I am immortal in history

The judge pushed the ghost into the hall and knelt on the ground.

Song Tixing asked sternly: "Pang Hong, do you know the crime?"

The ghost was none other than Pang Hong, the fifth-rank commander of the Beijing camp. He was trembling with fear and did not dare to quibble and deny anything. He hurriedly kowtowed and confessed.

"I plead guilty, City God, please spare my life..."

On the way here, the judge had explained the reason and said that the City God had a means of searching for souls.

If you dare to refuse to plead guilty, you will enjoy the eighteen levels of hell in turn.

Song Tixing asked again: "How did you make Ma Dashan commit suicide?"

"I bribed jailer Shi San to visit him in prison and threatened to kill his wife and daughter if he didn't commit suicide by taking poison."

The more bad things a person does, the more he fears ghosts and gods. When Pang Hong heard about the torture in hell, he naturally asked what to say.

"He deserves to be punished for his crime!"

Song Tixing's brows stood up, and he waved his hand and threw down the order.

The civil and military judges were ordered to hold Pang Hong's soul down while the other slashed across his neck with his sword.

Pang Hong screamed miserably, his head and body separated, turning into two puffs of smoke and disappearing.

"Ahem..."

An old voice came from outside the palace gate, and the civil and military judges were guarding Song Tixing as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Master Song has crossed the line."

The purple-robed old man walked in unhurriedly, put his hands into his cuffs, and said to the statue made of clay and stone.

"No matter how much Pang Hong deserves to die, he is still an official of the imperial court! Master Song wants to redress the injustice of the people, so he should do it in accordance with the laws and regulations."

"Duke Chu doesn't know how officials protect each other? If you send me a memorial, it will be considered a small crime if you discuss it in court, and if you try it three times, it will be a small crime."

Song Tixing said coldly: "It's been delayed for several months. At most, I will be sentenced to a reduction in rank and demotion, and the people still have to call your majesty wise!"

Daqian laws are made by officials, who will use them to punish themselves.

Even if an official commits a crime, there is always a reason to interpret the law. It is right for the common people to give a heavy sentence, and it is right for an official to give a light sentence.

Everything sounds reasonable and legal, but in fact it is bullshit. The purpose of everything is to stabilize the rule.

Duke Chu's voice was deep and deep: "These are the rules, this is the law. Who makes him a citizen?"

Song Tixing said: "If he can kill people, God can kill him!"

"Jiejiejie..."

Duke Chu laughed strangely: "Lynching is prohibited to protect the people. Isn't that right?"

There are many wild gods and gods in Daqian, and their origins are unclear. Most of them are transformed into monsters and monsters, and ordinary people have no ability to distinguish them.

Once the power of judgment is handed over to ghosts and gods, it will definitely not be a peaceful world, and the world will be even more chaotic.

Officials are greedy for money, power and sex, but ghosts and gods are greedy even more!

Song Tixing was unable to refute, so he destroyed several obscene and evil sacrifices with his own hands: "What do you plan to do, do you want to arrest me and go to face the saint?"

"Master Song is really not afraid of death!"

Duke Chu's true energy circulated and he punched the statue.

"Don't disturb His Majesty with the little things. Just give us a punch and leave the rest to the Town and Fu Division."

Rumble...

The fist condensed with true energy landed on the chest of the statue, making a thunderous sound.

Click, click, click!

The statue of the City God cracked from its chest and spread to its shoulders. The cracks surrounding most of the circle were clearly visible.

After the fight, Duke Chu turned around and walked out of the palace.

Song Tixing used his divine power to repair the cracks, and his breath fluctuated: "The Governor has been standing outside for a long time, why didn't you come in to stop me from killing Pang Hong?"

Duke Chu put his hands behind his back and didn't look back.

"Our family knows the rules!"

…

The next morning.

The remaining stars and the rising moon still hang on the horizon.

Oh oh oh——

The neighbor's chicken crows on time, and the sound is louder than before.

"This guy has a way to die!"

Li Ping'an got up to cook and practice his martial arts. His plan for the day was in the morning, and he would kill the chicken first after he had mastered martial arts.

At Mao Shi, I opened the door of the mortuary and saw two women waiting outside. After waiting for a long time in the cold weather, they huddled in the corner and shivered.

"This is what you are doing?"

"Master, I'm here to get my husband's body."

The older woman said: "The Yamen said that my husband took poison in prison and sent him here."

"Oh, you are..."

Li Ping'an was suddenly enlightened. He led the woman in and pointed at the corpse in the corner: "That's right, I put on makeup without authorization. I hope you won't be offended."

When the woman saw her husband's corpse, her legs gave out and she fell to her knees, trying hard to hold back her grief.

The girl next to her threw herself directly on top of the corpse, crying for daddy, and fainted from crying within a few moments.

Li Pingan said: "Shall I call a funeral car for you?"

The woman sobbed softly: "My husband has spent all the family money to find us..."

Li Ping'an sighed, turned around and went to the street to find a funeral car. Since the morgue was a regular customer, the price was much cheaper than others.

While waiting for the bus, I asked out of curiosity.

"Case solved?"

"The man named Hong was punished by God and died of an emergency in the middle of the night."

The woman wiped her tears and gritted her teeth and said: "In the middle of the night, the Zhenfu Division came to our door and arrested all the Hong family. They said they were greedy for military pay and wanted to kill the nine clans!"

God really showed his power?

Li Ping'an rejected this idea after a second thought. There is no God in the world. It was probably someone from a higher-level official who took action.

A case in which a small person dies and the whole family cannot investigate is just a matter of one sentence.

When the funeral car arrived, Li Ping'an helped carry the body, and suddenly a banknote fell from the shroud.

"It should be something your husband kept during his lifetime. Put it away quickly and live a good life in the future."

The woman was stunned, how could she not understand the origin of the banknote, but the couple had to eat and live, so they had no choice but to refuse, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Wish you luck!"

Li Ping'an looked at the carriage going away and suddenly slapped his right hand several times.

"Poor and generous! I call you poor and generous!"

With twenty taels of silver, I could go to Chunfeng Tower for two drinks, but in the next month I would have to stand outside and criticize.

…

Noon.

Li Pingan locked the door and went to Chongrenfang in the west of the city.

Most bookstores in Kyoto gather here, selling the classics, ink, paper and inkstones.

Most of the people who come and go in the square are scholars in long gowns, who speak softly. There are no stalls outside on the street, so it looks quite neat.

"Zhuangyuan Tower, Gaosheng Tower, Jinbang Pavilion..."

Li Ping'an visited bookstores one after another. They were all luxurious and elegant, and the price of the books was more than 50% higher than the market price.

This includes not only the decoration bonus, but also the store's heritage. For example, there is the inscription of the number one scholar in the number one building, and the books sold contain the literary style of the number one number one.

If you have a trace of the No. 1 scholar’s ​​literary spirit, it’s not expensive to sell it for three to five taels more, right?

Scholars in Daqian are rarely poor, and they are willing to pay for it even though they know it is psychological comfort.

At the corner of Chongrenfang, Li Ping'an finally saw an ordinary bookstore, a simple three-story building filled with bookshelves.

Li Ping'an walked in and found that the bookshelf was full of scholars.

Everyone is holding a book and chanting silently, reading www. uukanshu． When net encounters any doubts, he will ask the scholar next to him in a low voice for advice.

The bookstore clerks did not chase them away. Instead, they told the book-buying customers to speak in a low voice so as not to disturb these scholars.

"This bookstore looks like a library!"

Li Ping'an went in and took a look around. Eighty-nine percent of the bookshelves were Confucian classics, with few works on Buddhism, Taoism, Mohism, and other miscellaneous studies.

Daqian did not depose Dong Zhongshu of Baijia, but there was another prime minister who only respected Confucianism.

This is not fate, but the choice of the imperial power.

Imperial power requires a stable governing theory, and Confucianism is more suitable than other schools, so Confucianism is the only reason for this.

When I came to the counter, the shopkeeper was a middle-aged Confucian scholar. He didn't look down on Li Ping'an, who was wearing soap clothes, and asked with a smile.

"Master Cha, do you want to buy a book?"

"Buy a few volumes of introductory Taoist classics, preferably with noun annotations. Could you please recommend one or two?"

Li Ping'an attended private schools for several years. He was limited to reading and writing, and knew nothing about mathematics, physics, and chemistry. He knew nothing about Buddhist and Taoist classics.

The shopkeeper pondered for a moment, then ordered the clerk to take a dozen books from the bookshelf, ranging in thickness.

"These are Taoist introductory classics, with profound meanings and annotations by later generations. It will be much easier to learn more deeply after reading them thoroughly."

Li Ping'an paid the money: "May I ask the shopkeeper's surname?"

"My surname is Cui."

"Could it be the Cui family of Liangzhou, disrespectful and disrespectful!"

Li Ping'an repeatedly handed over Liangzhou, where Emperor Jianwu started his career, and Cui was one of the earliest investors. Today, the queen's surname is Cui.

"We were one family two hundred years ago, but now we are far apart."

Shopkeeper Cui was inevitably a little proud when he mentioned his last name.

Even if you have never been to Liangzhou in your life, as long as your ancestor's surname is Cui, the subordinate officials will not dare to bully him.