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Chapter 148 The Magical Use of Lingzhu, Being an Evil Judge

Yu Chen's head was a little messed up.

The old man Wensheng's god is in the hands of his junior brother Zhao Weixian?

What kind of ghost story is this?
You know, when the body of the old Wen Sheng was sent up the mountain, after all, he was one of the three saints of the Great Xia, the people at the top of the pyramid, and the famous and respectable figures in Jinling all came.

At that time, Wen Sheng stood beside Yu Chen, looking at those big guys one by one.

Almost everyone has been suspected by him.

Whether it is Yang Lei, the commander of the prison, or the Shenwu King who guards the Mobei border pass, or even the state shepherd who has never practiced...

The old man Wen Sheng did not hesitate to speculate on them with the worst malice.

But unfortunately, I just never doubted Zhao Weixian, the dean of Hede Academy.

Even when he found out that Qing Huan had the same Wenqu Linggen as him, the old man immediately thought of sending him to Hede Academy.

It can be seen that in the heart of this literary sage, he has great trust in the Hede Academy controlled by Zhao Weixian.

But now, the reality is like a slap in the face, slapping his face, making his nose blue and face swollen.

——His brain, his mind, is actually in Zhao Weixian's hands?
For a moment, Shouling's room fell into silence.

It took a long time before Yu Chen frowned, and asked: "If... we mean if, if Dean Zhao really has something to do with your death, wouldn't Qing Huan be a sheep?"

"That's not enough." The old man Wen Sheng shook his head and said, "Although the old man doesn't know why the old man's god is in his hands, he won't be able to kill a genius with Wenqu spiritual roots—even if this disciple is The old man pushed it over."

Yu Chen: "..."

After thinking about it, too.

At this moment, Qinghuan is like a blank sheet of paper, and possesses such a terrible talent as Wenqu Linggen. As long as she is not a short-sighted, jealous villain, Zhao Weixian should not be against her.

After discussing for a long time, the old man Wen Sheng returned to the judge's hall, while Yu Chen washed up and sat on the bed to practice.

As for Wen Sheng's old man Shen Tiao.

We have to think about the long term.

Anyway, it's impossible for Yu Chen to snatch it from Zhao Weixian right now, right?

That is a great Confucian in the Divine Realm. Although he is not as good as the literary sage in his heyday, it is easy to handle him, a little guy who opens the sea.

So, everything is imaginary, and the most important thing is to have your own skills.

Thinking in this way, Yu Chen took out the few spirit bahts that Wanshenglou had found for him earlier, drew a gourd in the same way, and inhaled it according to the usual method of absorbing the qi of heaven and earth.

Immediately, like a long whale sucking water, the mighty qi of heaven and earth contained in the spirit baht all burrowed into his body.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the remaining few spirit bahts were sucked up by him in the same way, turning into powder and scattered all over the ground.

Yu Chen himself couldn't help clicking his tongue.

In this quarter of an hour, the qi of heaven and earth provided by a few spirit bahts was equivalent to the sum of the qi of heaven and earth absorbed by him in continuous meditation for twelve hours!

No wonder this thing can be used as a common currency in the qi refining circle, not to mention being used to supplement the qi of heaven and earth in times of crisis, even if it is used for daily practice, it will get twice the result with half the effort!
Unfortunately, it is too expensive.

Although the ratio of gold to baht fluctuates every day, it is roughly one to one.

About one tael of gold can be exchanged for a one tael heavy spiritual baht.

That is to say, Yu Chen had already eaten a few taels of gold at that moment.

Converted into silver, it is dozens of taels.

You must know that in this ghost world, the Weishui Zhengde Chamber of Commerce only pays two taels of silver for the death of a worker.

And according to Wen Sheng, in the territory of Daxia, Lingzhu is a material that is more strictly controlled than iron and salt. If it is to be exchanged for gold, the legal way can only be exchanged in the government's bank - ask for exchange One must have the status of an officially recognized Qi refiner.

That is to say, you ordinary people, even if you have a lot of money, as long as you are not a qi refiner recognized by the government, you don't even want to exchange Lingzhu from the bank.

Of course, this is just a serious way, as for the unscrupulous ones... there are many more.

Thinking about it, Yu Chen looked at the sky outside the window, lay down, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Silent all night.

The next morning.

The industrious mausoleum guard got up from the bed, cooked a bowl of porridge, drank it, emptied the Wuzang Temple, and moved a small bench to sit outside the house. Seeing that no one came up for a while, he released a paper doll , Cleaned up the inside and outside of the cemetery.

Not long after, a funeral procession came up the mountain.

The family members wore sackcloth and filial piety and wept confusedly, the Taoist priests danced and danced and made a lot of money, and the coffin bearers relied on their strength to eat, and they just wanted to finish the work and go down the mountain.

But Yu Chen looked over and saw that there were no ghosts in the funeral procession, that is to say, the person in the coffin died with peace in his eyes and had no wish to be fulfilled.

After noon, two groups of mourners came back and forth. In one group, Taoist priests led the way, musicians played, firecrackers blared, and burnt paper was flying all over the sky.But the relatives who wore sackcloth and filial piety looked absent-minded, as if they just wanted to finish the job quickly.

But the other team was much simpler, Taoist priests were not invited, and the few men who carried the coffin were also uneven, shabby and shabby, but the children holding the tablets were crying profusely, with red eyes.

They come and they go.

The various states of the world are reflected in the calm eyes of the mausoleum guard on the bench.

No comment.

All in all, today, Wanjialing received three deceased persons, all of whom died with peace in their eyes, and none of them left a last wish.

At dusk, when the mausoleum was about to close, Yu Chen stood up and stretched himself.

Xin said that there should be no last wish for him to fulfill today.

Just about to go back to the house and fill in the five internal organs temple.

But just as he turned around, there was a sound of footsteps coming down the mountain.

Yu Chen turned his head and saw corpse collectors coming up the mountain one by one.

After a rough look, there were more than ten people.

Each person dragged a cart, which was covered with a white cloth, and under the cloth were human-shaped objects.

— corpse.

At the same time, the ghosts, whose feet did not touch the ground, also followed in step.

The face full of pain was full of resentment and anger.

Yu Chen looked at it and counted it, there were seven or eight ghosts!
Surprised!
This is a big job!

greeted.

Just about to say hello to these familiar corpse collectors!

I heard a few people scolding from a long distance away, spitting while scolding!

"I'm a goddamn ghost judge! I thought this guy was a chivalrous person! I'm blind!"

"Who said it wasn't? We even went to buy the same Facebook make-up for the kids at home! We burned it when we got back!"

"Bah, bah, bah! I thought he was a good person! I didn't expect him to be a scumbag!"

"..."

The loud cursing sound directly made Yu Chen feel numb!

What's wrong with me?

You guys came up a few days ago and shared the candy Qing Huan brought up!

Why are you so anxious?

But immediately, he reacted.

its not right.

Although these collectors knew him, they didn't know that he was the well-known judge of ghosts and gods!
So what they scolded was not Yu Chen, the mausoleum guard, but the judge of ghosts and gods who wore Sen Luo's facial makeup!
But even so... it's not right!
Although Yu Chen's judgment on the judge's style was mixed, but ever since the incident of the obscene demon and Houtu Guan practitioner, these corpse collectors have said in Yu Chen's face, saying that the ghost, god, judge and chivalrous man The big ones will eliminate harm for the people!

How could you be scolding after all the hard work?
"It's little brother Yu Chen!"

When the corpse collectors saw Yu Chen, they also fell silent, adjusted their expressions, showing regret: "It's late at night, I'm here to trouble you again."

Yu Chen waved his hand, indicating that it's okay, and then asked them why they scolded so anxiously just now.

When the corpse collectors heard this, they became angry again.

It's inhumane to say that the hide-and-seek rat wearing the judge's face did those absurd things last night!

He deserves to die!

He should have a baby without an ass hole!

Yu Chen: "...?"

Damn, he quietly absorbed Lingzhu in Wanjialing by himself last night, why is he so inhuman?

Are you from the Lingzhu Protection Association?
He asked again, and the leader of the corpse collector sighed, and said, "Little brother Yu Chen, do you know Mr. Zheng from Huanqing Street in Fuze City?

do not know?It doesn't matter if you don't know, you just know he's a nice guy anyway.

Although the family is rich, it doesn't have the airs of those nouveau riche at all, and it's not the same as those profiteers who want to suck out the bone marrow of the common people!
Then Mr. Zheng is a good man recognized by our Wanmin City - during the food disaster a few years ago, he spent almost half of his family money to help the victims!
Little brother Yu Chen, tell me, doesn't this kind of person deserve a long life? "

Yu Chen nodded, only wanting to hear from him.

"But guess what?"

The corpse collector gasped:

"--died!"

"Just last night, in the dead of night, Mr. Zheng's family of more than ten members died cleanly. The gold, silver and jewels in the house were completely looted! Nothing left!
You said that even if this is for money, there is no need to kill them all, right?Anyway, leave a way for people to survive!

But the bad guy who was struck by lightning that day just killed the door of someone's house, not letting go of the two infants!
This kind of guy, little brother Yu Chen, do you think he deserves to die! "

Yu Chen nodded subconsciously: "Damn... wait! What does this have to do with the judge of the underworld you are talking about?"

"Pooh!"

The corpse collector spat:
"He deserves to be called a judge? He is a robber! Last night, he slaughtered all ten members of Mr. Zheng's family! He didn't even leave the bodies of the two dogs raised by Mr. Zheng's mother!"
He thought he was doing everything flawlessly, but he didn't realize that everything was clearly seen by the neighbor who woke up in the middle of the night - saw him walk out of Mr. Zheng's house covered in blood with his own eyes!

Black and white opera robes, the judge's facial makeup, little brother Yu Chen, tell me, who else could it be besides him? ! "

Yu Chen slowly made a question mark.

Ghost judge, did you rob and murder last night?
What about myself?
It's broken, it's a stand-in!
(End of this chapter)