"Master, please pity me! Give me a stutter."

"Master, I have lights here, why don't you want them? Are you lying to...?"

"Master, please show your compassion..."

"Master..."

Yuan Qingwei walked over with a simple oil lamp in his hand, ignoring the people surrounding him. His sleeves were fluttering, but he could always avoid those who came forward to ask for help. Finally, he stopped in front of an old farmer holding a broken oil lamp.

"What do you want?" Yuan Qingwei looked at the old farmer, wearing a torn coat, and dense patches told the difficulties of the family. He looked at Yuan Qingwei with a little fear, and responded with some expectation: "Sir, I want to ask you to take in Niu Niu. My Niu Niu is very obedient... diligent and eye-catching... as long as you give him a bite of food..."

As he said that, the old farmer, who looked seventy and eighty, brought a child beside him who was obviously malnourished and had a yellow mud on his face. He couldn't tell that the man and woman knelt down. Yuan Qingwei helped him up and sighed, "You don't have to do this. Those two are your sons!"

Yuan Qingwei looked up at the two young people hiding in the crowd, reached out and grabbed them. The two people staggered out of the crowd. The people next to him were immediately scared and leaned out. Many people hurriedly knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

"The child's qi and blood are related to the old man, but they have nothing to do with you. You have something to do with the old man, so this child is the child of your brothers and sisters!"

Yuan Qingwei looked at the two middle-aged men. One looked evil and his clothes were not good, but his clothes were made of silk underwear, which was obviously not ordinary people. The other looked more honest and loyal, his clothes were simple, but the overall clothes were still very neat and there was no patch. He didn't look like a family at all with the old man.

"Come on, tell me, are you two going to force your elderly father to sell your niece, or are you going to sell people without him, so that you forced him to come and ask me for help?"

"I...I...I..." The one who looked more honest and loyal was so scared that he couldn't even speak clearly, while the one who looked evil on his face spat and said viciously: "Stop pretending to be a god for me, don't think I don't know. You Taoists are actually just practicing martial arts, so they are more powerful than ordinary people. Let me tell you the truth. This girl is attracted by Mr. Wang in the county. If you insist on stopping her, you will not have the best fruit of yours."

"So that's it!" Yuan Qing's face was slightly cold. Before he could do anything, he saw the old farmer kneeling on the ground.

Yuan Qingwei instantly guessed the other party’s thoughts, and before the other party spoke, he reached out and fixed it, then looked at the two men and said coldly: “You should be glad that you are another good father.”

After saying that, Yuan Qingwei drew two seal scripts in the air and penetrated them into the bodies of the two men. The two men were staying on the ground in pain, constantly grabbing their bodies, and constantly wailing.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...what magic did you use? Ahhh, it was so itchy!" The man with a vicious face quickly scratched his skin. He was bleeding, looking at Yuan Qingwei in horror.

"This is not a magic trick." Looking at the trembling people around, Yuan Qingwei hit the side casually, and a rock was broken, and the splashing stone happened to hit a commoner who wanted to escape.

"This is a blood-returning curse. It is rumored that there was a wicked man in ancient times. When his parents were there, they treated their parents harshly. After their parents died, they used their bodies as rafts to deceive others' property. When God heard this, he was quite angry and said: "The body of a mortal is made of his father's sperm and his mother's blood. His parents have never treated him badly. But he is so disobedient. What's the use of his body of flesh and blood? That is, he ordered people to cast the blood-returning curse. The so-called blood-returning curse is to return his own flesh and blood to his parents!"

As soon as Yuan Qingwei finished speaking, the people next to him suddenly became quiet.

Especially when the middle-aged man who looked more honest and kowtowed to the old farmer and struggled to kneel down and kowtowed, his body was unexpectedly less itchy. After continuing to kowtow, the crowd began to talk again.

This is also a characteristic of the people in the East. As long as they have accepted Confucianism, Taoism, benevolence and filial piety, they seem to have no resistance to this kind of thing. They were obviously extremely afraid of Yuan Qingwei at the last moment, worried about what kind of demon he was, but when they heard Yuan Qingwei tell the story, the demon and demon Tao that were muttering in their hearts became gods and real people.

Even a little bit of vows gathered. Yuan Qingwei shook his head secretly in his heart, and after extraditioning him to Qingwei's incarnation, he began to promote new propaganda. He first removed the mantra from the evil man and said bluntly: "If your father had not pleaded with him, I would never have been able to avoid you. But now, I have imposed a blood-returning mantra on you. If you have the courage to not support your father in the future, you will have to bear the suffering today forever."

After saying that, he turned around and untie the old farmer's body, took out a bottle and flint. The old farmer hurriedly broke the oil lamp and placed it in front of him. Yuan Qingwei poured out some oil in the bottle, lit the light with the flint, and used the secret technique to pull out the light, warmth, despair, pain, melancholy, and now gratitude and hope.

Finally it turned into a little spark and fell into the lamp in his hand. The originally dim lamp suddenly burst out with light that ordinary people could not see. Yuan Qingwei, who saw everything, took out a few pieces of broken silver from his sleeve and handed it to the old farmer.

"It's not possible, it's not possible! You have helped the old man and taught the children, so I can still collect your money!" The old farmer was not satisfied with the money given by Yuan Qingwei, and waved his hand repeatedly. Yuan Qingwei smiled and said, "It's because they are ignorant of your children, not for anything else. If you give me the lights and I give you silver, it's your transaction. Both are not the same thing, so how can you not be. Besides, this child is also pitifully thin. You have to think about her and leave some family background for her!"

"Thank you, Taoist priest! Thank you, Taoist priest..." After repeated refusals, the old farmer took the few pieces of broken silver given by Yuan Qingwei, pulled the granddaughter beside him and knelt on the ground, and knocked two heads heavily at Yuan Qingwei. Only with the support of his two sons, he walked back with his granddaughter wiped tears.
Chapter completed!