Chapter 16

There is a pond in the courtyard Bureau. The bridge is made of green bricks. There is a pavilion in the center. The area is small. There are just three or five people sitting on it. A stone table is just right. Before you come here, you should have a beautiful view.

Ling Yun has never left. Ghosts are most afraid of the sun, so they have to come out at night. He takes out the sugar gourd and puts it aside. He is reading a book and eating it. He is not worried that he will be killed. He comes here with no malice, just to see the situation.

The same strange things still exist here in these years. It is impossible that there are no ghost catchers to see them. Since they still look like this, either the ghosts here are dangerous, or there are other reasons.

If it's dangerous, he should die here today. If there are other reasons, he thinks he can help.

A gust of wind blowing, Lingyun sitting in front of three good-looking women, chin, interesting looking at Lingyun, "master is not afraid?"

Ling Yun shakes his head and nods again. It's not surprising that he's not afraid. But these three women don't have any malice. He doesn't worry. He thinks they are lonely. He chats with them. What else can he do?

"Are you afraid or not?"

Asked another woman.

Ling Yun said, "I think that most of the ghosts in the world are still in the world. They are just staying in the world because they have unfulfilled wishes, good or evil. I have no grudge with my sisters, so I'm not afraid of them; But the longer you stay in the world, the deeper the resentment in your heart. It's unknowable to anger others, so you're afraid. "

"You scholars are the most garrulous. My sister doesn't like it very much." The last woman gently rubbed her bright red fingernails, her eyes twinkling with cold light.

Ling Yun ate a sugar gourd and said, "I'll try not to talk."

As soon as the words changed, Ling Yun stood up and thought for a long time before he said, "I'm new here. I don't know much about Liangcheng, and I didn't pay attention to these things in the past. Several elder sisters might as well tell me. If I can help, I can help."

"Ha ha, you scholars are the most deceitful. I'm not afraid to tell you, but you are full of vitality and essence. Are you still a boy?" The female ghost in red clothes clings to Ling Yun. "It's better to have fun with her sister. You can enjoy the best in the world, and her sister can improve some accomplishments. Do you think this is good?"

Ling Yun shook his head seriously: "this is not good." he glanced at the wine on the table and looked at the sugar gourd, "why don't you tell me a story, I'll listen to it, a story and a glass of wine. If I'm drunk, how can my sisters do?"

"Well, Xiao Hong, don't make trouble. He is an ordinary scholar. I think he has seen some ghosts, so he is not afraid of us. Maybe he is just a guy who has read a lot of noble and upright spirit. If he has nothing to do, he might as well have a talk with him." Before sitting on the opposite side of Lingyun, the ghost whispered that the girl who clings to Lu You returns to her work.

"Chant

In the old house, suddenly there was the sound of sword. Ling Yun, standing at the gate of the courtyard, was sweating and panting. He was holding a wooden sword, his arm trembled slightly, but there was no fear in his eyes.

Six women in white, red in the middle, coldly look at Lingyun. Lingyun spits out a mouthful of turbid Qi. The sword spirit rises and protects his body. He holds the sword in his left hand and says, "I have no malice."

"Just to get rid of us." The woman in red said coldly. She raised her hand and turned it into a sharp blade, cutting it to Lingyun's waist.

Ling Yun's right foot is a little bit, and he rolls in the air. The wooden sword of his left hand rotates around his waist. There's sword Qi coming out to defeat the Yin evil spirit. There's light on the wooden sword to strangle the remaining Yin evil spirit. The other six female ghosts come, and the white Ling is across the air. They want to bind Ling Yun!

Ling Yun took a deep breath with firm eyes.

People don't hurt tigers, tigers kill people.

When the swordsmanship is performed, its meaning is dreamlike, which can draw people's heartstrings. Looking back on the past, I have a great dream for a long time. Today and tomorrow, the past is like a passing cloud, leaving a lonely heart.

But the sword cultivation has the strongest killing power. In this solitude, just like the deep autumn's spirit of killing, it is cold and shrill, and the killing intention is very strong!

With a sword sweeping, Bai Ling is cut off by the sword Qi. Ling Yun seizes the opportunity to turn over and walk out of the old house. His white clothes are stained with blood, and his face is extremely pale. He stands in front of the old house, and his face is uncertain. These seven women have deep resentment. They should have died of great injustice before they have such resentment.

If it wasn't for his cultivation of sword, immortal, God, martial arts and physique, as well as his familiarity with the classics of the three religions, and his cultivation of Confucian noble and upright spirit, he would be able to retreat in the place where he entered. Otherwise, if he wanted to escape today, he would lose half his life. Even so, his internal organs were chilly and he was about to vomit.

Ling Yun takes a deep look at the old house, drinks a lot of wine, and the strong liquor enters his stomach. Then he turns and walks to the inn. Ling Yun doesn't find it. After he leaves, in the alley adjacent to the old house, there is a middle-aged man in Zhao song official Costume. He takes a deep look at Ling Yun, and then enters from the side door.

Ten years ago, the case of King Ling's residence involved many people. The original owner of the old residence was also a businessman close to King Ling's residence. He was aboveboard and generous, and had a good reputation in Liangcheng.

However, after the accident in lingwangfu, most of the people who were involved in it met with misfortune, and so did the rich businessman. First he lost his family wealth, then he was imprisoned, and his life and death were unknown. However, his wives and concubines and children in his house eventually became playthings, and life was not like death.

Later, in order to redress the grievances, the emperor went through the motions and brought to justice some of the victims. Another businessman, who was secretly harming the rich businessman, was afraid that the seven women would tell him what he had done and wanted to kill him.

However, something happened that night. The woman who was forced to accompany the master of Liangcheng Yamen to drink and have fun was killed by the master and was thrown into the well in the backyard. At that time, the official of the Yamen had a good relationship with the master of the city. There were also people in the capital. Soon after, they were transferred away and the master left with them.

The rich businessman stayed here for a year. He lost his wealth and died in the street. Later, he lived in several rich merchants. All of them ended in the same way. At the beginning, he just transferred to Liangcheng and secretly invited people from the cultivation circle to catch ghosts. But the man was not good at learning and escaped seriously. He was left in the hospital and heard the whole story.

That master is the eldest brother-in-law of the Minister of punishment of Zhao and Song Dynasties, and the adult at that time is now the brother-in-law of Xueai marquis. He can't investigate this case with his present ability. He has no foundation in the capital. It's OK to handle this case. I'm afraid that he will only have a precarious future in the end.

And as time goes by, the more resentment these seven women have, the more influence they have on the people of Liangcheng.

The young man just now, his strength is not good, but he has a good relationship with the two golden friars of extraordinary origin. I don't know if he can find a way to solve it from this.

After Ling Yun returned to the inn, he meditated and adjusted his breath. On the 13th floor, he turned his sword Qi into a dragon shape and swam around to dispel the evil spirit. An hour later, Ling Yun vomited out a breath of black Qi, freezing the bed curtain and turning it into debris.

Ling Yun went to see the grassroots mother and son, and then returned to his room to have a rest. His mind was full of thoughts. Most of the people who complained about the spirits in the world were those who suffered many injustices during their lifetime, but there were only a few people who were evil in mind. But with so many injustices in the world, where was the Enlightenment of Confucianism?

My husband teaches me knowledge, which is simple and easy to understand. Even those who have not studied can understand it. How can no one do it?

Is this kind of Confucian education really good?

Or is it really hopeless?

Mr. Wang wants to abide by the responsibilities of a gentleman, but he does. What about others? Do you do what you have not changed?

For the first time, Ling Yun thought of other things at the time of revenge.

The next morning, as soon as Ling Yun got up early to study, a middle-aged man with an octagonal beard walked into the inn. Led by Xiao Er, he went outside Ling Yun's room. When he heard that Ling Yun was reading, he signaled Xiao Er to step back and wait outside.

What Ling Yun read is Mencius, the most classic of which is benevolence and goodness. It is also the last two words of Confucianism.

Besides the Confucian scholars, most of the practitioners seldom read Confucian classics, because it is unnecessary for them to compete with heaven for fame, go against heaven, seek invincibility and longevity. If they are invincible in longevity, why do they need goodness and benevolence? What I call goodness is goodness, what I call benevolence is benevolence. How can we need Confucian rules to judge my goodness and evil?

When Lingyun finished reading, it was already an hour later, the middle-aged man knocked on the door and said gently, "Mr. Lingyun, I'm the magistrate of Liangcheng. I have something to discuss with you."

When he Zhang, the magistrate of Liangcheng, learned the name of Lingyun, he was also surprised. The Ling family of Zhao and song had already been cut off, but suddenly another one appeared. However, the Ling family had already been killed in the case of lingwangfu by the Ministry of officials of the imperial court. Lingyun should have nothing to do with lingwangfu. Just go back and check again.

Ling Yun quickly opened the door and met the elder with Confucian ceremony. "I don't know Ling Yun's coming, but please blame him."

He Zhang waved his hand and entered the room under the guidance of Ling Yun. As soon as he sat down, he went straight to the topic, "is Mr. Ling also a man of practice?"

"It's nothing to learn." Ling Yun said calmly, how does he Zhang know his practitioners? Even the man in black didn't see it that day. How could he know?

"Don't worry, Mr. Ling. I just happened to meet you at the old house in the east city yesterday." He Zhang said lightly.

When Mr. Meng took his registered residence in Liangcheng, he remembered he Zhang. He was still a small official. His official position was not very high. But Lingyun remembered that he was very appreciating Zhang Zhang, and he chatted with him more specifically.

Ling Yun arched his hand and said, "when I went to Liangcheng magistrate's Yamen, I had a meeting with you."

"Back then?" In recent years, the only great person I have met is Yasheng of Jixia Academy, "you... Are you a disciple of Mr. ya... Meng?"

All the scholars above the Confucian sages have seen the images of Yasheng, and there are also images of saints in Confucian temples all over the world. It is well known that there are countless students of Yasheng, but none of them has any disciples. He Zhang only saw the Confucian Yasheng ten years ago, holding a child, and said with great pride that he was my direct disciple.

And that child is now Ling Yun, the only disciple of Yasheng. It's hard to imagine the value of Ling Yun's identity. He's the only disciple of Yasheng.

"Yes." Ling Yun said.

Since Ling Yun is a disciple of Yasheng, he doesn't have so much scruples about the old house in the east city. He pours all his head out. However, between his words, he Zhang finds out that Ling Yun doesn't seem to know that his teacher is not an ordinary teacher of Jixia Academy, but Yasheng, the second sage of Confucianism after the most sage.

"In this way, the old house in the east city actually involves a great injustice case, and it also involves the case of King Ling's residence 11 years ago. It's extremely difficult to settle the injustice for the rich businessman and his wife, concubines and children."

Ling Yun touched his chin, which was unexpected. In this way, if we want to make a layout, we have to start again. But now there is another thing. The governor's attitude towards himself is a little too good. Local officials recommend him everywhere. If we must recommend him, can we start from the governor?