Liaozhai Great Sage

Chapter 488: Raise your head three feet, there is a god

The turmoil in Yangzhou has subsided, and the work of governance in various places is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Officials from all over the world felt at ease when they heard that Nine Mountain King Li Liangjin had been killed, otherwise they would be in fear every day, ready to lose their heads at any time.

And during this period of time when bandits were rampant, the law and order in various places was also quite poor.

Many villains took this opportunity to make trouble, and there are countless cases in various places.

In a certain county town, a county magistrate named Feng An was dealing with a murder case. He lit a lamp and looked at the file at night to check the identity of the deceased and the way of death.

"It's strange. The suspect is Butcher Zheng from the county. He had a conflict with the deceased because of the sale of pork. Butcher Zheng threatened to kill the deceased. This is a fact that many people have heard. In a few days, the deceased died in the Near Butcher Zheng's house, the murder weapon was a boning knife in his house, since the murder

The person in question was Butcher Zheng, so why did the deceased's wounds go from left to right? "

"He clearly caused the wound by someone who is good at using his left hand. There must be something strange about this case."

Feng An held the file and frowned in thought. He decided to try the case again.

But just when he had this idea, suddenly, there was an exclamation from outside the house: "It seems that your county is not confused. If this case is not reopened, this is another matter." Injustice."

Feng An looked startled, and suddenly looked up to the window, where he vaguely saw the reflection of a dark figure.

"Who are you? Why did you appear at the official's home."

"I'm the city god newly dispatched to this county. I visited the city at night and saw a ray of light flickering in this room, so I came out of curiosity to take a look." The voice outside the window said.

City God?

Feng An was startled, this is a ghost.

"Since you are a god, how dare you ask who is the murderer in this case? I almost made a mistake just now and framed a good person. This is my negligence." Feng An stood up and cupped his hands in the direction from which the voice came. Give a salute.

The ghost outside the window said: "This is the job of the county magistrate. How can I do it for me? I only occasionally see the county magistrate make mistakes and remind me aloud. I also want to catch some local ghosts. Don't disturb the county magistrate, you are handling the case."

The black shadow outside the door seemed to be strong, and then disappeared in a flash.

Feng An hurriedly put on a coat and went out to have a look, only to find that there was no one outside the house, only a faint scent of incense still lingering in the air.

He was startled and frightened, but then he thought about it, and returned to the room after a while to continue dealing with the backlog of government affairs, not daring to slack off.

There is a god when you lift your head three feet up, and the ancients never deceived me.

And in another county.

A county magistrate named Fang Tu was sitting in the government office proudly at the moment. His room was brightly lit, and there was a wooden box in front of him. When he opened it, it turned out to be an ingot of gleaming silver.

"300 taels of silver, tsk tsk, that merchant is really generous, let's award that batch of goods to him tomorrow." Fang Tu stroked his short beard, looked at the silver in front of him, squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Do you really want to collect the stolen money? The 300 taels of silver do not belong to you. After taking it, your fortune and official fortune will be correspondingly reduced."

Suddenly, a voice sounded from the roof, faintly drifting into the room.

The candles in the house were flickering, and the surrounding shadows flickered, as if someone had entered the house.

"Who, who is it? Where did the thief come from? Since he dared to sneak into the yamen, he didn't want to die, right?" Fang Tu hurriedly closed the wooden box to hide the money, and shouted.

"You don't need to shout. I'm already in the house, but you can't see it. I'm the city god who came here to take office a few days ago. Today, I saw evil thoughts rising in the government office, which turned into black smoke and covered the roof. Just to find out, I didn't expect the local county magistrate to collect bribes here

. "A voice sounded in the house.

The voice is ethereal and elusive.

Fang Tu narrowed his eyes and turned pale with shock: "You, you are a ghost? What do you want to do, I am not afraid of you."

"Your behavior has been recorded in the City God's Book. If you really take bribes and file an unjust case tomorrow, this crime will be submitted." The voice continued.

"What will happen if I hand in the crime of bribery?" Fang Tu asked tremblingly.

The voice replied: "The sage has a book of life and death in his hands, and everyone's name is on the book of life and death. Maybe at that time, life span will be shortened, and merit will be reduced. I can't know the specific punishment, but please invite the local The county magistrate knows that the money obtained by improper means does not belong to him

, even if you keep it in your hands for the time being, the corresponding merit and fortune will be subtracted later. If the fortune and fortune are not enough, it will be offset by lifespan. offspring. "

"How many years will the 300 taels of silver reduce my life?" Fang Tu said, enduring the fear in his heart.

"About ten years."

When Fang Tu heard this, his hands and feet were cold, and he froze for a moment. He said in a panic, "If I return the silver taels, I will handle the case impartially."

"Then this is accumulating merit and prolonging official luck. If there is still official luck after death, you can still be an official in the next life. If you don't want to behave properly, maybe you can still be a secretary in the underworld."

The voice replied: "Although I am the local city god, I have no right to interfere with the county magistrate's handling of the case. I can only mention a few points. If the county magistrate insists on taking bribes, I can't stop it. It's getting late now. , I'm leaving, so I won't disturb the county magistrate."

After finishing speaking, a cold wind suddenly blew up in the room, blowing out a few candles.

Fang Tu, who was the county magistrate, saw a corner of the window blow open, and a black shadow disappeared in a flash.

Afterwards, the sound just now was no longer heard in the room.

Fang Tu was already in a cold sweat, and when he looked at the wooden box with 300 taels of silver on the table again, he felt only fear in his heart.

Collecting these 300 taels of silver will reduce my life by ten years?

Maybe it will reduce official luck and dismiss officials.

Thinking of this, he shuddered and hurriedly shouted: "Come here, come here."

After a while, a night watchman came to the door: "My lord, do you have any orders?"

Fang Tu took the box of silver and stuffed it into the hand of the yamen servant: "Send this thing back to the merchant during the day, and tell him that the judge knows how to deal with tomorrow's case, and let him wait for tomorrow's verdict."

"Yes, my lord." The yamen servant responded and sent the box away.

There are still many similar things like this, happening one after another in various counties in Yangzhou.

In human affairs, ghosts and gods can't be too involved, but they can't ignore them. People should know that there are gods above their heads, know awe, and know the price of doing wrong things.

Why are corrupt officials repeatedly banned?
Because the benefit outweighs the harm, it has been banned repeatedly.

If every account of a corrupt official is recorded in the City God's Book, and then the ghosts and gods in charge of the life and death book will make corresponding punishments, this will let them know that even if they are full of corruption, they will not Being noticed by ghosts and gods, pay the price.

However, there are also officials who do not believe in ghosts and gods.

But it doesn't matter, if they want to do anything wrong, they will soon get corresponding retribution, it doesn't matter whether they believe it or not.

It can only be said that those who believe can reflect on themselves and avoid mistakes.

And this is just the first step in Li Xiuyuan's co-government with man and god.

After the governance of Yangzhou was on the right track, Li Xiuyuan was going north to Beijing to report on his duties.

But before preparing to go to Beijing, the blind Taoist in Guo Beicheng seemed to hear the news, and couldn't sit still anymore. He got up and came to Jinling City, and found Li Xiuyuan.

In the early morning of this day, Li Xiuyuan washed and changed his clothes under Xiaomei's service, preparing to gather some guards and go north tomorrow.

However, in the yard, the blind Taoist's voice suddenly sounded: "Teacher, I heard that you are going to the capital?"

"Ok?"

Li Xiuyuan looked around, but saw a crack on the wall of his own courtyard, the gap gradually became larger and formed a passage, and the blind Taoist walked in wearing a Taoist robe and holding a whisk.

After he walked into the courtyard, the cracked courtyard wall behind him closed again, and there were no traces of cracks on the wall.

This is the magic of Taoism, the technique of opening mountains.

(End of this chapter)