The judge pushed the ghost up the hall and knelt on the ground.

Song Tixing shouted and asked, "Lu Hong, are you guilty?" ”

The ghost is Lu Hong, the commander of the five products of Beijing, who trembled with fright, did not dare to quibble and deny it, and was busy kowtowing and confessing.

"I confess my sins, and Lord Chenghuang spares ...... life"

On the way here, the judge had already explained the reason, saying that the city god had a means of soul searching.

Dare to refuse to admit guilt, and enjoy the eighteen hells in turn.

Song Tixing asked again: "How do you make Ma Dashan commit suicide?" ”

"I paid off the jailer Shi San, went to visit the prison, threatened his daughter-in-law with her finger, and killed his wife and daughter if he committed suicide without taking poison."

The more bad things a person does, the more he fears ghosts and gods, and when Lu Hong hears the torture of hell, he asks what to say.

"He deserves to be punished!"

Song Tixing frowned, waved his hand and threw down the order sign.

The civil and military judges were ordered, one held down Lu Hong's soul, and the other swung his sword and slashed through his neck.

Lu Hong screamed miserably, his head and body separated, turning into two clouds of smoke and dissipating into nothing.

"Ahem......"

The old man's voice came from outside the palace gate, and the civil and military judges were like facing a great enemy, protecting Song Ti's punishment.

"Lord Song has crossed the line."

The purple-robed old man walked in unhurriedly, put his hands into his cuffs, and said to the statue of the clay stone statue.

"No matter how damn Lu Hong, he is also an official of the imperial court! If Lord Song wants to avenge the people, then do it according to the law. ”

"Duke Chu doesn't know how to protect officials and officials? The fold was sent up, and the court discussed that the crime was smaller, and the first trial of the three divisions was smaller. ”

Song Tixing said coldly: "It will drag on for a few months, at most a reduction in officials and demotion, and the people will have to shout that Your Majesty is wise!" ”

The laws of the Great Cadres are all formulated by the officials, and who will use them to punish themselves.

Even if an official commits a crime one day, there is always a reason to explain the law, and it is right for the common people to give a heavy sentence, and it is also right for an official to give a light sentence.

It sounds like everything is reasonable and legitimate, but it's bullshit, and all the purpose is for the stability of the rule.

Chu Dugong's voice was deep and low: "The rules are these rules, and the law is set like this, who made him a citizen?" ”

Song Tixing said: "He can kill the people, and God can kill him!" ”

"Assert ......"

Duke Chu laughed a few times: "The prohibition of lynching is also to protect the people, isn't what our family said right?" ”

There are many wild gods and hairy gods in Daqian, and the origin of their heels is unclear, most of them are demons and monsters, and the common people have no ability to distinguish them.

Once the judgment is handed over to the ghosts and gods, it will definitely not be clear, and the world will be even more chaotic.

Officials are greedy for money and power, and ghosts and gods are greedy!

Song Tixing was unable to refute, so he personally broke several obscene and evil sacrifices: "What is the governor going to do, arrest this official and go to face the saint?" ”

"Lord Song is really not afraid of death!"

Chu Dugong was really angry, and smashed it at the statue with a punch.

"Don't disturb Your Majesty with a few small things, take a punch from our family, and leave the rest to the Zhenfu Division."

Thundered......

The fist formed by the condensation of true qi landed on the chest of the god statue, and a thunderous sound erupted.

Click, click!

The statue of the god God was cracked from the chest to the shoulder, and the crack was clearly visible in a half-circle around it.

After the fight, Duke Chu turned around and walked out of the hall.

Song Tixing consumed divine power to repair the crack, and his breath fluctuated: "The Duke has been standing outside for a long time, why don't you come in to stop this official from killing Lu Hong?" ”

Duke Chu put his hands behind his back and didn't look back.

"We know the rules!"

……

Early the next morning.

There is still a remnant star and a moon hanging in the sky.

Wow oh oh -

The neighbor's chickens crowed on time, louder than before.

"This guy has a way to die!"

Li Ping'an got up to cook and practice, and the plan of the day was in the morning, and after the martial arts were completed, he would kill the chicken first.

When I opened the door of the mortuary, I saw two women waiting outside, waiting for a long time in the cold, huddled in the corner and shivering.

"What are you?"

"Poor master, I'll get the bones of the prime minister."

The older woman said, "The yamen said that the prime minister was taking poison in prison and sent it here. ”

"Oh, you are ......"

Li Ping'an suddenly led the woman into the door and pointed to the corpse in the corner: "That is, I painted makeup without authorization, and I hope you don't be surprised." ”

When the woman saw her husband's body, she fell to her knees with weak legs, trying to endure her grief.

The girl next to her threw herself directly on the corpse, crying and calling for her father, and fainted after a few words.

Li Ping'an said: "I'll help you call a funeral car?" ”

The woman sobbed in a low voice: "My husband has spent all the money in the family to find us......

Li Ping'an sighed, turned around and went to the street to find a funeral car, because the mortuary is an old customer, the price is much cheaper than others.

Waiting for the vacancy of the bus, curious to ask.

"The case is solved?"

"The man surnamed Lu was punished by heaven and died of an emergency in the middle of the night."

The woman wiped her tears, gritted her teeth and said: "In the second half of the night, the Zhenfu Division came to the door and arrested the Lu family, saying that he was greedy for the Mo army's salary and wanted to punish the nine clans!" ”

God has really manifested his spirits?

Li Ping'an repudiated this idea after a turn of thought, how can there be any god in the world, probably someone from a higher-level official has made a move.

The case of the death of a little person that the whole family can't investigate, people are just a matter of one sentence.

When the funeral car came, Li Ping'an helped carry the corpse, and suddenly a silver ticket fell from the shroud.

"It should be left by your husband when he was alive, put it away quickly, and live a good life in the future."

The woman was stunned, how could she not know the origin of the silver ticket, but the two of them had to eat and live, so they couldn't refuse, so they knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Poor master Wanfu!"

Li Ping'an looked at the carriage in the distance, and suddenly slapped his right hand a few times.

"Poor and generous! Call you poor and generous! ”

Twenty taels of silver, I can go to Chunfeng Building to drink twice, and I have to stand outside the door to criticize in the next month.

……

Noon.

Li Ping'an closed the door and locked it and went to Chongrenfang in the west of the city.

Most of the bookstores in Kyoto gather here, selling pen, ink, paper, and inkstones.

Most of the people in the workshop are scholars in long shirts, who speak softly, and there are no stalls on the street, which looks quite neat.

"Champion Building, Gaosheng Building, Jinbang Pavilion ......"

Li Ping'an has visited bookstores from house to house, the carved beams and paintings are luxurious, and the price of books is more than half a percent higher than that on the market.

This is not only a decoration bonus, but also the store heritage, such as the champion inscription in the champion building, and the books sold contain the champion culture.

A trace of champion culture, it's not expensive to sell three or five taels more, right?

Daqian scholars are rarely poor and sour, and they are willing to pay for it knowing that it is psychological comfort.

Until the corner of Chongrenfang, Li Ping'an finally saw an ordinary bookstore, a simple and simple three-story building, which was full of bookshelves.

Li Ping'an walked in and found that the bookshelves were full of scholars.

They all held the books and recited silently, and when they encountered doubts, they whispered to the scholars next to them for advice.

The bookstore guy didn't drive away, but told the customers who bought the book not to affect these readers by whispering quietly.

"This bookstore is like a library!"

Li Ping'an went in and walked around, and eighty or ninety percent of the bookshelves were Confucian classics, and there were few miscellaneous works such as Buddhism, Taoism, and Mofa.

Daqian did not depose Dong Zhongshu of the hundred schools, but there was another Zaifu who respected Confucianism.

This is not fate, but the choice of imperial power.

Imperial power requires a solid ruling doctrine, and Confucianism is more suitable than other schools, so there is a monopoly on Confucianism.

When he came to the counter, the shopkeeper was a middle-aged Confucian student, who did not despise Li Ping'an, who was wearing soap clothes, and asked with a smile.

"But you want to buy books?"

"Buy a few volumes of Taoist introductory classics, it is best to have noun annotations, and the shopkeeper recommends one or two."

Li Ping'an has studied private school for several years, and is limited to literacy, mathematics, physics and chemistry, and knows nothing about Buddhist and Taoist classics.

The shopkeeper groaned for a moment, and then instructed the man to take a dozen books from the shelves, of varying thickness.

"These are Taoist introductory classics, with profound meanings, and later generations have commented, and it is much easier to learn from them after reading them thoroughly."

Li Ping'an paid the silver: "Dare to ask the shopkeeper's surname?" ”

"Don't give your surname Cui."

"Could it be the Liangzhou Cui family, disrespectful and disrespectful!"

Li Ping'an gave up again and again, Liangzhou is the place where Emperor Jianwu started, Cui is one of the earliest investors, and now the queen is surnamed Cui.

"Two hundred years ago, it was one, and now the relationship is long gone."

When the shopkeeper Cui mentioned the surname, he was inevitably a little proud.

Even if he has never been to Liangzhou in his life, as long as his ancestor's surname is Cui, the officials in the market will not dare to bully.