Legend of Shangxian

Jiang Fan strained his ears to pay attention to the sound outside the building, and naturally several people in the room heard it too, but with different expressions.

There seemed to be a lot of people gathered outside the building, and the voices changed from the initial soft discussion to noisy, as if they were arguing about something, almost wanting to fight, the situation was different from the crowd watching Jiang Fan before.

Yuan Jiu smacked his lips, and opened the folding fan with a snap, "Really, these poor ghosts can't leave people for a moment." Apologizing to Jiang Fan and Jiang Hao, "I'll come as soon as I go."

Yuan Jiu walked away briskly, not as if he had encountered a difficult matter, but rather as if he had waited for a long time and jumped for joy, with a look of "here we are at last".

Yuan Jiushi hurriedly went downstairs, and the remaining three were silent for a moment.

Jiang Fan peeked at Jiang Hao, saw his cheeks were tense, knew that his brother-in-law was angry, and quietly pushed a cup of tea to his hand.

Jiang Hao glanced at the Tea Gu, then at Jiang Fan.Jiang Fan didn't know what he did wrong again, so he shrank back/body.

Seeing their mood, Jiang Fu hummed lightly under his nose, stood up and paced.

Jiang Hao was originally a person who asked three sentences and answered one sentence, but now he doesn't say a word.Yuan Fu was also impatient, he seemed to treat them as guests, but in fact no one looked down upon them.If you are angry, you will be angry, let him go, and don't pay attention to it at all.

Jiang Fan looked at this and then at that, thinking he was annoying, so he lowered his eyes and didn't say a word.

Yuan Fu's statement just now seems to be reasonable, but it is not entirely true.

The accounts of grievances and grievances in the world are recorded in every stroke, and they cannot be escaped or laid off.For things like karma, there is no more in a day and no less at the same time. The number may increase or decrease, but it is just a debt to be paid in the next life in this life.

It has long been doomed in the Six Paths of Reincarnation, neither is it a peerless talent who is rich and powerful, nor is he a nobleman who can turn things around, how can he escape punishment?How can there be reincarnation without grievances?

What is a small employee, or a local tyrant with a few spare cash?Even if it is a first-rank official, it depends on his character, his cultivation level, and his accumulated blessings.If the calculation is offset, even if the luck is mediocre, he will still be an official in the next life.

There are many middle-aged people and few masters, and it is even rarer to find masters who have a clear and unique character and do not act violently.Treacherous and evil, their own punishment.In the Spring and Autumn Period, Bai Qikeng killed the captives and died in despair.Hundreds of years later, a cow was struck to death by lightning in the field, and the inscription "Bai Qi" still remained on its belly.It can be seen that if the retribution of the present world cannot offset the crime, it will take several lifetimes of blessings to repay it, how can it be a miserable word?

The law of the yang world is different from the law of the underworld. Murder is not only a death penalty, but the crime of the mastermind is doubled.If the children and grandchildren of the family lose money, and the wife and concubine steal someone, it is considered a kind of retribution, and the punishment for retribution in this life will be reduced by a certain amount.The internal and middle conversion rules have both legal and reasonable principles. The organs and ways cannot be repeated in one sentence, and the laws of the underworld that restrain ghost servants are not something that a layman can understand.

Jiang Fan felt that this Yuan Fu didn't know anything, and he was irritating and unreasonable.Outsiders should not care about world affairs, first clear away distracting thoughts and then earnestly practice. It is a big taboo to just go around in the world of mortals and come and go in one's temperament.

Yuan Fu stood there proudly, who did he think he was?Not to mention him, even if the ghost judge holds the pen and uses the abacus to calculate, he can't be sure that the pen is correct, so he can make the world fair?No increase or decrease in compensation?Even if there is a blessing, it is still a preposterous statement.The well-being that is sought after is as thin as gauze, and it bursts with a puff when you take a breath.

The two of them don't look like the Xiuxiu people in the middle of the balance, but the toubob who have enclosed a piece of land.

Because Yuan Fu didn't want to see Jiang Fan, Jiang Fan also kept talking about him.

The three of them turned their minds to each other and secretly looked at each other.

Yuan Jiu came as soon as he said he would go, but he didn't turn around for a while.Jiang Hao didn't speak, and Yuan Fu didn't like to socialize. After sitting for a long time, he didn't accompany him anymore. At first, he was still pacing up and down the stairs, but he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

There were only two Jiang Fan and Jiang Hao left in the room, and Jiang Fan finally relaxed.The place where the face was scratched was aching, and the place where the beggar ghost hit seemed to be falling apart, and every bone seam was sore.

Jiang Fan was so weak that he wanted to get up, but he couldn't stand up even after propping up on the table for a few times, and was shaking dizzily.His legs were trembling, and the cups and plates on the table were rattling softly.

After Jiang Fu left, Jiang Hao got up and paced back and forth in the building, looking around seemingly unintentionally, but in fact he had already checked everything in detail.The eyes are full of pictures of auspicious clouds inlaid with dragon patterns, and the incense burner holding incense ash is also inlaid with cat's eyes.

Sensing something strange about Jiang Fan, Jiang Hao came over and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Jiang Hao, help me up."

Jiang Hao looked at him coldly for a while, and he really helped him. Jiang Fan couldn't stand still, and leaned crookedly on his shoulder, "Yuan Jiu has a problem."

Jiang Hao turned away from Jiang Fan's face and looked at it carefully. Jiang Fan's smile was uglier than crying, and he grinned and complained, "He sucked my energy just now."

The expression on Jiang Hao's face twitched for a moment, and he became numb again in an instant.

"Fool." Jiang Hao held Jiang Fan's chin and let him breathe.

Jiang Hao's Qi is full of vigor and strength, and Jiang Fan can clear his ears and eyesight after adjusting his breath.

The sound outside was louder and louder, like a discussion that suddenly increased, but Yuan Jiu couldn't hear the slightest sound.Curious, Jiang Fan held Jiang Hao's hand, and the two came out hand in hand, looking down at the fence.

It seems that a religious ceremony is being held below, and a high platform has been built, which is more than three feet above the ground.Jiang Fan leaned on the railing and leaned out most of his body. Right below him was the ring. Zhao Zhouwen stood alone in the center of the stage. Dark ghosts gathered on three sides of the stage.

Yuan Jiu was also there. He was sitting in a high chair on the sidelines, with a lack of interest on his face, staring at a certain point in mid-air, and opened his mouth to yawn.There was a pair of half-new and not old teacups on the table, Yuan Jiu sometimes held them up to his mouth, and sometimes used the tea lid to gently pull the floating leaves, and did not drink.

On the table supported by the bloody red carpet, there is a dark pattern of double dragons playing beads. Zhao Zhouwen stepped on the center of the beads, with his head down and his hands at his sides, like a prisoner in white clothes with a name tag stuck behind his neck on the beheading platform. , Waiting for the order at [-]:[-] noon, the Zhanzi was looking forward to and afraid, his expression was dull and lifeless, but his body was trembling uncontrollably.

Jiang Fan is very sensitive to the oppressive breath before death, this smell is emitted by the dead.

People live by breath, when Qi is deficient, ghosts will invade, and if Yang Qi is strong, ghosts will stay away.

Zhao Zhouwen, who was originally a dead soul, exuded this kind of aura, which was not a good sign.It seems that even the body shape is a little lighter than others, and it is obviously not far from the disappearance of the soul.Even Yuan Jiu looked at him with critical eyes, gouging him out from time to time, with complaints and dissatisfaction.

Jiang Hao frowned, seeing Zhao Zhouwen, a familiar sadness rose in his heart.

And Jiang Fan also turned his head slightly. Hundreds of years ago, he also watched someone become thinner, and the shadow was light and blurred.

In fact, it's been so long that Jiang Fan can't even remember what that person looked like.

Next to the empty field hangs an eight-foot-high flagpole, made of purple bamboo, thick and wide, strong and powerful.A few ghost slaves in the shape of servants were busy there.

Yuan Fu was nowhere to be seen, but Yuan Jiu was sitting on a chair with his feet on the horizontal brackets. He was really bored, so he took a toothpick in his hand and quietly shaved his teeth. Scan the bottom mentally.As far as he looked, the voice of the discussion gradually died down.

This scene makes me feel flustered, especially since I can't see Yuan Fu.

There was a sudden roar from the crowd, and then the waves rose higher and higher. Someone pointed to the sky, only to see dark clouds rolling in the sky, with Dao Xiangguang faintly sandwiched in it.Jiang Fan saw a mass of things running towards this side.

Different spirits have different auras, and the mist that appears is also different.The same black clouds were rolling in, and the demon would not see this kind of light inside. Jiang Fan still couldn't see its origin, but Jiang Hao, who often catches demons, let out a gasp.

When the black cloud gradually approached, Jiang Fan saw that there was a blue light wrapped around the thick smoke, and there was a person standing in the center of the blue light.It was Yuan Fu, who came with a personal flying general.

Yuan Fu's speed was extremely fast, he stepped down in a short time, kicked Yun Duo away, threw the person under charge on the ring, and sat down on the spot.This movement was done in one go, as fast as lightning.If he hadn't been staring at him closely, Jiang Fan wouldn't have been able to tell.

The ghosts around the stage were silent, not daring to make a sound. In their view, Yuan Fu was more terrifying than Yuan Jiu.Just now, I only heard the wind blowing in my ears, and it was a ray of light hitting the stage. When I regained my senses, I found that Yuan Fu was sitting beside Yuan Jiu calmly.

Kneeling and prostrating, Yuan Fu curled up his mouth and said disdainfully, "Ignorant little people." After all, he was still proud of himself.

Yuan Jiu handed over a bowl of tea with a smile, Yuan Fu was not polite, just took a sip of his hand, "The tea is cold."

Turning his head to look at the tired one, he sneered and sneered, "He actually wanted to run."

Yuan Jiu unfolded the paper fan and covered his mouth with a chuckle, "Where can he go in our land? It's just a waste of effort."

Yuan Fu sneered and looked at the person on the ground.

The man on the ground shrugged his shoulders and trembled. After a while, he shrank his neck and looked up a little bit. He looked down cautiously. Seeing a group of ghosts shaking faintly, he screamed in fright, and immediately poured water from below.

Seeing that he was so useless, the onlookers started booing together.The man was so frightened that he arched back on the ground. Three ropes were tied to his body, and he was tied like a palm. The flesh on his body was strangled with horizontal stripes, and he was bouncing up and down as he trembled.

At this time, Zhao Zhouwen who was standing aside suddenly sighed.He asked him hoarsely, "Hu Jingwei, do you still recognize me?"

The person called Hu Jingwei felt that the voice was very familiar. He slowly raised his head to look up, thought about it for a while, and squeezed out a smile.

"Hey, you really didn't recognize me. I'm Zhao Zhouwen."

Hu Jingwei suddenly realized, and immediately mobilized the expression on his face, suddenly remembered that this person had been dead for nearly 50 years, and couldn't help but froze.Then he thought that he was dead too, and it was not surprising to see a ghost, so he relaxed a little, "Brother Zhao, where is this? Why are you here?"

Zhao Zhouwen shook his head and sighed, "I didn't expect you to live such a long life. You died at the age of 109."

Hu Jingwei felt that this was not very pleasant to say. The two were neighbors back then, and the courtyard of Zhao Zhouwen's house was facing the back door of Hu Jingwei's house.

Hu Jingwei was a wealthy local man, and he took care of this lonely and helpless old man a lot. One year after the Mid-Autumn Festival, he specially invited several lonely old people around him, including Zhao Zhouwen.

When he was alive, this person was quite polite to him, but now he is dead and pretends to be like this, which makes people feel dissatisfied.The two of them were of different clans and races, Hu Jingwei felt that he had never been mean to Zhao Zhouwen, so he kept his face sullen and kept silent.

After all, Hu Jingwei is a person who has experienced the world. Of course, he was not afraid of offending Zhao Zhouwen when he was alive. Now that he is dead and unfamiliar with the place, he is the only one who knows him, so it is not good to turn his face over such a trivial matter. "Brother Zhao, have you been here all this time?"

"Yeah, I've been waiting for you here."

Hearing these words, Hu Jingwei was horrified, "Wait for me? How should I say it?"

"This is the execution ground. You came here to pay off your debts." Yuan Jiu frowned impatiently, standing on the sidelines and yelling.

Zhao Zhouwen bowed his waist and slowly rubbed against Hu Jingwei's ear, "I'll wait for you to come down for revenge. We have revenge for killing our son."

Hu Jingwei shivered in fright, "Are you kidding me? Zhao Zhouwen, are you confused? Your son died in a foreign land, and your grandson was killed by Bawang Zhou. What does it have to do with me? You don't look for the fault of that bully Zhou, you come to me do what?"

"Forget it, brother Zhao, I think we have misunderstood." Hu Jingwei half-kneeled up, put his knees on the ground, and hurriedly looked at their positions. It was the place where everyone's eyes were focused, and his heart was restless. Say more, let's get out of here first."

"You can't live without."

Hu Jingwei stared at Zhao Zhouwen.

Zhao Zhouwen said leisurely, "This is the execution ground where you should pay your debts. You must pay back what you have done."

"Execution ground? What execution ground? I have never harmed your son. To be honest, I don't even know whether your son is round or flat. How could I harm him?"

Zhao Zhouwen looked up to the sky and smiled, "Yeah, you didn't even know whether he was round or flat, so you dared to ask for his hands."

Zhao Zhouwen's words have a source. When he was still alive, the bully Zhou had sores on his mouth and tongue, and his whole body festered to death.Everyone said that he was retribution for rampaging in the village. His family was jealous of his strange death, and because his wives and concubines were fighting for property and land, they separated the yard and sold it to several families at a low price.

There was an old man in a family who was jealous of the mulberry tree in the yard, so they cut it down.

That night, Zhao Zhouwen dreamed that his grandson came with him. The grandson cried and complained about his miserable death, and begged him to dig up the bones in the dry well so that he could go to reincarnation.The son just bowed and kowtowed blindly, which meant that he could not be filial. Zhao Zhouwen felt strange when he saw him with his sleeves on the ground and kept his mouth shut.

After being woken up by the dream, he was in a hurry to find someone to pick up the corpse, and sure enough, he found a jar of ashes and bones in the dry well.

The bully Zhou was sent by heaven, and the incident was known to all neighbors, including Hu Jingwei.

"I didn't expect it to be you, until one year, I went to your house for a banquet. At that time, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I drank a few more glasses because of my injury. I ran into the warehouse by mistake and saw a candlestick made by a hand."

Hu Jingwei broke out in a cold sweat. He remembered the reason why he had a bad relationship with Zhao Zhouwen. There was a shocking secret hidden in the warehouse.That day when he led his servants to find Zhao Zhouwen, Zhao Zhouwen was holding the candlestick in a daze. At that time, he snatched it away. "It's made of thousand-year-old tree roots. Can you steal it?"

At that time, he only thought that Zhao Zhouwen had wronged him because of him, but he didn't expect that things in the world would be so coincidental.

"Although there is a broken finger on that hand, I recognize it as my son. My son has a severed palm with only one line on his palm, and he was injured when he was a child, so there is a scar on the back of his hand."

Hu Jingwei was so frightened that he was sweating coldly. He might really have done this.

Hu Jingwei was still childless in his forties. A traveling monk once did the calculation for him, saying that he had done too many evils and was destined to be childless.For this reason, Hu Jingwei vowed to do good deeds, built roads and bridges, and did not hesitate to do good deeds one ingot of gold and one ingot of gold. He spent a hundred gold, and a concubine in the concubine finally gave birth to a son.

Zhao Zhouwen was a few years older than Hu Jingwei, but Hu Jingwei's son was about the same age as his grandson. Hu Jingwei spent a lot of time trying to make his son famous, and finally sent him to Chang'an Linze Academy.Befriended classmates and was openly bullied.

Those few people were all the noble sons of the current court. When the master was giving a lecture, he rushed in openly, wielding a machete and an iron rod, and hacked and beat him like a slave.After finally saving his life, he almost became disabled. Seeing that he was not dead, the other party threatened to kill their whole family.

The Hu family only has some money, but they dare not confront each other head-on. Although Hu Jingwei is the one who suffers, he still goes door-to-door with gifts to pay compensation. Mediate in the middle of spring.

Eunuch Hao has a quirk, loves corpses, and said that he lacked a candlestick, so it would be good to make it by hand, and he specially looked at Hu Jingwei's hand, "It's really a master of both wealth and honor." Hu Jingwei was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, "Bai Jing is Bai Qing, It's a pity that I'm getting old and my skin is rough."

Hu Jingwei spared no effort to hold that hand while his liver was trembling, and happened to meet a waiter while eating in a restaurant, and thought that hand was pretty good, so he moved his mind.Knowing that he is a foreigner, he felt that there was an opportunity to take advantage of, and secretly planned to let the servants go to hook up with the running gambling house. After he owed a lot of debts, Hu Jingwei came forward to repay the debts for him, and only said that he needed a pair of hands as a thank-you gift .Otherwise, hack him to death on the spot.

That man was Zhao Zhouwen's son.

The son of the Zhao family has been in the pearl trade all year round, and his skin on his hands is much better than that of ordinary businessmen, even comparable to dignitaries.It's a pity that the craftsman knocked off a finger during the production, and the hand was still flawed, but fortunately, he asked for a pair of hands at that time, so he sent another exquisite workmanship.

Afraid that the waiter would leak the news, after giving him a sum of money, he poisoned him dumb.

Later, I was very busy with my son's affairs for a while, and almost spent all my family's wealth to keep the whole family safe. This little episode has long been forgotten.

Unexpected, now the retribution has arrived.

Hu Jingwei was sweating coldly, and he still defended himself, "This is none of my business. You should seek revenge from that Eunuch Hao. Your son's hand is still in his room."

"Man," Yuan Fu glanced at Yuan Jiu. "How about leaving you to grind your teeth?"

"Really?" Yuan Jiu hung his hands under his chin, looked at Yuan Fu with piercing eyes, and leaned forward with his upper body.

Yuan Fu smiled.

Yuan Jiu immediately jumped up and ordered loudly, "Come on, bring my millstone."

Not long after there was a creaking sound, a few ghosts pushed a big mill from the northwest corner, dragging their shoulders and pushing their hands, shouting one by one, and after a while, they pushed over.

Hu Jingwei screamed and was tied to the flagpole, hung upside down with his feet upside down, a cluster of flames were lit on the soles of his feet, his head was stuffed into the grinding disc, and every time the lower part was ground, the flagpole rose by a section, Hu Jingwei The soul of his body was connected into a thin and long piece, and the oil flowing out of the grinding tank was collected into a small cup.

The soles of the feet were scorching, and the flames gathered rapidly. When he finally got enough oil, Yuan Jiu put the oil cup on the flames and roasted it for moxibustion. The stench wafting from the oil cup was pungent and unpleasant.

All the ghosts blocked their nostrils with their sleeves, but Yuan Jiu leaned over and sucked a little bit.

Yuan Jiu ate this meal for a long time, and Hu Jingwei's wailing continued. Finally, the short middle part was left, and Yuan Jiu was satisfied and belched, "The rest, cut into slices and fried into stinky dry meat." , save me for tomorrow's dental festival."

Yuan Jiu gritted his teeth and walked in front of Zhao Zhouwen, "Okay, it's your turn. I have avenged you, how will you repay me?"

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