I have a volume of human scriptures

Chapter 157
Damn!

Of course damn it!

What Yu Chen believes in is to kill for life.

A tooth for a tooth, blood for blood.

——This is also where his bottom line coincides with the few laws of the court.

Who are the hundreds of families in Wangfu Township who provoked whom?
People live a good life, fishing, weaving, working, and keeping themselves safe.

Why was he suddenly caught and used flesh and blood to make alchemy.

——Returning his mother's practice failed.

Are you saying this is a human thing?

And the souls of the hundreds of families in Wangfu Township condensed together after death, turning into endless evil spirits, and after two or three days of obliteration of the rules of heaven and earth, they finally met Yu Chen.

A sea of ​​blood and deep hatred, death will not rest in peace!

Yu Chen knows all of this.

But the biggest problem is that wild fox face.

In the revolving lantern of hundreds of families in Wangfu Township, Yu Chen saw those men in black robes and masks, and the man who looked like a leader.

Although, some of them have cultivation bases, but most of them may only be at the sea level.

Yu Chen alone can handle them all in one pot.

But the point is, the face of the wild fox that appeared at the end was different.

Although this guy was in the revolving lantern of hundreds of families in Wangfu Township, he didn't make a move.

But Yu Chen had seen him in Zhang Weizhi's revolving lantern—with the strength of one person, he forcibly slaughtered the entire Houtu Temple in just half an hour!

Including Zhang Weizhi.

That's a low-grade spirit refiner!

All these things can only explain one thing, that Yehulian'er is at least a high-grade spirit refiner in the divine realm!

Granted, he was damned.

But Yu Chen, how can I make him die?
With sincerity?

After getting up and thinking about going, the young mausoleum guard walked out of the underworld, and tied up paper figurines in the mausoleum guard's room.

The old man Wensheng asked him what he was going to do.

Yu Chen just said that someone can do what he can't do.

After a while, just looking at the bamboo strips as the bones, the yellow paper as the body, the cinnabar outlines, and the black ink dots, a paper figurine took shape in his hands.

Yu Chen blew on the paper figurine.

Light smoke bursts, lifelike, and went out the door.

In the snowstorm of the night, stepping on the wind and snow, galloping down the mountain.

——At this moment, after Yu Chen cultivated Qi and entered Taoism and was promoted to Kaihai, the paper figurine is no longer a simple trick to blind the eyes.

Infused with the qi of heaven and earth, it can really turn decay into magic, possessing many miraculous features!
For example, right now, this paper figurine can even use Yu Chen's supernatural powers, but of course it can't compare to the power he can display himself.

No gossip.

The paper figurine walked all the way through the streets and alleys, and came straight to Chang'an City, outside the Superintendent's Office.

The two officers and soldiers, like green pine trees standing still in the wind and snow, stood at the door, motionless, like sculptures.

Yu Chen didn't talk too much nonsense, so he manipulated the paper figurines and went to the supervisory department.

The two officers and soldiers immediately stepped forward to stop them.

Yu Chen only said that he was an old friend of Siming Yang Lei, and he had something that he would give to Siming no matter what.

The two officers and soldiers were stunned for a moment, and took an envelope from Yu Chen. Although they were dubious, but it was related to Lord Si Ming, they still reported it.

In the supervisory department, late at night, Yang Lei was sitting behind the desk, which was piled with a pile of thick files.

At this moment, this dignified supervisor, Commander, looked tired and dull.

In the past few days, Yang Lei's entire head has been enlarged.

There are too many things.

First of all, the death of the old man Wensheng, although he said holy will, he was beheaded by His Majesty's order.

But Yang Lei and the old man Wen Sheng had known each other for a long time. Yang Lei dreamed of becoming a great Confucian when he was a child, and he went to visit the old man Wen Sheng who was in Jinling at that time as a teacher.

The result is self-evident, no success.

Otherwise, there would be no supervisory command today.

But because of this, Yang Wei and Wen Sheng were quite familiar, so he naturally didn't believe that Li Huan was the kind of person who would steal the so-called "secret treasure".

But when the imperial decree came down, the old man Wensheng didn't make any excuses, so he really let Wu Yong cut off his head with tears in his eyes.

Who do you ask to reason with this matter?

This is only the first trouble.

The second pile is the destruction of the Houtu Temple.

Overnight, a Taoist temple full of Qi practitioners was completely destroyed.

If it weren't for the photo stone left by the "judge" to prove that the Zheng family's extermination case was instigated by Damu Damu of Houtu Temple, and Yang Lei went to Wuyou Mountain in anger, I am afraid that Houtu Temple's destruction would not be discovered at some time.

In short, although Houtu Temple is not a good thing, their overnight destruction also made Yang Lei, who is the commander of Jinling Supervisor, a headache.

——He was in charge of the entire Jinling qi refining circle.

Now that a Taoist temple of thousands of people has been wiped out, he still hasn't been able to find the murderer, and anyone else will be in a hurry.

These two incidents were enough to cause Yang Lei to burn out.

But that's not all.

In the past two days, he took the time to read the investigation files of the floods on the Cang River a few days ago.

Also noticed something was wrong.

——This matter may be reasonable during the midsummer heat and flood tide.

But now it's freezing cold, the Cangjiang River has been flooded one after another, and the damn people are all next to villages and towns, which is too outrageous.

Moreover, the people from the supervisory department also detected the almost insignificant chaotic atmosphere of the energy of heaven and earth from the riverside where the incident happened.

In this way, it is not ruled out that these floods were also intentional.

……

A lot of bad things piled up one after another, and Yang Lei only felt a pain in his head.

Shaking his head, he took a deep breath, sucking all the icy wind and snow into his chest, and temporarily put it aside.

Then, he looked at the envelope presented by the goalkeeper just now.

Take it apart and see.

The expression on his face instantly stiffened.

As if frozen.

Just looking at the letter paper, there is nothing else at the beginning, just a little poem.

[One catty of sauced beef, two big steamed buns.All three meals are like this, and the four seasons do not change. 】

Judging by the standards of academy poetry, it can be said that it is the work of a child of a certain age, and it doesn't make sense.

But a long time ago, when Yang Lei was a child, when he hadn't started practicing swordsmanship, when he was still dreaming of a great Confucian, these few lines of poems were his masterpieces!

Even afraid of being stolen, no one said anything!
Only when I went to find that Wen Sheng to learn as a teacher, I just gave him a look at the old man!
In other words, only Wen Sheng and them know about this matter!
As for the old man Wensheng, it is impossible to tell others about his embarrassing stories.

But at this moment, this dark history has been uncovered again after decades.

Of course, this is not a problem.

The problem is that the old man Wensheng who knew about this is dead. His head was cut off, sewn up, and buried in Wanjialing.

It's dead to death!
That being the case, how did this poem come about?

Yang Lei suppressed his doubts and continued to look down.

But looking at it, it's even more scalp numb!

In the letter, it was clearly stated.

It was a man wearing a mask of a wild fox's face who killed the Houtu Guanmanmen.

Not only that, he not only destroyed Houtu Guanmanmen, but also did more evil things!
The people in Wangfu Township, which was destroyed by the Cangjiang flood, did not die because of the flood, but were taken away by the Yehulian'er and the others, and used to practice pills alive!
Their corpses were the pile of bones that the government had just discovered!

Even, the letter gave the address of those monsters who made alchemy.

There is no redundant nonsense, but everything is clearly stated.

The ins and outs are clearly understood.

Like telling a story.

Originally, Yang Lei probably wouldn't believe it.

But the poem at the beginning made him hesitant.

An absurd guess even rose in my heart.

——Could it be that old guy Li Huan...isn't dead?
Is this letter from him?
But it's not right!
The body whose head had been beheaded by the state capital Wu Yong was indeed Li Huan.

Moreover, he also witnessed the corpse being put into the coffin and buried.

But if Li Huan died, then who translated these little poems from decades ago?
Yang Lei's mind became even more chaotic.

Holding the letter, he went out the door.

Ask the officers and soldiers guarding the gate who sent the letter.

The two faltered, only saying that the man was covered in a large robe and hood, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but he claimed to be Yang Lei's old friend.

Without getting any clues, Yang Lei left and rushed to Zhou Mu's mansion overnight to find Wu Yong.

Show the letter to Zhou Mu, Wu Yong.

Master Zhou Mu also felt puzzled for a while.

Can't tell the truth from the fake.

The two discussed it for a long time before they made up their mind.

——Whether he is true or false, just look at it and you will know!

Although there is no evidence to watch death in Houtu, hundreds of families in Wangfu Township have become a pile of bones.

But the letter said where exactly is the place where "living people make alchemy".

True or false, you will know as soon as you go!
If there is really a demon in that place who used living people to make alchemy, it will prove that the letter is true.

If there were no traces of anything there, it would mean that the letter was a hoax.

After the decision was made, the two of them discussed again that it would be better to keep this operation a secret—just let Yang Wei take the qi practitioners from the supervisory department to go.

Otherwise, there will be a gathering of monsters there, and the officers and soldiers will be dispatched rashly, and under the great momentum, they may scare the snake.

Immediately, Yang Lei issued an order to dispatch troops and generals, and the entire supervisory department slowly started to operate.

At the end, Yang Yuren was about to leave the door, and suddenly turned his head and asked, "Lord Zhou Mu, the sinner Li Huan...is he really dead?"

When Zhou Mu heard this, he felt puzzled, but he still replied: "I beheaded the teacher's head with my own hands, and I can't do it falsely—but you also know that his spirit was no longer in his mind when I found him, and I have never seen the so-called secret treasure in the imperial decree."

At the end, the lord of a state laughed at himself: "Tsk, the holy will is like a sword...you can't resist it! I never dreamed that one day I would cut off my teacher's head with my own hands! If I had known this, I would not have embarked on this so-called official career!"

Yang Lei was silent, cupped his hands, and left.

The next morning.

On the Wanjia Mausoleum, Yu Chen woke up early, left a paper man in his own image to look at the grave, and then went down the mountain.

Drank a bowl of steaming porridge at a tea shop in the city, ate two big steamed buns with sauced meat, turned around and left the city.

A while later, the supervisor ordered Yang Wei to lead the team, and a group of supervisors also left the city through the wind and snow.

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