I have a book of salvation

The old man, Literary Saint, looked at him for a long time.

After a long time, he clicked his tongue twice, shook his head and said, "Whether I am a rebellious minister or a traitor is still open to debate; but you are very similar."

Yu Chen did not answer and asked instead: "Old man, although you have lost the relevant memory, according to your thinking - what secret treasures in the capital do you think you will take away even if you are accused of being a traitor?"

The old man, the Literary Saint, spread his hands: "As far as I know, there is no such thing in Daxia."

After a pause, he continued: "Perhaps it is also possible that this secret treasure is just a cover? Do you understand? Your Majesty must have a reason to kill someone, especially someone like me."

Yu Chen was surprised, "But old man, as one of the Three Saints, why did he want to kill you?"

"Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, who knows?" The old man of the Literary Saint caressed his white beard and sighed: "In the past few decades, I have just argued in the court about ten times? There is no need to chop off my head. Bar?"

Yu Chen: "..."

The so-called fighting for advice is a way for Daxia officials to give advice.

Unlike direct remonstrance, loyal remonstrance and Zheng remonstrance, which are roundabout and colorful, the so-called remonstrance is, to put it bluntly, a quarrel with the emperor.

You have to win the argument with him.

Let the emperor agree with your point of view.

This old man has quarreled with the emperor more than ten times and is still alive?

Or in the court of Gong Gong?

Yu Chen took a deep breath, raised his thumbs up, and sighed sincerely, "You are the one."

After chatting for a while, the old man Wen Sheng returned to the Judge's Hall. Seeing that it was getting late, Yu Chen was ready to eat and rest.

But this was when the food was just served on the table, and the aroma overflowing made the tombkeeper's index finger move.

A shout came from outside the house.

What followed was the sound of chaotic footsteps and the creaking sound of wheels running over dead branches and rotten leaves on the snow.

Yu Chen opened the door and took a look.

Good guy!

Carts carrying corpses wrapped in white cloth were dragged up the mountain by officials from the Funeral Department of the Bell and Drum Division.

File in.

Yu Chen counted and found that there were thousands.

His first reaction was the same as that of the common people below.

——Isn’t this fucking war going on?

But when he found a familiar official and asked, the other person's answer made him completely confused.

——Houstu Temple was destroyed.

These corpses are all disciples of Houtu Temple.

Looking at the thick white cloth, Yu Chen swallowed.

The Houtu Temple to which Damu Zhenren belongs is gone?

yes!

He did give the evidence that Qiu Zhen and Hu Tian were instigated by Damu Zhenren to the Supervisory Bureau.

But this doesn’t mean that Yang Wei will destroy the entire Houtu Temple family, right?

The Prison Department is a government office, not a bandit den.

Then, the official continued to talk, and only then did Yu Chen understand the whole story.

Let's just say that Siming, the supervisor, really wanted to cause trouble with Houtu Guan at that time. At least Damu Zhenren was dead.

——If Houtu Guan insists on protecting him, then Houtu Guan may not be able to eat and walk around.

But before the jealous Si Ming Yang Wei could vent his hatred, when he arrived, Houtu Temple was already gone.

Up and down, there are thousands of disciples, not a single one is left!

The officials of the Funeral Department of the Bell and Drum Division were busy at Wanjia Mausoleum for two hours before they buried all the corpses and went down the mountain.

In shock, Yu Chen also returned to the house.

Returning with him was a ghost whose feet never touched the ground.

You know, according to the official, ten hours have passed since the Houtu Temple was wiped out.

Among the thousands of disciples, even those who have persistent obsessions have probably been wiped out by the rules of heaven and earth.

And the fact that the ghost in front of him can still maintain his consciousness and form shows that he was probably a very important person in life.

Back in the room, under the dim light, Yu Chen looked at this man.

Wearing an apricot-yellow robe, with his hair tied high, he is about forty to fifty years old, with sharp features and no anger or authority.

At the same time, he was also looking around, his face full of hatred!

It was difficult for Yu Chen to explain, so he opened the Book of Saviors and took it in for him.

Anyway, after entering the Sutra of Saving People, these ghosts also know what kind of situation they are in.

By the Huangquan River, this middle-aged man in apricot-yellow robes had a look of understanding in his eyes.

Yu Chen also followed him into Nadu Ren Jingli, by the Huangquan River.

At the same time, scenes of revolving lanterns started running in front of him.

You won’t know until you see it, but you will be shocked when you see it!

This middle-aged man in apricot-yellow Taoist robes is called Zhang Weizhi. He is a Qi practitioner in the Divine Sword Realm and is a well-known figure in the entire Jinling.

At the same time, he is also the talker of the entire Houtu Temple.

The master of Houtu Temple, Zhang Weizhi!

He didn't have much to say in his life.

Both his parents are Qi alchemists from Houtu Temple. Zhang Weizhi has been practicing Qi alchemy since he was a child. He has outstanding talent and possesses top-grade earth spiritual roots. Both in terms of cultivation and mental ability, he is far ahead of his peers.

After the previous head of Houtu Taoist Temple left Hexi, he naturally succeeded him as the head of the temple and took control of thousands of disciples of the entire Houtu Taoist Temple.

Zhang Weizhi himself has always been arrogant and domineering. He once made Zhang Weizhi unhappy because another Taoist temple in a state capital was also doing business in rare earth mines.

Then he asked a disciple to go outside Fangshan Gate and hit his head against the stone wall, bleeding freely.

Hou Tu Guan used this as an excuse to directly kill the person's mountain gate, kill the person's temple leader, and cut him into pieces with thousands of knives; he robbed the person's Taoist companion and tortured him to death in public; he occupied the person's mountain top and burned everything with a fire. !

This style of conduct naturally influenced many disciples below.

It can be said that in the Qi refining circle of Jinling, the reputation of Houtu Temple is like the reputation of the Black Water Gang in Weishui River.

It stinks.

Other Qi practitioners, especially those from some small Taoist temples and some casual cultivators, deliberately walked around when they saw those in Houtu Temple.

If you can't afford to offend, can you still afford to hide?

Zhang Weizhi didn't think there was anything wrong with this. He believed that in the Qi refining circle, the weak should prey on the strong, and the strong should bully the weak.

But recently, Zhang Weizhi ran into trouble.

First, the three disciples were killed by the judge who appeared out of nowhere.

And his apprentice Damu Zhenren was also careless in doing things, and people discovered the relationship between the Zheng family's extermination case and Houtu Guan.

Zhang Weizhi had a headache when he thought of having to deal with Yang Wei, the prison commander.

But soon, he no longer had a headache.

Let's say that that night, a qi alchemist in black clothes and a black hat and a wild fox mask went to Houtu Temple and said he wanted to buy all the existing rare earth mines in Houtu Temple.

But the price he offered was far lower than the market price.

Of course Zhang Weizhi didn't want to, and the two of them ended up unhappy...oh, they didn't break up.

After being rejected by Zhang Weizhi, the wild fox's face was directly visible, and endless green mist spurted out from behind him, covering the entire Wuyou Mountain.

Zhang Weizhi and the elders of Houtuguan were furious and wanted to kill the villains immediately!

They all took action.

But they underestimated each other in the end. Even if Zhang Weizhi, who was in the divine realm, launched a mountain-protecting formation and fought with all his strength, he was still no match for the wild fox face.

In just a short moment, everyone was slaughtered.

In the end, due to the different paths between humans and ghosts, Zhang Weizhi's ghost could only watch as the other party carried away all the rare earth minerals on top of the corpses of his disciples all over the mountain.

Hate it so much!

Very angry!

It wasn't until the evidence left by Yu Chen was discovered by the Bureau of Prisons that Yang Wei went up the mountain in anger, only to discover that Houtu Temple had become a death temple.

After the death, the Bell and Drum Division moved more than a thousand corpses to Wanjia Mausoleum and buried them.

The revolving lantern is over here.

But Zhang Weizhi can't rest in peace!

In his whole life, he has only made others suffer, but he has never suffered from others!

I only bully others, but I haven’t been bullied by others yet!

Whether it's the so-called judge or that wild fox face!

Everyone has to pay the price!

After clearly understanding the rules of the Sutra of Saving People, the master of the temple smiled ferociously!

So what if you die?

He will also drag those two guys into hell!

So, when Yu Chen came to him, the master of Houtu Temple said in a cold voice: "The master of Houtu Temple, Wei Zhi, asked the master to kill the Jinling judge and Ye Hulianer - make them Lingchi! The car will be broken. ! Skinned and cramped! Dying from torture!”

After seeing the revolving lantern, Yu Chen stared at the Master of Houtu Temple in front of him.

Tsk.

Sigh, it turns out that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked!

If Zhang Weizhi hadn't been so domineering, how could those disciples of Hou Tu Guan bully the market, kill people, seize treasures, and destroy everyone?

"You want to kill the Yinsi judge from Jinling?"

Yu Chen raised his head, and Senluo's grimace appeared under his flesh and blood. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a black and white opera robe and a judge's facial makeup.

"——Then take a look first, who are we?"

At that moment, the face of the Houtu Temple Master suddenly changed, and the ferocity and hatred in his heart suddenly exploded!

"It's you?"

"You are the judge!"

Yu Chen shook his head: "We are not only the judge of Jinling, but also... your judge."

As he spoke, he shook his head slightly.

Rejected the Wei Zhi's last wish in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the little girl who was the ferryman of the underworld appeared from the mist, knocked the master of the Thousand Earth Temple unconscious with an oar, and dragged him away like a dead dog.

When Zhang Weizhi woke up again, he was already in the solemn Judge's Hall.

Two ghost guards were holding him on either side of his shoulders.

The ghost officials with green faces and fangs stood on both sides, majestic and solemn.

And in that hall was the young judge!

Zhang Weizhi was angry and desperate, staring at Yu Chen as if he wanted to skin him and cramp him!

Then, he suddenly broke free from the restraints of the two ghosts, and used his claws to grab Yu Chen's face!

The fierce hatred is so obvious!

Like a mad dog, he will bite you twice before he dies!

Snapped.

The next moment, the young judge snapped his fingers.

An indescribable and terrifying pressure fell from the sky, pressing hard on Zhang Weizhi!

The pressure caused his body to suddenly hit the cold and hard hall!

Yu Chen looked at him and shook his head slowly.

"You are domineering and tyrannical in this world, and we can't control you."

"But here, in the underworld, in the Judge's Palace, not to mention you, the emperor, you have to kneel!"

As soon as the voice fell, two ghost messengers came up and slapped Zhang Weizhi until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He stood up and knelt down!

Immediately afterwards, the sentence was pronounced loudly.

"Zhang Weizhi, a native of Jinling, lived for more than 150 years. During his long life, he burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil. He committed the evil of his body - killing! Stealing! Adultery! The evil of his heart - anger! Idiot! Anger! He deserves to be punished. Second-class punishment: Go to the Copper Pillar Hell, the Knife Mountain Hell, and the Steamer Hell!

As soon as the words fell, several little devils walked out of the hell gate with grinning faces, and dragged the scolding Zhang Weizhi down to hell.

After a while, the angry curses stopped and only howls remained.