I have a book of salvation

Yu Chen's head was a little messed up.

Is the old man's sacred sprout in the hands of his junior brother Zhao Weixian?

What kind of ghost story is this?

You know, when the old man's body of the Literary Saint was brought up the mountain, he was one of the Three Saints of Great Xia, the person at the top of the pyramid, and the famous big shots in Jinling all came.

At that time, Wen Sheng stood next to Yu Chen and looked at the big guys one by one.

Almost everyone has been suspected by him.

Whether it is Yang Wei, the commander of the prison, or the Shenwu King who guards the Mobei border, or even the Lord Zhou Mu who has never practiced cultivation...

The old man who was a literary sage did not hesitate to speculate on them with the worst possible malice.

But unfortunately, I never doubted Zhao Weixian, the dean of Hede Academy.

Even when he discovered that Qing Huan also had Wenqu spiritual roots, the old man immediately thought of sending him to Hede Academy.

It can be seen that in the heart of this literary saint, he has great trust in the Hede Academy controlled by Zhao Weixian.

But now, reality was like a hard slap on his face, leaving him bruised and swollen.

——His brain, his genius, is actually in the hands of Zhao Weixian?

For a moment, the mausoleum guarding room fell into silence.

After a long time, Yu Chen frowned and asked: "If... we mean if, if Dean Zhao really has something to do with your death, wouldn't Qing Huan be like a sheep in a tiger's mouth?"

"That's not the case." The old man of Wen Sheng shook his head and said: "Although I don't know why I have the divine bud in his hands, he will not kill a genius with Wenqu spiritual roots - even if this disciple is I pushed it over."

Yu Chen: "..."

After thinking about it, yes.

At this moment, Qing Huan is like a blank piece of paper, and she possesses such a terrifying talent as Wen Qu Linggen. As long as she is not a short-sighted, jealous villain, Zhao Weixian should not be disadvantageous to her.

After discussing for a long time, the old man Wen Sheng returned to the Judge's Hall, while Yu Chen washed up and sat on the bed to practice.

As for the matter of the literary sage old man Shen Ji.

We have to think about it in the long term.

Anyway, Yu Chen couldn't just snatch it away from Zhao Weixian right now, right?

That was a great Confucian in the realm of gods. Although he was not as good as the literary sage in his heyday, it was effortless to handle a little guy like him.

Therefore, everything is empty, and the most important thing is that you have the ability.

Thinking like this, Yu Chen took out a few spiritual bahts that Wanshenglou had previously searched for to replenish him, followed the same pattern as the gourd, and sucked it in according to the usual method of absorbing the energy of heaven and earth.

Immediately, like a long whale sucking water, the mighty energy of heaven and earth contained in the soul penetrated into his body.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he sucked up the remaining coins in the same way and turned them into powder and scattered them on the floor.

Yu Chen couldn't help but click his tongue.

In this quarter of an hour, the energy of heaven and earth provided by a few spirit bahts was actually equivalent to the sum of the energy of heaven and earth that he had absorbed through continuous meditation for twelve hours!

No wonder this thing can be used as a common currency in the Qi refining circle. Not to mention used to replenish the Qi of Heaven and Earth in times of crisis, even if it is used for daily practice, it will get twice the result with half the effort!

Unfortunately, it's too expensive.

Although the ratio of gold to baht fluctuates every day, it is generally one to one.

About one tael of gold can be exchanged for a spiritual baht of one or two weight.

In other words, Yu Chen had already eaten several taels of gold at that time.

Converted into silver, it is dozens of taels.

You must know that in this ghost world, if a worker of the Weishui Zhengde Chamber of Commerce dies, he will only be compensated two taels of silver.

And according to Wen Sheng, in Daxia, Ling Baht is a material that is more strictly controlled than iron salt. If you want to exchange it with gold, the only legal way is to exchange it at a government bank - exchange is required. A person must have an officially recognized status as a Qi practitioner.

That is to say, you ordinary people, even if you are rich, as long as you are not a Qi practitioner recognized by the government, you can't even think of exchanging spiritual baht from the bank.

Of course, this is just a serious way. As for the unorthodox ways... there are many.

After thinking about it, Yu Chen looked at the sky outside the window, lay down, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

A night of silence.

The next morning.

The industrious tomb keeper got up from the bed, cooked a bowl of porridge, drank it, emptied the temple of the five internal organs, moved a small bench and sat outside the house. Seeing that no one came up yet, he released a paper manikin. , cleaned the cemetery inside and out.

Not long after, a funeral procession came up the mountain.

The family members were draped in mourning and weeping in confusion, the Taoist priests danced and made a lot of money, and the few coffin bearers relied on their strength to eat, and just wanted to finish the work quickly and go down the mountain.

And Yu Chen looked over and saw that there were no ghosts in the funeral procession, which meant that the person in the coffin died with his eyes closed and had no unfulfilled wish.

After noon, two more groups of mourners came one after another. In one group, Taoist priests opened the way, musicians played, firecrackers blasted, and burning paper flew all over the sky. At first glance, they looked like they were either rich or noble. But the family members who were wearing sackcloth and wearing filial piety looked absent-minded, as if they just wanted to get things done quickly.

The other team, on the other hand, was much simpler. There were no Taoist priests invited, and the men who carried the coffin were all uneven, shabby and ugly. But the child holding the tablet was crying profusely and his eyes were red.

They come and they go.

All kinds of things in the world are reflected in the calm eyes of the tomb keeper on the bench.

No comment.

All in all, today, Wanjialing collected three deceased people, and they all died with their eyes closed, and none of them left any last wishes.

At dusk, when the mausoleum was about to close, Yu Chen stood up and stretched.

He thought that there should be no final wishes for him to fulfill today.

I was about to go back to the house and fill in the five internal organs temple.

But just as he turned around, there was a sound of footsteps coming from down the mountain.

Yu Chen turned around and saw body collectors coming up the mountain one after another.

At a quick glance, there were actually about ten people.

Each person is dragging a cart, which is covered with a white cloth, and underneath the cloth are human-shaped objects.

——Corpse.

At the same time, ghosts with no feet touching the ground also followed step by step.

The face full of pain was filled with resentment and anger.

Yu Chen looked at it and counted seven or eight ghosts!

I was shocked!

This is a big job!

Welcoming him.

I'm about to say hello to these familiar corpse collectors!

I heard a few people scolding me from a distance, and they even spat when they scolded me!

"What a damn judge! I thought this guy was a chivalrous man! I was blind!"

"Who says it's not the case? We even bought the same type of facial makeup as his for our children to play with! We burned it when we got home!"

"Bah, bah, bah! I thought he was a good person! I didn't expect he was a scumbag!"

"..."

The noisy yelling made Yu Chen numb!

Wondering what's wrong with me?

You guys came here a few days ago and even shared the sweets Qing Huan brought!

Why are you so impatient?

But immediately, he reacted.

its not right.

Although these corpse collectors knew him, they didn't know that he was the ghost judge who was widely known to everyone and received mixed reviews!

So what they were scolding was not Yu Chen, the tomb keeper, but the ghost judge wearing Sen Luo's face!

But even this... it's not right!

Although the reputation of Judge Yu Chen was mixed, since the incident with the obscene demon and the Hou Tu Guan Qi Refiner, these corpse collectors had said in Yu Chen's name that the ghost and god judge was a chivalrous person. The great one, eliminate harm for the people!

How come you still get scolded after all this time has gone by?

"It's little brother Yu Chen!"

When the body collectors saw Yu Chen, they also stopped talking, straightened their expressions, and looked apologetic: "It's late at night, we're here to trouble you again."

Yu Chen waved his hand, indicating that it was okay, and asked them what was going on when they were scolding them so anxiously just now.

When several body collectors heard this, they became furious again.

That little rat wearing a judge’s mask, the ridiculous things he did last night were simply inhumane!

He deserves to die!

It's his turn to give birth to a baby without an asshole!

Yu Chen: "...?"

Damn, he was quietly absorbing spiritual baht in Wanjialing last night. Why is he so inhuman?

Are you from the Lingbah Protection Association?

When he asked again, the leader of the body collector sighed and said, "Brother Yu Chen, do you know Mr. Zheng from Huanqing Street in Fuze City?

do not know? It doesn't matter if you don't know. Anyway, you just know that he is a good guy.

Although the family is rich, they don't have the arrogance of those nouveau riche at all, nor are they the same as those profiteers who want to suck the marrow out of the people!

Mr. Zheng is a well-known good man in Wanmin City - during the food disaster a few years ago, he spent almost half of his family wealth to help the victims!

Little brother Yu Chen, tell me, doesn’t this kind of person deserve to live a long life? "

Yu Chen nodded, just wanting to hear what he said next.

"But guess what?"

The corpse collector gasped:

"--died!"

"Just last night, in the dead of night, more than ten members of Mr. Zheng's family died cleanly. The gold, silver and jewelry in the house were completely looted! Not a single bit was left!

You said that even if this is for money, there is no need to kill them all, right? At least leave a way for people to survive!

But the bad guy who was struck by lightning that day wiped out the whole house, even the two infant children!

This guy, little brother Yu Chen, do you think he should die? "

Yu Chen nodded subconsciously: "Damn it...wait a minute! What does this have to do with the Yin Division Judge you are talking about?"

"Pooh!"

The corpse collector spat:

"Does he deserve to be called a judge? He is just a robber! Last night, he was the one who slaughtered more than ten members of Master Zheng's family! Not even the two dogs raised by Master Zheng and his mother were left intact!

He thought he had done it perfectly, but little did he know that everything was clearly seen by the neighbors who woke up in the middle of the night - they saw him walking out of Master Zheng's house, covered in blood!

Black and white opera robes, judge's facial makeup, little brother Yu Chen, tell me, who else could it be besides him? ! "

Yu Chen slowly typed a question mark.

Judge Ghosts, did you commit robbery and murder last night?

What about yourself?

It's broken, it's a substitute!