After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Qin He had just walked out of Zhaoyu leisurely when he felt a breath locking onto him.

Very strong, a master of external force.

But Qin He was not interested in paying attention to her. He flashed twice as he walked around the corner and then shook her off.

When it comes to cause and effect, every little detail is involved.

Avoid it if you can.

If this goes on, even the technique of concealing the secrets will no longer be able to be contained.

Moreover.

What to say when meeting?

A whip or a stab in the throat?

It's easy to say but it doesn't sound good.

After leaving the city and returning to the dock, Qin He changed his magical clothes into a black robe and cloak, and put on a mask, and went to the Qingniu Immortal Temple.

This is the new look of the Green Ox Immortal that Qin He designed for himself, which is full of mystery.

The temple is still the same temple, but it is obvious that more repairs have been done.

The altar table is bigger, there are more cushions, and the portrait at the top has been replaced with a new one.

The roof has new wooden beams and it looks like it will be re-tiled soon.

There is also a donation box on the side of the statue, which is the source of funds for repairs.

The biggest change is the floor of the temple, which is paved with bricks, which is much better than the original mud floor. There are two bricklayers busy working in the open space outside.

But Lai Fu was not there.

From time to time, common people and refugees came in to make wishes or fulfill them. Qin He could only hear a small part of them and could not hear most of them.

This may be the difference between sincerity and insincerity.

At this point, the Qingniu Immortal Temple finally looked like a temple.

Since the Zhongshan Palace started providing free porridge, more refugees flocked here.

The rumor was circulating on the streets that the Green Ox Immortal had visited the Zhongshan King's Palace and divined to the King to open his granaries to provide relief to the victims, which led to the subsequent porridge distribution.

Grateful refugees flocked to the temple to make and fulfill their wishes.

Some were fulfilling their vows, enjoying the porridge today and wishing the porridge distribution program would continue. Some were wishing to find lost relatives. Some were praying for good weather in the coming year, so they could survive the winter and return home.

The refugees' wishes are simple: they just want to survive.

Thanks to them, Qin He started to earn thousands of merits every day these days.

However, these thousands of merits are just a drop in the bucket compared to the huge number of refugees stranded in Beijing.

Once there is food in the stomach, no one will come here to ask for food except those who are extremely grateful.

It is difficult to be a god in the East.

After sensing the location, Qin He found Lai Fu in the woods behind the temple.

The old man wiped his tears while building a grave for the Liang family. It was so sad.

It is called a tomb, but in fact it is just a small mound of earth and a wooden tablet with words engraved on it. It is not even a cenotaph.

More than thirty wooden tablets stood in a forest, looking very miserable.

The sound of Qin He's footsteps startled Lai Fu.

Lai Fu hurried forward and bowed, saying, "Great Immortal, you are here. My master... has suffered a great disaster..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Lai Fu burst into tears again.

"Good fortune and misfortune are interdependent, and everyone has their own destiny. Please accept my condolences."

Qin He didn't want to say much about Liang Shijie's right and wrong, as time would soon dilute everything. Lai Fu had a deep fortune in this life, without the Liang family's burden, and his life didn't truly begin until he was nearly sixty.

After a while, Lai Fu calmed down a bit. He took out a piece of yellow fur from his arms and said, "Great Immortal, more than ten days ago, someone asked me to pass this thing on to you. He said he would repay your kindness in his next life. I asked him his name, but he said it was not necessary to leave a name. You know."

"Huang Chengren."

Qin He's eyes narrowed slightly, and he reached out to take it.

This is an exquisite neck collar, the whole body is dark yellow without a trace of other colors, the fur is glossy and has a faint luster, it feels light as a feather in the hand and has an excellent feel.

When he was still in the Liang family, Huang Chengren wanted to make a deal with him by selling his skin to him, asking him to kill Liang Shijie.

I didn't agree, but gave it three thousand merits in exchange for a human body and ten days of worldly life.

I never expected that in the end, it would give me the fur that it had cultivated for a hundred years.

There must be no place to find me, so I was sent to the temple.

With a sweep of the Qi-gazing technique, the fur was free of any resentment. This was what Huang Chengren shed willingly before his death. The fur was pure and spiritual, and could protect future generations and become a family heirloom.

"Did it say anything else?" Qin He asked.

"No, after giving him the fur, he left."

Lai Fu shook his head, paused, and asked, "Master, I remember there was a yellow-skinned cat that always haunted the Liang family. Its fur color was very similar to this one."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime blessing."

Qin He smiled mysteriously, put away his yellow scarf, turned around and left.

Huang Chengren died of old age, and Liang Shijie was beheaded. A single thought led to eternal damnation.

I just don't know where Huang Chengren buried himself.

Presumably, it should be able to overlook the human world, right?

But this has nothing to do with Qin He anymore. When a person dies, it is like a lamp going out. The past is gone with the wind and smoke. The grievances and entanglements between the Liang family and Huang Chengren have come to an end.

No one will know about it anymore, and no one will mention it again.

On the copper scale, the black-robed man spoke: "Good fortune rarely comes to those without integrity, and heaven will not reward those who are unfaithful. Don't wait until karma is less than perfect, because when it comes, it is beyond our control."

Reward: Prayer Pen.