I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World Chapter 37

Twilight was dark.

On the southeast side of Chenjiagou, there is a huge tomb.

When the ghosts in the village saw the corpse buried in the ground, all their grievances dissipated and turned into smoke, leaving only the grieved soul of old man Chen.

Zhou Yi searched for bluestone, cut the mana into a long stone tablet, and wrote on it with a pointer pen.

"Chenjiagou, the tomb of 327 people, on May 27, the 18th year of Hongchang!"

Fingers are like steel, three points into the stone.

Old Man Chen thanked him and said, "The Chen clan cannot repay such a great favor, and they prayed for the benefactor in the underworld, and if there is any in the next life, they will be treated as cattle and horses in return!"

"What are you going to do?"

Zhou Yi held the swaddling clothes, and the mana protected Chen Ya'er's whole body.

Many ghosts dissipated soon, leaving behind a strong and dense yin qi. Young children or old people passing through this place are likely to suffer from the disease of yin evil entering the body.

"The old age is coming, I have to trouble my father for one thing."

The old man Chen said, "Please help the old man to break up the old man's soul."

Zhou Yi wondered, "Why is this?"

Old Man Chen said: "The original remnant of the soul will dissipate in a few days, but in this cold and cold place, it will be solid again."

"Isn't this a good thing?"

If Zhou Yi did not have the Dao Fruit of Longevity, when his lifespan would end, he would definitely try every means to prolong his lifespan.

The righteous law, the different arts, the evil scriptures, etc., will not be rejected.

For example, the soul seizes the house and prolongs the life, or after death, the ghost turns into a ghost cultivator, or simply buries oneself in a very yin place and turns into a zombie with a long lifespan.

Affected by the big explosion of information in the past life, I think it doesn't matter if people become ghosts as long as they keep their own thinking.

"The old man is eroded by this yin qi, and many desires arise in his heart, such as sucking yang qi, swallowing blood, etc."

The old man Chen explained: "This is just the beginning, and it has already made the old man stir. In a few days, he will turn into a fierce ghost and a ghost, and it will be a disaster. Simply take advantage of your reason and ask your benefactor to stifle the evil thoughts!"

"Brother Chen is really amazing!"

Zhou Yi praised: "It is a hundred and a thousand times stronger than those dog emperors who knew they were going to die, but still harmed the world to prolong their life."

"Haha, benefactor Miaozan, this old man is a poor scholar who can't even pass the test."

Old Man Chen smiled and said, "If you become an emperor and enjoy all the glory and wealth, you will be greedy for life and fear of death if you are not sure."

"Brother Chen, let's go!"

Zhou Yi bowed his hands, although old man Chen was not the emperor, but the emperor had no chance to turn into a wronged soul. Judging from the distance between the two and the longevity and longevity, the former was closer.

Everything is between giving and receiving.

People in the world are greedy for what they have, but there are few people who can give up. The same is true of Zhouyi.

The old man Chen said freely: "May the benefactor live long and the old man will repay in the next life!"

Zhou Yi didn't know what to say for a while, he swung his magic power into a sword light, smashing the wronged soul into pieces.

Looking down at the swaddling clothes, Chen Ya'er stared blankly at the tombstone, as if she remembered it in her heart.

"Brother Chen has repeatedly told you not to let you have the idea of ​​revenge, but the blood feud between your parents and clans, such a cause and effect, how can you hide it or let it go!"

Zhou Yi saw that the little girl had rosy lips and couldn't help teasing her a few times.

cluck cluck!

Chen Ya'er let out a crisp laugh, which added a touch of warmth to the new grave, the fog, and the cold wind.

Boom boom boom!

The hooves were thundering.

More than a dozen cavalrymen in black roared past on the official road.

The cavalry was carrying the bright yellow flag, and both officials and businessmen hurriedly retreated to the side. It would be disrespectful to delay the spread of the edict.

Zhou Yi held the swaddle in one hand and tightened the reins in the other, and the jujube red horse under his crotch obediently avoided it.

"Emperor Hongchang collapsed!"

Zhou Yi was in a hurry to take Chen Ya'er back to Shenjing to find the wet nurse. After leaving Chenjiagou, he ran along the official road day and night, and had already encountered four groups of cavalrymen.

The cavalry took the notice of the court and rushed to all the prefectures and counties in Fengyang to post the news of the new emperor's succession.

"Qianqiu's merits and demerits, leave it for future generations to comment!"

Because of the precedent of Emperor Chongming, Zhou Yi did not have much ill will towards Emperor Hongchang, and killing a hero was not a blemish to the emperor at all.

Throughout history, the game between imperial power and vassal power has occurred in every dynasty.

To reclaim lost land and rectify mountains and rivers, and to light corvee and low taxes, Emperor Chongming must have a fortune in the history books.

"Unfortunately, I chose to prefer the decline of the kingdom, but also to ensure the stability of the imperial power. I want to come to the Chongming Emperor to see the defeat of the Northern Xinjiang before his death. People really can't learn a lesson from history, because the general trend is in the lead, and the choices made are selfish!"

Early June.

Zhou Yi saw the Shenjing City Wall from a distance, still towering and stable.

The gate of the west city.

The bustling crowd blocked the two or three mile long queue.

Hundreds of persevering and determined imperial guards were on duty, carefully checking the chariots, horses and pedestrians entering and leaving the city, and carefully turning over boxes over three feet.

"No wayfinding? Catch it, and close it first!"

"Is this knife reported to the yamen? No, grab it!"

"Bows and arrows? The imperial court issued a decree to temporarily prohibit hunting, and it was confiscated..."

The forbidden army investigated carefully and was ruthless. There was a arrogant commander who claimed to be the son of the Jingya Tongjue.

Dozens of people were neatly lined up at the base of the city wall, and a hundred-pound shackle was worn around the neck, and within a few days, the people would be abandoned.

The commander roared, "Crashing against the Imperial Army is equivalent to conspiracy, take this general's name letter to the Beijing government office, and summon Li Tong for questioning!"

This kind of practice frightened many merchants and officials. After all, the truly profitable business is clearly written in the law. On the contrary, most of the common people showed respect and thought that the general was a good official.

Without him, only justice!

A fat businessman stepped forward and stuffed a few banknotes: "General, our Wantong Bank is a two-hundred-year-old brand in Shenjing, can you make it easier?"

"Wantong Bank, of course you know it."

The commander put the bank note into his cuff, and ordered his soldiers: "Check his goods first to see if there are contraband, otherwise how could he bribe this general. UU read www.uukanshu.com"

The merchant was so frightened that he screamed, and before he could stop it, the Imperial Army found several pieces of armor from the car.

"Privately made armor, Wantong Bank is going to rebel!"

When other merchants saw this situation, they either left with carriages and horses, or sent people to Beijing to find a backer.

Zhou Yi waited in line for a long time, and showed the jailer sign to the Imperial Army.

The commander of the Imperial Army actually recognized Zhou Yi, and joked, "I have heard the name of Mr. Zhou's blood prison old demon for a long time, and today I finally got to see the real person."

"It's just a nickname, it's not comparable to a general."

Zhou Yi was not surprised by this. The number of first-class masters in the Shenjing City could not exceed fifty.

Out of the three or four million people, only 50 people were selected, which was one in 10,000 people, and Zhou Yi was on duty in Tianjing, so he couldn't escape the attention of those who were interested.

The commander asked: "I heard that Mr. lives alone, who is this child?"

Zhou Yi explained: "The daughter of a distant relative's family, who has not yet given a name, just screamed Yaer Yaer. His family couldn't afford it, so he sent it to me, at least some stuttered and couldn't starve."

"That's right, Mr. Zhou, please come in."

The commander did not ask any further questions, and ordered the forbidden army to make way, and after Zhou Yi left, he sent someone to inform Shangfeng.

Just a few days after His Majesty ascended the throne, there were suddenly many rumors in Shenjing.

Why did the second prince get the throne incorrectly? The original edict was that the sixth prince ascended the throne...

What are the four great ministers taking care of life, two of them died on the spot...

What kind of ruthless second prince, in front of the first emperor's remains, personally killed Imperial Concubine Sun and the sixth prince...

Rumors such as these are described so vividly that the undercurrents in the capital are surging, and many people have other thoughts.

The imperial imperial army's thorough investigation of the city gates and the thorough investigation of chariots, horses and pedestrians is just the beginning of a storm!

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