Dragon Tamer
Chapter 1051 - Chapter 1051 Chapter 1055 Earth Temple God

Chapter 1051: Chapter 1055 Earth Temple God Chapter 1051: Chapter 1055 Earth Temple God “What!!”

“Quick, take down the ancestral tablets!”

“The fire is too big, we can’t get in!!”

This fire had come extremely suddenly, especially since it had rained just two days prior and the surroundings of the ancestral shrine were very damp.

This family was immediately thrown into panic, the funeral arrangements were not yet completed, and now the shrine was on fire.

There were many onlookers, but few were helping to extinguish the fire.

“They must be facing retribution, I’ve always said they were all hypocrites.”

“Yes, the child was their only descendant, and I heard he was to marry next year, but now he’s gone, effectively cutting off their lineage. Now with the shrine catching fire, they can’t even save the ancestral tablets!”

Outside of the house, idle bystanders began to point and make various remarks, many bringing up past grievances.

“The fire only targeted the shrine, and not a single tile on the neighboring houses was scorched.”

“Yes, it seems like Old Heavenly Father has finally seen fit to punish this family!”

“Surely not, the Wei Family has always been kind, I remember one winter we couldn’t buy coal, and they sent over half of theirs to us, and Old Wei nearly didn’t survive that winter,” said a poor scholar.

“You know nothing, one can show one face and hide another, many nobles give porridge to beggars, but they are still flaying the laborers’ skins.”

For the time being, the Wei family, covered in dust and dirt, barely managed to save several ancestral tablets, but were in such disarray that continuing the funeral seemed impossible.

Old Wei, his face covered in ash, sat on the ground, listening to the surrounding people pointing and speaking about his family, and his anger surged.

He was just about to curse the heavens when suddenly, the old lady charged at him.

“Have you lost your mind? Haven’t we suffered enough? Can’t you keep your mouth shut? Do you want our whole family to face divine retribution just like our child?” scolded the old lady.

Old Wei was at a loss for words.

He glanced at the chaotic room, then at the neighbors beyond the short hedge, all giving him strange looks.

He knew every one of these neighbors, and all had once received his kindness…

If these people did not believe in him, that was one thing, but now even his wife, who lived with him day and night, doubted him, suspecting he had committed some heinous deed.

Wei Zhuo’s eyes suddenly lost their shine.

He spoke no more.

He looked at the coffin; inside lay a person who looked older than himself, his child whom he had brought up through hardships and great expectations.

He looked again beyond the hedge at the other side, at the shrine–the first thing he did every morning was clean the shrine. Many Wei family members lived in this district, but some never stepped into it to worship their ancestors for a whole year. Only he regarded it as the holiest place, keeping it immaculate.

Now, the shrine too was blackened, charred like a black kiln.

The pointing and talking had become inaudible to him as he caught sight of a monk who had seemingly entered without notice.

For a moment, he saw the corners of the monk’s mouth turn up slightly, as if in pride or mockery, as if to say everything was a result of his own doing!

“Who are you?? Who are you??” Wei Zhuo suddenly stood up and questioned the monk.

But the monk had already started walking toward the exit, his steps slow yet vanishing into the crowd in just a few strides.

Wei Zhuo suddenly realized that this monk was no ordinary person–his eyes were filled with rage!

That monk was one of the incarnations of Old Heavenly Father!

He openly confronted the other person.

When he couldn’t outtalk himself, he set fire to his ancestral ancestral hall!

Shameless!

How is that different from corrupt officials!

…

After nightfall, everyone dispersed.

The Wei Family’s courtyard remained bleak; what was meant to be a respectable funeral turned people away due to fear of involvement, and none dared to attend the mourning feast.

Even though the family didn’t voice it out loud, Wei Zhuo could see that deep down they blamed him for turning everything into a disgrace, he had made everything so utterly disastrous.

“Knock, knock, knock~~~”

Outside the house, there came a knock at the door, a young and handsome peddler stood at the forefront, wearing a friendly expression.

“Isn’t there a funeral feast? Why has no one come to partake? Do you mind if I come in to mourn the young master?” the young peddler said.

Wei Zhuo sat there, devoid of any vigor, just numbly nodding his head.

The young peddler came in, mourned at the shrine for a while, then walked out.

Only he and old man Wei Zhuo remained in the courtyard; the young peddler flashed a not-unpleasant smile and said, “Old man, I sell everything. Is there anything you need? Incense, joss paper. Of course, I know you have prepared plenty of these, but mine are different from others. For example, my incense, once lit, can awaken your son, but when the incense goes out, he will lie back down. My joss paper is excellent too; your child on the Netherworld Road might encounter difficult spirits, these joss papers are recognized by them, ensuring your child’s safety to Granny Meng for reincarnation.”

“You’re speaking nonsense, I won’t believe it,” old man Wei Zhuo said.

“What would you believe then? I won’t beat around the bush with you. I am an Immortal, one who can fulfill the desires in people’s hearts, as long as you provide something of equal value in exchange, I can get you anything,” the peddler smiled, like a midnight black cat.

This conversation made Wei Zhuo lift his head, scrutinizing the young peddler earnestly.

“During the day, a Beggar God cursed the Old Heavenly Father and burned our Wei Family’s ancestral hall.”

“I am unlike those insincere True Gods, I follow my own path,” the peddler said.

“What can you do for me?”

“What you desire in your heart, I can make happen. Of course, the harder it is to achieve, the bigger the price you’ll need to pay,” the peddler said.

“I have nothing left,” said Wei Zhuo.

“You do, you do have something. You have what I need most, a heart trampled by the world yet still compassionate…” the peddler said earnestly.

Old man Wei Zhuo looked into the peddler’s eyes, these black eyes that did not reflect even a flicker of light, but it was such a unique gaze, as if granting him a sort of power…

The pain in his chest didn’t matter anymore. What he cared about was the smoldering rage inside his heart.

He only cared about how to reclaim true justice!

…

…

Zhu Minglang and Wen Lingfei investigated in Pingbo City.

They found that about half of those showing signs of aging have been benevolent in their lives, even if they hadn’t performed any laudable feats, they were highly praised by friends, family, and neighbors.

As expected, the target of the Evil Immortals were the Good cultivators.

He was not interested in the natural lifespan of ordinary people nor the evil ones; he craved the lifespan of the kind-hearted!

“These names should be very close to the victims we are looking for; next, we need to find the Earth Temple God who records the merits of mortals,” Wen Lingfei said.