Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1628 Abnormality
Master Ran Deng sighed, looked at Fang Zilan and said, "Excuse me, Miss Zixiu, why are you here?"

"Burn incense." Fang Zilan's expression was stern. Master Ran Deng remained silent. Instead, Bai Moci asked, "If my master doesn't allow it, what will Miss Zixiu do?"

"Kill." Fang Zilan raised her hand and pointed her sword at the gate of Zhongling Temple. "Today, no one inside or outside Zhongling Temple will be alive."

Before she finished speaking, she heard many people in the martial arts world complaining indignantly, saying that she was arrogant and did not take them seriously.

Hearing this, Bai Moci's face turned pale and the hand holding the weapon tightened involuntarily.

Because of the chaos just now and the dim light, Fang Zilan did not notice the weapon in Bai Moci's hand. Only now did she see clearly that it was a judge's pen, which looked surprisingly familiar.

"If my master agrees." Bai Moci spoke word by word, suppressing the noise, and asked: "What about Miss Zixiu?"

"Outside Zhongling Temple." Fang Zilan turned her wrist, and the Plum Sword pointed at the many martial artists around her, silencing them completely.

"They deserve to die." Fang Zilan paused and glanced at the half-closed door of Zhongling Temple. "As for the people in the temple, I can spare their lives."

Bai Moci pursed his lips into a straight line, "How do I know if Miss Zixiu's words are credible?"

"Then how do you know that I'm not here for the people in the temple?" Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows, and Bai Moci's eyes showed a hint of vigilance, "What do you mean?"

"Bai Moci, since you don't know, you can only gamble." Fang Zilan said with interest: "However, since you have the courage to stop me, I can reveal one more piece of news to you."

"I'm all ears." Bai Moci's face was solemn. Fang Zilan chuckled, "You don't have to be like this. This news should be good news for you."

As she spoke, her eyes fell on Awan, "That is the wife of Prince Zhongzheng - the third lady of the Fang family. One of the purposes of my trip is to escort her."

Bai Moci looked at A Wan doubtfully, then reacted, "Who is going to burn incense at Zhongling Temple, you, Miss Zixiu, or the wife of the prince?"

"It doesn't matter who is burning incense. What matters is..." Fang Zilan dragged out her voice and turned to Master Ran Deng and asked, "Master, are you willing to invite us into the temple?"

"Invite you to enter the temple?" Bai Moci repeated, and before Master Randeng could speak, he said, "Miss Zixiu, I don't trust you, so I absolutely cannot..."

"Bai Moci, Master Randeng hasn't said anything yet, but you're going to make the decision for him?" Fang Zilan interrupted Bai Moci rudely and snorted, "When did it become the turn of a lowly lay disciple to make the decision at Zhongling Temple?"

"Amitabha." Master Ran Deng put his hands together and bowed, saying, "Miss Zixiu, today in Zhongling Temple, I, your disciple, can still make the decisions."

"Oh?" Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows and glanced at Bai Moci. "If that's the case, why not just tell me how to make the decision?"

Fang Zilan felt reassured. Wang Shen could drive Uncle Wang out of the house, so it was not unreasonable to lock Uncle Xu into the woodshed. I think Uncle Xu wanted to dissuade Wang Shen, but he never thought that he would imprison him instead.

A loyal servant protects his master. I wonder how sad Xu Bo would be if he knew the news of Wang Bo's death? "Master, whose coffin is placed in the courtyard?" As soon as Xu Bo entered the hall, he asked anxiously about the coffin in the courtyard. Seeing that Wang Shen was silent, he said hesitantly: "It can't be... it can be..."

The slight hope in Xu Bo's words was finally extinguished by Wang Shen. He lowered his head and whispered: "It's the old man."

"What?" Uncle Xu seemed to have been hit by a bolt from the blue, and he stood there unable to move for a long time.

After a while, Uncle Xu came to his senses, stumbled into the courtyard, knelt down in front of the coffin, kowtowed deeply, and burst into tears, "Master... how could you..."

Awan couldn't stand it anymore, and ran to the courtyard with red eyes, knelt down next to Uncle Xu, and said softly: "Uncle Xu, please forgive me and accept the change. If Uncle Wang is still here, he definitely doesn't want to see you like this."

Wang Shen remained sitting in the main seat without any reaction. Seeing him like this, everyone in the Wang family boldly walked to the courtyard spontaneously and knelt beside the coffin. Soon bursts of sobbing could be heard in the courtyard. .

Fang Zilan glanced at the people in the courtyard who were immersed in sadness, then turned to Wang Shen and said, "Aren't you going to take a look?"

"There's nothing interesting to see." Wang Shen turned away and said in a deep voice, "When I kicked him out of the house, that was the last time I saw him."

"Really?" Fang Zilan lowered her expression thoughtfully, ignored Wang Shen, and turned around to go to the courtyard.

However, the moment she turned around, Wang Shen's voice suddenly sounded behind her, "I'm sorry, old man, I..."

"If you have anything to say, just talk to Uncle Wang in person." Fang Zilan interrupted him bluntly without turning back. "I really have no interest in listening to you." After she said that, she walked out.

Yun Qinghan looked at Wang Shen hesitantly, and finally followed Fang Zilan to the courtyard. They stood at the end of the crowd and heard Uncle Xu yelling at the top of his lungs: "Master, do you really not want to see me for the last time? "

The almost shrill cry seemed particularly abrupt amid the sobbing. Xu Bo repeated it over and over again, as if he would not stop unless Wang Shen responded.

After shouting for an unknown amount of time, Xu Bo suddenly started coughing violently, as if he could no longer hold on. He was coughing until he was out of breath. Fortunately, A Wan was quick to act and gradually stabilized his condition.

"Master..." Xu Bo muttered. A Wan helped him calm down and said, "Xu Bo, he won't come. You..."

She stopped talking before she finished. The crowd dispersed to both sides. Wang Shen appeared on the road. He looked down at Xu Bo and said, "Since the old man was gone, you have been taking care of me. So even if I drive the old man out, I will still keep you. Just say whatever you want to say. I'm listening."

"Master, I know you have always been resentful of the master, thinking that the master only cares about charity and doesn't care about you at all." Uncle Xu said and coughed again, "In fact, you misunderstood the master."

Wang Shen snorted coldly but did not refute. Seeing this, Xu Bo raised his hand and said to the servant closest to him, "Go and get the sachet under the pillow in the master's room."

After the servant left, Xu Bo turned to Wang Shen and continued, "Young Master, your wife had a difficult labor when she gave birth to you, so you have been in poor health since childhood. For this reason, the master once invited a monk to come to the mansion to see you, and the monk said that you are in conflict with the Tai Sui, and you will not live past the age of seven."

He sighed quietly, "The master didn't believe it, and spent a lot of money to seek help from all kinds of doctors, but it still didn't work. Seeing that you are about to turn seven, the master is very worried. When I am at my wits' end, I just want to do something to make you happy."