At night.
Cang City, on the main street of the South District.
An Ziming hailed a cab from the airport and drove to the City God Temple near Mulou Village.
He looked nervous.
After knowing his identity, he had been looking forward to it and couldn't wait to come to Cang City to acknowledge his ancestors. However, when he arrived in Cang City and got off the plane, he was extremely nervous.
"Master, how long will it take for us to reach the City God Temple?”
Hearing this, the driver looked at the road sign in front of him." We'll be there in half an hour. The roads have been congested recently. Did you come to pay your respects after hearing about the spirit of the City God Temple in Mulou Village? But why did you come so late? Now that the City God Temple is closed, you have to wait until tomorrow to enter.”
"Yes, I plan to stay at a nearby hotel for the night.”
An Ziming nodded and replied perfunctorily.
Immediately, he lowered his head and looked at the three-centimeter-sized small fish-shaped jade pendant in his hand. This was the jade pendant that had been passed down from generation to generation that he had sold.
The color of the jade pendant was not good, but it had a special spirituality. When he touched it, it was cold and he could not bear to part with it.
What should I say when I see my ancestors?
An Ziming muttered to himself.
His hand involuntarily caressed the jade pendant as he stared at it.
An Ziming was very nervous.
Looking at his watch from time to time, he arrived at the City God Temple.
City God Temple.
An Ziming got out of the car and looked at the ancient Shing Wong Temple. He took a deep breath and looked around.
"Climb in." An Ziming didn't plan to wait until the day to go to the City God Temple. He had planned to come at night. When there was no one there, it would be more convenient.
This was what Xiang Sheng had told him. He had said that the Shing Wong Temple usually did not participate in the matters of the Yang Realm, but he was a descendant of the Shing Wong, so he should not be in this category. However, he had to pay more attention.
An Ziming crawled into the Shing Wong Temple.
Walking in the courtyard, the night wind blew as cool as water.
Then, he bent his knees and jumped into the temple.
Outside.
Two people who were observing the Shing Wong Temple walked out of the building.
They looked at An Ziming, who had just jumped over the wall." What do we do now?”
Not long ago, they received a call.
It was a call from the bureau, asking them to pay attention to a man around the age of 28. He was wearing a gray suit. This person was 'suspected' to be a descendant of Shing Wong. They were asked to pay attention to his actions and act according to the situation.
"Wait."
Another person replied," Wait for him to come out and then observe his changes.”
……
In the Shing Wong Yin Si.
An Yanyuan was teaching Ghost Baby how to read.
"…Xi 'er, this word is autumn. It forms the Mid-Autumn Festival with the word' Zhong 'that I called you yesterday. The Mid-Autumn Festival is a traditional festival…"
Suddenly, he stopped teaching and his expression changed.
The ghost baby noticed the change in An Yanyuan's mood. It tilted its head slightly, looking a little confused…It was the first time it had seen An Yanyuan with such an expression.
" Someone who is closely related to me…"
An Yanyuan whispered.
He sensed something that was completely different from what he had sensed before.
Previously, it was the lives of others, good or bad luck, and the safety of the people under his jurisdiction. However, this time, it was not. This time, it was directly related to him, his bloodline!!
An Yuanyuan felt an aura that was thicker than blood.
... are my descendants.
He made a judgment in his heart and a happy smile appeared on his face.
How could he not be happy when his descendants came to visit him? It made him feel like his own grandson came to visit him.
Immediately, he prepared to stand up and perform divination using the qi observation technique. He wanted to know some things about his descendants.
In a moment, An Yanyuan's expression changed.
At this moment.
An Yuanyuan's smile froze.
"Xi 'er, go to sleep. That's all for today's lesson.”An Shiyuan looked at the ghost infant beside him and smiled as he rubbed its head.
Ghost Baby looked up at An Yuyuan. It felt that An Yuyuan's smile was different from usual.
Listening to the words.
It thought for a moment and nodded. Then, it jumped off the stone chair, picked up the small ball, and walked to its room.
Just as he was about to walk in, Ghost Baby looked behind him. An Yanyuan was gone. He tilted his head slightly. Just now…An Yanyuan seemed very unhappy.
In the outside world.
Many messengers of death entered the Shing Wong Temple from the outside.
They had finished their duty and were ready to return to rest. They would continue their patrol after midnight.
"Eh?" The messenger of death walking in front saw a person in the temple.
"Who is he?"
The messengers of death who came in later all noticed An Ziming and couldn't help but reveal puzzled expressions.
Why did he come to the City God Temple so late at night?
The messengers of death stopped to look.
In the next moment, they saw Lord Shing Wong walk out of the mud statue. They all bowed respectfully." Lord Shing Wong."”
Then, the messengers of death realized that something was wrong. Lord Shing Wong nodded in response and did not say anything. He looked calm, but it gave them a feeling that Lord Shing Wong was not very happy.
……
On the other side.
An Ziming entered the temple.
The temple was quiet, and the light from the lamps was weak. It shone on the clay statues of ghosts and gods and the city god. There was no gloom, only a sense of grandeur and antiquity.
"Ancestors." An Ziming held the jade pendant tightly in his hand. He didn't walk to the front of the ancestor's clay statue. Instead, he knelt down in the middle of the temple and prepared to kowtow to the statue.
Suddenly, after he knelt down, he realized that there was movement from his ancestor's statue!
A moment later.
A figure walked out, slowly becoming clear.
Dressed in a black and red robe, his hands were hidden in his wide sleeves. He looked like the Shing Wong on the clay statue.
…It was an ancestor!
An Ziming immediately kowtowed to the ground." Grandson An Ziming kowtowed to the ancestor.”
As he spoke, he kowtowed a few times.
An Ziming's heart was filled with excitement, and his face was flushed red. It really appeared, it really appeared. He really was a descendant of the City God.
After he finished kowtowing, he raised his head and looked at his ancestor, An Yanyuan.
" Ancestor, I…" An Ziming opened his mouth to speak, but he realized that something was wrong. He looked at Ancestor An Yanyuan walking over with an extremely calm expression and a pair of eyes as deep as the night. For some reason, An Ziming felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't finish his sentence and stopped abruptly.
An Ziming felt uncomfortable all over.
It was as if his entire body had been seen through, and even his two hidden secrets were exposed.
"What's your name?" At this moment, a calm voice sounded.
"Ancestor, my name is An Ziming. Zi, as in son, Ming, as in bright.”
An Xinyuan heard this name.
He mumbled," Ziming, I hope that your child will have a bright future. I also hope that you can be a clear person, a pure person, a bright, intelligent person, but…"
At the end of his sentence, An Yanyuan's hands, which were hidden in his sleeves, trembled, and his tone suddenly changed."…What have you done?!”
His words were harsh and filled with indescribable anger.
Looking at An Yuyuan's sharp eyes, An Ziming was terrified.
He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he felt that he could not. He had to admit his mistake, or everything would be over.
"Ancestor, I was wrong. I'll definitely change in the future. I won't launder money anymore. I won't steal anymore.”He immediately admitted his mistake.
Hearing this.
An Yanyuan looked at An Ziming and knew what he was thinking.
"Wrong? Do you know what you've done?!" An Yanyuan was furious. He had seen things that many people did not know.
An Ziming.
His father had given him a name that said he wanted him to be honest and upright. However, he had always been a thief. In fact, these were just petty crimes. An Ziming was arrogant and violent. Because a peer of his age provoked him, he was so angry that he beat him to death!
After killing someone, An Ziming didn't repent at all. He even took the fact that he had killed someone as his pride. He was also proud that he hadn't been discovered after killing someone and was still at large.
In order to launder the money, he deceived five university students and made them use their ID cards to launder the money for him. In the end, he made money as the behind-the-scenes person. Those five poor children were imprisoned. The shortest one was imprisoned for two years.
Two years was a precious time for a child who had just graduated!
Two years of youth had been erased just like that.
And this was not all.
Three years ago, An Ziming killed someone again. He wanted to make a windfall, so he kidnapped a child from a wealthy family. His plan failed halfway, and he ran away early. As for the child, he threw him into the river to destroy the evidence. The child drowned in the water and was only discovered a week later.
"I…I…"
An Ziming wanted to quibble, but halfway through his words, he became afraid.
He realized that his 'misconception' was right. Ancestor An Yanyuan looked at him as if he was looking at him naked.
He knows my secret, he knows what I've never told anyone, he knows that I've killed two people.
An Ziming felt a chill run down his spine.
The next moment, he kowtowed to An Yanyuan in extreme panic." Ancestor, I was wrong. I was insensible in the past and shouldn't have done those evil things. I shouldn't have lied and harmed some children.”
He didn't understand how An Yanyuan knew about this.
Could it be that there was really a god within three feet of them?
Did the gods see everything they did?!
An Ziming's inner thoughts were seen by An Yanyuan.
There was a sharp look in his eyes." Up until now, you haven't repented at all. From the beginning to the end, you haven't regretted at all. All you're thinking about is why I know about these things.”
At this moment, An Yanyuan extended his hand from his wide sleeve, and a ferule appeared in his hand.
He could see the nature of this descendant.
He had no intention of repentance at all!
"How could my An family have a descendant like you?”
The ferule fell.
It hit An Ziming's body.
A heart-wrenching scream rang out. An Ziming trembled on the ground. His face turned pale, without a trace of blood.
The ferule hurt the flesh with one hit.
This kind of pain was not a simple physical pain.
After the first strike, An Shiyuan raised his ferule and struck again.
Ah!
An Ziming cried. He wanted to die. He was in extreme pain.
The ferule had hit the soul twice. This time, it hit the physical body, but it also hit the soul. The human soul was fragile, and now An Ziming felt like he was being cut into pieces. It was a kind of physical and mental pain. His back was soaked in cold sweat. This situation was not exaggerated, but the truth.
"Ancestor, let me go, let me go. Stop fighting, stop fighting.”
An Ziming looked at An Yuyuan in fear. He didn't know what to say. He only knew to cry and beg An Yuyuan to stop fighting.
He was afraid.
There was a fear that came from the bottom of his heart.
He felt that he would die if he took another hit. He would die here.
Regarding An Ziming's words.
An Shiyuan didn't pause at all.
He raised his arm three times.
The ferule was about to fall.
" No, don't. Ancestor, don't. I'm the only heir of the An family. I don't have a child yet. If I die, the An family will have no descendants. Grandpa's era was chaotic, and he was the only one left in the An family. Now, I'm the only one left in the An family. Ancestor, don't kill me. I promise I won't do anything bad in the future. I promise I won't."”
An Ziming was afraid.
The expressions of the messengers of death changed.
When they first saw An Ziming, they were puzzled. When they heard An Ziming address Lord Shing Wong as ancestor, they were all stunned. Was this person a descendant of Lord Shing Wong?!
However, before they could feel happy for Lord Shing Wong, they saw him holding the Ruler of Admonition and whipping his unfilial descendants.
"Sir, please reconsider!"
They rushed out one after another, their faces filled with shock.
The messengers of death didn't know exactly how terrifying that ferule was, but they instinctively felt that if Daren really did it, Daren's descendant, An Ziming, would die here!
The messengers of death wanted to stop An Yanyuan from attacking." Sir, this is your only descendant. You can't continue fighting!”
"Milord, please think twice. He is indeed in the wrong, but he is your last descendant.”
The messengers of death trembled.
"Move aside." An Shiyuan looked at the messengers of death who were trying to stop him and were thinking for him.
"But…"
"Do you know what he did?”
An Yanyuan looked at An Ziming." He killed someone when he was 18. For the sake of money, he threw a three-year-old child into the river and let the child drown in the cold water. He harmed five young children and made them lose at least three years of their youth. They were imprisoned and their parents cried all day long.
His father gave him the name of Ziming, but he did all these evil things and angered his father to death. His old mother was placed in a nursing home by him and he did not see her once for five years. He did not even go to see his mother when she died. Tell me, tell me, what is the use of keeping such an unfilial and unjust descendant?!”
His voice was fierce!
Towards the end, An Yanyuan's entire body trembled, and the calm expression on his face could no longer be maintained. In the end, his voice became very loud and extremely stern.
" Since ancient times, the An family's motto has only been 'be kind to others'. There are no other requirements. We don't expect our descendants to be rich and noble, to be good teachers, or to be upright…He can't even do simple things like being kind to others. I don't want such a descendant, and I don't want him to harm others.”
"This…"
The messengers of death were stunned. They didn't know that An Ziming had done so many evil things.
And this was obviously not all.
They looked at An Ziming and saw the fear on his face. They kept shaking their heads.
"My lord." The messengers of death turned around and looked at An Yanyuan. Everyone bowed and said in a trembling voice," Sir, he has committed a heinous crime, but he is still your descendant. If he dies, there will be no continuation of your bloodline.”
The messengers of death's eyes turned red. They couldn't let Daren kill An Ziming just like that.
Daren had been doing good all his life. He had done so many things and never asked for anything in return. In the end, such a Daren ended up with no descendants. How could they bear to let such a thing happen?
"Sir, you can let him do good deeds. If you really want to kill him, you have to wait until he gives birth to his descendants. It won't be too late for you to deal with him.”
"That's right. Sir, you can wait for him to give birth to his offspring. At that time, you can do whatever you want with him.”
The messengers of death thought of a way.
An Shiyuan looked at each messenger of death." My descendants are descendants, but aren't other people's descendants also descendants? Any girl who marries into the family will be harming her.”
Hearing this, the messengers of death were speechless.
They did not know what to say. The next moment, the messengers of death bowed in unison and did not retreat." Sir, please reconsider!”
"Milord, please reconsider."
"Milord, please reconsider."
The messengers of death spoke.
"Move aside!" A wave of might spread out from An Yanyuan's body, and the messenger of death who tried to stop him was pushed away by a gentle force.
In a moment.
The ferule was raised and lowered again.
"Old ancestor, I'm the last member of the Andersons. I haven't gotten married or had children yet. If I die, the Andersons won't be able to continue…"
An Ziming was terrified and said these words as quickly as possible.
"If you live, you will eventually harm someone. Since that's the case, then you don't have to.”As An Yanyuan spoke, his ferule fell.
Bang!
"My An family will be extinct in this lifetime.”
An Yanyuan's voice trembled.
"My lord!"
The messengers of death were terrified. They wanted to stop him, but they could not. Their eyes were filled with anxiety.
Three strikes of ferule, life span knot!
In an instant, An Ziming's frightened eyes lost their vitality, and his body went limp on the ground.
This was confirmed!
An Ziming was dead. He died in this temple. He was beaten to death by his own ancestor, An Shiyuan…
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