For some people, it is undoubtedly a very grand and majestic thing to have so many people kneeling in front of them. However, Pu Zixuan didn't feel comfortable at all, especially when he saw several very old women so humble, he felt even more ashamed and all kinds of tastes came to his heart.

Seeing that Pu Zixuan, Chen Shuqing and others came forward to support him one by one, Pu Pinglu said, "Okay, let's get up."

Everyone then stood up one after another, and Pu Zixuan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew from the crowd, and stood opposite the crowd. After introducing himself as Pu Songling's ninth generation descendants, he said in a true voice: "Dear Pujiazhuang relatives, now Immortal Lin Luo is dead, and the curse of Pujiazhuang has been lifted. Everyone no longer has to worry that bad people will harm our Pujiazhuang. However, there is no need to thank us outsiders for this matter. After all, we are still alive.

If I really want to thank you, I hope everyone will always remember our village doctor, Pu Yongji, who told us what happened in Pujiazhuang over the years at the cost of his life." Then, Pu Zixuan pointed to the back mountain and said, "We have buried the village doctor in the back mountain properly. He is alone, without children. When he arrives there, he will definitely be very lonely. I hope everyone will go to his grave to pay tribute every year, burn two incense sticks and offer two bouquets of flowers to comfort his spirit in heaven!"

It seems that these women had already learned about Pu Yongji's death from other villagers in advance. After listening to Pu Zixuan's story, they did not react much, but they all lowered their faces and nodded slightly.

Of course, the men, including Pu Pinglu, nodded in response. In an instant, Pu Zixuan's speech, which was quite elegant, became even more important in the minds of the villagers because of this general's speech.

Pu Zixuan cleared his throat and then said, "In addition, we have found out the source of the curse of Pujiazhuang. It was a long time ago, someone buried a piece of Tai Sui, commonly known as the flesh Ganoderma lucidum in the land of Pujiazhuang. The Tai Sui suddenly became a demon a hundred and fifty years ago and transformed a nearby villager named Wang into the later Lin Luo Immortal. Although Lin Luo Immortal is dead, the Tai Sui has disappeared. It is said that it has caused many similar tragedies in Shandong. We want to find it, but we don't know where it is, so I want to ask you, did the whereabouts of Lin Luo Immortal reveal the whereabouts of Tai Sui during the process of getting along with you?"

As soon as these words came out, the women immediately looked at me and I looked at you, all of them showing a look of at a loss.

This move immediately stunned Pu Zixuan and his men. If Wang Hongqing had more information, how could he have never revealed any news to these women who were together day and night in this year?

At least, when it is late at night and sentimental, you will say a few words to one or two particularly favored pillows.

Seeing this, Pu Pinglu was a little embarrassed and added loudly: "Everyone, I, Pu Pinglu, just learned about the Tai Sui incident. It seems that this matter has not been completely finished. As long as the culprit is still there, we cannot completely calm down. So don't have any psychological concerns, and just make a statement."

Everyone was still silent.

After thinking for a while, Chen Shuqing reminded: "Immortal Lin Luo may not have made it so clearly to you. So please think about it. Have he done any strange actions over the years? For example, people who care very much, things they care very much, or things they never forget..."

This time, a middle-aged woman raised her hand and shouted, "I want to say a few words."

Chen Shuqing's eyes fell on her and said in surprise: "Okay, please speak, sister."

The woman said, "Immortal Lin Luo often stands in the east, looks out of sight in the distance, and sighs. Once, he also told me that there are his nobles in the east, which have made him and others now."

"Is it east?" Chen Shuqing said in a daze, "He may really not know that the thing under the land is Tai Sui, but he could vaguely feel that the 'master' eventually heading east."

Pu Zixuan also cheered and said happily: "That's right. Even if it's just his words or small habits, it may become important information. What about others? Is there any?"

A young woman in the first row raised her hand and said, "I was taken away by him four years ago. I also want to say a few words. He did say "noble people", but he never mentioned "Tai Sui" or "Gentle Ganoderma lucidum". He said that the "noble people" has been growing up over the years and is calling for "children" like him to go east and become "big immortals" with them. He really wants to go, but he can't bear to leave us, so he has been disobeying his noble people."

Under the guidance of the two, the other women also began to echo each other.

"Yes, he said so to me."

"Hmph, he told me too!"

"He also said that Pujiazhuang is more important than that noble man, and he can only choose one side. If the noble man finally wants to punish him, he will admit it."

As soon as these words were said, Chen Shuqing felt sad and sad.

However, although the women discussed it one by one, all the key information was only here, and the whereabouts of Tai Sui were still not known from them.

As the discussion gradually subsided, Pu Zixuan sighed and said, "Okay, everyone, it seems that there is only so much information we can have at present. You have been away from home for many years. Today, we have finally returned to our hometown. Don't waste time here. Come back to your own home and reunite with your relatives!"

"Thank you, hero!"

"Thank you for your great kindness!" After the twenty-three women bowed to Pu Zixuan and others again to thank him, they could no longer suppress their emotions. They left the Liaozhai School at a different speed and scattered everywhere. Some people gathered with the men who came to pick them up on the spot, and cried in tears.

Pu Zixuan looked at all this melancholy, and a gratified smile appeared on his face.

As a descendant of Pu Songling's false affair, he never thought that one day he would visit Pujiazhuang and end a tragedy that lasted for more than a hundred years, and bring peace to many families. Today, he has done all this and is worthy of his ancestors.

Soon, the crowd gradually became sparse, and only two villagers in Pu Pinglu and Pu Yuelun were left at the scene, and they were reluctant to leave for a long time.

Pu Zixuan said to the two: "Two, you guys have worked hard today, so go home and rest. Let's investigate the truth about the monster slowly."

I thought the two would leave after agreeing, but Pu Pinglu said with confusion, "Monster? Where are there monsters in this world? Zixuan, what are you talking about?"

Pu Yuelun also smiled and said, "I am the direct descendant of Mr. Liu Quan. I have read too much "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and it is rare to go back to my hometown to read it. I'm afraid I'm too deeply involved in the play, haha."

Seeing that the conversation suddenly returned to the stuffy cliché, Pu Zixuan was stunned: "Village Chief, Brother Yue Lun, what's wrong with you? Hasn't the curse of Pujiazhuang been lifted?"

Pu Pinglu and Pu Yuelun smiled at each other, and then Pu Pinglu said to Pu Zixuan earnestly: "Haha, Zixuan, of course we know that the curse has been resolved. In fact, I have discussed it with everyone before. From today on, the lie of "there is no demon in the world" in our Pujiazhuang will have to be passed down from generation to generation."

Next, Pu Pinglu's words moved Pu Zixuan: "Do you know why at the fake wedding banquet today, I told the villagers not to bring their children? Now that rumors about monsters are rampant, people are generally uneasy. Since Pujiazhuang has formed the concept of "no demons in the world" over the years, the children deeply agree with it, why don't we let our children live in a carefree world?"

Pu Zixuan's heart trembled. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that there was no child at the "wedding banquet" used to "invite you to the trap". Then, he smiled knowingly and said, "So that's it. The village chief took the initiative to choose a 'kind lie' this time, which is really a good intention."

Then, Pu Pinglu stretched out his rough hand, held Pu Zixuan's hand tightly, and smiled and said, "But, thank you for your hard work, like your ancestor Liu Quan, you should destroy more monsters... Otherwise, maybe one day, my lie will be missed, haha."
Chapter completed!