I have a book of salvation

But the strange thing is that despite such a terrifying scene, no matter the big man carrying the coffin, the descendants wearing sackcloth and mourning, or the pedestrians passing by, they turned a blind eye.

Yu Chen also confirmed his suspicion all along.

——Only you can see the ghosts caused by this sutra of saving people, and no one else can detect them.

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

At the same time, the ghost of the teacher followed closely.

After returning to the earthen house and closing the doors and windows, Yu Chen just took out the Book of Saviors from the interior and unfolded it.

Suddenly, smoky gray words appeared at the beginning of the volume.

【Nine levels of wishes】

【Pure reputation in the world】

[Time limit: twelve o'clock]

[There will be a reward at the end of the matter]

Then, the ghost of the teacher turned into a stream of light and was taken into the bank of the Yellow Spring River, still muttering in his mouth.

"Pure reputation in the world?"

At this moment, Yu Chen had already made a guess in his mind. It was probably this teacher, who seemed to outsiders to be a highly respected teacher, who had some dirty secrets in private that could ruin his reputation and keep him in mind even after his death. , turned into obsession, attracted by the Book of Saviors.

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

When Yu Chen really figured out the secret hidden by this teacher, he couldn't help but laugh and cry.

It turned out that according to the revolving lantern.

The teacher's surname was Zhao. He had loved reading since he was a child, and he couldn't put it down whether it was miscellaneous studies or formal memorization.

After growing up, Mr. Zhao passed the imperial examination and worked as a clerk in a government office. Finally, fifteen years ago, he left the government office and entered a private school and became a teacher.

This teaching lasted for fifteen years.

These scenes, like fragments, flashed in front of Yu Chen. Although he could not remember everything clearly, they also gave him a general understanding of Mr. Zhao's life.

And what comes next is the highlight.

Fifteen years ago, after Mr. Zhao left the government office, he entered a public school, married a wife, and had children.

In the eyes of outsiders, Mr. Zhao has plenty of money, a beautiful wife, and a decent job. He should be extremely enviable.

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

The book in Mr. Zhao’s home is his wife.

It turned out that when Mrs. Zhao gave birth to her son, she injured that area due to childbirth. From then on, whenever she did the things in Wushan, she would be in unbearable pain.

Mr. Zhao and his wife had a deep love for each other and couldn't bear her pain. So for more than ten years, the couple treated each other as guests on the bed and never went too far.

But even though he was sympathetic to his wife, the man's nature tortured Mr. Zhao intolerable.

In addition, he is upright, clean and self-respecting, and he would not go to that windy land to look for flowers and willows under any circumstances.

Over time, Mr. Zhao became obsessed with the fragrant story books and pictures, and he solved himself.

No one knows these things except him.

Even Mrs. Zhao knows nothing.

Mr. Zhao also secretly decided that when he was about to die, he would burn all the erotic novels and let the secret sleep forever with him in the earth.

But there are unforeseen circumstances, life and death, who can predict it?

After studying one night, Mr. Zhao caught a cold and fell into a deep sleep. He never woke up from his sleep.

But even when he was dying, Mr. Zhao was still thinking about the unscrupulous scripts and pictures in the secret cabinet of his study, for fear that Mrs. Zhao and her children would dislike him as a good husband and loving father after discovering them. He was even more afraid that the cleaning servants would pick it up and spread the word, ruining his reputation.

After all, the respected private school teacher actually read the shamelessly erotic story in private. Who wouldn't laugh if word spread about it?

When I think about this, I will never close my eyes to death!

Only then did he have this obsessive last wish.

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

It took me a long time to pat my head!

——Shouldn’t we just ask someone to delete the browsing history?

Mostly because of the memory and cognition from his previous life, he didn't think there was anything wrong with Mr. Zhao seeing those things.

Food, color, and sex.

Even a saint can't get rid of this stuff, how can a private school teacher do it?

Besides, when he had that thought, Mr. Zhao used a script in one hand and a gun in the other to entertain himself and had nothing to do with others.

Isn't this more pure and self-respecting than that old slut who is obsessed with lust? Isn't it more upright than the big, strong sword-faced man with the evil insect's upper brain that kills people?

Therefore, in Yu Chen's view, these things not only did not affect Mr. Zhao's impression in his mind, but also gave the respected old gentleman a touch of humanity.

Of course, thinking of Mr. Zhao's age, he had to sigh... He gets stronger with age!

But then I thought about it, it seemed that this feudal world really couldn't accept this kind of thing.

——How ridiculous do you think it is?

They can accept the playboy lingering among the flowers, and even regard him as a good talker; but they cannot accept the professor secretly peeking at the storybook that makes people blush and heartbeat.

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

Yu Chen sighed, waved his hand and put away the Sutra, and lay down on the bed.

Prepare to rest during the day, and then deal with the erotic storybook at night.

At night, the bright moon shines high.

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

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

On the streets and alleys of Tianqiao, there was no wind or snow because of the long-lost bright moon night. So how can those wealthy and dandy children let such good weather go?

On the Weishui River, flower boats are docked, the music is melodious, and the harp and harp are singing in harmony, which is a unique scene in Weiyang.

Yu Chen, dressed in black and wearing a felt hat, came to the alley of Mr. Zhao's door in Tianqiao, found a hidden corner, and blew on the paper man.

In an instant, the paper man came to life, his feet stepped on the snow, and he quietly rolled into the Zhao family's mansion.

——Although today's Yu Chen has never entered Taoism, he does not have "qi" to use, and he cannot give magical powers to paper people and horses.

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

The time is already the second update.

Although the Tianqiao area is brightly lit, the Zhao family's family has always been a strict family upbringing, and both the wife and the children have 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.

——What’s inside is the erotic storybook.

Without saying a word, Yu Chen picked up the storybook, controlled the paper man, and left.

Unexpectedly, someone suddenly pushed the door open and entered!

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

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

At this moment, the paper man was holding the wooden box containing the storybook in his hand, but he could not be caught by the servant.

Otherwise, if the servant discovers the abnormality and sees the erotic storybook, won't it accelerate the progress of Mr. Zhao's social death?

But at this moment, the servant was a little more awake. He only saw a figure in the study through the moonlight. He immediately became alert and shouted in a low voice,

"who!"

After hearing this, Yu Chen didn't panic because he had already prepared.

——This paper figure looks exactly like Mr. Zhao!

So, the paper man turned his head, letting his appearance be reflected by the lantern in the servant's hand, and lowered his voice, "It's me. I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so I took a book and read it."

Hearing this familiar voice, the servant, who was still a little confused, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It turns out to be the master. It's been cold lately, so be careful of the cold."

After saying that, he held up the lamp, wandered around and went to put out the water.

Yu Chen also took this opportunity to control the paper man, pick up the wooden box, and leave quickly.

When he arrived at the latrine, he unbuttoned his trousers and felt the cold wind blowing, which made the servant shiver!

master?

Didn’t the master die long ago?

Immediately, he was trembling all over, stopped peeing, dropped the lantern, and hurriedly hid under the quilt, shivering!

The next day, I quickly reported it to my wife.

Later, this supernatural event spread from the Zhao family residence and became known to more people.

Everyone says that Mr. Zhao is still obsessed with books even after his death. He is worthy of being a famous scholar!

Due to a strange combination of circumstances, Mr. Zhao's reputation became even higher and louder.

After hearing this, the prince of Yamen County personally went to Mingyue Mausoleum and offered a stick of incense to Mr. Zhao.