The three incense sticks that were burning on the table suddenly broke in the middle.
Zhang Haizhu wanted to touch the statue with his hand, but three blisters appeared on his arm.
It wasn't over yet. Zhang Haizhu shouted in pain and pulled a Peace Token off the table.
"Block!"
"Ah!"
By accident, the Peace Token hit Zhang Haizhu's leg where his tendons were numb. His legs went numb and he knelt on a futon in front of him.
The force of inertia caused him to knock his head on the ground.
"Collapse."
Just by listening to the strength, he knew that this kowtow was definitely not light.
"I didn't expect your son to be so filial. He's actually alright.”
Hearing Lin Feng's words, Zhang Haizhu wanted to get up, but he had just kowtowed. His head was a little blurry, and his vision turned black. His legs felt weak, and he kowtowed again.
"I beg you, please don't lower yourself to my son's level. Haizhu is not sensible at all.”
Aunt Zhang directly knelt on another futon and muttered to the statue, hoping to obtain forgiveness.
Zhang Haizhu might think it was a coincidence, but Auntie Zhang, who knew some things, didn't think so.
The incense burning on it was clearly of very good quality and very expensive. It was so thick that it could burn for a day, but why did it break at the root when he reached out his hand?
Moreover, she could clearly see that the jade plate on the table was still some time away from Zhang Haizhu's feet.
However, he had hit the target. There were too many coincidences. If there were too many coincidences, it wouldn't be a coincidence anymore. This was a true immortal!
"Please forgive my son, he is not sensible.”
Zhang Haizhu, who had recovered his spirit, said.
"Mother, what are you doing? Don't worship such a charlatan."
Before he could finish speaking, he got up halfway and knelt on the ground again.
At this moment, Zhang Haizhu also realized that something was wrong. Did those things really exist in the world? Wasn't it all the dregs of feudalism?
Did such an era really exist? However, looking at his mother's expression, Zhang Haizhu thought about it again. He had just come in, and all these coincidences made him somewhat believe it. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
It was my fault. Please forgive me.”
After saying that, Zhang Haizhu stole a glance at the statue, which stunned him.
When he stole a glance at the statue, his eyes met the statue's. Then, he felt as if something was looking at him.
If he guessed correctly, the eyes that were looking at him were the eyes of the statue.
This statue was carved out of wood. That was right, he was very sure of this. However, he felt as if a pair of eyes were spying on him.
This made him break out in a cold sweat, and his heart thumped in fear.
"Son, what are you waiting for? Apologize to the immortal family and offer incense to apologize.”
Auntie Zhang was instructing Zhang Haizhu from the side. This family had an old man who was like a treasure.
The old man was very experienced and had experienced too many things. He had dabbled in all kinds of things and could sometimes make the right judgment.
"Yes, yes!"
Then, as if he had just woken up from a dream, Zhang Haizhu lit up three incense sticks and respectfully offered them before bowing.
Then, he realized that the incense stick he had burned was slowly forming a circle and floating towards the sky.
Seeing this, Zhang Haizhu could not help but feel a little shocked! Then, cold sweat broke out on his back. At this moment, he felt that there were people watching him.
Lin Feng couldn't help but sigh. As expected, the old man was indeed experienced. Zhang Haizhu bowed respectfully to him. With the incense, it was not easy for him to punish him.
"Thank you, Immortal. Thank you, Immortal."
Seeing the smoke circle's performance, Aunt Zhang also kowtowed to the statue a few times to express her gratitude. At this time, her heart was even more determined.
"Master Lin, I beg you. Please help our family. Too many things have happened in our family.”
After saying that, Aunt Zhang even kowtowed to the statue. When Aunt Zhang finished her question, a wisp of green smoke that ordinary people couldn't see floated in front of the statue and entered it.
Then, it was as if there was an invisible thread connecting Aunt Zhang and the statue.
A message appeared in Lin Feng's mind. It explained everything that had happened in Auntie Zhang's family from the beginning to the present.
"Incense? As expected! I knew that opening a hall to ask questions would help with cultivation.”
Lin Feng did not expect such a miraculous change. As others said, the experts looked at the door and the laymen watched the show.
If he didn't open a court to ask about the matter, he would never know what benefits there were.
"Good! Auntie Zhang, I know about your matter. Can you let me take a look at your ancestral home now?”
Hearing Lin Feng's words, Aunt Zhang felt relieved. Meanwhile, Zhang Haizhu, who was carefully observing the surroundings, felt his worldview shatter.
What is this? I haven't even said anything yet, and you already know? However, he did not dare to say anything. This matter was probably really related to that thing.
"Master Lin, is this really related to those things?
Master, please save us!"
Lin Feng stepped forward to support Aunt Zhang and began to walk out of the door, comforting her as he walked.
"It's nothing serious. I already know about this. I also know about what happened to your family.
I understand what caused this. Don't worry, I'll definitely solve it for you today.”
With Lin Feng's comfort, Aunt Zhang was also very relaxed.
He couldn't help but think to himself," Immortals are immortals. In the future, my family will definitely get Zhang Haizhu, that brat, to make a small hall for me. At that time, I will specially worship the immortals who have solved the big problems for my family."
Lin Feng supported Aunt Zhang as they walked out. At this time, he still did not know that Aunt Zhang was going to set up a temple for him. If he knew, he would definitely be very happy.
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