When Luo Qingshan and Zhou An saw Chen Mengsheng, they said in unison: "Is that you?". However, Luo Qingshan was furious with anger, while Zhou An was so frightened that he lost his mind.
Luo Qingshan said angrily: "Black boy, the day I met you, you and that crazy monk defrauded me of my money. Where is that monk?"
Yeyou Shenyou, who was aside, was very happy: "I have seen many people who are not afraid of death, but I have never seen you so desperate. You dare to be so rude to the judge, and even utter arrogant words when you are about to die."
Zhou An's smile was uglier than his crying: "Master, you are not dead. Why was I still worried about Master just now?"
Chen Mengsheng smiled and said: "I haven't seen you for an hour, Master Zhou, and you are already worried about me. It's really hard for you."
"Haha, there is nothing I can do about it, Master. I am just an insignificant official. Now that I see Master is fine, the big stone in Zhou's heart has finally fallen to the ground."
Ye Zhong said: "Haha, you two don't even look at where you are, and you are in a nonsense mood."
Luo Qingshan and Zhou An suddenly woke up and looked around. There were eight little ghosts on both sides. In the hall was Chen Mengsheng, who was screaming in the oil pot. There was a female ghost looking at the people in the oil pot angrily. Luo Qingshan looked at Zhou Anqiang.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Who is this black boy?"
Chen Mengsheng slapped the door and said sternly: "The corrupt officials and bullies will not kneel down when they see this judge. Luo Qingshan, you are ruthless and seize fertile land for the sake of wealth. You set up a private bank to loan loan sharks and steal other people's daughters when you have no money. How many people have you exploited?"
"Judge, I have never killed anyone. You have to be careful."
Chen Mengsheng looked at the book of life and death in his hand and said: "Although you have not killed anyone directly, how many homeless people you forced have committed suicide. Look, the person in the oil pan is the one who took you forcibly."
The woman who came here was sold to Bai Qixuan, a brothel. Come on, put Luo Qingshan into the frying pan." The four brats grabbed Luo Qingshan's limbs, and Luo Qingshan's face turned pale with fear.
"Your Majesty, spare your life. I am willing to sell my life for money. I will give you as much as you want." Before he could finish his words, the kid forked him into the frying pan. The two brothers who usually did evil together were crying and wailing in the frying pan today.
Zhou An knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, please have mercy. I, Zhou An, am just a pathetic person who obeys orders. Your Majesty, please have mercy."
"Haha, Mr. Zhou, as a local official, do you know how many people you have abused and lynched to death in court? This judge is here to tell you that there are sixty-one people in total. You are corrupt, perverting the law and conniving.
Luo Qingshan, Bai Qixuan robbed civilian girls and sold them into brothels, but you just sit on the ground and pay for them. Mr. Zhou, if you don't pity me, you deserve to die."
"Please, Lord Judge, please be accommodating. There are elders and younger children in my family. They won't be able to survive if I die."
"Zhou An, those people you beat to death in the hall, have you ever thought that they also have children? Come on, throw Zhou An into the mountain of knives, his bones and flesh will be broken and he will die." A stick of incense Kung Fu Meng Shen Si is cautious about the three evil men
They all perished in the underworld, and after entering the Tenth Hall of Hell, they were thrown into the animal realm, becoming pigs or dogs.
"Yeyoushen listened to the order and brought the imperial censor Prince Qi to the court." Ying Xiaolian's eyes shot out two red lights when he heard these words. Chen Mengsheng knew that this was the anger of the ghost.
Chen Mengsheng gently responded to Xiao Lian and said, "Miss Xiao Lian, we cannot let the prince die today."
"Why? Your Majesty, the prince has a deep blood feud with the Ying family. Xiao Lian wishes to eat his flesh every day to avenge our Ying family. Is your Majesty also afraid of his power and high position?"
"Haha, Miss Lian, you wrongly blamed Chen Mengsheng. It would be too easy for the prince to die today. It is hard to get justice for the disaster that has happened to your family, and the prince will only have more than ten days to live.
You've been waiting for more than ten years, can't you wait for more than ten days?"
"Xiao Lian knows, but it is up to the judge to make the decision."
The prince was having sex with his sixth concubine, eighteen-year-old Qiu Ling, and fell asleep. Unknowingly, he felt something was tightly wrapped around his neck. When he opened his eyes, he felt
I was startled. A red-faced kid half a man's height was dragging himself forward by a chain, with soft cotton under his feet.
"Bring Wang Ziqi here." Ye Zhong shouted loudly and threw Wang Ziqi to the ground.
"Master Wang, we meet again. I feel sorry for disturbing Master Wang's dream."
"Aren't you dead?"
"Yes, I have to die before I dare to come to you, Mr. Wang. You see, there are all dead ghosts here."
"Ah, why are you here?" The prince touched Xiao Lian with his finger and was so frightened that his whole body shivered.
"Old thief, I said I won't let you go even if I die." Ying Xiaolian grabbed hold of Wang Ziqi's shoulders with her ten fingers, her fingertips penetrated deeply into Wang Ziqi's flesh, and she opened her mouth to bite.
Show his back to the prince.
The prince saw Ying Xiaolian's green-faced and fanged look and begged for mercy again and again. "Bao'er, spare my life."
"Bah, you called me Bao'er too." Ying Xiaolian spat out a mouthful of flesh and blood.
"Little pity girl, please step back. Mr. Wang is looking up three feet away. Do you think that you repaid kindness by adding insult to injury and killed more than thirty members of the Ying family? This is unjust. The Song Dynasty was not kind to you, but you
But you don’t think of grace, and you rebel and commit rebellion. This is disloyal. An unfaithful and unjust person like you will be tortured by the Ten Palaces of the Underworld in the future.”
"Hmph, when I was living under someone else's roof, Ying Tianxiong used his power to force my son into marrying into his family. The third generation of my Wang family has been extinguished since then. I once swore an oath to get ahead, and a man would do whatever it takes to achieve his goal. Am I wrong? Then Ying Tianxiong
Ignorant of current affairs, the late emperor wanted to kill his family. Can I say no? When that girl came to my imperial censor's house, I was already planning to let her go, but she somehow went to Dali Temple to report to me.
, Is it wrong for me to kill her? People will be punished by heaven and earth for their own sake. Since ancient times, the country has been populated by the capable."
Chen Mengsheng smiled and said: "Prince, if you do any injustice, you will be killed. If you go against the will of heaven, you will only harm others and yourself. You owe too many souls who died in vain. Come on, the Yin Fire Stick will serve Mr. Wang."
"Ah, sir, what's wrong with you?" Qiu Ling, the concubine, was awakened by Wang Ziqi. She only felt a cold feeling on her thigh, and when she touched it, she turned out to be Wang Ziqi who had wet the bed. Then she looked at Wang Ziqi's blue veins and his face was purple and black.
His teeth were clenched and his hands were shaking in fists.
"Master, master, wake up, what's wrong with you?"
"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me. Please spare my life." Wang Ziqi kept wailing and struggling. After half a day, Qiu Ling pushed him awake. He took a breath and said quietly: "Huh? Where are those ghosts? Where are they?"
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"Sir, this is the Censor's Mansion. What's going on? I'm Qiu Ling. Sir, you have a nightmare. I'm going to bring you ginseng tea to calm my panic."
"Wait a minute, why do I feel so much pain all over? Hey, hey, help me up and take a look." Qiu Ling turned on the lamp, moved to the bedside, and lifted the brocade quilt. She couldn't help but be shocked.
"Master, what are you doing?" Qiu Ling only saw that the prince's silk shirt on his shoulders was a mess of blood and flesh. After taking off the silk shirt, there were obvious bite marks on his back. His whole body was bruised and bruised.
"Quickly, go tell the servants to prepare the sedan chair. I'm going to Qingyang Temple."
"Master, it's still midnight, so why not wait until dawn before going."
The prince waved his hand and slapped Qiu Ling on the face: "Master, do you still need to teach me how to do things?"
"Yes, I am wrong." Qiu Ling helped Wang Ziqi put on his clothes, and then went outside to ask someone to prepare the sedan. Wang Ziqi picked up a piece from the bookshelf in the house and forgot who gave it to him, which was worth ten thousand taels.
Ruyi, inlaid with jadeite and gold, found a brocade box, turned around and walked out the door, covering his shoulders.