I have a book of salvation

The night ends and the day dawns.

Yu Chen collected a large number of Yin soldiers.

Although, he did have the intention to test the power of the underworld army, but it was difficult to display it in Jinling City.

Thousands of Yin soldiers, let alone looking for trouble, even if they go to Jinling City, the terrifying scene of a hundred ghosts walking at night is enough to shake the entire Jinling government.

After collecting the Yin soldiers, Yu Chen returned to the room.

At this moment, the literary saint old man also interrogated the ghosts of Wangfu Township who had crossed the river.

——Although they are not from the realm of Weishui, after being transformed into longitudes, they are no longer wiped out by the rules of heaven and earth, and have been reincarnated.

In addition, it is a pity that the road to reincarnation has not yet reached Jinling. Otherwise, demons such as Qingming Demon King would have to go to the eighteenth level of hell.

The old man of Literary Saint returned to the mausoleum guarding room and looked at the rising sun in the eastern sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

While drinking the steaming porridge, Yu Chen asked casually: "Old man, what are you going to do about your junior brother?"

Previously, Zhao Wei came up first.

The old man, the Literary Saint, sensed that the other party had his own divine sprouts on his body, which frightened one person and one ghost so much that he once thought it was a vicious drama of murder by fellow sect members.

But when I looked at it later, eh, that’s not right!

The old man who was a literary sage was chopped down in tears by his own student Wu Yong with his sword. There was no trace of Zhao Weixian in the whole thing.

Then why Zhao Weixian has the divine sprouts of the literary saint, neither one person nor a ghost can figure it out.

But it is obvious that if you want to fulfill the last wish of the literary saint, the divine sprout is absolutely indispensable.

After all, without the gods, they don't even know what the old man's last wish was.

After hearing this, the old man of Literary Saint was silent for a long time, and then he said: "I think you can contact my junior brother first - there should be something hidden in him."

Yu Chen nodded, but felt troubled.

How to contact?

He is the dean of Hede Academy, the greatest scholar in Jinling, and the state pastor must treat him with respect whenever he sees him.

How can you contact someone who is a gravekeeper?

After thinking about it, Yu Chen put it aside for the time being and would talk about it when he had a chance.

Not long after, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the wind and snow became much lighter.

A postman traveled across mountains and seas and brought a letter to Yu Chen from Weishui County.

The letter was written by the magistrate of Lao County, Yu Chen's father's former immediate boss, and asked about Yu Chen's current situation and how he was doing.

Along with the letter, there was also a bank check. He said that he originally wanted to send something, but thinking of the long journey, it was better to discount it and let Yu Chen buy something delicious by himself.

Finally, he also mentioned that Ji Qiu, the corpse mover, planned to come to Jinling recently - he was originally from Jinling, a bloody knight, and was finally recruited by Laozhi County and Yu Tiesheng.

He said that he had been busy on the Weishui River recently, and his brother in Jinling happened to have something to do with him, so he simply asked for leave and came to see Yu Chen.

After reading it, Yu Chen also replied to the letter, reported that it was safe, and gave it to the postman to send away.

After lunch, Yu Chen looked inside at the sea of ​​​​Qi.

I found that from the day I killed the Qingming Demon King to now, the progress of the Dantian in the impact of life energy in my body has increased a lot.

At this rate, it seems that within a few days, he will be able to break through the spiritual realm.

——I don’t know what my spirit is.

Anyway, according to the old man of Literary Saint, his spirit is like a pen, whatever he writes is what he draws, and whatever he draws is what he writes.

After hearing this, Yu Chen almost blurted out and asked him if the old man also had a nickname called Ma Liang...

In short, life goes by like this day by day.

It wasn't until dusk on the third day after the Demon King Qingming was executed that Qinghuan, with his hair tied in two balls, jumped up and down the mountain again.

Yu Chen had prepared meat and vegetables, and the two of them had a hearty meal with laughter.

During the dinner, Qing Huan kept talking about her days in the academy.

She said that her uncle was already teaching her how to control Qi with literature. She got excited and happily performed a trick for Yu Chen.

After hearing her read a poem about "fire", a cluster of flames the size of a human head appeared out of thin air in her hand, burning with crackling fire.

Looking at the little girl's expectant look, Yu Chen smiled and joked that when he returned from his studies, he would have to protect him, a delicate and frail gravekeeper.

The little girl immediately smiled, showing two dimples, clenched her fists and said that anyone who dared to bully Xue Yuchen in the future would have his head blown off!

After eating for an hour, Yu Chen also learned about Qing Huan's daily life at Hede Academy.

It is worth mentioning that she has officially become a disciple.

But the person he worshiped was not Zhao Weixian, but... the old man who was a literary saint.

I heard that this was what Zhao Weixian meant. He said that since it was the ghost of his senior brother who discovered such a good young talent, he should naturally become his disciple.

As for him, he taught on behalf of his brother.

Once the decision came out, Hede Academy didn't have much to say.

However, the senior officials of various departments in the Jinling government were not happy. They were a small group of people who knew that the old man Wen Sheng was a guilty person, so they immediately found Zhao Weixian and told him that this was inappropriate.

But in the face of these objections, Zhao Weixian directly gave him and the two words.

——Get out!

Stubborn.

So, Qing Huan somehow became the disciple of the old man named Literary Saint.

But to this girl, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, she had long thought that Zhao Weixian was her respected teacher.

But when talking about Zhao Weixian, Qinghuan girl's brows furrowed, as if she was troubled by something.

When Yu Chen asked, he suddenly understood.

It turns out that the New Year has passed and Zhao Weixian’s birthday is coming.

Everyone in the academy is busy preparing gifts for the dean!

Qing Huan felt that since someone was so kind to him, he must repay him!

But the question is, what to give?

Not to mention that she didn't have much money, even if she had money, if she sent some gold, silver and jewelry, I'm afraid the great scholar wouldn't accept it.

So, the little girl found another way. Thinking that her uncle had loved snow all her life, she wanted to write two poems about snow to him.

——She just happens to be learning poetry recently, right?

But I wasted a lot of paper writing continuously, and I didn't write anything that I was satisfied with. If I wasn't satisfied with it, how could I give it to my uncle?

——Perhaps this is the difference between genius and mediocrity.

The old man Literary Saint sighed after hearing this.

Some people are talented but self-aware, and some people are incorrigible but hold a few words of poetry as the treasure at the bottom of the box.

After hearing this, Yu Chen knew what he meant, but he didn't answer.

Because his brain suddenly exploded!

——Aren’t you still thinking about how to have a relationship with Zhao Weixian?

Give me a pillow when you feel sleepy!

Isn't the opportunity here?

So he picked up the pen and wrote a few lines of poetry directly, and handed it to Qing Huan.

Qing Huan couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, so he just scratched his head and accepted it.

"If you really can't think of it, take these two sentences and they should be regarded as gifts." Yu Chen told her.

——Of course he can't compose poetry, and even Yang Wei's limericks are difficult to compose.

But there are too many quatrains from the past life in my mind.

Have it at your fingertips.

After Qing Huan thanked her, it was getting late, so Yu Chen sent her down the mountain to the entrance of Hede Academy. He watched the little girl walk in and then left.

After wandering around the street for a while, the old man, the Literary Saint, followed him and asked Yu Chen in horror where those lines of poetry came from.

Yu Chen said perfunctorily that he thought of it himself.

The old man of Literary Saint rolled his eyes, meaning he didn't know how much he weighed?

Yu Chen then changed his mind and said that he saw it in the revolving door of a down-and-out poet when he was a judge.

Only then did Wen Sheng believe it and sighed.

It is a pity that such a talented person has never been discovered by discerning eyes.

Yu Chen ignored his sigh, went to the theater to listen to a play, and drank a bowl of tofu nao on the street, before wandering towards Wanjialing.

It is worth mentioning that I don’t know if it’s because of Yu Chen’s role as a ghost judge, but there have been a lot more scenes featuring judges in theaters recently.

——Even if the government hadn't issued a wanted warrant, Yu Chen even suspected that they would have directly compiled several cases of Judge Yin into a drama and put them on the stage.

After all, it’s all about making money, not being embarrassed.

With Yu Chen thinking like this, he walked to Fuze City, a certain commercial street, and suddenly heard the sound of rapid horse hooves behind him.

Several tall horses, bearing the logo of the Jinyang Chamber of Commerce, galloped past.

The leader, while saying "I borrowed it," scattered some coins on both sides of the street as an apology.

The people also happily got out of the way and picked up the coins.

And Yu Chen actually knew the leader!

——Zhou Li.

The deacon of the Jinyang Chamber of Commerce who had quarreled and had a cold war with his father in Weishui County for many years and almost didn't even see him for the last time.

It was Yu Chen who used paper man and paper horsemanship to accommodate Mr. Zhou's ghost, and he allowed this "unfilial son" to see his father for the last time.

Zhou Li looked very anxious at this moment.

Leading people and carriages, they flew all the way.

There was a jingling sound from the carriage pulling goods, and you knew it was gold and silver.

Yu Chen didn't know why he was so anxious, but he probably understood it after listening to the people around him talking about it.

It is said that a bunch of goods from the Jinyang Chamber of Commerce recently left the city, but were seized by a group of well-known horse thieves along with the goods.

Zhou Li rushed to the rescue with the ransom!

As for this group of horse thieves, the people also have different opinions. It is said that they are entrenched in the "Yinwuze" area and are so large that past chambers of commerce will pay protection fees in advance before they can pass through safely.

There are even rumors that the horse thief boss is connected with a certain adult in Jinling, so the Jinling government has repeatedly suppressed the bandits, but they can't even find the other person.

Yu Chen just heard all kinds of rumors and ignored them. He returned to Wanjialing and fell asleep.

It wasn't until early the next morning that a burst of mournful music sounded, which woke him up.

Go out and take a look!

Good guy!

you again!

Zhou Li!

At this moment, the young deacon of the Jinyang Chamber of Commerce led people up the mountain.

It's just that he's not as anxious now as he was last night.

Instead, he looked sad and angry, clenching his fists so hard that his nails almost dug into the flesh of his palms.

Behind him, more than a dozen coffins were carried up, and paper money was scattered all over the sky.

Under the yellow paper, there are ghostly figures.