East end of the village

Li Zhengqin looked outside for the umpteenth time, but all he saw was empty space, which made him even more upset.

When I turned around, I saw the master sitting on the coffee table and making tea with skillful and elegant movements.

For some reason, he suddenly calmed down and walked to the table and sat down.

"Master Qingyun, are you sure... that your nephew can really solve the problem?" Li Zhengqin tried to hold back, but still couldn't help asking.

When the person ran out just now, he wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Master Qingyun.

The latter said calmly that they didn't need to interfere in the matter and it would be resolved soon.

If he didn't know that the master had real ability, he would never listen to him. After all, some things are better to be seen with one's own eyes.

"Village Chief Li, don't be anxious about anything. Relax your mind. As the saying goes, things will work out when the time comes!" Qingyun stroked his beard lightly.

Then, he naturally poured tea for the guest and raised his hand to say "please". Li Zhengqin couldn't delay and just as he was about to drink the tea...

Suddenly, a dull thunder was heard not far away. The sound of thunder in dry land frightened him so much that he lost his balance and spilled his tea.

"Hiss~" The boiling hot tea made him grimace.

Then he stood up and asked hurriedly, "Master, what's going on? Where did the thunder come from in such a clear blue sky?"

Obviously, this strange thing must be related to the master's nephew. After all, this happened not long after he left.

Qingyun was familiar with the Five Thunders Law, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the troubles in the village will be solved in a short time."

He said this with certainty. After all, since his nephew had even used thunder magic, there would be no problem that he could not sweep away.

Li Zhengqin sat back down after hearing that. This time he didn't have to worry for too long as he saw a small figure walking in from the door.

That familiar little face turned out to be the master's nephew who left in a hurry.

"Little Master, have you solved the problem?" he asked expectantly and nervously.

This cannot be blamed on him. After all, if the evil spirit is not resolved, he will not be able to sleep well at night.

And under his expectant gaze, the latter's nod made him feel relieved.

Yaoyao said, "The problem has been solved, but there is still something that needs your intervention, Uncle Li..."

What we are talking about is naturally the wife who was tortured to death by the evil ghost, and the male ghost who was labeled as the "lover".

They were killed during their lifetime, which is tragic enough. They should not be subject to rumors after their death. Yaoyao wants to clear their names.

So, she told the evil ghost every detail of his evil deeds. This unimaginable reversal made Li Zhengqin's eyes pop out.

"This...this kid Zhu Youwei actually said something so cruel!" He couldn't help but curse.

Li Zhengqin has great confidence in the master's abilities. After all, he is an old worshipper of Huoyun Temple.

Perhaps he was a little worried about Yaoyao's age, but with Master Qingyun's repeated guarantees, he had no doubts.

How could this person be an ordinary person?

Of course, the most important thing is that the master doesn’t know the person, and there is no suspicion of him making excuses for him.

Several points of evidence undoubtedly proved that the young master was telling the truth.

Thinking of this, he was particularly indignant at the layers of calculations involved: "Master, rest assured, I will definitely handle this matter and will never let Chen Xiaoyan and Long Gang die unjustly."

"Yes, thank you for your help, Uncle Li." Yaoyao's pretty big eyes lit up. She knew that the latter was serious and it was not just a simple verbal promise.

This time, the explanation proved that it offset the verbal sins they had committed unintentionally.

This is also a good thing, otherwise these people will inevitably suffer from some "verbal karma" after death, and may even suffer from verbal problems.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master!" When Li Zhengqin heard this retribution, he was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat and cursed the man in secret.

......

On the way back to the temple

Qingyun looked at Yaoyao who was obviously much quieter than Shangshan, and couldn't help but laugh: "Why did you scare me just now?"

"This is not like your usual style. Are you mad at that evil ghost?"

Although they didn't spend too long together, Qingyun had traveled all over the country, and his only real skill was to read people's expressions.

The latter obviously could have chosen not to mention the retribution for his verbal karma, and Li Zhengqin would have certainly explained it accordingly. But he mentioned it anyway, which shows that he was really angry.

People are like this. Guilt and atonement are completely different levels of responsibility. This is not to say that it is realistic, but that it is human nature.

"Yeah, yeah, they really went too far. No matter if it's true or not, you can't make fun of people like this." Yaoyao said in a hoarse voice.

For a dead person, they have no way to refute the living, and their reputation, good or bad, depends entirely on the words of future generations.

Therefore, it is even more unacceptable to follow the crowd, as this is enough to destroy everything the deceased had. As long as it is not a serious crime, the deceased should be given the greatest consideration.

This is also the reason why spreading rumors about the deceased is the most serious sin of verbal karma after death.

Seeing this, Qingyun slowly shook his head and said, "People, the thing they can't control the most is their mouths. They will regret it when retribution comes."

It is no wonder that our ancestors left us the saying “Misfortune comes from the mouth”.

Unfortunately, no matter how sincere their words were, they just turned a blind eye until the knife stabbed them.

"Okay, good words can't persuade a damned ghost, don't think too much, Master Uncle will make you a pancake with shepherd's purse stuffing today, okay?"

Qingyun knew that this matter needed time to settle, and thinking too much about it now would not be a good thing for his young nephew.

So, he changed the subject at the right time.

Yaoyao was stunned for a moment, but no longer felt sad. Instead, he raised his chubby little face and asked, "Can we have the goose stewed in an iron pot as the main dish?"

It's cold now, so it's best to eat something hot.

Qingyun suddenly felt at a loss whether to laugh or cry. If he had known that comforting him would result in this, he should never have started this process.

The big white goose he had raised for half a year was in trouble. This was almost his only thought at the moment.