from the metaphysical world."
Feng Qingyang calculated for a few times, but couldn't figure out anything.
"This woman's origins are unknown. I cannot figure out her origins."
The head of the Nangong family had an unpleasant look on his face: "Then what should we do, Master Feng, you have to think of a solution. My daughter has been harmed beyond recognition, do we all have to die?"
"Master Feng, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda!"
"Since your father has been kind to me, please help the Nangong family one last time."
Feng Qingyang sighed.
Patriarch Nangong bowed quickly: "Thank you, Master Feng!"
Feng Qingyang picked up the statue with the broken hand, carefully wiped off the mud, placed it on the table, and began to ask about good and bad luck.
"No matter who put you in the Nangong clan, the grudges will never end. I am willing to send you to a Taoist temple to receive incense and offerings, but I beg you to let the Nangong clan go. Please accept the incense."
Feng Qingyang signaled with his eyes that the head of the Nangong family should burn incense to the statue with the severed hand.
The head of the Nangong family quickly picked up three incense sticks and muttered, "Please give our Nangong family a chance to live. I will make sure that my descendants will do good deeds and accumulate virtues in the future. God, please accept my worship!"
He respectfully inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner.
However.
An invisible force seemed to stop him.
No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get the three incense sticks into the incense burner.
The head of the Nangong family was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and looked at Feng Qingyang helplessly.
Feng Qingyang frowned and said to the statue with the broken hand: "Are you going to destroy the Nangong family before you stop?"
Broken-handed statue: “…”
Feng Qingyang grabbed the three incense sticks and put them into the incense burner without any explanation.
He was very strong, and it seemed that he broke through the invisible barrier in one go, and inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner.
Patriarch Nangong breathed a sigh of relief, "It's done."
Pop.
The three incense sticks broke at the root!
The head of the Nangong family looked at the statue with a severed hand and a gloomy and terrifying face, and suddenly felt his back go cold.
"Master Feng, it refuses to accept the incense, right?"
Feng Qingyang said nothing and drew a talisman on the statue with the broken hand on the spot.
"If you don't agree, I will seal you away even if it means sacrificing all my life's cultivation!"
What the Broken-Handed Statue hates most is hearing the word "seal".
Suddenly got angry!
The table was shaking, and incense and offerings fell to the ground.
The head of the Nangong family was so scared that he hid behind Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang suddenly covered his chest with his hands and made a "thump" sound.
A mouthful of blood was already oozing out from the corner of his mouth.
"Master Feng!" The head of the Nangong family hurriedly supported him.
Feng Qingyang's face turned pale, and he shook his head helplessly: "No, the power of the Broken Hand Statue is too great. Unless we can find nine Xuan Masters like me and work together, there is only a 50% chance of sealing it..."
The Nangong family head panicked: "Nine?! Where can I find nine masters as powerful as you?"
Feng Qingyang sighed: "If Master were still alive, it would only take a moment to destroy this statue with a severed hand."
According to the master's temper, he could smash the statue with a broken hand into pieces with just one slap, and the evil god inside would be wiped out.
But the master is gone.
Feng Qingyang felt a lump in his stomach when he thought of this.
"Forget it, I'll take the statue with the broken hand."
Feng Qingyang was about to bite his finger.
Suddenly, a cold voice came to my ear.
"Take away the broken-handed statue, and you will bear the consequences. Are you sure?"
A cold and ethereal voice reached his ears, and Feng Qingyang trembled all over. He looked around but did not see anyone.
Could it be that the statue with the broken hand was communicating with him through divine thoughts?
Feng Qingyang bowed and clasped his fists towards the statue with the broken hand, "Yes."
Jiang Ci sat in the sedan chair, looking at him who agreed without hesitation, and couldn't help but hold his forehead, "I have lived all these years in vain, how come you haven't become smarter at all?"
"The Nangong family has committed many evil deeds. The best way is to ignore them and let the Nangong family be ruined."
"This kid is really worrying."
Jiang Ci did not show up, allowing Feng Qingyang to draw a spell on the statue with a broken hand with blood, then wrap it in a red cloth and take it away.
As soon as he left, the head of the Nangong family let out a long sigh.
"Finally, we got rid of this unlucky thing."
Butler Jin asked quietly, "Master, will it be okay for Master Feng to take away the statue of the broken hand?"
"Haven't you heard that the statue will absorb luck? I didn't force him to take it away. He wanted to take it away on his own initiative."
The head of the Nangong family did not consider at all what would happen if Feng Qingyang took away the statue.
Jiang Ci narrowed his eyes slightly and hooked his finger.
The statue with a broken hand flashed down from the sky and hit the head of the Nangong family master with a bang.
"What the hell!" the head of the Nangong family roared.
Butler Jin pointed at the object on the ground with a look of horror and said, "A broken-handed statue!"
When the head of the Nangong family saw it, he was almost frightened to death and knelt down and kowtowed to the statue with the broken hand on the spot.
"God, please spare my family..."
The statue with the broken hand had a grim look on its face: "..."
Feng Qingyang hurried back and saw that the talisman painted on the statue had been absorbed. The statue was lying quietly on the ground, with a gloomy and ferocious look on its face, as if mocking his uselessness.
"Master Feng, Master Feng, help me!" The head of the Nangong family was really scared this time. He crawled behind Feng Qingyang and grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly.
If there is such a thing following you every day, who wouldn’t be afraid?
Feng Qingyang looked helpless: "It has set its sights on your house and refuses to leave. What can I do?"
The head of the Nangong family was almost crying, "Master Feng, how about you go find Jiang Ci and ask her to take this thing away?"
"She must have sneaked it into the house. We didn't have this thing before!"
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