To be a man is to do something and not to do something.
My friends fail me, and I live up to my friends. That's why Chen Guhong's technique of controlling ghosts doesn't deal with those students. This is the bottom line of being a human being, but the county magistrate is different.
He and Wu Xiude conspired to rape me.
If it weren't for the little ghost Gao Zhuang, he might be on his way. Chen Guhong made a move of his own accord.
As for Wu Xiude, Gao Zhuang was shocked, and Ma Zhong was an official. Naturally, Gao Zhuang couldn't deal with it. What he had to deal with was Ma Zhong's people around him.
Ma Zhong's hometown is thousands of miles away, farther than Xuanzhou. When I came to Chengyang County, I was going to work in other places. I brought a wife, two concubines, three sons, and five daughters.
And Ma Zhong's wife is old and fading, it's just a facade. Currently the most favored is Ma Zhong's second concubine, surnamed Qian, known as Mrs. Qian.
Mrs. Qian is twenty-nine years old and in her prime. Long and delicate, charming and charming, like a fairy. And she is not like an ordinary woman who takes care of her husband and children at home, and likes to play outside.
After Ma Zhong took office in Chengyang, she liked to take a sedan chair to Hongjiang in the south of the city to relax. The majestic Hongjiang deeply touched her heart.
The day was sunny and cloudless.
"Squeak!"
There was the sound of birds circling in the sky, and when I looked up, I saw several egrets fishing in the river. The pure white feathers and elegant posture make people deeply feel the beauty of nature.
The four people on the riverside carried a small sedan chair and stopped while walking. Outside the small sedan chair, there were a few strong domestic servants and a small maidservant. The curtains of the sedan chair were raised, revealing Madam Qian's charming face. She raised her eyes to look at Hong Jiang, and praised: "What a majestic Hong Jiang, what a picturesque egret, I will never tire of seeing it."
"No matter how beautiful Hong Jiang is, it's not as beautiful as Madam." The servant girl beside her said with a coquettish smile.
"loquacious."
Madam Qian took a bite, but a little pride appeared on her delicate and pretty face. She was originally an ordinary village woman. Although she was beautiful, she had no choice but to marry a farmer.
Later, Ma Zhong was the county magistrate in her county. Once Ma Zhong went out for a walk, and she was washing clothes by the river, so she fell in love with her and entered Ma's house as a concubine.
With her beauty, she was favored and became the current Mrs. Qian who could run amok.
"Phew!" Madam Qian felt a little tired when she was proud, she gently supported her head, her appearance was charming again, Madam Qian gradually closed her eyes.
"Strange, I don't usually get sleepy."
A strange mood emerged, and then Madam Qian's eyes went dark, and when she woke up, she was in an environment.
I saw a white mist all around, but I couldn't see the sun and the moon, and I didn't know what time it was. There are white clouds floating in the sky, and the white clouds are floating, like a dream. And she was standing on the white clouds, her feet were soft.
"Ah!" Madam Qian screamed, but she looked down at the shackles on her neck and the iron chains on her feet, like a prisoner.
"Qian, are you convicted?" At this moment, a loud voice sounded. Madam Qian's heart trembled, she looked up and saw a person floating in front of her.
This man has gold armor and a golden helmet, and is wearing a red brocade robe. The brocade robe flutters and flutters, hunting. Her ears are hanging on her shoulders, her face is majestic, and her eyes are as bright as stars like the sun. Holding a three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, when his eyes were angry, the murderous aura came overwhelmingly.
Madam Qian's heart trembled, she knelt down in fear, kowtowed repeatedly, and said, "The common people don't know, the common people don't know." She thought in horror, "Where is this god? What did I do wrong?"
"Hey, you don't know the crime?" The "immortal" smiled, and with a shake of his right arm, the edge of the three-pointed double-edged knife was pressed against Madam Qian's neck. Madam Qian could clearly feel the three-pointed double-edged knife Sen Han.
"Gulu." Madam Qian swallowed hard, her face turning blue.
"Your husband, Ma, is loyal to an official and not benevolent. He is not a righteous official. He often seeks the people's fat and anoints, and he works hand in hand with that traitor to harm the nobles. As a woman in the back house, you should sit down. Behead! After death, you will be thrown into the eighteenth hell. You will never be reincarnated." The "immortal" shouted loudly, his divine majesty was brilliant, and his momentum was like rivers, rivers, sun and moon.
This Mrs. Qian was no more than a village woman in her previous life, and she was only a concubine in the inner house after flying to the branch, and had never seen it in the market. As soon as he heard that he was about to be beheaded and sent to the eighteenth level of hell, he was bluffed and cried out repeatedly: "God will learn from you, God will appease your anger, the little woman is wronged, the little woman is wronged."
"Hey, wronged?" "Immortal" Senhan smiled, stretched out his arms, white mist boiled, and then formed a bright mirror, and a figure of a person appeared in the bright area. This person was tall and thin, but not weak, but handsome Elegant, wearing a white Confucian shirt, cloth shoes on each step, a scarf on his head, bright eyes and an easy-going expression.
An air of elegance and beauty rushed to his face.
Seeing this, Madam Qian thought to herself, "He is such a romantic scholar."
"Do you know who this is?" the "immortal" shouted.
"The women don't know." Madam Qian hurriedly dispelled the evil thoughts in her heart, and kowtowed repeatedly.
"This is Wen Qu Xing descended to earth. In this life, his surname is Chen Ming Guhong, and he is destined to become the Noble Scholar." "Immortal" shouted loudly.
"Mom, Wenqu Xing descended to earth?!" Madam Qian was shocked, screaming in her heart.
"And do you know that your husband Ma Zhong and Wu Xiude, the traitor from this county, framed the nobleman today. Now tell me, are you going to beheaded?"
Immortals glared, and the sea of clouds rolled like a stormy sea. Little ghosts appeared on the left and right, and all the blue-faced and long-fanged ones, and the sky and the sky dimmed. This good Baiyun fairy seemed to have turned into a hellish hell, and the wind was blowing.
Madam Qian folded her hands on her chest, trembling, her lips turned white, and wept, "The women don't know, the women don't know, they really don't know."
"Hmph, not knowing is also a crime. I will give you seven days to deal with the affairs of the world. After seven days, I will take your life and take your soul into the underworld."
The immortal snorted coldly and shouted sharply.
"God general, listen to the women..." Madam Qian was about to defend herself, but at this moment her world was spinning. When she opened her eyes, she was in her own sedan chair again.
Madam Qian sat blankly for a while, like a wooden sculpture made of clay.
"Huh!" At this moment, the servant girl lifted the curtain, and a gust of wind from the river came in, making Madam Qian slightly awake. The maid smiled and said, "Ma'am, are you awake?"
But Madam Qian had already fallen asleep for a while, and she thought it was just drowsiness.
"Wake up!" Madam Qian said blankly. Immediately, the pupils shrank for a while, and his face instantly turned from bloody to white, then to blue, and finally his lips were all blue.
"What's the matter with you, madam?" The servant girl was taken aback and exclaimed. Startled, the bearer stopped immediately.
"It's a disaster, master, it's a disaster. We will never be reborn." Madam Qian suddenly cried, the cry was earth-shattering, and the shrill sound spread to all directions, hearing the sadness, the listeners wept.
"woo woo woo woo!"
Madam Qian cried, cried loudly.
"Ma'am, ma'am!" The maid hurriedly said in a panic.
"Go back, let's go back to the county office immediately. I don't want it, I don't want to be sent to the eighteenth floor of hell." After crying for a while, Madam Qian managed to calm down and urged loudly.
"Yes." The servant girl nodded again and again, urged the bearers, and the group hurried to the county government office.