Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 139 The Vicious Woman
"They all said that you were effective...but it didn't work at all. Dad was obviously fine, but suddenly he fell out of bed. Mother said that Dad was dead."

The boy's clothes were old, and there was a hole in the front of the cloth shoes, and his thumb was exposed. He wiped his tears and cried out, inhaling breath after breath, crying sadly.

On the altar, Chen Yuan in the statue frowned, and a black cloud floated above the child's head, which showed that it was not a lie.But if the person is really dead, he has no way to revive him, and how he died, Chen Yuan also needs to investigate, it is impossible to show up directly and take care of everything.

"My child, I will check to see if your adult's death is related to me. If there is, I will give you justice."

Inside the statue, Chen Yuan's words suddenly sounded, startling the child, and the crying stopped immediately, staring at the statue in a daze, speechless.

"Whose child are you, why are you crying here!"

At this time, a voice came from outside, Xu Huaiyu was standing outside holding a lantern, presumably he was woken up by the cry of a child and came to check, seeing that it was a child, he immediately felt relieved.

Seeing that it was Miao Zhu coming, the child gasped and glanced at the portrait of Zhenjun, knelt down on the ground and kowtowed, before Xu Huaiyu could ask again, he got up and ran out quickly, disappearing into the night.

"Grandpa, I'm disturbed."

Xu Huaiyu knew in his heart that Chen Yuan's soul was probably inside the statue, but he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it. He took the lantern, turned around, closed the palace door and left, returned to the house, blew out the lantern, and revealed Go to unlined clothes and sleep next to his wife again.

The faint moonlight slid across the window lattice, the ancient pillars rustled the branches and leaves, and the sleepy face frowned slightly, as if there was a voice calling him in the blur.

"Xu Huaiyu..."

Chen Yuan's voice sounded like it came from the ancestral hall.

"Just now, the child's family lives in Chengningfang in the south of the city, and he said that his father died strangely. You should go and investigate tomorrow."

"Emperor?"

When there was a murmur in the dream, the voice came again.

"On the table in your room, there is my magic weapon. Take it by your side. If you encounter danger, you can call me by my name."

"Emperor!"

The man in the dream yelled, opened his eyes suddenly and sat up, the wife who was sleeping beside him was also woken up by him, and asked him if he had a nightmare, but found that her husband's eyes were red, Xu Huaiyu shook his head, suddenly Thinking of the words in the dream, he hurriedly lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Under his wife's suspicious eyes, he blew on the torch and lit the oil lamp.

On the dilapidated round table, there was indeed a wooden stick. Upon closer inspection, it was the dark wood enshrined in front of the altar, and the many links on it could be waved like iron whips.

Thinking of the entrustment from Chen Yuan in the dream, Xu Huaiyu held the dark wood in both hands, opened the door, and bowed respectfully in the direction of the ancestral hall.

"Huaiyu Jingzun Zhenjun ordered."

The woman was quite surprised when she saw her husband at the door, especially holding something that looked like an iron whip, and hurriedly asked what happened.

"Ma'am, just now my benefactor spoke in my dream and told me to do something for my husband. You see, this is the magic weapon that benefactor gave me..." Xu Huaiyu wrapped his hands in the palm of his hand as if offering a treasure. Don't show it to his wife, but how to use it, you still need to call the true emperor's name, and right now he naturally dare not call it casually.

The woman on the side had cleaned the ancestral hall, so she had seen the dark wood enshrined on the altar, and she was wondering why she came into the house, but now she heard her husband's remarks, she was shocked from ear to ear.

Even though he had seen the spells of a master before, but when such a mysterious thing happened to him, he was in awe after all. He hastily imitated his husband and worshiped at the ancestral hall, his expression was more pious than Xu Huaiyu's.

"Engong has manifested himself, and the affairs entrusted to my husband must be done well."

When it was time to go to bed, Mrs. Xu never forgot to give her instructions. On the next day, she got up early and packed a pile of dry food for her husband to eat on the way.

"Miss... uh, what my benefactor asked me to do is not far from here. I don't need dry food. I just go back for my husband."

"Ah?" Mrs. Xu wiped the water stains on her hands, and seeing herself baked more than a dozen pancakes, she couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing: "It's all my fault, but I forgot to ask my husband what to do. Just like Wu Shi, I have to go out for a long trip."

"One is enough."

Xu Huaiyu took a piece of pancake and waved it to his wife, then put the dark wood in his belt and strode out the door. At this time, the front of Zhenjun Temple was still busy as usual, and when they saw Miaozhu coming out, they all greeted him , There was also a voice of exclamation: "Come and see!"

"Oh, it really is a sacred tree, and a person grew out of it."

Xu Huaiyu gnawed on the pancake and took a look. He was a Confucian scholar holding a jug and holding a sword in his arms, but his facial features had not yet developed, so he couldn't tell his appearance.But knowing that it was the spirit of benevolence protecting this side, he straightened his chest, tried his best to straighten his slightly rickety back, showed the majesty of the army, and squeezed through the crowd to the south of the city.

The strange story of Zhenjun Temple spread, many people met Xu Huaiyu in the temple, knew that he was Miao Zhu, and walked all the way to the south of the city, many people greeted him and exchanged a few words.

This also made Xu Huaiyu ask for directions, followed the address pointed out by the other party, all the way to Chengningfang, and asked if there was a new death in this workshop after finding the way.

"Oh, it's Xu Miaozhu, how do you know that the old Cheng's family in Chengningfang is dead?"

"Oh, last night his children ran to the temple late at night to pray to Zhenjun. They were crying and didn't ask questions. They didn't feel at ease this early in the morning, so they came to have a look."

"Miao Zhu is really warm-hearted."

The person who was asked was an old man from a tea stall. After setting out several pottery bowls and pouring a bowl of herbal tea to Xu Huaiyu, he sat down at the table with his sleeves folded and said to an alley not far away: " The pillars of that family have collapsed. The old Cheng’s family was doing well before. The man endured hardships and could earn some money. Alas, the hemp rope is only picky and broken. Bad luck only finds poor people. A month ago, old Cheng got a cough. I saw the doctor and said there was no problem. I picked up the medicine and went back to take it, but it might not be good. I lost energy day by day, and I couldn’t do any work. When I exerted myself, I kept coughing, and once I even coughed up blood. .”

The old man of the tea stall has set up a stall here all the year round, and he knows most of the things here, "His children are also well-behaved and sensible. Why did God choose this family? It's really shameful. During the day yesterday, Lao Cheng was still I came out and said hello to the old man, but who would have thought that he would disappear in one night, and the crying of Lao Cheng's mother-in-law was so sad, all the neighbors around heard it, and those who heard it wept."

Xu Huaiyu picked up the herbal tea and took a sip. All these things sounded ordinary. He had a lung disease, so he really couldn't work. The lung disease was so deep that he couldn't breathe. He might have held his breath and died in his sleep.

It's normal for the child to be sad and angry, but why did Zhenjun ask him to investigate?
At this time, more and more people were walking on the street. Some people heard that the old Cheng died, and they went to commemorate and comfort the family of the deceased. The more people gathered, some came to drink tea. One of the old men happened to hear Xu Huaiyu and The old man at the tea stall sighed, shook his head and said:

"Last night, I also heard Cheng's daughter-in-law crying, but I always found it strange... As the saying goes: worry when you are sick, fear when you are dying, and mourn when you are dead."

Xu Huaiyu looked majestic, and arched his hands heavily: "Please, old gentleman, please speak more plainly."

The old man at the tea stall also nodded in agreement.

"Hehe, the truth is actually quite simple." The old man stroked his beard and smiled and said, "What would you do if you learned that your relatives were seriously ill? Weeping in sorrow? If you heard that your relatives were about to die, the feeling of facing death would It makes people choke with fear, and only mourns and howls after death, but last night when I was reading the classics at night, I heard the cry of the daughter-in-law of the Cheng family first, which is a bit wrong."

"The old man thinks it's wrong, why don't you report it to the officials?" Someone asked.

"This old man is just guessing. If he dies of lung disease, wouldn't this old man lie to the government, and he will be punished."

It turned out to be a guess, thinking that he had met an expert, so Xu Huaiyu cupped his hands, stayed at the tea stand for a while, paid for the tea, and then walked straight to the alley. A white lantern was hung in front of Cheng's house, and the building was completed. After leaving the mourning hall, the corpse was parked in the main room. It should be Lao Cheng's daughter-in-law, dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, kneeling at the entrance of the main room, weeping and burning paper money with the boy.

Xu Huaiyu squeezed through the neighbors who were watching the excitement, bowed his hands to the mother and son, and said that he was the real emperor, and he could do some rituals for Lao Cheng. Of course, he was just talking, in order to take a closer look. .

He has been in the army for many years, and he is particularly sensitive to the smell of blood. As soon as he gets close, he can smell a faint smell of blood.

Not surprisingly, the woman over there rejected Xu Huaiyu, and the latter did not bother. He glanced at the boy who had been hanging his head and kept silent, then quit Cheng's house, returned to Zhenjun Temple, and stayed in the house. Take out the pen and ink, write the whole story of today's inspection, and burn it behind the ancestral hall.

In the statue, Chen Yuan opened her eyes, and there was a faint golden light blooming at the bottom of her eyes.

He probably already knew the contents of the paper. He waited until the sky fell and the pilgrims left, and the sound of the Dharma reverberated in the ancestral hall.

"Wang Zhaoyuan!"

"exist."

The dark wind blows outside the ancestral hall, and the slender figure lingering in the shadows kneels in front of the threshold.

"Go to Chengningfang and bring the soul of the new dead to me."

"Yes."

Outside, the slender figure lowered its head, and instantly turned into a cloud of blue smoke, drifting away into the night.

……

The beating sound of bang bang resounded ethereally in the street. In the thin mist, when the cloudy wind rolled the water mist and drifted to South Street, the crying in the small courtyard of Cheng's family in Chengningfang stopped.

A sneaky figure descended over the courtyard wall, kicked away the yellow dog that was about to bark, and groped along the base of the wall for the lighted window lattice.

Passing by the middle hall, he took a look at the miserable mourning hall, and then took a sip.

Then he quietly came behind the window lattice and knocked rhythmically a few times.

squeak~~
The door opened, and a slender figure appeared in the room. Looking at the figure outside the door, he cursed: "Damn, you still know how to come." Immediately, she stretched out her white and tender arms, and pulled the man outside into the room.

Soon, the violent movement inside stopped for a while.

The man's voice said: "No one found anything during the day today, right?"

"I also said that my concubine was alone, and many people saw jokes... But to be honest, the temple blessings from Zhenjun Temple suddenly came, which surprised me. Recently, I heard that Zhenjun Temple There is a spirit, and a big tree grows for no reason. In case, the temple will see something... Are you afraid? If the dead ghost goes to the city god to complain, will there be ghost messengers to arrest us?"

Under the curtain of the bed, the woman leaned against the man's arms, looking at the oil lamp on the table with a worried expression on her face.The man behind her didn't care, he played with the woman's chest and hummed provocatively.

"What are you afraid of? I have been instructed by an expert, and I have a few tricks. Then I am an ordinary person. I have seen it today. As for your dead ghost, don't even try to sue the city god. His soul can't come out. of."

The woman beat him coquettishly.

"It turns out that you are just outside, seeing how tired I am today, how can you feel better?"

"Isn't this to make up for you?" The man held her hand on his chest and rubbed it. After a while, he thought of something, and said softly, "We want to stay together forever. I'm afraid there is one more thing to do. That kid of yours doesn't matter, if one day you find out about us, let alone report to the officials, if you secretly drug us to death, you will be wronged."

The woman looked at him in silence for a moment, then looked at the door and nodded slowly.

"The concubine listens to you."

woohoo~~
At this moment, a gust of wind blew up in the courtyard outside.

　This story is adapted from the derogatory chapter of "Youyang Miscellaneous Zu".

　　Of course a bunch of changes were made.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)