Crazy criticism of villains, I taught them how to behave

Chapter 59 Resurrection
"That Taoist priest! If you dare to talk nonsense and deceive me, an old woman who has lost her son, I will cut you into pieces!"

She obviously thinks that this person is here to cause trouble!The poison in his eyes almost overflowed.

The Taoist smiled carelessly, pointed to the group of numbly bound girls following the coffin, and asked her, "May I ask, madam, if the poor Taoist saves the people in the coffin, can you release those girls to good families?"

A servant's slave status can be converted into a good status, as long as the master writes a letter of release!

Mrs. Zhang had a stiff face and said coolly, "They were brought to be buried with my son. If my son can live, they will not have to die. I am happy to release them!"

"Well, Madam, let's open the coffin. Your Majesty has woken up."

The Taoist stroked his beard and laughed.

Mrs. Zhang glanced at the coffin hesitantly, and suddenly heard a muffled thud, and her heart suddenly started beating wildly.

Pointing to the coffin with trembling fingers, the servants carrying the coffin hurriedly put down the heavy ten-page tiles, and the brave ones had already picked up the coffin with something.

Considering the clear sky and white sun, there is no way it could be a fake corpse!
The coffin was opened, and a green and white trembling hand grabbed the coffin lip with a weak and frightened voice as thin as a mosquito.

"This is where?"

"what!"

The strong men carrying the coffin were so frightened that their legs and feet were so weak that they rolled and crawled away from the coffin.

The crowd in the front was so frightened that they backed away desperately, while the unseen people in the back tried to push forward with a look of surprise on their faces, and the crowd swayed back and forth like a boat on the water.

Dan Shui squeezed in the front of the crowd and was so frightened that Lin Susu, who was sitting next to him, whispered, "Miss! Mr. Zhang is really alive?!"

Lin Susu leaned close to her and whispered, "Have you ever heard of fake death?"

Dan Shui nodded with lingering fear, "I've heard it before, but this is the first time I've seen it with my own eyes! But Miss, how did you know that he was faking his death?? I thought you were looking for a fake Taoist priest to tease the Zhang family!"

Lin Susu said mysteriously, "Your young lady has her own way!"

After looking at the fake Taoist priest, she added, "Dishui, it's him several times. You seem to be quite familiar with this fake Taoist priest?"

Dan Shui seemed to have been bitten and said in surprise, "I have been looking for him many times! He is naturally familiar with him!"

"...Really?" Lin Susu glanced at her meaningfully.

Dan Shui shrank his neck unnaturally.

Although Mr. Zhang faked his death, he had indeed not had a drop of water for many days. Now he was lying weakly in the coffin, barely hanging on to his death.

"Son!!"

Mrs. Zhang let out an earth-shattering howl, and was supported by the servants and stumbled to the side of the coffin. When she saw that her son was really alive, she was so ecstatic that she knelt on the ground and crawled towards the Taoist, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Thank you, Immortal, for rescuing my son. I hope the Immortal is not to blame for the old woman's blindness!"

When the crowd saw it, they called him a living god, and then they squeezed out many people, kneeling around the Taoist and worshiping him like a pilgrim.

"Please ask the immortal to resurrect the villain's son!"

“Please ask the immortal to resurrect the villain’s mother!
"I beg the Immortal...!"

There were many people talking about their wishes.

The Taoist shook off the dust, with a solemn and ethereal expression. He looked around at the enthusiastic people who seemed to be kowtowing and spoke slowly.

"Stay back! Your relatives are all dead. Pindao doesn't have the ability to bring the dead back to life. Mr. Zhang fell into a state of suspended animation and still managed to breathe. Pindao just helped him summon the spirit!"

Hearing this, some people were disappointed, while others beat their chests and stamped their feet and cried on the spot.

"But..." The Taoist looked towards the coffin hesitantly.

Mrs. Zhang was directing people to help Mr. Zhang up. Seeing the Taoist looking at Mr. Zhang with a solemn expression, she hurriedly took two steps over and knelt on the ground, saying piously. "If you have anything to say, the Immortal, please tell me!"

The Taoist shook his head and held his beard, "Although Young Master Zhang escaped death, his death is still unresolved and he may face danger again at any time!"

Mrs. Zhang and the newly resurrected Mr. Zhang both turned pale with fright!

"Please help me, Taoist Master!"

Mr. Zhang was so horrified that he shouted these words at the top of his lungs.

Mrs. Zhang crawled over and grabbed the hem of the Taoist's clothes, crying heartbreakingly, "Please Taoist Master, please save my son! He is the only son of the old woman. If something happens to him, the old woman won't survive!"

The servants of the Zhang family looked at each other for a few times, and then knelt down hesitantly.

The Taoist stretched out his fly whisk to pull Mrs. Zhang up and said, "Madam, there is no need to worry. As long as you spread your charity and accumulate more merits, your son will be worry-free for the rest of his life!"

Mrs. Zhang wiped her tears with her handkerchief and said in surprise, "Really? It only needs to be that simple?"

The Taoist smiled secretly, "Of course!"

Mrs. Zhang was overjoyed and rushed to Mr. Zhang's coffin with trembling hands, speaking incoherently with excitement.

"My son! Look! My son can live! My son can be saved!"

Ignoring how the two of them were beaming with joy, the Taoist said solemnly, "But there are two more points that I hope you will keep in mind!"

The happy two people smiled slightly and turned to look at the Taoist anxiously.

"First, the good deeds done must benefit the real person, and must not be deceitful! Otherwise, there will be no next chance!"

The Taoist warned coldly.

"Secondly, if you don't repent and continue to do evil, you will die without any body parts!"

As soon as he said these words, Mr. Zhang suddenly looked away with guilt.

After the Taoist said these few words, he turned around, flicked his fly whisk, kicked off the ground with his feet, flew up, and disappeared in full view of everyone.

Lin Susu stared blankly at the Taoist's flying away figure, then turned her head and looked at Dan Shui in disbelief.

"You, didn't you say that this is a liar Taoist priest? He, how can he fly?!"

Lin Susu pointed in the direction where the Taoist disappeared, and was so shocked that she stuttered!
She did not lower her voice deliberately, but the people around her were so immersed in the excitement of seeing the flying immortal that they would not notice what she said.

Dan Shui also had an expression that had been struck by lightning. He looked at the sky and then at Lin Susu, rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Eh! Eh! Eh!"

Lin Susu quickly caught it with quick eyes and hands, and then she could only accept her fate and drag the elixir with difficulty to squeeze out of the crowd.

Nowadays, points are used for one point less. Seeing that the Qingchuan epidemic is coming, and many people have been offended recently, skills must still be used at critical life-saving moments, so unless it is absolutely necessary, do not exchange powerful skills if they can.

When she was almost exhausted, she finally dragged the elixir to the door of her house.

Liu Laosan and Mrs. Gao were diligently sweeping the floor and washing clothes at home. Lin Susu rested outside the door, then pretended to be unfazed and entered the house with the elixir.

Throwing her on the bed, Lin Susu kicked the door coldly and blocked the prying eyes of Liu Laosan Gao, then she slumped down and sat down at the table, pouring herself a cup of cold tea. Gudong gulped it down.

"Get up when you wake up! Still pretending!"

The cup was placed heavily on the table with a loud bang, the alchemy water bounced up like a corpse, and he tugged on the bed gauze aggrievedly, holding back a sentence as if he was constipated.

"Miss, this servant really doesn't know..."

(End of this chapter)