Half of the car body was knocked out and stuck in the guardrail. It maintained a delicate balance and was teetering. If the wind blew stronger, the car would inevitably roll down the hillside.

The phone was right in front of her and she could reach it with her hand, but Wen Tian didn't dare to move and even held her breath.

"Is there anyone? Is he still alive? Don't panic, I'll save you!"

Wen Tian was startled, and suddenly felt signs of movement in the car. She quickly turned her eyes to the rearview mirror, and saw a thin figure with his back to her. He covered the outside of the car with talismans, and pushed the car in.

He turned sideways, his beard was blown by the wind, and the wind filled his robes.

Wen Tian remembered in a daze that this person was Taoist Master Ling of Qingyang Guan who was very popular on the Internet recently.

Suddenly, the car shook violently, and Ling Xuan shouted: "Open the door and jump out!"

Although there were still rocks in front, the road could already be seen from the driver's seat. Wen Tian opened the door and got out of the car without hesitation, staying away from the scene of the accident.

Veins popped up in Ling Xuan's temples. He couldn't hold on anymore, so he let go and the car crashed down the mountain.

Ling Xuan patted the dust on his hands and turned around, only to realize that the other person was Wen Tian, ​​who was spreading negative information about Chu Hanxing everywhere.

He touched his nose in embarrassment and saw Wen Tian's mouth opened to say something, but no sound could be heard. As he was about to move forward, a deafening horn sounded behind him, and green light reflected from the road sign. Ling Xuan froze.

Before he could react, he was already in the air, his body felt severe pain from being hit, and he fell heavily three meters away.

Ling Xuan raised his hand to touch his head with difficulty, his hand was moist.

He thought blankly, luckily he finished the Taoist temple before he died, and the money left behind should be enough for Ling Yi.

The driver got out of the car in a panic, checked his breathing, turned pale, and tremblingly called the emergency phone.

Ling Xuan wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, his throat was covered in blood.

Alas, he wanted to say that he was destined to have such a calamity and that he would not be able to survive it, so he should not bother to waste public resources by calling 120.

Fortunately, the driver who hit him was a truck driver and had insurance, so his life would not be too difficult.

In the end, he didn't say anything, he just tilted his head feebly. Just when he was about to close his eyes due to excessive blood loss, he suddenly saw a pair of shoes.

Ling Xuan suddenly opened his eyes wide, identifying the pair of Shifang shoes, and his pupils narrowed sharply.

That's...

The shoes were made by him himself.

In an instant, his expression changed from surprise to anger, various images flashed through his mind, his internal organs were injured and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

He spoke with difficulty: "Ling Yi, why..."

"Master." The clear voice contained a smile. The man in black lifted his cloak and squatted down, revealing Ling Yi's clear face. He told him lightly, "Because you are blocking the road."

Ling Xuan closed his eyes in despair and said in a painful voice: "Fellow Daoist Chu, I hurt you..."

The weak breath suddenly stopped, Ling Xuan opened his eyes wide and refused to close his eyes.

The man in black put Ling Xuan into the gourd while his soul was still in his body, and then threw it into Wen Tian's arms: "Give the gourd to Xuanyangzi, he knows how to deal with it."

"As for the corpse," he laughed, "tell them that Taoist Master Ling's disciples can't get away and agree to send it directly to the crematorium for incineration."

Wen Tian responded with a submissive yes, and when the breeze blew, she and the driver were the only ones left on the road.

She clutched the gourd tightly. At that moment, she wanted to remind Ling Xuan, but the man in black appeared quietly behind Ling Xuan, and Wen Tian swallowed her words decisively.

She avoided Ling Xuan's eyes, which had not been closed before he died, and followed the man in black's instructions to call the funeral home's car to take the body to be incinerated, and put the gourd into a bag.

Wen Tian looked as usual and asked Feng Qi to arrange the things Wang Zide had asked him to do. He had dinner chatting and laughing and didn't go home until late at night.

She locked the door, took out the gourd, took a deep breath, pulled out the box under the bed, put the gourd in, and said to herself: "Those servants love to go into the bedroom and rummage around, who knows if they will

Will open the gourd and release his soul."

…

Ling Xuan died in a car accident. Everyone learned the news one after another and went to express their condolences, but Qingyang Temple stayed silent. His only disciple Ling Xuan was too sad and had no intention of seeing guests. He hoped that the master could leave quietly, so everyone had to leave flowers.

At the door.

Fu Jia held the flowers in confusion and murmured: "Taoist Master Ling, how could you die..."

Two days ago, they were drinking and talking, Ling Xuan was joking and reasoning with him, but why did he die in the blink of an eye?

Xu Tianyang, Wu Zimiao and others all came and stood at the entrance of the Taoist temple for a long time without saying a word. Only after dark did they put down their flowers and leave.

Gao Min bought two bouquets of flowers and bowed deeply to the Taoist temple.

A life passes away so quickly that there is no time to say goodbye.

The ancients often said to cherish the present, but probably no one knows who will come first tomorrow or the unexpected.

…

Chu State.

Rumors spread more and more fiercely that someone in the family who had died of a strange disease picked up his belongings, smashed the statue of the national master in the suburbs, and burned the temple.

This fire ignited the restless capital, and other people followed suit, slamming the statue of the national master enshrined in their homes to the ground, and gathered a group of people to smash the statue everywhere.

For three days and three nights, they were so excited when they first built the temple, and now they were so angry and burned it down.

More and more people gathered, and finally they came to the most majestic royal temple in the capital, which was the last statue of Chu Hanxing in the capital.

It is seventeen meters high, covered with gold foil, and took six months to carve. It is so exquisite that even the runes on the robe are reproduced one to one.

Someone climbed up to the high platform and shouted: "She is a witch! She is the one who caused everyone to get strange diseases! We will burn her to death!"

"Yes! Burn her to death!"

"It's all her fault. My husband-in-law contracted a strange disease and died... How can we, orphans and widows, live without us? Wuwuwuwu..."

"The witch has done a lot of harm to people! She is not worthy of building a temple!"

"Witch, give me back to my husband, give back to my husband!"

The woman picked up the stones on the ground and threw them at the statue.

The statue was built with great care, because the workers who built the statue also received the favor of the national master, so it was extraordinarily strong and unmoving.

"Bah! Pretend to be a ghost, you witch, you will die a happy death!"

The man on the high platform tried his best to push, but still couldn't push.

"Hmph, the demon girl must have cast a spell. Everyone is here to help. Although we are ordinary people, we are human beings. How can we allow this demon to be so presumptuous? What qualifications does she have to stand on the same stage as these Bodhisattvas and gods!"

"Yes! Let's all come together. If you don't believe me, we can't defeat her!"

"As long as the idol is smashed, she will have no incense to worship, and the witch can no longer harm people!"

As soon as this statement came out, the crowd became excited, and the rest of the people immediately climbed up to the high platform. When the platform was full, someone pushed his legs hard on the ground, and the next person pushed the previous person's back, and one after another, the people in the temple were moved.

It was so crowded.

The statue of the god on the high platform lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes with compassion. Those eyes seemed to have a spirit, looking at them quietly.

Everyone exerted all their strength, only to hear a roar, the huge statue collapsed, and dust rose several meters high.

There was another clang, and the woman raised the stone and smashed the statue's face.

The sounds of smashing and smashing were endless, and the statue was torn into pieces. After everyone dispersed, there were not many fragments on the ground.
Chapter completed!