Chapter 56

Her sister-in-law's wallet was sent back by Zhou zefa, an anonymous courier.

Well,

the charge is paid on arrival.

There were two thousand yuan in it. Zhou zeshun came down. Anyway, this girl has a lot of pocket money. Let's help her find the hard money for her purse. Zhou Ze thinks that his fee is reasonable.

Then the next day, Zhou Ze saw that his sister-in-law had sent a circle of friends:

"this thief has good professional ethics. He stole my wallet but sent back all my cards and certificates. This society is still a good one."

Zhou Ze looked at this circle of friends and was silent for a while.

forget it, silly girl is better to continue to be silly. A fool has a blessing.

Bai Yingying secretly sent the video U disk with the head and tail deleted to the elder sister of the middle-aged man, who went to the police station to report the case on the same day. A few days later, the local police official microblog also released the news.

This incident also caused a lot of waves. Many people denounced the girl's shamelessness and heartlessness, but the heat was totally incomparable with the original incident.

And now scolds this girl's person, at the beginning estimated also scolded that teacher "the clothing is a beast".

In a word, the days passed so peacefully and quietly. Business was still cold. Bai Yingying became more addicted to the Internet and made rapid progress. He began to gradually become addicted to online games. He could watch a copy of the strategy for a long time every day when he sat there.

A girl who is addicted to Internet.

At dusk, eating at Xu Qinglang's place as usual, accompanied by Xu Qinglang's newly developed caomi juice,

Zhou Ze felt that he could taste something slowly when eating.

After dinner, Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang shared a cigarette as usual.

Xu Qinglang holds his mobile phone and brushes his micro blog. It's leisurely.

Zhou Ze found that Xu Qinglang's hotel business has been getting colder and colder recently, and there are fewer and fewer take away boys. Of course, this is not the reason for the business depression and the decline of Xu Qinglang's reputation, but because the man in front of him is getting lazier and lazier.

But according to Xu Qinglang, the problem is Zhou Ze.

How could he keep his balance when he was busy from dawn to dusk and sat in the bookstore next door?

Please, he's a man with more than 20 Suites!

Why hasn't the poor guy next door had a good time?

So he should also have a good life, enjoy it and rest it.

It's degenerate.

Zhou Ze sighed in his heart.

"Hey, there are so many strange things on the east side recently." Xu Qinglang said with a puff of smoke. The eastern part of

is located in the east of Tongcheng city. It is slightly off the center of the city. Confucious'temple and Town God's Temple are there, and on weekdays they are more lively.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Ze asked, shaking his ashes.

"Look at this one. Someone tweeted that last night when I was passing by the Confucian temple, I saw a few fans of cosplay, who were playing ancient costume. When I went to say hello, I found that people suddenly disappeared."

"There's another one here, saying that when I took my parents for dinner and a walk in the woods behind Wenmiao street, I saw someone there reciting poems to make a right."

"Another one, a driver's microblog, said that when driving past the Confucian temple, he heard many people crying on the side of the road."

Confucian temple?

Zhou Ze frowns slightly. It seems that he has something to do with it.

"However, these things made the Confucian temple fire again. It is said that there have been more people going to burn incense recently. They all say that it has changed." Xu Qinglang said with emotion.

"Ha ha." Zhou Zesi measured his own affairs.

"It should not be. Confucian temples are all places where Confucian sages are. It's impossible for ghosts to go there alone." Said Xu Qinglang.

"There should be, but there might have been someone in charge of them before." Zhou Ze said.

"And now? What's the matter with their people? "

"Killed by me."

“…………” Xu Qinglang.

At night, Zhou Ze and Bai Yingying came to the Confucian temple together.

Last time, Zhou Ze beat the old dwarf to death here. Then he clapped his sleeve and left without taking half the cloud away.

But according to some recent events, it is clear that without the control of the old dwarfs, the dead souls of the scholars who used to serve as the honor guard began to gradually get restless and release themselves.

Zhou Ze is a ghost. He should have been in charge of this, not to mention that he killed the old dwarf. It's really his turn to clean up the mess.

"Boss, these ghosts can't become a big climate. They will disappear in two months. They used to be supported by the Confucian temple system. They don't make trouble, and the ghost guard just turns a blind eye and doesn't care.

Now they have lost their shackles. After a few days of jumping and venting their sorrows, those who should go to hell will go to hell. "The white warbler and the warbler have the words and deeds of Lady Bai. In fact, they are more transparent about these ghosts and gods than Zhou Ze.

"If you don't look at the situation here, you can't let it go. It's better to take it away." Zhou Ze looks for the dead soul of the scholar who lingers nearby.

Those who can't get their reputation and have suffered setbacks on their way to study, many of them came to the Confucian temple with great indignation. Since then, they have been led by Qiji and become the "honor guard" of the Confucian temple.

Of course, there must be other people who make up the numbers, not all of them are so-called scholars. After all, when the woods are big, there will be all kinds of birds.

Li Baojia wrote in the sixth chapter of his "history of civilization" in the Qing Dynasty:

"three years can't be accomplished. Whether they have this or not, they can ignore him. "

But what Zhou Ze worries about is that if there are other things in it that are also "free", it is likely to come up with something. If there is something really wrong, he will certainly have to take part of the responsibility in the end.

It's just that it's quiet tonight. Zhou Ze smokes half a pack of cigarettes. The white warbler just lies on the grass and squints. He can't see a ghost.

When he was impatient, Zhou Ze stretched out his hand to take a picture of the plump and round position of the white warbler, and watched the meat wave rolling, he said:

"shout twice, and bring those ghosts out."

Bai Yingying turns a white eye to Zhou Ze, apparently neglecting this, getting along for a long time. Bai Yingying also touches some of Zhou Ze's personality habits, and dares to hold the shelf properly so that Zhou Ze won't be disgusted.

"The world is like a dream. One sprinkles the moon on the river. It's true that things are different."

A man's voice came from behind the tree.

Then, a man in boots and official robes came out. He had a long beard, a square face and a straight figure. He was an official at first sight.

No, it seems that he was an official before his death.

And he had a long whip behind his head.

Bai Yingying slowly stood up, looked at the man in front of him, and then said in surprise:

"boss, how can I say that I haven't seen the dead souls of those scholars tonight, and they have all been swallowed by him!"

Zhou Ze also saw that the man looked magnificent, but in his stomach, you can see a lot of small light spots, which should be the dead souls of the scholars he swallowed.

"Ho Ho, the prime minister's belly is good to hold a boat. I'm not the prime minister, but it's no problem that he once paid tribute to Jiuqing. With this belly, he could put down these imperial examinations and settle down."

"Come on, it's just you. Go down."

Zhou Ze is going to open the door of hell and catch this guy.

The other side swallowed a lot of dead souls of scholars. It seems that the spirit of spirit is really good. It's better than those dead souls who often go to their own bookstores to read books.

But it's not enough for Zhou Ze to fear.

It's all ghosts. It's really different whether there is a body or not.

And I have nails.

"Are you a local ghost?" The man looked at Zhou Ze and said with reserve, "it's the ability to sit at the same level as his official."

"Oh, it's not a small tone. The Qing Dynasty is dead?"

The white warbler mocked.

"When a man talks, do you have the right to interrupt your wife? Get back from my office." The man exclaimed with dignity.

The white warbler pinched his knuckles and made a crisp sound.

The man looked at Zhou Ze, who was going to open the hell door on the other side, and said:

"this poor man, I have a reputation in my office, and I once held a bull's ear. Even if I want to be sent down, I shouldn't be so casual, right?

Moreover, I met a magistrate of the underworld before my death, who said that I would die on March 19, Jiashen.

My official was trembling and terrified for a long time, and finally survived that day. But after that day, my official did not die.

It's enough to see that I'm lucky enough to join in. Even the rules of hell are not used in my office. So I advise you not to waste your time.

When the tour of my hometown is over, if I want to go down, I will go down naturally. Maybe after I go down, I can get a job as a supervisor. If I meet you in the future, you have to kneel down to salute me and respectfully call out an adult. "

"You really owe me a lot." The white warbler said with a smile.

"No, it shows that his hometown is simple, or he will be killed if he doesn't grow up at all."

"How could it be? Hum, I don't want to talk with you about the benefits. I didn't say anything falsely. If you plan to forcibly escort me to hell, you should be ready to get married.

The magistrates of the division of the underworld are unable to determine the period of death of their own officials, let alone your little ghost job? "

Zhou Ze is not eager to open the door of hell. He only thinks that this man is very interesting. Moreover, to be honest, modern ghosts are nothing strange, but ancient ghosts,It's rare.

It is often said that precious cultural relics are historical records. The one in front of us is the real historical repeater.

"You have braids on the back of your head, but you're not wearing official clothes of the Qing Dynasty." After a close look, Zhou Ze continued: "it should be the official uniform of the Ming Dynasty.

No, you just said that you once worshipped Jiuqing, but the official uniform of the Ming Dynasty is not that of Jiuqing, but that of a low-grade official. "

When the man heard this, he said proudly, "I am an official in two dynasties. I am the former imperial historian and the later Jiuqing. I have a very good official name for the benefit of the people.

As for the clothes my official wears, do you have the right to put your beak on? "

Zhou Ze took out his mobile phone, typed in "March 19, Jiashen", checked it, and then laughed: "br >

" that judge is right. You really should have died on March 19, Jiashen. "

"Nonsense. I didn't die on that day. I am the last one to die. I have a beautiful posthumous title!" Said the man disdainfully.

"You should have died that day, really." Zhou Ze repeated, then smiled sarcastically, "but you didn't die with thick skin."

"Nonsense!" The man waved his sleeves, "I don't know what to say!"

"If you think about what day it is on March 19, Jiashen, do you deserve to die?"

Zhou Ze accentuated his tone and shouted.

The man frowned slightly, as if he was thinking and remembering.

at last,

suddenly,

he shivered and looked at the Confucian temple behind him.

at this moment,

he finally understood why he would be detained in the Confucian temple when his soul returned to his hometown after his death, together with the imperial examination losers he was talking about For hundreds of years!

"Here This This... "

The man sat on the ground in a trance.

On March 19, Jiashen, it was the day of the fall of the Ming Dynasty, when Emperor Chongzhen hanged the coal mountain himself, and all the officials of the Ming Dynasty went from the king to the disaster.