I have a volume of human scriptures

Chapter 4

All these news were told by Yu Chen who moved the corpse on a snowy morning.

It was the third day after Dao Face and Da Zhuang were captured.

In the early morning of this day, the corpse mover brought up another corpse.

I heard from him that this corpse was an old fish seller in Hanqiao area, because he couldn't bear the severe winter, he was lying at home, dying.

The old fish seller has no children and only a fishy smell to accompany him all his life. It was the neighbor who saw that he hadn't gone out for several days and was worried and came to visit him.

As a result, he opened the door and saw that the old man was lying on the bed, already stiff, and he died at some point.

The old man had no relatives, so naturally only the corpse mover took action to move him up the mountain.

But after the corpse mover left, Yu Chen stood in front of the grave, staring at the brand new wooden sign, dazed.

He closed his eyes and looked directly at the interior, only to find that the people there were ups and downs, and there was no vision of that night.

A quarter of an hour later, Yu Chen couldn't bear the severe cold weather at noon and entered the house.

But until the heavy snow stopped and the sun was three poles high, no new words appeared in the Durenjing.

He closed the door and window, took out the scroll, and opened it.

On the endless fog and eerie scene, smoky words resurfaced.

【Bookholder: Yu Chen】

【Office: none】

【Tao Xing: None】

【Supernatural Powers: Paper Man and Paper Horse】

Compared with the last time, there is an additional item of "paper man and paper horse" in one of the supernatural powers, which means that Yu Chen has initially mastered the weird art of paper man and paper horse.

As for later, the "last wish" about the cinnamon cod disappeared completely with the crossing of the beggar's soul.

And when the second corpse was sent up the mountain, there were no other words.

Sitting on the creaking bench, Yu Chen lowered his eyes in thought.

Now, he has basically figured out the function of this so-called saving people.

——To save the dead.

When Yu Chen fulfills the last wish of the deceased as the book holder, the book will give Yu Chen some rewards.

The paper man and paper horse was the first reward he received.

It is also the key to making that knife face and Da Zhuang return home.

But this time, when the body of the old fish seller was carried up the mountain, Yu Chen stood in front of his grave for a long time, but he didn't see the so-called last wish of the deceased.

This made Yu Chen realize something.

"Could it be that only the dead with obsessions can form the so-called spiritual vows? Only then can they be taken into the river by the human scriptures?"

Although there is no definite evidence for such a guess, Yu Chen is confident that it is almost inseparable.

But after a brief moment of disappointment, he smiled again.

"That's fine, at least it proves that the old fish seller died in peace."

After thinking this way, his thoughts became clear, Yu Chen stood up and started cooking.

But this worldly thing is a coincidence, and it is quite impermanent.

When Yu Chen was obsessed with spiritual vows and rewards from the Sutra of Salvation, it just didn't come; but when his thoughts became clear and his heart was at ease, the feeling of palpitations came to his mind again.

Yu Chen followed his senses, pushed the door and went out, and saw a dim light flashing in front of his eyes.

It's just that the head of Youguang is not the old fish seller who was just buried, but from outside the Qingfeng Mausoleum.

"Where there is life, there must be death. People are not destined to die. We were the same people yesterday and evening, but today we are in the ghost record..." The cadenced elegy echoed in the heavy snow, sad and sad with the reluctance to part from life and death.

Hear his voice first, then see his person.

The libretto lingered in his ears, Yu Chen looked up, and saw outside the mausoleum, yellowed money papers were scattered along with the heavy snow.

An old man dressed like a Taoist priest walked in front of him, with exaggerated steps and strange posture, leading the way.

Behind the old Taoist priest, an old woman in plain clothes has white hair, red eyes, and weeps.

Beside her, a tall, square-faced young man also looked sad and silent.

Afterwards, there were several black-breasted men, carrying a yellow wooden square coffin, walking indifferently.

Under the watchful eyes of Yu Chen, a group of people walked into Qingfeng Mausoleum. The big man who carried the coffin put down the coffin and began to dig the soil; Burn the wax, kowtow, and bid farewell to the dead.

After half an hour, he went down the mountain and left.

Only burnt paper and ashes remained.

As a grave watcher in Qingfeng Mausoleum, Yu Chen has long been used to such a scene.

Unlike the beggar who was obsessed with eating cinnamon cod and the old fish seller who had no relatives and no reason and was sent up by the corpse mover, most of the dead buried in Qingfeng Mausoleum were poor, but most of them had families. Some relatives sent him to be buried, and Taoist priests were invited to open the way and set foot on the netherworld.

In the past few years, Yu Chen has seen too many life and death like this.

But what is different from every time in the past is that in his eyes today, on the brand new grave, there is a faint light, which flickers on and off.

Like a candle in the wind.

Inexplicably, Yu Chen realized that this was the person in the coffin, who had a strong unfulfilled wish.

With a thought in his mind, he held the salvation scripture in his hand.

Then he saw that gloomy light rising up, turning into a black shadow, and following him into the room.

After closing the doors and windows, Yu Chen sat back on the bed, and the figure stood with his head bowed.

A closer look reveals that he has a stooped figure, an aging face, a shroud, and his feet do not touch the ground. He is by no means a living person.

And with the experience from last time, even if Yu Chen was slightly terrified in his heart, his face would no longer be frightened and flustered.

He stretched out his hands and opened the Duren Jing.

Then I saw the golden light shooting from the scroll, taking the ghost into it.

On the banks of the Huangquan River, another ghostly figure stood.

The old and desolate cry echoed in my ears.

"After the age of sixty, I have worked hard for half my life. I should have enjoyed the family relationship to the fullest, but I am a rebellious son. I can't live up to it. Alas!"

At the same time, at the beginning of the book, the smoky text reappeared.

【Nine Wishes】

[The Prodigal Son Turns Back]

【Time limit: 36 hours】

【There is a reward after everything is done】

Looking at the words, Yu Chen only felt his world spin for a while.

A revolving lantern scene appeared in front of my eyes.

In Weishui County, beside Hanqiao Lake, there is a shoemaker.

The shoemaker was born in poverty. When he was ten years old, his parents sent him to be a teacher. He served him for two years. Also considered a little famous.

With fame comes money.

Although shoe repair and shoe making is a small way, it is not as good as studying and practicing martial arts, but you can still earn some money throughout the year.

Later, he set up his own family, married a wife and had children, and became an old shoemaker. Although he could not be said to be very rich, he at least had no worries about food and clothing.

In the eyes of outsiders, the old shoemaker's family should be peaceful and peaceful, with no worries about food and clothing.

But the so-called every family has scriptures that are hard to recite.

The old shoemaker's heart disease is his son.

This kid has been rebellious since he was a child, he can read and write, steal and play tricks, but he is a Cuju fighting insect with extraordinary talent.

I have been wasting like this for more than ten years, and there is no real business.

The old shoemaker wanted him to learn his own skills, and this rebellious son also spent three days fishing and two days drying the net.

He often made the old couple dizzy with anger, beating their chests and stamping their feet.

But that's all.

Although the old shoemaker didn't make a lot of money in his life, he at least accumulated some money, not to mention rich clothes and fine food, but it was enough for the rebellious son to marry a wife and have children, and spend his life in peace.

But the bad thing is that he got on something he shouldn't get on.

--bet.

Weishui County, Tianqiao area, Tongbao Caizhuang, the notorious largest gambling house.

I don't know if he was lured by crooked friends or just on a whim, but the old shoemaker's son plunged into it and gambled for three days and three nights.

Three days later, he was stripped naked and thrown out of Caizhuang, and returned home in embarrassment.

When the old shoemaker and his wife asked, they immediately lost their temper and scolded the rebellious son for being ignorant and foolish.

This is not over yet.

The next day, someone from Caizhuang came to hold the debt, which was signed and marked by the son of the old shoemaker, in black and white!

Although the old shoemaker knew that the wealth bank was full of gamblers and nine fraudsters, but Tongbao wealth bank had a deep background and raised a group of rascals. Even if the old shoemaker was trembling with anger, he had to succumb. Money is consumed eighty-nine times.

Later, I learned that the rebellious son was still borrowing money everywhere, intending to fight against Caizhuang again and make a comeback.

In a fit of anger, the old shoemaker vomited blood and died.

That's why this funeral happened.

At the time of his death, he was worrying and worrying about the farewell, his wife was old, and his son was helpless, what should happen in the days to come?

From this, it turned into obsession, and it will not die with peace of mind, and will not disperse for a long time.

It took a long time before Yu Chen opened his eyes, let out a long sigh, and exhaled the turbid air from his chest.

I feel sad for this old shoemaker.

After working hard for most of his life, and finally reaching the age of retirement, this kind of thing happened.

At the same time, I also sighed that Nizi was so disappointing!
Without shackles, he can read and write, practice martial arts and do business, but he doesn't read.

The father in the family has a good craft, but he doesn't learn it.

Even so, you can live a life without worry, but you still want to take that harmful gamble, anger your father to death, and scatter your family wealth!
——Although Yu Chen didn't have a specific concept of gambling in this life's experience, there is one sentence firmly in his memory from the previous generation.

Huang Tian is above him, and he vows to be irreconcilable with gambling and drugs.

But having said that, Yu Chen probably understood the old shoemaker's last wish after watching the retelling of the old shoemaker's life.

It's not about recovering the family wealth that was cheated by Cai Zhuang, but about letting the worthless son wake up, and he will be down-to-earth from now on.

This time, Yu Chen made a little trouble.

Presumably, over the years, the old shoemaker and his wife should have persuaded the prodigal son countless times, but with little success.

He didn't even listen to what his parents said, and he was only a grave watcher, so how could he turn the prodigal son back.

Yu Chen sat for two hours.

When the pot was steaming hot and the firewood on the stove was about to go out, his eyes lit up, and then he had a plan.

(End of this chapter)