Chapter 56: The official said

　　Sister-in-law's wallet was sent back by Zhou Ze anonymously.
Ok,
　　 Tariff is paid.
　　 There were two thousand dollars in it, which was taken down by Zhou Ze. Anyway, this nizi had a lot of pocket money, so she should help her find the hard work of her wallet. Zhou Ze felt that his charges were very reasonable.
　　 Then the next day, Zhou Ze saw the sister-in-law sent a circle of friends:
　　 "This thief has good professional ethics. After stealing my wallet, I returned all my cards and certificates. This society is still a lot of people."
　　Zhou Ze saw this circle of friends and was silent for a while,
　　Forget it, silly girl is still going to be silly, silly people have silly blessings.
　　Baiyingying secretly sent the clipped video U disk to the middle-aged man's sister's house. His sister went to the police station to report the case that day. A few days later, the local police official Weibo also released this news.
　　 This incident also caused a lot of waves. Many people blamed the girl's shamelessness and wolf heart, but its heat was completely incomparable when it happened.
　　 And the person who scolded the girl now, it was estimated that the teacher had also scolded the "clothes and beasts".
In short, the days have passed so quietly for several days, the business is still cold, Bai Yingying is more addicted to the Internet, improving rapidly, and has gradually become hooked on online games, sitting there every day to see a copy of the Raiders Long time.
　　 a lively addicted girl.
　　 In the evening, eat at Xu Qinglang as usual, with Caomei juice newly developed by Xu Qinglang,
　　Zhou Ze feels that he can gradually taste something when eating.
　　After the meal, Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang routinely divided a cigarette.
　　 Xu Qinglang took his mobile phone, swiped Weibo, and yoyo.
Zhou Ze found that Xu Qinglang's restaurant business has become more and more deserted recently, and there are fewer and fewer take-out brothers. Of course, this is not the reason for the sluggish business and the decline in the reputation of Xu Qinglang Hotel. Lazier.
　　 But according to Xu Qinglang, the problem is here with Zhou Ze.
　　 He hummed from the dawn to the dark, but sitting next door in the bookstore didn't move. How could he be balanced in his heart?
　　 Please, he is a man with more than 20 suites!
　　Why haven't the poor ghosts lived comfortably next door?
　　 So he should be well, just be good, enjoy, enjoy, rest.
　　 Fallen.
　　 Zhou Ze sighed in his heart.
　　 "Hey, there have been a lot of strange things in the Eastern District recently." Xu Qinglang said with a breath of smoke.
　　East District is on the east side of Tongcheng District, slightly deviating from the city center. The Confucian Temple and Chenghuang Temple are both there. On weekdays, it is more lively during the New Year.
　　 "What's wrong?" Zhou Ze shook his ashes and asked.
　　 "Look at this article, some people posted on Weibo that when they passed the Confucian Temple last night, they saw several lovers of costumes. When they walked over to say hello, they suddenly disappeared."
　　 "There is another article here, saying that when I walked with my parents after dinner in the forest behind Wenmiao Street, I saw someone chanting poetry there."
　　 "Another one is a microblog sent by a driver, saying that when driving through the Confucian Temple, I heard many people crying by the roadside."
　　 Temple of Literature?
　　 Zhou Ze frowned slightly, this matter seems to have something to do with himself.
　　 "However, these things make the Confucian Temple fire again. It is said that there have been more people going to burn incense recently, and they all say that they have changed spirits." Xu Qinglang said with emotion.
　　 "Hehe." Zhou Zesi thought about his affairs.
　　 "It stands to reason, it should not be, there are Confucian saints in the Confucian Temple, and there can be no lone souls and ghosts to go there to commit suicide." Xu Qinglang said.
　　 "There should be some, but some people may have managed them before." Zhou Ze said.
　　 "What about now? What's wrong with the people who control them?"
　　 "Slain by me."
　　 "............" Xu Qinglang.
　　
　　 last night, Zhou Ze and Bai Yingying came to the Temple of Literature together at night.
　　 Last time Zhou Ze beat the dwarf elder here, and then patted his sleeves and walked away without taking away half of the clouds.
　　 But looking at some recent things, it is clear that without the control of the gnome old man, those scholars and dead souls who had previously served as guards of honor began to slowly become restless, and gradually began to release themselves.
　　Zhou Ze is a ghost messenger. This matter should have been taken care of by him, not to mention that the old man of the gnome was killed by him. The mess, it is really up to him to clean up.
　　 "Boss, these dead souls can't actually become a big climate, and will disappear in two months. In the past, they were only supported by the system of the Confucian Temple. They didn't cause trouble, and the ghosts were too lazy to close their eyes.
　　Now they have lost their bondage, and after a few days of stomping and venting the grievances in their hearts, the soul that is flying away will be scattered, and the one who is going to will go to hell. "
　　Bai Yingying has Mrs. Bai's words and examples to teach her. In fact, these ghosts and gods are more transparent than Zhou Ze.
　　 "If you don't look at the situation here, you can't let it go. It's better to take it away." Zhou Ze turned his head slightly, looking for the scholar's dead souls who were staying nearby.
　　 Those scholars who could not get their merits and suffered frustrations on the way to school, many of them came to the Confucian Temple with great misfortune. Since then, they have been dragged by the Qi and become the "honour guard" of the Confucian Temple.
　　 Of course, there must be other people who are indiscriminate, and certainly not all so-called readers. After all, the forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds.
　　 Those scholars are nothing more than poetry, crying and crying, Li Baojia in the Qing Dynasty wrote in the sixth round of his "Little History of Civilization":
　　 "The show rebelled and failed in three years. No matter whether they have it or not, you can ignore him."
　　 But Zhou Ze is worried that if there are other gadgets that are also "free", it is likely that they will come up with something. If something really goes wrong, they will certainly have to bear some responsibility.
　　 It was only quiet tonight. Zhou Ze had smoked half a pack of cigarettes. Baiyingying lay on the grass and squinted, even a ghost could not see.
　　 Waiting a little impatiently, Zhou Ze reached out and patted at the position of Baiyingying's plump and round, and watched the meat waves roll,
　　 said:
　　 "Shout twice to recruit those ghosts."
Bai Yingying rolled her eyes at Zhou Ze. Obviously she didn't take care of this. After getting along for a long time, Bai Yingying also figured out some of Zhou Ze's personality habits, and dared to hold the rack just right and let Zhou Ze Not disgusted.
　　 "The world is like a dream, a venerable one is Jiangyue, and the ancient country travels like a god."
　　 A man's voice came from behind the tree.
　　 Then, a man wearing boots and official robes came out. The man had a long beard representing majesty, a square face, and a straight figure.
　　 is not right, at first glance is the person who was an official in his lifetime.
　　 And there was a long whip behind his head.
　　 Baiyingying slowly stood up, looked at the man in front of him, and then surprised:
　　 "Boss, I said why I can't see those scholars' dead souls tonight, he swallowed all the co-authors!"
　　Zhou Ze also saw that this man looked magnificent, but in his stomach, many small light spots could be seen, which should be all the scholars who had swallowed him.
　　 "Hehe, the prime minister is good at supporting the boat, I am not the prime minister, but somehow Zeng Guanbai Jiuqing, this belly, let them down these ancient imperial examinations and settle down there is no problem."
　　 "Okay, just you, go on."
　　Zhou Ze is going to open the gate of and catch this guy.
　　 The other party swallowed a lot of scholar souls. It seems that the spirit is really good. It is much better than the ordinary souls who often go to their bookstores to read books.
　　 But it really didn't get to the point where Zhou Ze was afraid.
　　 are all ghosts. Whether they have flesh or not is really two different things.
　　 And he also has nails.
　　 "Are you a local ghost messenger?" The man looked at Zhou Ze and reserved: "However, he can qualify as an official."
　　 "Yo, the tone is not small, the Qing is dead?"
　　White Yingying mocked.
　　 "The man speaks, do you have the woman who intervenes, leave it to the officer." The man scolded quite majesticly.
　　 Baiyingying squeezed her knuckles, making a crisp sound.
　　The man looked at Zhou Ze, who was preparing to open the gate of on the other side, saying:
　　 "This messenger, the official has merit and delicacy, and once held a cow ear, even if he was to be sent down, shouldn't he be so casual?
　　 Moreover, during his lifetime, the officer met a yinji judge in the world, and the judge said that the officer would die on March 19, 2009.
　　 The official was trembling and panicked, and finally got to that day, but after that day, the official did not die.
　　 is enough to show that the official is lucky, and even the rules of the are not useful to the official, so the official still advises you to refrain from tossing in vain.
After the tour of the official homeland is over, if the officer wants to go down, the officer will naturally go down, maybe after the officer goes down, he can also find an errand of the secretaries and supervisors. If you meet in the future, you have to kneel and salute me, respectfully Shout, sir. "
　　 "You guys are really bad at playing." Bai Yingying smiled.
　　 "No, this shows that the atmosphere of his hometown is simple, otherwise he will have to be killed before he grows up."
　　 "I don’t think so, hum, the official is too lazy to talk about the benefits of these tongues. The official has no false words. If you intend to force the official to go to hell, then be prepared to end this beam.
　　 There is no way for the judge of the Yin Division to determine the death of the official, not to mention your little ghost? "
　　 Zhou Ze is not in a hurry to open the door to hell. I just think this person is very interesting. Moreover, to be honest, modern ghosts are nothing strange, but ancient ghosts,
　　 is really rare.
　　 People often say that precious cultural relics are historical records, and this one in front of him is the historical repeater in the true sense.
　　 "You have braids behind your head, but you are not wearing the official clothes of the Qing dynasty." Zhou Ze looked at it carefully for a while, UU reading www.uukanshu. Como continued: "It should be the official uniform of the Ming Dynasty.
　　 Not right. You just said that you once worshipped Jiu Qing, but this Ming Dynasty official uniform was not Jiu Qing's, but rather low-grade official clothing. "
　　The man heard the words and proudly said: "The official two dynasties are officials, the former dynasty is imperial history, and the latter dynasty is Jiuqing, which benefits the common people, and the official name is very impressive.
　　As for what clothes the officer wears, how can you be qualified to put your beak? "
　　Zhou Ze took out his mobile phone, entered "March 19 of Jiashen Year" to check it, and then smiled:
　　 "The judge was right, you really should have died on March 19th of the Jiashen year."
　　 "A lot of nonsense, the official did not die on that day, the official is at the end of his life, and enjoys a beautiful posture!" The man said disdainfully.
　　 "You should die that day, really." Zhou Ze repeated, and then a sardonic smile appeared on his face, "but you didn't die with a thick skin."
　　 "Crazy words!" The man waved his sleeve, "I don't know what it is!"
　　 "If you think about what day is March 19th of the Jiashen year, should you die!"
　　Zhou Ze aggravated the tone and yelled.
　　 The man frowned slightly, as if thinking and remembering,
at last,
　　 violently,
　　 His body shuddered, showing a shock,
　　 Then took another look at the Temple of Literature behind him,
this moment,
　　He finally understood why he would be detained in this Confucian Temple when he returned to his hometown after death, and spent hundreds of years together with those who failed in the Imperial Examination in his mouth!
　　 "This...this...this..."
　　 The man fell down and fell to the ground.
　　April 19th, 2009
　　 This is the day when the Ming dynasty collapsed, Emperor Chongzhen hanged the coal mountain, and the Ming Dynasty's hundred officials from the emperor went to the emperor.