Lao Dao sat down where the middle-aged policeman sat.

Still unbelievable.

The person who just talked to myself... turned out to be just a dead person!

No wonder this guy said he had no money and didn't even take out his cell phone.

I thought it was because of some special circumstances.

Got it.

"Actually, I don't blame you."

Zuo Chen sat up.

"Don't say that you have a half-hearted yin and yang, even Shanshan shouldn't see that he is a ghost."

Susanshan, who was still behind the bar, hurriedly straightened herself subconsciously when she heard the question from her own landlord.

Shaking his head softly:

"Returning to Dijun, Shanshan is also curious, there is only a strange aura in him, but there is no lifelessness."

"It's obviously different from ghosts."

"Some people are alive, but they are already dead."

"Some people are dead, but they are still alive."

Zuo Chen spoke.

"It's the laws of this world that have changed, and some concealed things seem to be gradually appearing."

"If you are not mistaken, he should be the law of this world."

"Fadao? There is this way?"

Asked veteran suspiciously.

Zuo Chen nodded:

"According to legend, in ancient times, the human emperor Zhuanxu added Dharma Dao to the laws of heaven and earth because of the weak laws of the world."

"Using the sacred beast 犴犴 as the foundation, suppress the human world's Fa Dao Qi."

"It's just that the ancient emperor fell, and the Fadao disappeared. I didn't expect it to appear this time."

Zuo Chen let out a sigh of relief.

This is also the information he recently obtained from the library.

I thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect to meet it today.

...

The next day.

The sky has just cleared.

Old Dao took the sandalwood, found the birthday of the police surnamed Zhao from the Internet, and went to Tianjun Temple and put a stick of incense for the police officer.

"Well, when I saw it yesterday, I thought there would be a goodbye day, but I didn't expect it to be a farewell."

The old Dao sighed, only feeling a little disappointed.

Even if he only spent an afternoon with the middle-aged policeman, he didn't have much friendship.

But some people are like this, even if they just nod their heads to know each other, they can make a mark in their minds.

"Okay, don't sigh, isn't it human nature to be born, old, sick, and die."

Jiang Taixu stood not far away from the old way.

Rarely comforted his old friend of the living.

Although this guy usually gets a second grade, he can be sincere about people and things.

And even if there is no great merit in the past 20 years, it is a rare innocence.

This is why he was able to stay in the teahouse.

"Look, someone is coming."

Jiang Taixu pointed out the door.

I saw a familiar figure walking into the back of the temple from outside.

"Yeah, Tang family eldest sister, I came early enough today, but your Zhou Qun boy has gone to work."

You don't have to ask, you are naturally a frequent visitor in Tianjun Temple.

Tang Xuewen's mother, Zheng Yuemei.

...

Zheng Yuemei.

A native of Zhengjia Village on the outskirts of Lucheng.

Poor family since childhood, never went to school.

Later, when he was older, his parents arranged to marry Tang Xuan, a fellow of the same age in a village not far away.

The days at that time were miserable, but the two lived as guests, very loving.

Tang Xuan was a scholar who had read some books, and later worked as an elementary school teacher in the village school.

Be conscientious and dedicated to his post all his life.

But something that no one knows, Zheng Yuemei was when she was young when she took a neighbor’s sister who was two years younger than her to go out to play.

The little girl was almost abducted by a trafficker.

Fortunately, Zheng Yuemei's timely shouting made the girl escape.

However, the traffickers at the time also had a grudge and kicked Zheng Yuemei before leaving.

It was this foot that made Zheng Yuemei be in distress for more than ten years without having to give birth to a child.

Fortunately, Tang Xuan is a scholar in the new era, who doesn’t care about the pedantic rules of the past.

I don’t care about the people in the village.

They always took Zheng Yuemei to search for doctors and medicines, and finally they gave birth to their son Tang Xuewen when they were thirty-nine years old.

But it was in the third year of giving birth.

An earthquake with a magnitude of 7 o'clock occurred in the neighboring provinces and cities.

At that time, such a level could be regarded as the top natural disaster.

Tang Xuan took Zheng Yuemei to the disaster-stricken city without hesitation, and served as an educational undertaking in the post-disaster reconstruction work.

Later, because of an accident, Tang Xuewen became a ghost master who guarded the mansion.

Tang Xuan died of illness, Zheng Yuemei brought her son Tang Xuewen back from the field, and the scene at the beginning of the story appeared.

For this Zheng Yuemei's life, there are no great waves.

But it perfectly inherited the tradition of Chinese traditional women's male dominating outside and female dominating inside.

So, even if she hasn't saved many people, it doesn't matter whether it is the merit of her husband or his son Tang Xuewen.

It will be shared with her.

Now Zheng Yuemei's family has also added her own daughter-in-law and young granddaughter to form a family of four.

She lived to the present, she was still suffering from hardship, not a lot of wealth, but her bones were still tough.

The family is also harmonious. Although the newly recognized grandson Zhou Qun was sacrificed, he has also become a bad servant in the Tianjun Temple.

She is grateful from the bottom of her heart for Tianjun Temple.

Even if I have never seen the legendary Tianjun side.

But the old lady always felt that every time she came, the heavenly monarch could see herself.

Now that she is old, she has no extravagant expectations, just hope that she can live longer.

Be able to accompany a few children of their own family.

The current life of the old lady is that every one or two days she visits the Tianjun Temple to worship Tianjun.

I hope that the boys in my family will be safe, healthy and healthy.

Nowadays.

Zheng Yuemei also came to the Tianjun Temple with some sweets as before.

As soon as I walked in, I heard the old man calling her.

Zheng Yuemei is also familiar with this old Taoist who claims to be the goddess of Tianjun Temple.

"Yes." Zheng Yuemei smiled upon hearing this.

"That kid in Xiaoqun hasn't been home for a few days."

The smile on Zheng Yuemei's face became stronger when he mentioned her bad grandson.

"That's probably patrolling outside the city."

The old way helped her bring the tribute and put it on.

"Old sister, you also know that our heavenly monarchs are compassionate and can't bear to watch the people suffer. They will bless some cities more."

"There is a large area under the jurisdiction, and naturally there will be more places to be responsible. It's okay. When the Zhou Qun boy comes back, I will help you to tell him."

"Hehe, thank you, Mr. Dao."

Zheng Yuemei smiled and thanked.

The two of them chatted with each other and talked about daily trivial matters, and they waited until the fair display was completed before the veteran turned to leave.

But at the moment he turned around, his mind suddenly choked.

[Author's digression]: Ask for a silver ticket duck! ! ! Update in the car! !