Chapter 56

My sister-in-law's wallet was sent back by Zhou Ze with an anonymous express.

Well,

The charge is paid on arrival.

There was twothousand yuan in it, but Zhou zeshun came down. Anyway, this girl has a lot of pocket money, so it's the hard cost of helping her find her purse. Zhou Ze thinks his charge is very reasonable.

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

"This thief has a good professional ethics. He stole my wallet but delivered back my cards and certificates. There are still many good people in this society."

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

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

Bai Yingying secretly sent the deleted video USB flash drive to the middle-aged man's sister's home. Her sister went to the police station to report the case the same day. A few days later, the official microblog of the local police also released this message.

This incident also caused a lot of waves. Many people denounced the girl's shamelessness and ruthlessness, but its popularity was completely unmatched when the incident occurred.

And now the person who scolds this girl probably scolded the teacher at first.

In short, the days passed so quietly for several days, and the business was still cold. Bai Yingying became more addicted to the Internet and made rapid progress. She also began to gradually become addicted to online games. She could watch a copy of the strategy every day for a long time.

An Internet addicted girl alive.

At dusk, I ate at Xu Qinglang's place as usual, accompanied by Xu Qinglang's newly developed grass sister juice,

Zhou Ze felt that he could taste some food slowly.

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

Xu Qinglang is leisurely holding his mobile phone and brushing his microblog.

Zhou Ze found that Xu Qinglang's hotel business has become more and more desolate recently, and there are fewer and fewer takeout brothers in and out. Of course, this is not the reason for the business downturn and the decline in the reputation of Xu Qinglang Hotel, but because the man in front of him is getting lazier and lazier.

But according to Xu Qinglang, the problem is Zhou Ze.

He was busy from dawn to dusk, but he couldn't move in the bookstore next door. How could he balance it in his heart?

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

Why haven't the poor people next door lived a comfortable life?

So he should have a good life, enjoy it, and rest it.

Fallen.

Zhou Ze sighed in his heart.

"Hey, there are a lot of strange things on the east side recently." Xu Qinglang said with a puff of smoke.

The eastern district is in the east of Tongcheng urban area, slightly away from the city center. The Confucian temple and Chenghuang Temple are there. On weekdays, it is quite lively during the New Year Festival. After all, there are many people going to incense.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Ze shook the ashes and asked.

"Look at this one. Someone tweeted that last night, when passing the Confucian temple, he saw several fans of ancient costume cosplay. When he walked over to say hello, he found that the person suddenly disappeared."

"There is another one here. It says that when I took my parents for a walk after dinner in the woods behind Wenmiao street, I saw someone singing poems against me there."

"There is also a Weibo posted by a driver who said that when driving past the Confucian temple, he heard many people crying on the roadside."

Confucious'Temple?

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. It seemed to have something to do with himself.

"However, these things have made the Confucian temple popular again. It is said that more people have gone to burn incense recently, and they all say that it has become spiritual." Xu Qinglang sighed.

"Hehe." Zhou Zesi measured his affairs.

"Logically speaking, it shouldn't be. Confucian temples are all places where Confucian saints are, and there can't be any ghosts there." Xu Qinglang said.

"There should be, but someone may have cared about them before." Zhou Ze said.

"What about now? What happened to their people?"

"I killed him."

"........" Xu Qinglang.

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As a last resort, Zhou Ze and Bai Yingying came to the Confucian temple at night.

Last time Zhou Ze beat the dwarf old man out of his wits here, and then patted his sleeve and walked away without taking away half the cloud.

But in combination with some recent events, it is clear that without the control of the dwarf old man, those scholars and ghosts who used to serve as a guard of honor began to get restless and gradually began to release themselves.

Zhou Ze is a ghost, and this should be in his charge, not to mention that he killed the dwarf old man. He really should clean up the mess.

"Boss, these ghosts can't be a big deal in fact, and they will disappear in two months. Before, they were only supported by the system of Confucian temple. They didn't cause trouble, and ghost was too lazy to answer with one eye closed.

Now they have lost their shackles. After jumping for a few days to vent their grievances, those who should be scared will be scared and those who should go to hell will go to hell. "

Bai Yingying has Mrs. Bai's words and deeds. In fact, she sees these ghosts and gods more thoroughly than Zhou Ze.

"I can't let go without looking at the situation here. It's better to take it all away." Zhou Ze looked slightly sideways, looking for the dead souls of scholars who stayed nearby.

Many of the ancient scholars who failed to obtain official titles and suffered setbacks and committed suicide on their way to school came to the Confucian temple with great resentment. Since then, they have been led by Qi machine and become the "guard of honor" of the Confucian temple.

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

Those scholars are nothing more than singing poems against each other and crying. Li Baojia of the Qing Dynasty once wrote in his sixth chapter of a brief history of civilization:

"A scholar's rebellion will not succeed in three years. Whether they have such a thing or not, they can ignore him."

But Zhou Ze is worried that if there are other things in it that are also "free", it is likely to cause some things. If something really happens, in the end, he must also bear some responsibility.

It was just quiet tonight. Zhou Ze smoked half a pack of cigarettes. Bai Yingying simply lay on the grass and squinted, but she couldn't see a ghost.

Impatient, Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and patted Bai Yingying at her plump and round position, watching the meat wave roll,

Avenue:

"Shout twice and call those ghosts out."

Bai Yingying rolled her eyes at Zhou Ze, obviously ignoring this. After a long time, Bai Yingying also found out some of Zhou Ze's personality habits, and dared to pinch the shelf appropriately, so that Zhou Ze wouldn't be disgusted.

"The world is like a dream. One statue is sprinkled with the river and the moon, and the hometown is wandering. It is really a matter of right and wrong."

A man's voice came from behind the tree.

Then, a man in boots and official robes came out. The man had a long beard representing dignity, a square face and a straight figure. At first glance, he was an official.

No, it seems that he was an official before his death.

And he still has a long whip behind his head.

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

"Boss, I don't know why I haven't seen the dead souls of those scholars tonight. He swallowed them all!"

Zhou Ze also saw that the man looked magnanimous, but in his stomach, he could see many small light spots, which should be the souls of scholars who had been swallowed by him.

"Hehe, the prime minister's belly is good for boating. I'm not the prime minister, but at least Zeng guanbai Jiuqing, this belly, it's no problem to put down their imperial examinations and settle down."

"All right, just you. Go down."

Zhou Ze is going to open the door of hell and catch this guy.

The other party swallowed a lot of scholars' ghosts. It looks really good, which is much better than those ghosts who often go to their own bookstores to read books.

But it's really enough to make Zhou Ze afraid.

It's all ghosts. Whether there is a body or not is really a different matter.

And I have nails.

"Are you a local ghost?" The man looked at Zhou Ze and said modestly, "I can get up and sit with my official."

"Oh, it's a big tone. The Qing Dynasty is dead?"

Bai Yingying sneered.

"When a man talks, does your woman have a part in interrupting? Step back." The man shouted with dignity.

Bai Yingying pinched her knuckles and made a crisp sound.

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

"This messenger, I have a reputation, and once held an ox ear. Even if he was sent down, he shouldn't be so casual, should he?

Besides, I once met a magistrate of Yin division in the world before my death. The magistrate said that I would die on March 19, Jiashen.

I was trembling and panicking all day, and finally endured that day, but after that day, I didn't die.

It's enough to see that my official's luck is increased. Even the rules of the criminal prosecution are not applicable to my official. Therefore, I still advise you not to waste your Kung Fu.

After the tour of my hometown is over, if you want to go down, I will naturally go down. Maybe after I go down, I can find a job as a Yin Si supervisor. If you meet me in the future, you have to kneel down and salute me and respectfully shout your excellency. "

"You really owe a lot, you man." Bai Yingying laughed.

"No, it shows that the atmosphere in his hometown is simple, otherwise he will be killed if he doesn't grow up at all."

"Why, hum, I'm too lazy to talk with you about these words. I didn't say anything in vain. If you plan to forcibly escort me to hell, then be ready to end this Liangzi.

The magistrate can't decide the date of my death, let alone you? "

Zhou Ze is not in a hurry to open the door of hell. He just thinks this person in front of him is very interesting. Moreover, to be honest, modern ghosts are nothing strange, but ancient ghosts,

It's rare.

People often say that precious cultural relics are historical records, and the one in front of them is the real rereader of history.

"You have pigtails behind your head, but you don't wear official clothes of the Qing Dynasty." Zhou Ze looked carefully for a while and continued, "it should be the official uniform of the Ming Dynasty.

No, you just said that you once worshipped Jiuqing, but this Ming Dynasty official dress is not Jiuqing's, but a low-grade official dress. "

Hearing the speech, the man proudly said, "I am an official of two dynasties. The former dynasty is the imperial historian, and the latter Dynasty is the Jiuqing, which benefits the people and has a brilliant official name.

As for what clothes I wear, do you have the qualification to speak? "

Zhou Ze took out his mobile phone, typed in "March 19th, Jiashen year", checked it, and then laughed:

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

"Nonsense, I didn't die that day. I finally died and enjoyed a beautiful posthumous title!" The man said with disdain.

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

"Wild talk!" The man waved his sleeve, "I don't know!"

"If you think about what day it is on March 19, Jiashen year, should you die!"

Zhou Ze accentuated his tone and scolded.

The man frowned slightly, as if thinking and remembering,

Finally,

Suddenly,

His body trembled, revealing a surprised look,

Then he took another look at the Confucian temple behind him,

At this moment,

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

"This... This... This..."

The man sat down on the ground in a daze.

On March 19, Jiashen,

This is the day when the Ming dynasty fell, Emperor Chongzhen hanged himself on the coal mountain, and all officials of the Ming Dynasty went from King to King.