Taoist Temple: I was broadcast live while preaching to animals

Chapter 558

The uneasiness in Chu Xianghan's heart was inexplicably magnified.

She looked at Cheng Fan puzzled.

Could it be that this young man in front of her has embarked on such a path like her?

She didn't know, she was curious.

But no matter what, she had to answer positively first.

"That's right, it should be punished. "

Classmate, are you, your friend..."

Cheng Fan took out a photo out of thin air and put it in front of her.

This was at Zhuang Feifei's home, from the police officers who collected evidence at the scene.

"This is..."

Chu Xianghan's pupils shrank sharply, and a chill ran in his heart.

Hurriedly covered his mouth and retched.

She saw the girl in the photo hanging under the ceiling fan, limp "She

is your faithful believer."

"Because of those messages from you, this 16-year-old cardamom girl left only a handwritten suicide note and passed away. "

And the man who committed suicide by lying on the rails, and... Do you want me to repeat it one by one?"

Chu Xianghan was cold all over her body, and she tried her best to hide her frightened gaze, pretending to be old and dizzy.

"Little classmate, what are you talking about, why don't I understand it a little

?" "Aren't we talking about cause and effect?" "

Your pace is too fast, the teacher is old, and the four of you can't keep up with you." Hearing

Chu Xianghan's words of evasion, Cheng Fan shook his head lightly.

"You also said that good and evil cannot be counteracted, and evil should be tasted.

"You know what I'm here for, you know everything. It's just the two of us here, do you want to continue playing dumb riddles?"

Chu Xianghan's gaze fell on Cheng Fan's body, looking up and down.

A chill rose in her heart, and she didn't dare to talk nonsense.

was worried that Cheng Fan brought recording equipment on his body, and deliberately led her to the set.

Cheng Fan seemed to know what was going on in her heart.

"No recordings, open and honest conversations.

"Your instigation of them to commit suicide is tantamount to intentional homicide.

"The profound knowledge that you once prided yourself on has become your weapon for killing.

"This three-foot podium ignited the first half of your life, you taught countless people, but you also killed countless people. "

Should I call you a gardener who teaches and educates people, or an executioner who wantonly takes the lives of others?"

Chu Xianghan's face turned pale, and the cold air instantly cooled to the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

What is this young man's identity?

I can see through everything about her at a glance.

Is this to make her confess?

The old man's eyes were filled with unwillingness.

Why did those people waste their time

? Why did those people feel sorry for themselves? Why did

God be so unfair?

Chu Xianghan's eyes became gloomy, and his originally kind face became hideous.

He said hoarsely, "What are you talking about, I'm just comforting them!" As

soon as the words fell, Chu Xianghan looked at Cheng Fan and kept changing his mouth shape.

He said silently: "I don't accept the evil consequences?

"You can't catch me anyway!"

a smile appeared in her eyes, a sneer, and even a mockery.

Everything she did could withstand the scorching sun in the sun, and anyone who looked at it would only say:

Those people are too fragile, how can they blame this respected teacher?

Cheng Fan has heard this more than once from Li Dawei and Huang Shangqian's mouths.

No one could be found, there was not enough evidence to convict.

Even if he knew that Chu Xianghan was the murderer, no one would believe him when he said it.

There was little mortal could do to hold her, and her time was short, less than half a year.

And in Cheng Fan's eyes, she has made countless contributions to teaching and educating people in the first half of her life.

Directly or indirectly, a lot of merit has been accumulated.

Even if she deliberately instigated the murder of hundreds of people after the age of sixty, it is only about cause and effect.

Her good is far greater than her evil.

If you want to move her, you will inevitably be contaminated with cause and effect.

Even ordinary Taoists and monks would stay away.

Cheng Fan doesn't care, he is not an ordinary Taoist.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, letting her fend for herself and die a dignified death is already a punishment.

But Cheng Fan doesn't think so, there is a fixed number of drinks and pecks.

Her good deeds are actually blessings for future generations, but she has no way of knowing.

Her evil consequences were caused by a distorted heart after being terminally ill.

If Chu Xianghan is allowed to live, more innocent people may die because of her.

Her innocent children and grandchildren will also be ruined by the consequences of her misfortune.

And she has very little to bear.

Cheng Fan will not sit idly by and watch such a situation happen, even if he has to bear those causes and effects.

And at this moment, Chu Xianghan has already restrained his dark side.

With a hypocritical kind smile, he looked at Cheng Fan and said

, "Classmate, it seems that you have no other problems, so the teacher will leave first."

With that, she picked up her bag, got up slowly, and walked out of the classroom with a smile.

Cheng Fan didn't stop her, but said lightly:

"The three-foot podium stores the sun and the moon, and a piece of chalk writes the spring and autumn."

"If you were twenty or thirty years old and saw what you were doing now, you would spurn yourself, right?"

Hearing this, Chu Xianghan's footsteps suddenly stopped, and his heart was shaken.

She turned around with a hint of anger.

But the next moment, the anger in her eyes disappeared and turned into a thick horror.

"This, how is this possible...?"

In front of her, where is Cheng Fan's figure?

Chu Xianghan, who is in his early twenties, is wearing a shirt and black-rimmed glasses.

As a fledgling pilgrim stepped onto the podium, her eyes lit up with rage, glaring at her 60-something self.

"You have desecrated the sacred pulpit, are you worthy of the students you have taught!" Chu

Xianghan was like being struck by lightning, he was speechless in a daze, and his figure couldn't help but stiffen a little.

Chu Xianghan, who is thirty years old and has a child, is holding a thick lesson plan in his hand, and there is a deep helplessness in his eyes.

He said to her: "Have you forgotten that your son contracted the wind cold when he was three years old and almost died? But it seems to be a miracle that it gets better, and this is the good result.

Chu Xianghan's face was suffocated, and he grabbed his collar hard, making it a little difficult to breathe.

Forty-year-old Chu Xianghan had a deep look of disdain in his eyes.

"If I had known that I would be like this at the age of 60, I would have ended my life right now.

Chu Xianghan, who was in his fifties and was about to retire, said with a sad and indignant face:

"In my life, I have dedicated my life diligently to the cause of education, but in the end I ended up in disrepute.

"Don't let people praise the color, just leave a clear breath full of goodness!" But if you die, what are you afraid of?"

"Make a mistake, make a mistake!" "

One age after another, Chu Xianghan's chest at the door of the classroom was like a bellows, and he gasped violently.

I recall my life's journey.

On the stage, he has changed from being in his prime, to being old, but he is highly respected.

Offstage were batches of students, and their eyes that were unchanging thirst for knowledge.

Her eyes darkened, and a long sigh came out of her mouth.

"Alas..."