Chapter 58

The man was silent. At this moment, he was a little lost.

Zhou Ze thought that he would become a fierce ghost, just like the souls of the victims who were burned by the take away boys in his bookstore.

The existence of ghost, once turned into a fierce ghost, will completely condense the mind, will completely cut off the road of reincarnation, the only outcome is to disappear.

It's a bit like a person who takes more than 100 times the amount of stimulants in a short time, and then of course, he's high in the sky. Of course, after that, he's ready to collect the body.

However, this one in front of me seems a little calm.

Very lost, very confused, very helpless, also very entangled.

Looking back at the Confucian temple behind him, he sighed, "so, as a man who grew up reading the books of sages, in the eyes of sages, I am actually the same as those who failed in the imperial examination."

Originally, I thought I was unique. I thought I was lucky. Even the ghost judge couldn't judge my life style. Who knows, in the end, I just thought I was very high.

In fact, he should have thought about it for a long time. Otherwise, he could not have been detained here for hundreds of years. He was so ignorant all day long that he could not even have self-consciousness. He could only follow generations of watchmen around the Confucian temple.

The man looked at Zhou Ze and said, "do you think I deserve to die?"

Zhou Ze didn't answer.

"I have a good friend, surnamed Liu, who, after learning that the first emperor hanged himself in the coal mountain, led the whole family to follow the first emperor in the house."

The man said softly,

"the day before the accident, he had a granddaughter, who was only 13 years old, who secretly ran to my mansion to seek my shelter. Her mother was a concubine and wanted to give her a chance to have a life.

Then my old friend came to the door and picked up his granddaughter.

Finally, more than 20 people from all over the Liu family hanged themselves and died together. The little granddaughter was stabbed to death by a sword. She didn't want to die, but she died. "

The man smiled. "You think that's right?"

This time, instead of being silent, Zhou Ze said, "she doesn't deserve to die."

"Yes, she doesn't deserve to die, so I think it's life or death. Everyone has their own concerns. I know my family doesn't want to die, and my children don't want to die, so I have to bite my teeth and live.

I don't just live for myself. I have to live for them.

In addition, during my post in the later Dynasty, there were countless people alive, and many murders were reduced.

It's like Li Shimin knows that he is destined to leave indelible stains in history after he declared martial arts, so he is determined to be a good emperor of Ming Dynasty.

At that time, it was the same mentality.

I always feel that if I can do more good deeds and live more people, even if I can't die for my country, but I still have something useful to do for the benefit of the people of the country, it will make up for my own mistakes on the other hand. "

The man said a lot, obviously, he was not convinced.

Ancient scholars called themselves sage disciples because they read sage books and learned sage principles. But now it is clear that all the scholars in the Confucian temple beat him to be an unfilial child.

He was originally a Jiuqing official, but his treatment after death was the same as those who failed in the imperial examination and committed suicide in the Confucian temple.

This has shown the attitude of the saints.

Zhou Ze slowly squatted down and looked at the man in front of him. After thinking about it, he said: "I'm familiar with what you just said. A few years ago, someone said something similar to you.

His name is Wang Jixin.

At the time of national crisis, he became a traitor and worked for the tiger. His name is curvilinear salvation. "

The man opened his mouth slightly, trying to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

"If you have become the Jiuqing of the later Dynasty from the former imperial history, you will no longer have to make excuses for yourself.

The most essential reason is that the water is too cold. "

When the man heard the words, his face showed the color of shame and anger, and he stared at Zhou Ze angrily.

Zhou Zitan opens his hand, his fingernails grow out, and then pulls out the sign of the palm of his right hand, draws a circle, and the door of hell is opened.

"Please, what you want is a decent one. Go in by yourself.

If I do it myself, I'll lose even the last bit of decency. "

The man stood up and walked forward step by step. Before stepping into the door, he gave Zhou Ze a final look with a little profound eyes:

"do you think the water is cool?"

"Just have a clear conscience."

The man showed his pondering color, then shook his head. He didn't know whether he had figured it out or not, but he finally took that step and walked into the door.

With a wave of Zhou Ze's hand, the door dissipated and everything here ended.

It seems that we have to thank the official master for swallowing all the ghosts of the nearby scholars, which also saves Zhou Ze a lot of trouble.

"Boss, is this over?" "I thought you'd beat him up," said the corpse, disappointed"There's no point in fighting or not." Zhou Ze took a deep look at the Confucian temple not far in front of him, and said: "besides, the sages in the Confucian temple have kept him here for hundreds of years, and it's time to punish him."

"White Yingying Du Du mouth," it seems that the mud in the Confucian temple is still a little useful, not all blind

"Yes, they detain the dead soul of the former imperial guard here, because they think that the imperial guard is not their own disciple, they have done shameless things, lost their face and need to be punished.

They punished him,

then, the Dynasty changed, the Ming Dynasty became the Qing Dynasty, many of them changed, but the Confucian temple, or the Confucian temple, is still a group of saints, mud born elders, still enjoying the incense of the new dynasty. "

“…………” White warbler.

"Boss, you are more and more philosophical now. Are the mud bodies in the temple good or bad?"

The white warbler still remembers that he helped others rob the incense and enter the Confucian temple last time. As a result, he felt uncomfortable being "stared at".

"It's just a thing."

It was already 10 p.m. when I got back to the bookstore after I got a taxi, but generally this time is the real business time of Zhou Ze.

It's probably because there are fewer ghosts in the day and more active at night.

These days, the banknotes make a little bit, but after the last video was given out, Zhou Ze burned a lot of banknotes to avoid trouble.

That video, of course, can't be used as direct evidence, but as long as we let the relevant parties know the truth of this matter in their hearts, and then make some efforts to check it carefully, the truth of the matter will not be difficult to find out.

That video is nothing more than an introduction. It can't be used as real evidence.

Zhou Ze didn't read a book. Instead, he listened to the music with headphones on, flipped through some news at will, and Bai Yingying sat behind Zhou Ze with her mobile phone playing games.

The master and the servant, each having their own happiness, are put in the eyes of the man who is more beautiful than the woman next door. This is the sign of depravity!

The bookstore door was opened in the middle of the night and a girl came in. She was holding a Kogi dog.

Familiar girl, familiar Koki.

Zhou Ze stood up and poured her a glass of water. As the first VIP customer, she should enjoy this service.

Zhou Ze also looked closer. People are alive and dogs are alive.

In the middle of the night, there are living people entering their own bookstores, and the probability is really low.

"Boss, my dog has found it."

"Congratulations." Zhou Ze said.

The cocky dog excitedly circled Zhou Ze for two times, and then ran to the white warbler like a happy child.

The white warbler was playing with pesticide. He was disturbed by the dog, and gave a quick stare. The cocky dog was shocked.

As the saying goes, dogs look down on people, but in fact, dogs can see something that people can't see.

At present, the dog sat on the ground, urine and shit came out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The boss is really sorry." The girl immediately stood up and was ready to clean up.

"Nothing." Zhou Ze motioned to the girl to calm down, and then said to the white warbler, "clean it up."

Bai Yingying put down her mobile phone and went to the bathroom with a sad face to get a mop and a rag.

"Boss, the business of your bookstore has not been good, has it?" The girl took her dog back and put it at her feet to prevent it from running around.

Of course, the goods dare not run around, the atmosphere dare not breathe.

"Muddle along." Zhou Ze said.

"Last time, thanks to your telling me the location of the dog, I could find the person who took it and pay for it."

"How much did it cost?"

"More than ten thousand, they refused to return it. They said it was raised by her, but after the price was negotiated, they still returned the dog to me."

Zhou Ze nodded.

"Boss, I think you can add more things to this bookstore, such as this chair. It's uncomfortable to sit here. You can change it into a sofa."

If I have money, I want to change it.

"How about my investment? You can make a good job of it." The girl touched the dog's head and said to Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze knows that she just wants to repay herself, so it doesn't matter if she plays at a loss, but Zhou Ze can't promise.

Can't you always ask people if you mind paying dividends and collecting banknotes?

Burn the money that can accumulate Yin de?

When the Taoist said this to himself at the beginning, Zhou Ze regarded the other side as a bad pen,

well,

so he didn't want to be regarded as a bad pen by the girl in front of him.

At this time, there was a "laugh" in the noodle shop next door. Then Xu Qinglang came out of the bookstore next door, dressed in pajamas and flirting. He shouted to Zhou Ze and the white Yingying who was cleaning the shit:

"won the lottery, 100000!"

Xu Qinglang is very happy. When people are happy, they always want to share. Only the bookstore next door can find a living place near him.However, it seems that the two bookstores next door are not alive

"Congratulations." Zhou Ze congratulated.

"Tut Tut, give me a bag, boss Xu." The white warbler took the opportunity to eat some happy money.

"It's a little fun." Xu Qinglang began to pretend to be reserved, and then he saw a young and beautiful girl beside him. He immediately became more reserved and said:

"it's only 100000 yuan, after tax it's 80000 yuan, it's just a lottery money. For me, who has more than 20 resettlement houses in Shiqiao District, it's just drizzle, which has no real impact on my life."

"Shiqiao district?" Asked the girl.

"Yes." Xu Qinglang replied.

Shiqiao district is close to the center of the city. The house price there is higher than other places, so it can be more natural. Oh no, it can be more implicit.

"Oh, that should be my neighborhood."

"Where does your family live, too?" Xu Qinglang smiled more brightly. "Next time we have a chance to come out for coffee?"

"My family doesn't live there."

"What does that mean?"

"I mean, it should be my company that demolishes your house and compensates your house."

“…………” Xu Qinglang.