I have a book of salvation

These pieces of news were all told by Yu Chen from the corpse mover on a heavy snowy morning.

It was already the third day after Dao Lian and Da Zhuang were captured.

Early that morning, the corpse movers brought up another corpse.

I heard from him that the corpse was that of an old fish seller in the Hanqiao area. He lay dying at home because he could not withstand the severe cold winter.

The old fish seller had no children and only had the fishy smell to carry him with him for the rest of his life. His neighbors were worried when they saw that he had not been out for several days and came to visit him.

When he opened the door and took a look, he saw the old man lying on the bed, already stiff, and he didn't know when he died.

The old man had no relatives, so naturally the corpse movers had to take action to move it up the mountain.

But after the corpse movers left, Yu Chen stood in front of the grave, looking at the brand new wooden sign, lost in thought.

He closed his eyes and looked directly at the inner scene, only to find that the human being's sutra was ups and downs, and there was no more vision from that night.

A quarter of an hour later, Yu Chen finally couldn't bear the cold weather and entered the house.

But until the heavy snow stopped and the sun rose three poles high, no new words appeared in the Book of Saviors.

He closed the door and window, took out the book, and unfolded it.

I saw smoky words reappearing on the endless fog and weird scene.

[Book Holder: Yu Chen]

[Position: None]

[Dao Xing: None]

[Supernatural Power: Paper Man and Paper Horse]

Compared with the last time, there is an additional "paper man and paper horse" in the magical power, which means that Yu Chen has initially mastered the weird paper man and paper horse technique.

As for what happened next, the "last wish" regarding the mandarin cod disappeared completely as the beggar's soul crossed the river.

And when the second corpse was brought up the mountain, no other words appeared.

Sitting on the squeaky bench, Yu Chen lowered his eyes and pondered.

Now, he has basically clarified the function of this so-called salvation scripture.

——Transform the dead.

When Yu Chen fulfills the deceased's last wish as the book holder, the book will give Yu Chen some rewards.

The paper man and paper horse were the first rewards he received.

It is also the key to letting the sword face and the big strong feather come back.

But this time, when the body of the old fish seller was carried up the mountain, Yu Chen stood in front of his grave for a long time and did not see the so-called last wish of the deceased.

This made Yu Chen realize something in his heart.

"Could it be that only the dead with obsessions can form the so-called spiritual wishes? Can they be absorbed into the river by the Human Sutra?"

Although there is no conclusive evidence for such a guess, Yu Chen is confident that it is almost certain.

But after a brief moment of disappointment, he smiled freely again.

"That's good. At least it proves that the old fish seller died in peace."

With this thought in mind, Yu Chen stood up and started cooking.

But things in this world happen by chance and are quite unpredictable.

When Yu Chen was obsessed with spiritual vows and the reward of the Sutra of Savioring People, it just didn't come. But when his thoughts became clear and his heart felt comfortable, the palpitating feeling came to his mind again.

Yu Chen followed his instinct, pushed the door open, and saw a faint light flashing in front of his eyes.

However, the source of this dim light was not the old fish seller who had just been buried, but came from outside the Qingfeng Mausoleum.

"Life must lead to death. People are not destined to die. We were both human yesterday and now we are in ghost records..." The ups and downs of the elegy echoed in the heavy snow, with a sadness and reluctance to say goodbye to life and death.

Hear his voice first, then see his person.

As the lyrics lingered in his ears, Yu Chen looked up and saw yellow money paper falling with the heavy snow outside the mausoleum.

An old man dressed as a Taoist priest walked in front, with grandiose steps and strange posture, leading the way.

Behind the old Taoist priest, an old woman in plain clothes had gray hair, red eyes, and wept.

Beside her, a tall young man with a square face also looked sad and silent.

Further behind, there were a few big men with black collars, carrying a yellow wooden square coffin, walking indifferently.

Under Yu Chen's gaze, a group of people walked into the Qingfeng Mausoleum. The man carrying the coffin put down the coffin and began to dig the soil; the old Taoist priest waved yellow flags to decorate the ghosts and gods, so that the deceased's path would go smoothly; the old woman and the young man lit incense Burn wax, kowtow and kneel down to bid farewell to the deceased.

Half an hour later, he went down the mountain and left.

Only burned paper and ashes were left on the ground.

As a gravekeeper at Qingfengling Mausoleum, Yu Chen has long been accustomed to such scenes.

Different from the beggar who was obsessed with eating mandarin cod and the old fish seller who was brought up by the corpse movers, although most of the deceased buried in Qingfengling Mausoleum were poor, they were mostly people with families and deserved it. Some relatives sent him to his funeral, and Taoist priests were invited to open the way to the underworld.

In the past few years, Yu Chen has seen too many such separations between life and death.

But what was different from every time in the past was that today, in his eyes, there was a faint light on the brand new grave, which could flicker or fade.

Like a candlelight in the wind.

Yu Chen inexplicably realized that this was the person in the coffin, and he had a strong wish to succeed.

With a thought in his mind, he held the Scripture of Saving People in his hand.

Then he saw the dim light rising up and turning into a black shadow, following him into the house.

After closing the door and window, Yu Chen sat back on the bed, and the figure stood with his head bowed.

If you look closely, you will see that he has a stooped figure and an old appearance. He is wearing a shroud and his feet do not touch the ground. He is definitely not a living person.

And with the last experience, even if Yu Chen was slightly frightened, he would no longer be panic-stricken.

He stretched out his hands and opened the Sutra of Saviors.

Then he saw golden light coming from the scroll and absorbing the ghost into it.

On the bank of Huangquan River, another ghostly figure stood.

The old and sad cry echoed in my ears.

"I am over 60 years old and have worked hard for half my life. I should have enjoyed the family relationship, but I have rebelled against my son. I am not living up to expectations. What a pity!"

At the same time, at the beginning of the volume, smoked text appears again.

【Nine levels of wishes】

【The Prodigal Son Returns】

[Time limit: thirty-six hours]

[There will be a reward at the end of the matter]

Looking at the words, Yu Chen felt dizzy.

A scene like a revolving lantern appeared before my eyes.

In Weishui County, by the Hanqiao Lake, there was a shoemaker.

This shoemaker was born in poverty. When he was ten years old, his parents sent him to be a apprentice. He worked for two years and learned the skills at the age of twelve. He worked diligently for half his life. After sending his teacher away, he had perfected his skills in shoe repair and shoemaking. In the Hanqiao area of ​​Weishui County, It's also quite famous.

With fame comes money.

Although repairing and making shoes is a minor pursuit, not as good as studying, practicing martial arts, or doing business, you can still make some money throughout the year.

Later, he set up his own business, married a wife and had children, and became an old shoemaker. Although he was not rich, he at least had enough food and clothing.

In the eyes of outsiders, the old shoemaker's family should be peaceful and peaceful, with no worries about food and clothing.

But every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite.

The old shoemaker's problem is his son.

This boy has been rebellious since he was a child. He has been literate, cheating and sneaking, but he is actually very talented at playing Cuju and fighting insects.

It's been more than ten years like this, and there is no real business.

The old shoemaker wanted him to learn his own trade, but the traitor also spent three days fishing and two days drying nets.

The old couple would often get so angry that they would feel dizzy and beat their chests and feet.

But that's all.

Although the old shoemaker didn't make much money in his life, he at least accumulated some money. Not to mention fine clothing and food, it was enough for the rebellious son to marry a wife, have children, and live a peaceful life.

But the bad thing is that he got something he shouldn't have.

--bet.

In Weishui County, in the Tianqiao area, Tongbao Financial House is the largest and most notorious gambling house.

Whether he was lured by his friends or just on a whim, the old shoemaker's son plunged into it and gambled for three days and three nights.

Three days later, he was stripped naked and thrown out of the property, and returned home in a panic.

When the old shoemaker and his wife asked this question, they became very angry and scolded the traitor for being ignorant and idle.

This is not over yet.

The next day, a man came from the bank with a debt note in his hand. It was signed and pledged by the old shoemaker's son, and it was written in black and white on the paper!

Even though the old shoemaker knew that this property was gambling and cheating nine times out of ten, Tongbao Finance had a strong background and had raised a group of rogues. Even if the old shoemaker was shaking with anger, he had to give in. After paying off his son's debt, he would spend his whole life Eighty-nine percent of money is wasted.

Later, I learned that the traitor was still borrowing money from everywhere, intending to fight against the financial village again and make a comeback.

The old shoemaker was so angry that he vomited blood and died.

That's why this funeral happened.

Until the time of his death, he was worried and thinking, this day we will never see each other again, his wife is old, his rebellious son has no skills, what should he do in the future?

This turned into an obsession that would not go away for a long time.

After a long time, Yu Chen finally opened his eyes, let out a long sigh, and exhaled the turbid air from his chest.

I feel sad for this old shoemaker.

After working hard for most of my life, I finally reached the age of retirement, but this happened to me.

At the same time, I also lamented that the traitor was so disappointing!

He has no shackles, can read and write, practice martial arts and do business, but he can't read.

The old man in the family has a good craft, but he refuses to learn it.

Even so, I can live a life without worries, but I still want to get involved in that harmful gambling, make my father angry to death, and scatter all the family wealth!

——Although Yu Chen’s experience in this life did not have a specific concept of gambling, one sentence was firmly remembered in the memory of the previous generation.

Huang Tian is above, and he vows to fight gambling and drug addiction.

But having said that, after watching the revolving door of the old shoemaker's life, Yu Chen probably understood his last wish.

It is not to recover the family wealth that was cheated by the rich man, but to make the useless son wake up and be down-to-earth from now on.

This time, Yu Chen was slightly in trouble.

Presumably over the years, the old shoemaker and his wife must have tried to persuade the prodigal numerous times, but with little success.

He didn't even listen to what his own father and mother said. How could he make this prodigal son come back as a gravekeeper?

Yu Chen sat there for two hours.

When the pot was steaming and the fire on the stove was about to go out, his eyes lit up and he made a plan.