The man remained silent. At this moment, he was a little dazed.
Zhou Ze originally thought that he would become a fierce ghost, just like the ghosts of the victims who were burned to death by the delivery boy in his bookstore.
Once a ghost turns into an evil spirit, its obsession will become completely solidified, completely cutting off its path to reincarnation, and the only ending is to vanish into thin air.
It's a bit like a person taking a hundred times more stimulant in a short period of time, and of course he gets high. Of course, after the high, he has to prepare to collect his body.
However, the person in front of him seemed somewhat calm.
I feel lost, confused, helpless and conflicted.
He looked back at the Confucian Temple behind him and sighed, "So, as someone who grew up reading books written by sages, in the eyes of sages, I am actually the same as those poor people who failed the imperial examinations."
I originally thought that I was unique and that I was blessed with good fortune. Even the ghost judge could not determine my fate. Who knew that in the end, it turned out to be nothing more than my own high arrogance.
In fact, he should have figured it out long ago, otherwise he would not have been detained here for hundreds of years, in a daze all day long, without even self-awareness, and could only follow generation after generation of night watchmen circling the Confucian Temple.
The man looked at Zhou Ze: "Do you think I should die?"
Zhou Ze did not answer.
"I have a good friend named Liu. After learning that the late emperor hanged himself on Coal Hill, he led his entire family to commit suicide in his house to follow the late emperor."
The man spoke softly,
"The day before the accident, his thirteen-year-old granddaughter secretly ran to my mansion, hoping to seek my protection. Her mother was a concubine, and I wanted to give her a chance to survive.
Then my old friend came personally and took his granddaughter away.
In the end, more than 20 people in the Liu family hanged themselves together and died for their country. The little granddaughter was stabbed to death by a sword. She didn't want to die, but she died anyway. "
The man smiled and said, "You think this is right?"
Zhou Ze did not remain silent this time, but said: "She should not die."
"Yes, she shouldn't have died, so I think, whether to live or die, everyone has their own calculations in their hearts. I know that my relatives don't want to die, and my children don't want to die either, so I have to grit my teeth and live on.
I don't just live for myself, I have to live for my entire family.
In addition, during my tenure in the later dynasty, I saved countless lives and reduced a lot of killing.
Just like after Li Shimin's Xuanwu Gate Incident, he knew that he was destined to leave an indelible stain in history, so he tried his best to be a wise and good emperor.
I had the same mentality at that time.
I always feel that I should do more good things and live longer. Even if I cannot die for my country, I can at least keep my useful body to do some things that benefit the country and the people, which can be regarded as making up for my mistakes in another way. "
The man said a lot, and it was obvious that he was not convinced.
In ancient times, scholars called themselves disciples of sages because they read the books of sages and learned the principles of sages. But now it is obvious that those in the Confucian Temple have labeled him as an unfilial son.
He was a member of the Nine Ministers family, but after his death he was treated the same as those people in the Confucian Temple who committed suicide after failing the imperial examination.
This already illustrates the attitude of the saints.
Zhou Ze slowly squatted down, looked at the man in front of him, thought for a moment, and said, "What you just said sounds familiar to me. Less than a hundred years ago, someone said something similar to what you said.
His name is Wang Jixin.
At a time when the nation was in danger, he became a traitor and accomplice to the enemy, calling it "saving the country in a roundabout way."
The man opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to start.
"You have risen from being a censor in the previous dynasty to becoming one of the Nine Ministers in the next dynasty, so you don't need to make excuses for yourself anymore.
The most fundamental reason is actually very simple.
The water is too cold.”
When the man heard this, a look of shame and anger appeared on his face and he glared at Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze spread out his hands, his nails grew out, and then he drew out the mark on the palm of his right hand, drew a circle, and the gate of hell was opened.
"Please, what you want is just decency, just go in by yourself.
If I go and catch him myself, I will lose the last bit of my dignity.”
The man stood up and walked forward step by step. Before he stepped into the door, he gave Zhou Ze a last meaningful look:
"Do you think the water is cold?"
"Just have a clear conscience."
The man looked thoughtful and shook his head. It was unknown whether he had figured it out or not, but he finally took that step and walked into the door.
Zhou Ze waved his hand, the door disappeared, and everything here ended.
It seems that he also has to thank that official, who swallowed all the nearby scholar ghosts into his stomach, saving Zhou Ze a lot of trouble.
"Boss, is this the end?" The female corpse said disappointedly, "I thought you were going to beat him up."
"It doesn't matter whether we beat him or not." Zhou Ze took a deep look at the Confucian Temple not far ahead and said, "Besides, the saints in the Confucian Temple have detained him here for hundreds of years. He has been punished."
Bai Yingying pouted and said, "It seems that these clay statues in the Confucian Temple are still useful. Not all of them are blind."
"Yes, they detained the ghost of the former imperial censor here because they felt that the imperial censor was not their disciple and had done shameless things that embarrassed them, so he needed to be punished.
They punished him.
Then, the dynasty changed, the Ming Dynasty became the Qing Dynasty, and many things changed, but the Confucian Temple was still the Confucian Temple, and these saints and clay figures still enjoyed the incense and offerings of the new dynasty. "
“… …”Bai Yingying.
"Boss, you are becoming more and more philosophical now. Are the clay statues in the temple good or bad?"
Bai Yingying still remembers the last time she helped someone get the first incense stick into the Confucian Temple, and ended up having an uncomfortable feeling as if she was being "stared at".
“It’s just a thing.”
After taking a taxi, it was already 10 o'clock in the evening when I returned to the bookstore. However, this is usually the time when Zhou Ze is actually open for business.
This is probably because there are fewer ghosts during the day and they are more active at night.
These days, he made a little money from the underworld, but after the last video was released, Zhou Ze burned a lot of underworld money to avoid trouble.
Of course, that video cannot be used as direct evidence, but as long as the relevant parties know the truth of the matter and spend some effort to investigate it carefully, the truth of the matter will not be difficult to come to light.
That video is nothing more than an introduction and cannot be used as real evidence.
Zhou Ze didn't read, but listened to music with headphones and casually flipped through some news. Bai Yingying sat behind Zhou Ze with her mobile phone, playing games.
The master and the servant each have their own pleasure, but in the eyes of the man next door who is more beautiful than the woman, this is a sign of depravity!
The door of the bookstore was pushed open late at night, and a girl walked in, leading a corgi dog.
Familiar girl, familiar corgi.
Zhou Ze stood up and poured her a glass of water. As the first VIP customer, she deserved this kind of service.
Zhou Ze also took a closer look.
Man is alive.
Dogs are alive too.
It was really late at night, and the probability of someone entering my bookstore was really low.
"Boss, I found my dog."
"Congratulations." Zhou Ze said.
The Corgi excitedly circled Zhou Ze twice, then ran to Bai Yingying happily.
Bai Yingying was playing with pesticides when she was suddenly startled by the dog. She glared at the dog and the Corgi was stunned by fear.
As the saying goes, dogs look down on people, but in fact, dogs can see things that people cannot see.
At that moment, the dog collapsed on the ground, and feces and urine came out all at once.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, boss." The girl immediately stood up and prepared to clean up.
"It's okay." Zhou Ze signaled the girl to stay calm, and then said to Bai Yingying: "Clean it up."
Bai Yingying put down her phone and went to the bathroom to get a mop and rag with a sad look on her face.
"Boss, your bookstore's business has not been very good, right?" The girl brought her dog back and placed it at her feet to stop it from running around.
Of course, this guy didn't dare to run around, and didn't even dare to breathe.
"Just muddle through." Zhou Ze said.
"Thanks to you for telling me the location of the dog last time, I was able to find the person who took it away and redeem it with money."
"How much did it cost?"
"It was about 10,000 yuan. She refused to return it, saying that the dog was hers. But after we agreed on the price, she returned the dog to me."
Zhou Ze nodded.
"Boss, I think your bookstore can add some more things. For example, this chair is really uncomfortable to sit on. You can replace it with a sofa."
If I had the money, I'd change it.
"How about I invest in the company and you take care of this place." The girl said to Zhou Ze while touching the dog's head.
Zhou Ze knew that she just wanted to repay him, so it didn't matter if she lost money, but Zhou Ze couldn't agree.
You can't ask people if they mind sharing dividends or collecting ghost money
Can burning ghost money help you accumulate good karma
When the Taoist priest said this to him, Zhou Ze thought he was a fool.
Um,
So Zhou Ze didn't want to be seen as a fool by the girl in front of him.
At this moment, a loud laugh came from the noodle shop next door. Then, Xu Qinglang, wearing pajamas and looking seductive, ran out and came to the bookstore next door. He shouted to Zhou Ze and Bai Yingying who was wiping dog shit:
"I won, I won the lottery, one hundred thousand!"
Xu Qinglang was very happy. When people are happy, they always want to share. The only place where he could find living people was the bookstore next door to him.
However, it seems that the two people in the bookstore next door are not alive either...
"Congratulations." Zhou Ze congratulated.
"Tsk tsk, please give me a bag, Boss Xu." Bai Yingying took the opportunity to eat some of the wedding money.
"It's nothing, nothing." Xu Qinglang pretended to be reserved at first, then he saw that there was a young and beautiful girl next to him, and immediately said more reservedly:
"It's only 100,000 yuan, which is only 80,000 yuan after tax. It's just a lottery money. For someone like me who owns more than 20 resettlement houses in Shiqiao District, it's just a drizzle and has no real impact on my life."
"Shiqiao District?" the girl asked.
"Yes." Xu Qinglang replied.
Shiqiao District is close to the city center and the house prices there are higher than other places, so naturally one can be more cocky, or rather, be more reserved.
"Oh, that should be my neighborhood."
"You live there too?" Xu Qinglang smiled even more brightly, "Let's go out for coffee together next time if we have a chance?"
“My family doesn’t live there.”
"What does that mean?"
"I mean, it should be my company that demolished your house and compensated you for the resettlement housing."
“… …”Xu Qinglang.