Blood rains down from the sky, and all souls weep.

All kinds of visions made the group of people who had not really stepped into Jinling City feel hazy.

Although, this bright red rain of blood and the sorrowful roar of the beasts around it will not cause any harm to humans.

But the atmosphere of invisibly suppressing sorrow made it difficult for everyone to breathe.

A line of carriages and horses sped up.

Zhao Rusong, the state governor, made no secret of the anxiety on his face.

For some reason, he felt flustered.

There was nothing to say all the way, and it originally took five hours to get on the road, but with the speed of the horse, it was three hours.

The ancient and majestic city gate has not yet been stepped into.

Then he heard the sound of the bell ringing in the city, which rang for four nights.

After hearing this, Yang Qingfeng and Zhao Rusong were even more nervous.

Yu Chen didn't know why, so he heard the chief of the guard whisper to him that the three long and two short bells were mourning bells.

Only when there is a big man in Great Xia will it ring.

And in the entire Jinling City, there is only one person who can hear the mourning bell, except for the state pastor.

Former one of the lords of the Three Mountains, the dean of Jixia Academy, and one of the three great saints of Great Xia, the Wensheng!

Yu Chen swallowed his saliva after hearing this.

Suddenly looked at the chief of the guard and asked, "Dare to ask if the painting of the Chinese Saint that appeared at the Weishui Prefecture Tour Conference is the original appearance of the Wen Saint?" ”

The chief guard was stunned for a moment, but nodded anyway.

Yu Chen lowered his head and didn't speak.

But the afterglow still glanced at the city wall.

I saw a figure between the guards who stood guard like green pines, wearing a thin robe, carrying a wine jug in his left hand and a folding fan in his right hand, chanting loudly in this ice and snow!

Like a song, like a poem, like a music.

Its voice is old, the tone is frustrated, and it shows heroism!

Yet such strange people were swaying on the walls, and the guards turned a blind eye, as if they couldn't see it at all!

What's even worse is that the figure is white-haired and thin-faced, exactly the same as the appearance of Wensheng in the painting that Zhao Rusong took out at the beginning!

For a while, Yu Chen only felt that his scalp was fried!

- Zhao Rusong and Yang Qingfeng may just be guessing, but at this moment, he can basically be sure.

The Great Xia Wensheng, who is known as "a stroke of wind and rain and a terrifying ghost god", is dead!

A team of chariots and horses, after checking their identity and fish plates, hurried into the city.

As soon as you enter, the city is full of wind and rain!

On the wide avenue where the eight horsemen rode side by side, the common people and merchants, three sects and nine streams, rushed to the direction of the center of the city, and some people even tied Su Min on their arms in advance, with sad faces.

Zhao Rusong didn't care so much, jumped out of the car and stopped a person casually, and asked him what happened.

The other party was not very impatient at first, but as soon as he saw that it was the official master, he immediately became more respectful, and said that last night, Wen Sheng, the old man, died!

At that time, Zhao Rusong only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and he was unstable on his feet!

In the end, it was Yang Qingfeng who walked towards the center of the city.

As for the work that originally said that he would take Yu Chen to the Household Division and the Bell and Drum Division to arrange errands, he was also handed over to the chief of the guard.

He only handed over the recommendation letter he had written earlier to Yu Chen, and then left in a hurry.

Yu Chen also expressed his understanding of this kind of thing, and followed the head of the guard and left.

The latter's face at this moment is not very good-looking.

was chattering all the way, saying why Wensheng was such a great person, why did he suddenly die?

Yu Chen didn't speak.

Just glance behind me from time to time.

The ghost of the old man Wensheng, who was drinking and writing poetry on the city wall, was following them!

Listening to the captain of the guard praise him, he laughed there.

Yu Chen, who could clearly see this scene, only felt that the atmosphere was a little weird......

The yamen of the state capital are all located in the east of the city.

The chief of the guard took Yu Chen, went to the household division first, and got the identity fish card - Yu Chen, who was a criminal household before, did not have this thing that represented the identity of the people of the dynasty.

With the captain of the guard leading the way, there were no moths along the way, and those pot-bellied officials did things cleanly.

Then, he went to the Bell and Drum Division, the State Bell and Drum Division under the Ministry of Rites, one of the six departments of the imperial court, and was responsible for etiquette, sacrifices, funerals and other matters.

There is a letter of recommendation from Zhao Rusong, the inspector of the inspection department, and the efficiency of the bell and drum division is also very high, so without saying a word, he gave Yu Chen a record, arranged to go to the Wanjia Mausoleum in Naming Mountain to see the grave, and gave Yu Chen a set of official clothes.

——Different from Weishui's fake tomb watcher, the mausoleum keeper of Jinling Prefecture is considered to be in the establishment, although he has no official qualities, he is also regarded as an official, and he is half a head taller than ordinary ordinary people.

The only hiccup is probably that Zhao Rusong originally arranged for the Lingling of the Wanjia Mausoleum in Mingshan, and there was an official mausoleum keeper above.

What he meant was probably to let Yu Chen follow the mausoleum guard for a while and familiarize himself with the rules and affairs before promoting him.

But the officials of the Bell and Drum Division told Yu Chen and the chief of the guards that Qu Dongchuan, the mausoleum guard, had been ill in the past two days and had gone home to recuperate.

So during this time, I'm afraid that only Yu Chen was alone in the mausoleum.

In this regard, Yu Chen's reaction was.

- And this kind of good thing?

He already has too many unsightly things, and it is naturally best to be alone.

After completing the formalities, the chief of the guard personally sent Yu Chen up the mountain, and then hurried back to the inspection department to resume his life.

Mingshan, Wanjialing.

The largest grave in the state capital, the entire Mingshan is a cemetery.

In Jinling City, both ordinary people and officials are buried in it after they die.

- Of course, those rich and noble families who have ancestral graves outside the city are not included.

Therefore, compared with the shabby Qingfeng Mausoleum, the Wanjia Mausoleum in this Ming Mountain is solemn and solemn more than one grade!

High walls, stone houses, towering gates, and neat rows of tombstones are in order.

Although Yu Chen was already mentally prepared before coming.

But he still didn't expect that the tomb of Jinling was even bigger and more majestic than the yamen in Weishui......

I walked into the stone house of the mausoleum keeper, found an empty house, and put down my luggage.

He turned around inside and out, and after making sure that there was no one else, he raised his head to look at the old man Wensheng who was carrying the wine jug, and then sat on the chair, looked at the ghost carrying the wine jug, and let out a long breath of turbidity.

"Old man, what are your unfulfilled wishes, please speak!"

After hearing this, Wen Sheng's ghost also sat down opposite, lifted the wine jug, and looked at Yu Chen: "Little guy, can you come some?" ”

Yu Chen: "......"

"Oh, the old man forgot, this wine jug is also from the old man's spirit, and I can't drink it for you."

He grunted a few more sips, carefully looked at Yu Chen for a while, and then said:

"The whole world, there are really no surprises - you are the little guy at the Weishui Prefecture Tour, right? I can't imagine that after the great changes in heaven and earth, people and ghosts have different paths, there are still people who can see ghosts, it is really strange!

Also, what treasure do you have with you? When he approached Ling, the old man actually felt that his soul was no longer worn out by this heaven and earth?

By the way, although the old man doesn't know what kind of treasure this is, you must not let the family know, otherwise the husband is innocent and guilty, and he will not know how to die when the time comes.

Yes? Don't look at the old man like this, the old man doesn't rob other people's things, and don't look at what the old man can say now, but after all, he is dead and can't interfere with anything in the world of the living - if it weren't for you, the old man would probably not be able to survive for twelve hours, and he would be wiped out by this heaven and earth.

……”

He didn't even give Yu Chen the time to reply.

One by one, the mouth was like a cannonball.

Yu Chen scratched his head.

Why didn't you find out that he was a chatter when this Wen Sage slashed the Qingmo Demon before?

For a while, Wen Sheng's original words in Yu Chen's heart were followed, and the image of a master who slashed the big demon with a snap of his fingers collapsed.

(End of chapter)