I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

"Onizuka? Could this be..." Chen Liang's eyes widened suddenly.

Qin Yao nodded and interrupted, saying, "That's right, this is the Ghost Mother's lair."

"Isn't the Ghost Mother down there?" Zhao Bin gasped sharply, his face filled with a solemn expression.

"Use your brain. If the Ghost Mother were down there, would I let the two of you go down?" Qin Yao tapped his head and said irritably.

"Since the Ghost Mother isn't here, why won't you go down, Master?" Chen Liang asked, puzzled.

"Stop talking nonsense. Is this the time to chat? Hurry up, hurry up, lest the Ghost Mother comes back and harms the children again." Qin Yao was too lazy to explain any further. He pushed one of them with each hand and led them to the front of the tunnel.

The two younger generation members had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue walking. However, as they walked, a strong stench suddenly hit them, as if they had stepped into a cesspool.

At that moment, both of them turned green with shock, and instantly understood why their master (the holy monk) refused to come down...

In the blink of an eye, when they reached the bottom of the underground palace, the stench reached its peak. Fortunately, there were green ghost lamps lit up on the walls, so at least they didn't have to grope their way forward in the dark.

"Mmm, mmm."

Fearing that he would inhale more stench if he opened his mouth, Chen Liang immediately gestured after spotting the baby basket on the ground, indicating that they should split up and go to the left and right respectively.

Zhao Bin had no objection to this, and he and his companion quickly picked up the baskets one by one and ran towards the tunnel.

Under the big locust tree.

Standing in front of the tunnel, Qin Yao continuously helped send the babies into his sleeve-shaped universe. When he saw the birthmark on the face of the last baby, a smile suddenly flashed across his lips.

Across from him, two people, breathing in the fresh air, saw this smile. Zhao Bin was the first to ask, "Holy Monk, what are you laughing at?"

Qin Yao lifted the baby in his arms and said, "This is the Ghost Mother's biological son, the Ghost Child."

"How did Master know he was a Japanese soldier? Was it because of the birthmark on his face?" Chen Liang asked.

"Of course not." Qin Yao shook his head: "It's because there is an innate Yin energy flowing in his body. This is an innate Yin body, which will definitely make it twice as effective to cultivate Yin-attribute techniques in the future."

The two suddenly realized what was going on, and Zhao Bin immediately said, "Speaking of the Japanese devils, we must mention the Demon Mother. Holy Monk, can you divine the whereabouts of this Demon Mother now?"

Qin Yao said, "No need to calculate yet. Let's cast a long line to catch a big fish."

You should go to the Han family residence first. Abbot Yuankong is there right now. Please tell him and the Han family that the child has been successfully rescued.

After I return the other children to their families, I will go to the Han residence to find them.

"Yes, Master (Holy Monk)," the two said in unison.

half an hour.

The third watch.

Qin Yao carried the Han family's child into the brightly lit courtyard. The Han family members, who had been waiting there for a long time, hurriedly came forward to greet him, their eyes gazing eagerly at the baby in his swaddling clothes...

See? I saw it right.

Qin Yao smiled slightly and handed the child to the three of them.

"Yes, yes, this is my child." Mrs. Han excitedly took the child and burst into tears of joy.

"Thank you, Holy Monk." Mr. Han quickly pulled his son down to kneel on the ground and thanked him loudly.

Qin Yao supported one of them with each hand, helping the father and son to their feet simultaneously: "If your Han family does more good deeds and accumulates virtue in the future, that will be the greatest repayment to me."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Mr. Han nodded repeatedly and said, "From now on, the ancestral motto of my Han family will be: when poor, cultivate your own virtue; when successful, benefit all under heaven."

“Good.” Qin Yao nodded slightly, then handed a peach charm to the old man: “After we leave, hang this peach charm behind the gate. It can ward off evil and bring good fortune.”

Mr. Han accepted the peach charm with both hands and said respectfully, "Thank you, Holy Monk. By the way, the vegetarian meal has been prepared. Please come with me to the dining room for your meal."

"Please, sir..." Qin Yao said with a smile.

The next day.

Qin Yao rode a cloud, carrying Yuan Kong, Chen Liang, and Zhao Bin, who had eaten, drunk, and slept well, back to Lingyin Temple. They found many refugees on the mountain and inside the temple, and Yan Zhi was leading the monks in distributing porridge under the shelter.

"What's going on?" Chen Liang murmured.

Qin Yao suddenly remembered the Qiantang River flood disaster in the original drama, and immediately used his divine sense to search for Guangliang and Biqing, but he did not find them. He frowned and said, "Oh no."

"What's wrong?" Yuan Kong asked.

Qin Yao responded, "Guangliang and Biqing may be in danger..."

"Daoji." At this moment, Yanzhi also noticed their presence, immediately handed over the task of serving porridge to the monk beside her, and strode over.

Suppressing his fear and worry, Yuan Kong turned to ask, "Yan Zhi, where are Guang Liang and Bi Qing?"

Rouge responded, "Isn't it because of the great flood in Qiantang that many disaster victims came, and the temple's finances were overwhelmed, so they went down the mountain to beg for alms?"

Yuan Kong immediately understood and turned to say, "Daoji, it seems I'll have to trouble you again."

Qin Yao smiled and said, "I never feel tired about tasks that bring me merit. Abbot, I'll be going now."

“I’ll go with you,” Rouge suddenly said.

Qin Yao waved his hand, and his body quickly turned into light and disappeared: "Saving people is urgent, it's faster for me to go alone."

rouge:"……"

Qingping County.

Inside the prison.

With his face bruised and swollen, Bi Qing squatted on the ground and lamented, "Master Supervisor, are we going to die here?"

"No," Guangliang said with absolute certainty.

"Why are you so sure?" Bi Qing asked, puzzled.

"Because my junior brother, your senior uncle, is Daoji!" Guangliang said, "He is a living Buddha in the world, a holy monk of our time. If we are in danger, he will definitely sense it."

Bi Qing said, "Didn't you dislike him a lot? Why are you like this now..."

"Then was then, and the present is now."

Guangliang interrupted, "If your Uncle Daoji could appear before me like a divine being right now, I would do anything you ask."

"Really, you'll do anything?" Suddenly, a voice rang in their ears.

“Really…” Guangliang was about to respond instinctively, but then he suddenly realized that this was not Biqing’s voice.

At the same time, Bi Qing quickly turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came, and saw countless golden lights swirling and converging to form the shape of his master.

"Uncle Master..."

In an instant, Biqing followed her instincts and rushed over, wailing, "You're not here with us, we've been bullied so badly!"

Qin Yao reached out and touched his little bald head, asking, "Don't cry, don't cry, tell your uncle what happened?"

Biqing tried hard to control his tears and said, "In order to help the refugees in Qiantang, my uncle, the abbot, and I went to Master Zhou's house to beg for alms. Who knew that after eating a vegetarian meal, Master Zhou was poisoned to death by arsenic."

Since we happened to be at the residence, we were forced to accept the investigation.

Initially, no one thought it was us; the prime suspect was Mrs. Zhou.

Who would have thought that Madam Zhou would hang herself that very night? The prime suspects, naturally, became me and my uncle, the abbot. When we were arrested by the authorities, the county magistrate tortured us into confessing. To save our lives, we had no choice but to sign and fingerprint documents, admitting we were the murderers…”

Qin Yao nodded and said, "Come with me."

"Going back to Lingyin Temple?" Guangliang asked.

"How can you leave in peace if this matter isn't resolved?" Qin Yao shook his head and said, "Therefore, the first thing to do now is to go find that county magistrate!"

In the county government office.

Magistrate Chen sat in his office in the back of the yamen, picked up a cup of hot tea, took a careful sip, and silently savored the lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth. He couldn't help but exclaim, "The taste of this good tea is indeed different."

"Your Excellency is certainly enjoying your official position," a clear voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Magistrate Chen frowned and asked in a low voice, "Who is making a fuss outside the door?"

Under his questioning, Qin Yao led his two fellow disciples, who were standing tall and proud but with bruised and swollen faces, into the cell and replied, "It's me!"

Magistrate Chen glanced at the two men behind him, and suddenly exclaimed in alarm, "Guards! Guards, come quickly!"

"Stop shouting, I've got everyone in the back office under control," Qin Yao said, waving his hand.

Magistrate Chen asked with a look of fear on his face, "Who exactly are you?"

"My name is Daoji. Have you ever heard of me?" Qin Yao asked.

Magistrate Chen thought for a moment, but had never heard of this name before. He then said, “Daoji, although I do not know who you are, I tell you, breaking into a prison is a serious crime, and attacking an official of the current dynasty is an even greater crime. You must not make a mistake.”

"No wonder you dared to force confessions from Guangliang and Biqing."

Qin Yao shook his head, raised his hand and pointed, about to pull the other person off the chair, but unexpectedly, a red aura of officialdom suddenly appeared, trying to stop him.

"interesting."

Qin Yao raised an eyebrow, flicked his finger and dispersed the official aura, then used his immortal energy to control Magistrate Chen's body, which flew down from above the table to the three of them.

"Guangliang, Biqing, repay your grudges and settle your scores."

“Sorcery, sorcery…” Magistrate Chen was truly terrified and exclaimed in fear.

With their backers, Guangliang and Biqing stepped forward and unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks on the human punching bag, finally venting their anger.

"Magistrate Chen, do you now know what it feels like to be bullied by someone using their power?" Qin Yao said coldly after the two fellow disciples, one fat and one thin, retreated to his side.

With aches all over his body and his face covered in wounds, Magistrate Chen nodded heavily, tears welling in his eyes: "I understand, I understand, Master, I was wrong, please give me another chance."

"If you know your mistakes and can correct them, there is no greater good."

Qin Yao nodded slightly and ordered, "Take us to the Zhou family and bring the real culprit to justice."

This is the biggest difference between him and the original owner. The original owner followed the so-called destiny, and could not use magic on officials, let alone ordinary people.

Therefore, if the original owner wanted to punish the real culprit, he would need to pretend to be Yama, the King of Hell, to interrogate him, but he didn't need to; he could simply take the county magistrate to arrest the culprit.

That being said, even if the seventeen Arhats saw this, they would only think he was being radical, and wouldn't go to the Buddha to say anything about it...

Inside the Zhou residence.

in the room.

A handsome young man in white handed a cup of ginseng tea to the woman in blue in front of him and said gently, "Cousin, don't be too sad. Have some ginseng tea."

The beautiful woman in blue, with a graceful figure, took the ginseng tea and said softly, "I still can't believe that the two elders have left us."

The young man sighed softly, "From now on, we'll have to support each other. Enough said, drink up, while it's hot..."

The woman in blue nodded, drank more than half a cup of ginseng tea in one gulp, and then said, "Cousin, I still feel there are many suspicious points in this case. Those two sorcerers don't seem like the murderers at all."

The young man waved his hand and said, "Cousin, you are too naive. You can know a person's face but not their heart. Some people may look respectable on the outside, but their hearts are filthy."

The woman in blue remained silent, then suddenly felt a strong wave of dizziness wash over her: "Cousin, this tea..."

“Cousin, don’t blame me, I just love you too much,” the young man said.

The woman in blue wanted to say something more, but her body tilted uncontrollably.

The young master quickly took her into his arms and walked step by step toward the bed.

"Master, son..."

A moment later, just as he was smiling as he untied the woman's skirt, a shout suddenly came from outside the door.

The young master's expression immediately darkened, and he demanded, "What is it?"

"Magistrate Chen has arrived and wants to see you immediately."

Young man: "..."

This idiot had to come at this exact moment, of all times. He's so annoying.

If there is an opportunity in the future, I will also send him to the Western Paradise!

However, despite his inner rage, he couldn't bear to see the other party.

After all, at this stage, he couldn't afford to offend the local magistrate...

In the blink of an eye.

As he hurried to the front hall, just as he was about to pay his respects, he noticed that Magistrate Chen was wearing a straw hat with the brim covering his face. What was even stranger was that behind him, in addition to the yamen runners, were two monks, one fat and one thin.

"My name is Wencong, and I pay my respects to Your Excellency the County Magistrate."

“Young Master Zhou, there’s no need for such formalities.” Magistrate Chen raised his hand and said, “We’ve come here to reinvestigate the case.”

Zhou Wencong was immediately taken aback: "Sir, didn't those two monks already sign and put their fingerprints on the document?"

"The main thing is that there have been new discoveries in the case." With that, Magistrate Chen turned to Qin Yao and said, "Master Daoji, the rest is up to you."

Qin Yao nodded, activated the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Law within his body, extracted the character "Greed," and struck Zhou Wencong on the head from mid-air.

In an instant, the other person's mind was controlled, and their eyes lost their luster.

Qin Yao said in a deep voice, "Zhou Wencong, tell the truth, who killed the Zhou couple?"

Zhou Wencong remained expressionless and murmured, "It's me."

Magistrate Chen: "..."

Evil magic.

This is definitely evil magic!

"Why did you kill them?" Qin Yao pressed.

"Because they are not my biological parents, they have treated me very badly since I was a child."

"Just recently, they were even going to divide their assets in two, donating half to the two monks and keeping the other half with Ruping, while I would get nothing," Zhou Wencong said.

Qin Yao asked, "What evidence do you have to prove your statement?"

“Under my bed in my room, there’s still some arsenic that hasn’t been used up,” Zhou Wencong said.

Qin Yao turned to look at Magistrate Chen, who understood immediately. He secretly exhaled and shouted, "Attendants, search the place!" (End of Chapter)