In the end, the old man Wen Sheng still agreed.

took Yu Chen's Book of Good and Evil, and became a judge in the underworld.

In the future, those who die in Weishui will pass through his hands, or enter reincarnation, or go to hell.

Of course, it was not because of Yu Chen's ramblings, but because the old man Wen Sheng himself was indeed idle.

- Humans and ghosts have different paths.

Except for Yu Chen, no one could see him.

As a ghost in the underworld, he can't interfere in the affairs of the underworld at all.

All day long, quite boring.

Yu Chen found him a job so that he could communicate with those dead ghosts, and he naturally had no reason to refuse.

——Since Weishui is now the territory of the Netherworld, the ghosts who died in Weishui will no longer be wiped out by the original rules of heaven and earth, and naturally they will not be as stupid as those unjust souls, but have their own sanity.

Of course, when he first knew that Yu Chen asked him to do this, even the well-informed Wen Saint was shocked for a long time and was amazed.

said that he couldn't imagine that the ancient rumored Netherworld and Huangquan Judge really existed!

It's a thing.

It's late at night.

Yu Chen fell asleep.

The next morning, the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the end of the year has arrived.

The big city of Jinling is very lively early in the morning.

Yu Chen also took advantage of the fact that the Wanjia Mausoleum had not yet opened, and went down the mountain to buy a lot of dried dried fruits, firecrackers, fireworks, lanterns, and spring couplets, and went up the mountain.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was worshipping and sending the funeral, he pasted the Spring Festival couplets and hung the lanterns, which made the cold and secluded mausoleum house a little more lively.

After lunch, Zhao Rusong came up the mountain, greeted Yu Chen daily, and brought a handwritten letter from Qinghuan.

In the letter, Qinghuan said a lot, saying what poetry and classics she was reading these days, saying how good Teacher Zhao Weixian was to her, and saying that the school of Hede Academy was so good.

also said that he wanted to go up the mountain to have dinner with Yu Chen on the evening of the New Year, but the academy suddenly announced the big exam, and the three thousand students couldn't go back, so they were locked up in the academy.

After Zhao Rusong left, Yang Qingfeng also carried some New Year's goods up the mountain, saying that because he was busy a few days ago, he didn't have time to come up to find Yu Chen.

Yu Chen didn't care, after all, he did know that Yang Qingfeng was busy - the two had only met a few days ago, but it was a pity that Yang Qingfeng at that time didn't recognize that the grave keeper in front of him was the ghost and god judge.

During the chat, the two mentioned that on the day they entered the city, blood rained from the sky, and all souls wept sadly.

Yang Qingfeng sighed, Wen Sheng, such a great person, died unexplained.

Yu Chen took the opportunity to ask a few words about Wen Sheng's death.

But Yang Qingfeng also bluntly said that his level was far from being able to access this kind of secret, and only Lord Si Ming, Zhou Mu, and Zhao Weixian, the president of Hede Academy, and others knew what was going on.

However, he did tell Yu Chen some other things about Wen Sheng.

- Let's say that Na Wensheng was originally the dean of Jixia Academy in the capital, as one of the lords of the three mountains and one of the three saints, even if His Majesty saw it, he had to pay respect.

But about half a year ago, an extraterritorial demon cultivator invaded the capital, and the three saints and His Majesty brazenly responded to the battle, and after suppressing the extraterritorial demon cultivator, Wen Sheng suddenly unloaded his armor and returned to the field, returned to his hometown, and returned to Jinling.

It's not a secret, and anyone with a little bit of a channel knows it.

But no one knows the details.

After Yang Qingfeng came down the mountain, Yu Chen looked at Wen Sheng next to him.

But the latter said that he couldn't remember anything about the extraterritorial demon cultivation at all.

Even the reason why he suddenly returned to his hometown was forgotten.

At the moment, there are no more clues, and the two have to put it on hold for the time being.

It's already twilight, and dusk is approaching.

The sound of crackling firecrackers resounded in the night sky, and brilliant fireworks rose into the sky, illuminating Jinling.

The festive and lively atmosphere surrounds the Wufang City, removing the old and welcoming the new, and the family is happy.

Yu Chen was alone on the Wanjia Mausoleum, together with the old man Wensheng, one person and one ghost, sitting on the table, sighing infinitely.

At the end of last year, Yu Chen was still on the Qingfeng Mausoleum in the poor countryside, trembling and panicking.

But a year has passed, not only has he reformed his identity as a criminal household, but he has also come to Jinling, where he has no worries about food and clothing.

And where will he be at this time next year?

As soon as the New Year passes, the first day of the Lunar New Year.

In Jinling City, the streets and alleys are surrounded by a festive atmosphere. Every household, only listen to the sound of firecrackers, and replace the new peach with the old charm.

Tightly wrapped children are running all over the snow with cannons, stalls and vendors of various styles are shouting, and the fragrance of melon and fruit rice cakes lingers in the wind and snow, spreading all over Sanli Street.

Full of joy.

On this day, Yu Chen went down the mountain, bought some New Year's goods, went to Zhao Rusong and Yang Qingfeng's residence, and paid New Year's greetings.

These two people brought him all the way from Weishui, and they took care of him many times when they arrived in Jinling, and Yu Chen remembered it all in his heart.

After finishing his work, Yu Chen returned to the Wanjia Mausoleum, and after cleaning the cemetery, he continued to visualize the reincarnation wheel in the Qi Sea.

The old man Wensheng is in the Sutra of Salvation, the hall of the judges of the underworld, judging the ghosts of Weishui.

Wisps of merit power, created out of nothing, slowly falling, washing Yu Chen's physique and Qi Sea almost every moment.

Make him stronger.

After practicing until noon, Yu Chen will eat the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner left over from last night.

I was preparing to continue my meditation practice.

But I heard a noise and footsteps outside.

When he pushed the door open, he saw the corpse collectors of the Funeral Branch of the Bell and Drum Division, scolding and carrying a corpse up.

"Damn, I'm really good at picking days, and I'm going to be arrested to work on the first day of junior high school today!"

"That's it, when people die, the lights go out, it's just a matter of time, just finish it quickly, don't complain."

"yes, hurry up and finish it, maybe you can catch up with the afternoon game!"

“……”

Their voices were not loud, but from a distance, Yu Chen could hear them clearly.

After all, he is a Kaihai refiner, and his ears and eyes are clear.

"How many brothers, are you working again?" Yu Chen said hello.

When the corpse collectors heard this, they immediately raised their heads and greeted them with a smile.

They know that Yu Chen came in through a relationship, although they don't know whose relationship it is, but it must be more powerful than their mud legs.

In a hurry, they dug a pit, buried the corpse in it, filled it with earth, and several of the corpse collectors went down the mountain in a hurry.

And Yu Chen also went back to the house.

The only difference is that he came out alone when he came out.

But when he entered the house, he brought with him a ghost with an angry face and a sad face.

- The corpse that was brought up by the corpse collector just now, died without blinking, and had an attempted wish!

Entering the door, Yu Chen looked at him.

It was a man, about fifty years old, not tall, not short, neither fat nor thin, neatly dressed, with no injuries on his body, but his face was pale, his body was stiff, and he looked like he had frozen to death.

Spread out the Sutra and beckoned, and the ghost was photographed by the golden light.

On the banks of the Huangquan River, the ghost's face was still angry, and he couldn't stop muttering: "My jade ...... My Jade ......"

Yu Chen was inexplicably able to hear it.

But he was not in a hurry, waiting for the marquee to run one by one.

Let's say that this ghost is called Xiao Yu, and he is a famous old bachelor in the stone street of Wanmin City.

Obviously he is in his fifties, has no children and no daughters, so he lives alone.

But there are so many singles, why is he famous?

It's really because Xiao Yu is different from other singles.

Everyone else is either dirty and sloppy, or the world is broken, and they can't find a daughter-in-law.

But this Xiao Yu is not.

He is healthy, he looks quite good, and his family still has money - although it can't be compared with the rich people in Fuze City, but it can be regarded as worry-free.

Such a person, let alone fifty or seventy, there are people who are willing to marry!

But the matchmaker stepped through the threshold and was kicked out by him.

Over time, some people are even rumored, does this Xiao Yu have that strange habit and doesn't like women?

But Yu Chen looked at his marquee and knew that this was not the case.

The reason why he is still a bachelor when he is over fifty years old is only because he has a wife.

Or rather, there is a lover.

Many years ago, when Xiao Yu was young, he fell in love with a foreign woman at first sight and promised for life.

Even if there are no eight sedan chairs, and the famous family is married, the two already have the reality of husband and wife.

At that time, Xiao Yu thought he was the happiest and happiest man in the world.

But there were unforeseen circumstances, and one day and one day, the woman suddenly said goodbye without saying goodbye, leaving a letter and a jade pendant.

Xiao Yu only realized that his lover was not an ordinary person, but the rumored alchemist.

It can fly with a sword and step through the supreme existence of mountains and rivers.

Now, the sect has changed, and she must return and leave a jade pendant as a token.

agreed that one day when she returned, Xiao Yu came to see her with a jade pendant, and the two continued their relationship.

Although Xiao Yu looked a bit like he had been kicked away, he was convinced of it.

More than 20 years have passed, and he has never remarried.

In his heart, those women are not as good as the shadow in his dream.

Originally, this matter was over here.

Regardless of whether the woman was deceived or really difficult to return, she and Xiao Yu were willing to fight and suffer, and they couldn't hinder anyone.

Even if he waits until he dies, it is Xiao Yu's own business, and he has nothing to do with others.

But ah, the accident happened on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Last night, fireworks went off and firecrackers rang out.

On Chunliu Street in Fuze City, there is a lion and dragon dance conference, which is wonderful!

And this lion and dragon dance conference was the occasion when Xiao Yu met this woman for the first time.

So every year in the future, this seed of infatuation must be seen.

Once a year, it has been done more than twenty times in a row.

But this time, something happened.

Didn't you say that earlier?

The woman left him a jade pendant as a token.

Xiao Yu usually regarded this jade pei as very precious, and only when the Chinese New Year's Eve meeting was held, would he wear it and go to Chunliu Street.

And last night, he was targeted.

The three young men, looking at the jade pendant, wanted to buy it.

Xiao Yu is not short of money, and even if he can't afford to eat, it is impossible to sell this thing.

Stern refusal.

When the dragon and lion dance was over, Xiao Yu also went home and forgot about it.

But what he never expected was that he was followed by his tail.

(End of chapter)