I have a book of salvation

The old man of Literary Saint was on the side, watching from beginning to end.

It was Zhang Weizhi who was all focused on Yu Chen and didn't notice the literary saint in the corner, otherwise he would have been shocked before he went to hell.

At this moment, Wen Sheng came over, his brows furrowed and his face solemn.

When Yu Chen saw his appearance, he immediately asked what was going on.

The old man Wen Sheng only answered yes, and he suddenly felt a little panicked.

Yu Chen was stunned immediately, wondering if this Hou Tu Guan and the old man Literary Saint were still related?

So he felt sad when he saw that Houtu Temple was wiped out?

But the other party denied it, saying only that it was not Houtu Guan or Zhang Weizhi that made him feel flustered.

It was the rare earth mine that was robbed by the wild fox face that Zhang Weizhi said.

But when Yu Chen asked him why he felt flustered because of this thing, the old man frowned and couldn't explain.

Let's just say it was an inexplicable feeling.

But it’s so real that it can’t be ignored.

Then, one person and one ghost muttered for a long time, and only came to one conclusion.

——This feeling is probably related to the lost memory of the old man Literary Saint.

Just like those who lost all their memories due to accidents, even though they can no longer remember.

But if an impressive name or thing suddenly appears, it will also trigger their instinctive reaction.

But that rare earth mine... although it is indispensable for the Qi refining circle formation, weapon refining, and talismans.

Very tight.

But it should be far from the level that makes the old man of the literary saint panic.

One person and one ghost, it's hard to figure it out.

In addition, there are also doubts about the death of the old man himself.

Previously, when they discovered that Zhao Weixian had the divine spicule of the old man Wen Sheng, they almost all thought that this fellow disciple might be the murderer of Wen Sheng.

Even Yu Chen had secretly imagined a scene in his mind where the junior brothers fell in love and killed each other, and finally the junior brother killed his brother in tears.

But the information from Wansheng Tower said that the old man Wen Sheng died because of His Majesty’s holy will in the capital, or because of the personal actions of Wu Yong, the shepherd of Jinling Prefecture. Zhao Weixian's name was not mentioned at all.

In this case, why is the sacred sprout of the old man of Literary Saint in his hands?

Does it have anything to do with the "secret treasure" mentioned in the imperial edict?

And is Zhao Weixian on the side of the old man Wen Sheng or on the side of the government?

It's all a mystery.

Obviously there are more and more clues.

But the minds of Yu Chen and the old man Wen Sheng became increasingly confused.

But after thinking about it, one person and one ghost couldn't think of a reason.

Just forget it.

Let’s eat first.

Back at Wanjialing, Yu Chen heated up the almost cold food, ate it and went to sleep.

At this moment, his Qi Hai was extremely full and he was in the process of breaking through to the spiritual realm. For the time being, it is no longer possible to continue to visualize and breathe in. Only after the natal energy in the body breaks through the middle Dantian, the spiritual court is opened, and the spiritual phase is completed, can we continue to breathe in the energy of heaven and earth and improve our cultivation level.

A night of silence.

When Yu Chen went down the mountain early the next morning, he could clearly feel that the number of officials in the government offices on the streets had increased.

In the streets and alleys, there was a roar of wind and cranes.

It was probably because Houtu Guan was exterminated that it touched the nervous nerves of the government.

——Today he dares to destroy Houtuguan, but tomorrow he will dare to burn down the prefectural government?

No one knows.

As for the real culprit behind this, there is no clue yet.

Anyway, as the new year passed, the people of Jinling became nervous before they could enjoy the joy of the Spring Festival.

Yu Chen went down the mountain and went to the market to buy firewood, rice, oil and salt. He didn't stay long and went back to Wanjialing.

Clean the cemetery, pick vegetables and wash rice, and light the fire to cook.

Regardless of his plots and schemes flying around, the undercurrents surging and the storms coming, this day is still a matter of fate.

In the city of Ren Jinling, people are in panic and every tree and grass is surrounded by soldiers, while the Wanjia Mausoleum is also leisurely and peaceful.

No matter how strong the wind or waves are below, they can't blow up to this bright mountain.

So, another three days passed.

The funeral procession came quite a lot, and yellow paper was scattered all over the Wanjialing Mausoleum.

But they were all the dead who died in silence, leaving no last wishes.

Until three days later, at dusk.

Yu Chen had just sent away Zhao Rusong who came to visit and was about to go to bed.

But as soon as the front door was closed, the noisy corpse collectors came up.

More than a dozen people pulled eight huge bucket trucks, shouting and exerting their strength.

The cart was also covered with white cloth.

Things on the edge of the white cloth made a crisp thumping noise as the car body shook.

It doesn't look like a corpse.

Just then, a strong wind blew!

call!

The white cloth was blown away, and the things inside made Yu Chen frown!

Gasp!

Just look under the white cloth and in the bucket of the truck, there are mountains of human bones!

Under the bumps, crackling!

A profound explanation of what it means to be a mountain of bones.

No exaggeration at all.

Not only that.

In Yu Chen's field of vision, he also saw a huge group of resentful spirits on top of these piled bones, like a dark cloud, surrounding the heads of the team of corpse collectors!

In the thick gray mist, painful grimaces appeared one after another, including men, women, old and young!

It's like the endless injustice souls, roaring and roaring!

The shock made Yu Chen's eardrums hurt.

"Brother Yu Chen, what's wrong?"

The leader of the corpse collector greeted him cheerfully. When he saw Yu Chen's expression was different, he thought he was frightened by the bones. He waved his hand and said, "Hey, hey, little brother, you have to work on Wanjialing." Son, you have to get used to these things!”

After hearing this, Yu Chen rolled his eyes.

I think you can't see that thing above your head, otherwise you'd be scared to wet your pants.

But he still scratched his head, smiled sheepishly, and asked what was going on with the piles of bones.

The truth was just narrated by the corpse collector.

By the way, in many villages outside Jinling City, there is a gray profession called "gopher".

To put it bluntly, it means wandering around the abandoned and closed mines of the government, looking for possible treasures.

Whether it is the abandoned mines that have not had time to be cleaned up or the wealth of the victims, they are their targets.

Just like the vultures eating carrion on the battlefield.

And there are risks in doing so.

——Those mines are either extremely dangerous to dig out, or they are the kind that cannot collapse once you get in. This is normal.

Therefore, "gophers" are also risking their lives to make money.

Today, a gopher broke into an abandoned mine vein.

The New Year of Xunsi is over, so I have some money to spend on food and wine.

But he entered the mine.

Only a hundred feet away.

He stepped on something, lowered his head and took the torch and saw that it was a human bone!

The gopher didn't panic. After all, it was normal for dead people's bones to be found in these abandoned mines.

It can even be said that if there are dead people, there is a high probability that they also have their belongings, which increases the possibility of harvest.

But when he raised the torch, he saw that he was dozens of years younger - he was scared to look like a grandson!

In the mine in front, there was no more ore to be seen. It was all white, with calf bones, hand bones, hip bones, skulls... those empty eye holes staring straight at him.

The gopher didn't dare to stay longer. He peed, rolled and crawled all the way away.

Reported to the official.

The government then sent people to clear out the white bones from the abandoned mine.

But these bones, mixed together, truly realize the unity of you and me, and you and me.

Can't tell which head goes with which butt.

Simply load the car together and bring them all back.

And this skeletal corpse looked to be quite old, so I was afraid it would be impossible to investigate.

The government only asked the man to do an inspection and register the file, and then quickly asked the body collector to pack up and haul him up.

After saying that, several corpse collectors worked together to dig a big pit and bury all the "old corpses" in it.

After a few hours, we came down the mountain.

Yu Chen looked at their backs going down the mountain. Yu Chen turned his head and saw the vast cloud and gray fog still hovering over the huge new tomb!

Roar!

Howl!

hysteria!

The grimaces look as ferocious as a slut!

If ordinary people had seen it, they would have been frightened to death.

But the person who can see them is Yu Chen.

The young tomb keeper waved, his face expressionless.

But it was different from any ghosts in the past. This vast group of evil spirits seemed to be completely unconscious and grinned at Yu Chen! Between those grimaces and screams, a vast evil wind blew over his scalp!

The old man, Literary Saint, was standing by and saw it. He frowned and slowly said: "Thousands of souls have accumulated grudges, and thousands of souls have become evil... How many sins have I suffered during my lifetime! I have to suffer such a big change from human to ghost today." Otherwise, in those rumored ancient times, such an innocent soul would probably cause a lot of trouble. "

Like a crazy beast, the billowing resentful soul screamed in agony without any sense of consciousness.

Yu Chen's face darkened and he snorted.

While the energy of heaven and earth surges, the supreme thunder method controls the five thunder aggregates without moving, and the brilliant divine power is hidden but not released.

At the same time, the Sutra of Saving People is on display!

The thunder method is meant to kill evil spirits, and the Sutra of Saving People suppresses all souls in the world!

The endless injustice soul was immediately stunned, as if it were a tamed wild beast.

As the golden light of the Scripture of Saving People shines, all the innocent souls are taken in.

Yu Chen returned to the house and followed him in.

Along the Huangquan River, a cloud of gray mist rose and fell.

At this moment, in this reincarnation underworld, the crazy nature was suppressed, leaving only grimaces struggling in pain.

It was as if he was undergoing some terrible torture.

blame!

hatred!

pain!

anger!

Not willing to give in!

All kinds of emotions, even if they are suppressed by this underworld, still make people feel chilly in their hearts.

Even the old man, the literary saint, who had seen all kinds of storms and waves, frowned and kept mumbling.

——What kind of terrible torture is needed to give birth to such a miserable and terrible injustice?

In front of Yu Chen's eyes, before the marquee light came on, smoky gray words appeared at the beginning of the volume.

【Fifth Grade Spiritual Wishes】

【Blood Sea Vengeance】

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