I have a volume of human scriptures

Chapter 8

But the strange thing is that no matter it is the big man who carried the coffin, the juniors in sackcloth and filial piety, or the pedestrians passing by, they turned a blind eye to such a terrifying scene.

Yu Chen also confirmed in his heart what he had always guessed.

——The ghosts brought out by this book of saving people can only be seen by oneself, and others cannot detect them.

After realizing this, he kept silent, carried the rice and meat, and walked towards Qingfeng Mausoleum.

At the same time, the teacher's ghost followed suit.

After returning to the earthen house and closing the doors and windows tightly, Yu Chen just took out the Duren Sutra from the interior scene and unfolded it.

Immediately, at the beginning of the scroll, smoky gray words emerged.

【Nine Wishes】

【Reputation in the world】

[Time limit: [-] o'clock]

【There is a reward after everything is done】

Then, the teacher's ghost turned into a stream of light and was taken into the bank of the Yellow Spring River, still muttering incessantly.

"Pure reputation in the world?"

At this moment, Yu Chen already had some guesses in his mind, probably this teacher, who is regarded as highly respected by outsiders, has some shady secrets in private, enough to destroy his reputation, so that even after his death, he still can't forget it , turned into an obsession, and was attracted by the scriptures of saving people.

At the same time, the life of a revolving school teacher flashed before Yu Chen's eyes.

And when Yu Chen really understood the secret hidden by the teacher, he couldn't help but laugh.

It turned out that according to what the revolving lantern saw.

The teacher's surname is Zhao. He has loved reading since he was a child. Whether it is miscellaneous studies or Zhengji, he can't put it down.

When he grew up, Mr. Zhao passed the imperial examination, worked as a yamen master, and finally left the yamen 15 years ago, entered a public school, and became a teacher.

This teaching lasted 15 years.

These pictures, like fragments, flashed in front of Yu Chen. Although he couldn't remember everything clearly, it also gave him a general understanding of Mr. Zhao's life.

And next, is the main event.

Fifteen years ago, after Mr. Zhao left the Yamen, he entered a public school, married a wife, and gave birth to a child.

In the eyes of outsiders, this Mr. Zhao has rich money, a beautiful wife, and a decent job, which should be envied by others.

It's a pity that every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite.

The copy at Mr. Zhao's house is his wife.

It turned out that when Mrs. Zhao gave birth to her son, that place was injured due to childbirth. From then on, as long as she did the Wushan thing, she would suffer excruciating pain.

Mr. Zhao and his wife were deeply in love and couldn't bear the pain of his wife. So for the next ten years, the husband and wife treated each other as guests on the bed, and never crossed the threshold.

But even though he was sympathetic to his wife, Mr. Zhao couldn't stand the torment of that man's nature.

In addition, he is also high-spirited, pure and self-respecting, and he would never go to the land of love and moon, looking for flowers and willows no matter what.

Over time, Mr. Zhao became fascinated by the eclectic storybooks and pictures, and resolved himself.

No one knew about these things except him.

Even Mrs. Zhao didn't know anything about it.

Mr. Zhao also secretly decided that when he was about to die, he would burn all the eclectic scriptures, and let this secret sleep with him forever.

But the sky is unpredictable, life and death, who can predict?
After studying one night, Mr. Zhao caught a cold and fell into a deep sleep. He never woke up again.

But even when he was dying, Mr. Zhao still thought about the indecent scriptures and picture scrolls in the dark cabinet of his study, for fear that Mrs. Zhao and the children would dislike him as a good husband and loving father after they found out.He is even more afraid of being picked up by the servants who clean up and tidy up, and spread the word, ruining his reputation.

After all, the respected and respected Mr. Gongshu actually read that shameless and eloquent script in private, who would not laugh when it spread?

Once you think about this, you will never die with peace in your eyes!

That's why I have this obsessive last wish.

After watching all the revolving doors, Yu Chen looked strange.

It took a long time to slap my head!
——Doesn’t this allow someone to delete the browsing history for you?
And probably because of the memory and cognition of his previous life, he didn't think there was anything wrong with Mr. Zhao looking at those things.

Food, color, sex also.

This is something that even a saint can't get rid of, how can a Mr. Gongshu do it?

Besides, when he had that thought, Mr. Zhao had a story book in one hand and a gun in the other, entertaining himself and having nothing to do with others.

Isn't this more pure and self-respecting than that old whore who is full of lust and seeks flowers and asks willows?Isn't it more open and aboveboard than the knife-faced Dazhuang who was killed by the evil insect's brain?

So in Yu Chen's view, these things not only did not affect Mr. Zhao's impression in his heart, but also made the respected old man more human.

Of course, thinking of the old Mr. Zhao's age, he also had to sigh... old and strong!

But after thinking about it, it seems that this feudal world really cannot accept this kind of thing.

——How absurd do you think?

They can accept the dandy lingering in the flowers, and even regard it as a good talk; but they can't accept the professor's private peeking at the script that makes people blush and heartbeat.

"Tsk, whether it's for the benefit of saving people's classics, or to repay your original kindness, I will help you with this matter."

Yu Chen sighed, waved away the human scriptures, and lay down on the bed.

I am going to rest during the day, and then go to deal with the eclectic script at night.

At night, the moon shines brightly.

Most of Weishui City fell asleep, only the brothel of the winery was still brightly lit.

Yu Chen got up from the bed, changed into black clothes, carried two paper figurines, and went down the mountain.

On the Tianqiao streets and alleys, because of the long-lost moonlit night, there is no snow.So those rich and rich people, dudes, how could they let go of such a good weather?
On the Weishui River, flower boats are docked, the music is melodious, and the qin and zither are singing in harmony, making it a scene of Weiyang.

Dressed in black and wearing a felt hat, Yu Chen came to the alley at the door of Mr. Zhao on the Tianqiao, found a hidden corner, and blew on the paper figurine.

In an instant, the paper figurine came alive, with its feet floating on the snow, it rolled into the Zhao family's mansion without a sound.

——Although the current Yu Chen has never entered the Tao, he has no "Qi" to use, and he cannot endow paper figures and horses with supernatural powers.

But the paper figurine is already light, so it is not difficult to climb over the high wall with a little help.

It's time for the second watch.

Although the area around the Tianqiao was brightly lit, the Zhao family's mansion had always been strictly educated, and both the wife and the children had already gone to bed.

Following the route in Mr. Zhao's memory, the paper figurine came to the study with ease, opened the mezzanine, and took out a wooden box.

——Inside, it is the eclectic storybook.

Without further ado, he picked up the story book, Yu Chen manipulated the paper figurine and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, someone suddenly pushed the door open!

It turned out to be a servant, bleary-eyed, fastening the belt of his trousers.

Presumably, he got up in the middle of the night, heard the movement in the study, and subconsciously came to check.

At this moment, the paper figurine is holding the wooden box containing the scriptures in his hand, but he must not be caught by this servant.

Otherwise, if this servant finds out the abnormality and sees the eclectic script, wouldn't that speed up the progress of Mr. Zhao's death?
But at this moment, the servant was a little sober. He only saw a figure in the study by the moonlight. He immediately became vigilant and shouted in a low voice,
"Who!"

Hearing this, Yu Chen didn't panic, because he had already prepared for it.

——The appearance of this paper figure is exactly that old Mr. Zhao!

So, the paper figurine turned its head sideways, so that its appearance was reflected by the lantern in the servant's hand, and lowered its voice, "It's me, I have insomnia in the middle of the night, I took a book and read it."

Hearing this familiar voice, the servant who was still a little confused was relieved and said: "So it's the master, it's been cold recently, you should be careful of the wind and cold."

After all, I held up the lamp, swayed around and went to turn on the water.

Yu Chen also took this opportunity to manipulate the paper figurine, picked up the wooden box, and left quickly.

When he came to the hut, he unbuttoned his trousers, and the cold wind blew, and the servant shivered!
master?

Didn't the master die early?

Immediately, I trembled all over, stopped urinating, dropped the lantern, and hurriedly hid under the quilt, trembling!

On the second day, I hurriedly reported to my wife.

Later, this supernatural event spread from Zhao's house and became known to more people.

Everyone said that Mr. Zhao returned to his soul after his death and was still obsessed with books. He is worthy of being a generation of famous scholars!
Due to the blunders, Mr. Zhao's reputation became even higher and louder.

Even the magistrate of Yamen County heard about it later, and went to Mingyue Mausoleum in person to burn a stick of incense for Mr. Zhao.

(End of this chapter)