Just when Li Liangjin decided to start a rebellion.
However, Li Xiuyuan rode a dragon pony and returned to Jinling City unhurriedly.
His body was carried by dragons and horses and left Jinling City in pursuit of his soul. Fortunately, there were four ghost kings protecting him on the way, so he was not eaten by wild beasts in the mountains and encountered no accidents. Finally, his soul returned.
The physical body returned to Jinling City safe and sound.
Li Xiuyuan, who was on the dragon horse, was reading a simple ancient book and frowned slightly.
"Is this the book of life and death?" Li Xiuyuan asked to the left and right.
A voice came out from the forest on the roadside. It was the voice of the long-bearded ghost king. He said: "Sir, this is the book of life and death in the hands of Judge Lu. It can't be wrong. The little ghost has seen it more than once."
Li Xiuyuan said: "Since it is a book of life and death, why are there so many more names than this book of life and death?"
The voice of the mother-in-law ghost king sounded: "That's because the book of life and death in Lu Pan's hand is not one, but two. When he was in the underworld, he snatched one from the hand of a ghost king."
"Is that so?" Li Xiuyuan was a little surprised.
Unexpectedly, there was some surprise this time. Judge Lu's thick book of life and death was actually two books in one. No wonder there were so many names on it. If it were a common people in a state, there would never be such a number.
"So I have three books of life and death in my hand, and I own one-third of all nine states in the world."
Li Xiuyuan said with emotion: "This is another step closer to my concept of co-governance of humans and gods. Hey, it's strange. How can this monk named Monk Jin start a business if he doesn't meditate and chant sutras, do good deeds, and don't worship Buddha and God?
He also bullies men and women, killing dozens of people, and also raises wealthy slaves, acquires thousands of acres of fertile land, has a group of wives and concubines, and enjoys all the glory and wealth. This person can actually become a successful man by raising a son. How is it possible for such a wicked person?
Will there be such a blessing? He deserves to go to hell for such a crime."
"In his previous life, he was just a gangster who gave birth to orphans after his death. It stands to reason that in this life he will be an ancient Buddha of Qingdeng, impoverished, so he can forgive his sins in his previous life."
The long-bearded ghost king said: "Reporting to the young master, I am afraid that the fate of some people in the Book of Life and Death has been changed by Judge Lu. After all, he has been in charge of the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen for many years."
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, his eyes immediately focused: "So that's it. No wonder this person's blessings and evil deeds are so inconsistent. It turns out that this person Lu transferred other blessings to him, and his evil deeds brought about bad consequences."
He awarded it to others and let others bear the consequences of his evil deeds. Only in this way can he have such merit."
After careful inspection, he saw that the fate of the golden monk had been changed.
"It's hateful that such a wicked person can live for eighty years and still be fine. He is blessed with good fortune and longevity. This judge Lu has really done a good deed."
The more he looked at the back, the angrier Li Xiuyuan became. He directly took out the judge's strokes and started to change the changes back.
The people who had their merits deprived of them added their merits back, and the evil people who enjoyed these merits had their merits in the next life offset by their merits in the next life. In this way, they would be reborn in poverty for one life, or even two or three lives.
After finishing all this, Li Xiuyuan just drew the ink pen in his hand and scratched it with a touch of cinnabar, erasing the name of the golden monk.
This touch of his immediately changed the fate of Mr. Jin.
At this moment, in a village in Zhucheng, Shandong.
There are dozens of mansions here, one after another, but the one in the middle is the most magnificent, with carved dragons and painted phoenixes, magnificent and dazzling.
In the lobby, Su Jin was dressed up, a jade screen stood, and there were slaves and maids in and out.
In the middle, a bald old man with a rich face and a big belly is sitting on the main seat. He is wearing gold and silver and is full of energy. He does not look like an eighty-year-old man, but more like a man in his fifties or sixties.
This person is Monk Jin.
But now he is no longer called Monk Jin, but Lord Jin. No one dares to call him Monk Jin that way anymore.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, Mr. Jin squinted and took a nap on a sofa. There were beautiful wives and concubines beside him, squeezing his legs and shoulders, warming his feet and burning charcoal, making him comfortable.
However, at this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew in the house.
The cold wind made a circle in the house and blew the Su brocade hanging on the beam. The Su brocade ribbon was rolled up and fell into the brazier and was immediately burned.
Su Jin swayed in the wind, and the fire broke out, and there was fire everywhere in the house.
"on fire."
For a moment, the maids, wives and concubines in the house were frightened and ran away in panic.
I don't know which maid accidentally overturned the charcoal basin next to her while avoiding the burning Su Jin, and the hot charcoal immediately spilled out.
"Why are you making so much noise? It's disturbing Mr. Jin's sleep. You don't want to live anymore, right?" Mr. Jin was woken up at this moment and became furious. He opened his mouth and yelled and cursed loudly. He subconsciously touched the cane next to him and wanted to kill a few disobedient people.
The maid is here.
He is over eighty years old and has a loud, powerful voice.
But as soon as Mr. Jin opened his mouth, a piece of the knocked over charcoal fell into his mouth accurately, and then rolled down his throat.
I swallowed subconsciously, and the charcoal entered my stomach.
"Ah~!"
For a moment, Mr. Jin's stomach hurt like a knife, and he let out a miserable cry.
"It hurts me to death." He screamed repeatedly, struggled to the ground from his seat, and kept tearing his clothes, tearing his clothes apart and then tearing his belly.
He tore out a bloody gash in the big belly, and blood immediately flowed all over the floor.
When the wives, concubines and maids nearby saw this scene, their faces turned pale with fright, and they ran out of the house, calling for help. They dared not pay attention to Lord Jin, who was roaring like a ghost.
Several of Lord Jin's adopted sons and grandchildren came in a hurry after hearing what was going on here.
When they arrived, they were all stunned by the miserable sight in front of them.
Jin Ye's clothes were in tatters at the moment, and he didn't have a piece of good meat on his body. His stomach was ripped open by himself, and blood and internal organs flowed all over the floor. He grabbed a bloody thing in his hand, which looked like a stone, but it wasn't.
It was the piece of hot coal that he swallowed in his belly before.
The charcoal fell into the stomach and was extremely painful. In the end, Jin Ye forcibly opened the stomach and took it out. The charcoal was caught out, but Master Jin had already died miserably on the ground. His face showed great pain before he died.
It has a ferocious look that makes people’s hair stand on end.
Lord Jin died.
Within a few days, the adopted sons and adopted grandchildren began to fight for the inheritance left by Lord Jin. To this end, powerful slaves were gathered to fight and fight. In the end, dozens of people were killed and injured on both sides. Some adopted sons and adopted grandchildren were even beaten on the spot.
die.
The incident was so big that it alarmed the government.
When the government saw that Lord Jin was dead and that his power was no longer there, they also took the idea that because the adopted son was not the eldest son to raise a grandson, he had no right to inherit the father's business, so they drove away and arrested these adopted sons and powerful slaves, and jailed and beheaded those who were raised.
Beheaded, he took this opportunity to annex Lord Jin's family property.
In order to cover up their ugly deeds, the government deliberately returned some of the fields previously occupied by Mr. Jin to some nearby villagers.
More than a month has passed, and Monk Jin has become a lonely grave in the wilderness. He is no longer the Mr. Jin who gets the wind when he wants the wind and the rain when he wants it.