Chapter Fifty-Six: The Official Says

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The sister-in-law's wallet was sent back by an anonymous courier from Zhou Ze.

Um,

Fees are payable.

The 2,000 yuan that was in it was taken down by Zhou Zeshun. Anyway, this girl has a lot of pocket money, so let's take it as the hard work of helping her find the wallet. Zhou Ze thinks his charge is very reasonable.

Then the next day, Zhou Ze saw his sister-in-law post a circle of friends:

"This thief has a professional ethics. He stole my wallet but sent all the cards and documents in it back by courier. There are still many good people in this society."

Zhou Ze looked at this circle of friends and was silent for a while,

Forget it, it's better for the silly girl to continue to be silly, silly people have silly blessings.

Bai Yingying smuggled the deleted video USB flash drive to the home of the middle-aged man's sister. Her sister went to the police station to report the crime on the same day. A few days later, the local police official Weibo also posted the news.

This incident also caused quite a stir. Many people denounced the girl for being shameless and wolf-hearted, but the popularity was completely incomparable to that of when the incident happened.

And those who scolded this girl now probably also scolded that teacher as a "clothed beast".

In short, the days passed peacefully for a few days, the business was still sluggish, Bai Yingying became more addicted to the Internet, made rapid progress, and gradually became obsessed with online games, sitting there every day and watching a dungeon guide can be seen for a long time.

A teenage internet addict.

In the evening, eat at Xu Qinglang's place as usual, with Xu Qinglang's newly developed grass girl juice,

Zhou Ze felt that he was slowly able to taste some of his meals.

After the meal, Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang shared a cigarette with each other as usual.

Xu Qinglang took the mobile phone and checked Weibo, leisurely.

Zhou Ze found that Xu Qinglang's restaurant business has become more and more deserted recently, and there are fewer and fewer takeaway boys coming in and out. Of course, this is not the reason for the business downturn and the decline in the reputation of Xu Qinglang's restaurant, but because the man in front of him is getting worse. I'm getting lazy.

But according to Xu Qinglang, the problem lies with Zhou Ze.

He hummed, he was busy from dawn to dusk, but the next door was sitting in the bookstore without moving, how could he be balanced in his heart?

Come on, he's a man with more than 20 suites!

Why haven't the poor next door lived comfortably?

So he should live well, live well, enjoy when he wants to enjoy, and rest when he needs to rest.

Fallen.

Zhou Ze sighed in his heart.

"Hey, there's been a lot of strange things going on in the Eastern District recently." Xu Qinglang said with a smoke ring.

The East District is on the east side of Tongcheng City, a little bit away from the city center, where the Confucian Temple and the Town God's Temple are located, and it is more lively during the New Year and festivals on weekdays, after all, there are many people who go to offer incense.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze asked, shaking the soot.

"Look at this article. Someone posted on Weibo that when they passed the Confucian Temple last night, they saw a few cosplay lovers in ancient costumes. When they walked over to say hello, they suddenly disappeared."

"There is another one here. It says that when I took my parents for a walk after dinner in the woods behind Confucian Temple Street, I saw someone reciting poems there."

"There is another Weibo post by a driver, saying that when he was driving past the Confucian Temple, he heard many people crying on the side of the road."

Confucian Temple?

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. This matter seemed to have something to do with him.

"However, these things have made the Confucian Temple popular again. It is said that more people go to burn incense recently, and they all say that there has been a change of spirit." Xu Qinglang said with emotion.

"Hehe." Zhou Ze thought about his own affairs.

"It stands to reason, it shouldn't be. The Confucian Temple is a place where Confucian sages live. It is impossible for any lonely ghosts to go there to cause trouble." Xu Qinglang said.

"There should be some, but maybe someone took care of them before." Zhou Ze said.

"What about now? What happened to the people in charge of them?"

"Killed by me."

"..." Xu Qinglang.

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As a last resort, Zhou Ze and Bai Yingying came to the Confucian Temple together after nightfall.

The last time Zhou Ze beat the dwarf old man out of his mind, he patted his sleeves and left without taking half of the cloud.

But judging from some recent events, it is very clear that without the control of the dwarf old man, the souls of the scholars who used to serve as guards of honor began to slowly become restless and gradually began to let themselves go.

Zhou Ze is a ghost messenger, this matter should belong to him, not to mention that he was the one who killed the dwarf old man, the mess is really his to clean up.

"Boss, these dead souls can't really make a big difference. They will disappear in two months. In the past, they were only supported by the Confucian Temple system. They didn't cause trouble, and ghost messengers turned a blind eye to them.

Now that they have lost their shackles, after a few days of jumping and venting the sorrow in their hearts, those who should be shattered will be shattered, and those who should go to hell will also go to hell. "

Bai Yingying has been taught by Mrs. Bai's precepts and deeds, and she actually sees these ghosts and gods more clearly than Zhou Ze.

"If you don't look at the situation here, you can't let it go. It's better to take them all away." Zhou Ze tilted his head slightly, looking for the dead souls of scholars staying nearby.

Those who failed to obtain academic honors encountered setbacks on the way to study

The dead souls of scholars of past dynasties who committed suicide came to the vicinity of the Confucian Temple with great dissatisfaction. Since then, they have been drawn by Qi and become the "guard of honor" of the Confucian Temple.

Of course, there must be other people who pretend to be numbers, and they must not be all so-called scholars. After all, the forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds.

Those scholars were nothing more than reciting poems and fighting against each other, crying and crying. Li Baojia of the Qing Dynasty wrote in the sixth chapter of his "Little History of Civilization":

"Scholars rebelled, three years failed. Whether they have such a thing or not, you can ignore him."

But what Zhou Ze is worried about is that if there are other things in it that are also "free", something may happen. If something really happens, he will definitely have to bear part of the responsibility in the end.

It's just that it was quiet tonight, Zhou Ze had smoked half a pack of cigarettes, Bai Yingying just lay on the grass and squinted, not even a single ghost could be seen.

Tired of waiting, Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and patted Bai Yingying's plump and round body, watching the waves of flesh roll,

road:

"Shout twice, call those ghosts out."

Bai Yingying rolled her eyes at Zhou Ze, obviously ignoring this, after getting along for a long time, Bai Yingying has also figured out some of Zhou Ze's personality habits, and dared to put on airs just right, so that Zhou Ze Not disgusted.

"The world is like a dream, one statue is still in the river and the moon, and the spirit of the homeland is wandering. It is true that things are different and people are different."

A man's voice came from behind the tree.

Immediately afterwards, a man wearing long boots and an official robe came out. The man had a long beard representing majesty, a square face, and a straight figure. He looked like an official.

No, it looks like he was an official during his lifetime.

And he still has a long whip behind his head.

Bai Yingying stood up slowly, looked at the man in front of her, and said in surprise:

"Boss, let me tell you why I haven't seen the dead souls of those scholars tonight, and he swallowed all the co-authors!"

Zhou Ze also noticed that this man looked imposing, but in his stomach, many small light spots could be seen, which should be the dead souls of scholars swallowed by him.

"Hehe, the prime minister's belly is easy to punting. I'm not a prime minister, but at least I was once an official worshiping Jiuqing. With this belly, it's not a problem to let go of their poor imperial examinations in the past dynasties."

"Okay, it's you, go down."

Zhou Ze is going to open the gate of hell and arrest this guy.

The other party swallowed a lot of dead souls of scholars, and they seemed to be in good spirits, much better than ordinary souls who often go to their bookstores to read books.

But it was really to the point where Zhou Ze was afraid.

They are all ghosts, whether they have a physical body or not is really a different matter.

And I have nails.

"Are you a local ghost messenger?" The man looked at Zhou Ze and said reservedly, "You are qualified to be equal to me."

"Yo, the tone is really not small, the Qing Dynasty is dead?"

Bai Yingying mocked.

"Men are talking, do you have a place for your woman to intervene? Step down for me." The man rebuked majesticly.

Bai Yingying squeezed her knuckles, making a crisp sound.

The man looked at Zhou Ze who was about to open the gate of hell on the other side, and said:

"This police officer, with his fame and reputation, has also held a top job, even if he is going to be sent down, he shouldn't be so casual, right?

What's more, I met a judge of Yin Division in the world before my death, and the judge said that I would die on March 19th of Jiashen year.

This official was trembling and fearful all day long, and finally made it to that day, but after that day, this official did not die.

It is enough to see that my luck is added to my body, and even the rules of the underworld do not apply to me, so I still advise you not to waste your time in vain.

After my visit to my hometown is over, if I want to go down, I will naturally go down, maybe after I go down, I can also find a job as a supervisor of the underworld, if we meet in the future, you have to kneel down and salute me, respectfully Shout out to my lord. "

"You really owe me a lot." Bai Yingying laughed.

"No, this shows that his hometown is simple and honest, otherwise he would have to be beaten to death until he didn't grow up."

"Is there any reason for this, hmph, I'm too lazy to talk about the benefits of talking with you, I'm not lying, if you plan to forcibly escort me to hell, then be prepared to end it.

The magistrates of the Yin Division can't even determine the date of his death, let alone you, a little ghost? "

Zhou Ze is not in a hurry to open the gate of hell, he just thinks this person in front of him is quite interesting, and, to be honest, there is nothing unusual about modern ghosts, but ancient ghosts,

Really rare.

People often say that precious cultural relics are records of history, and the one in front of me is the true repeater of history.

"You have braids on the back of your head, but you are not wearing the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty." Zhou Ze looked at it carefully for a while, and continued: "It should be the official uniform of the Ming Dynasty.

No, you just said that you once worshiped Jiuqing as an official, but the official uniform of the Ming Dynasty is not that of Jiuqing, but that of a low-ranking official. "

Hearing this, the man proudly said: "I have been an official for two dynasties, the first is the Yushi, and the second is the Jiuqing, benefiting the people, and the official name is outstanding.

As for what clothes this official wears, how are you qualified to comment? "

Zhou Ze took out his mobile phone, entered "Jiashen Year March 19th" to check, and then smiled:

"The judge was right. You really should have died on March 19th, Jiashen year."

"A bunch of bullshit

In other words, this official did not die on that day, this official died at last, enjoying a beautiful posthumous posthumous posthumous title! "The man said disdainfully.

"You deserve to die that day, really." Zhou Ze repeated, and then a mocking smile appeared on his face, "But you have the cheek to not die."

"Lacking words!" The man waved his sleeves, "I don't know what to say!"

"Think again about what date is March 19th in the Jiashen year, should you die!"

Zhou Ze raised his tone and scolded.

The man frowned slightly, as if thinking and remembering,

finally,

suddenly,

He trembled, showing shock,

Then he glanced at the Confucian Temple behind him,

this moment,

He finally understood why after his death, when his soul returned to his hometown, he would be imprisoned in this Confucian temple, and spent hundreds of years in a daze with those who failed the imperial examinations in his mouth!

"This... this... this..."

The man fell to the ground in despair.

On the nineteenth day of the third month of the Jiashen year,

This day was the day when the Ming Dynasty fell, Emperor Chongzhen hanged himself on Meishan Mountain, and all officials of the Ming Dynasty went to the disaster.

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