The unrest in Yangzhou has subsided, and governance work in various places is proceeding in an orderly manner.
Officials from all over the country felt relieved when they heard that Li Liangjin, the king of the Nine Mountains, had been killed. Otherwise, they would be on tenterhooks every day, ready to lose their heads at any time.
And during this period of time when bandits were rampant, the security situation in various places was also quite poor.
Many villains took this opportunity to cause trouble, and there were countless cases in various places.
In a certain county town, a county magistrate named Feng An was handling a murder case. He lit up the lamp and read the files at night, checking the identity of the deceased and the manner of death.
"What's strange is that the suspect is Butcher Zheng from the county. He had a conflict with the deceased over the sale of pork before his death. Butcher Zheng threatened to kill the deceased. This is a fact that many people have heard. A few days later, the deceased died in
Near Butcher Zheng’s house, the murder weapon was his boning knife. Since shā rén
The person in question is Butcher Zheng, so why are the wounds on the deceased from left to right?"
"It's obvious that someone with good use of his left hand caused the wound. There must be something fishy about this case."
Feng An frowned and thought while holding the file, and decided to try the case again.
But just when this idea came to him, suddenly, a sigh came from outside the house: "It seems that your county is not too confused. If this case is not re-tried, this will be another case."
It’s an unjust case.”
Feng An looked startled and suddenly looked up outside the window. He vaguely saw the reflection of a dark figure there.
"Who are you? Why do you appear in my home?"
"I am the newly dispatched city god to this county. I was traveling around the city at night and saw a clear light shining in this house, so I came out to take a look out of curiosity." said the voice outside the window.
City God?
Feng An was shocked, this was a ghost.
"Since you are a god, how dare you ask who the murderer of this case is? I almost made a mistake just now and framed a good person. This is my dereliction of duty." Feng An stood up and raised his hands in the direction of the voice.
He gave a salute.
The ghost outside the window said: "This is the job of the county magistrate. How can I do it for you? I only have to remind the county magistrate when I occasionally see mistakes. I also want to capture some local evil ghosts. That's all.
Don’t disturb the county magistrate, you can handle the case.”
The black shadow outside the door seemed to be bowing, and then disappeared in a flash.
Feng An hurriedly put on a coat and went out to take a look, but he saw no one outside the house, and only smelled a faint smell of incense still lingering in the air.
He was frightened and frightened in his heart, but then he became thoughtful, and after a while he returned to the room and continued to deal with the backlog of government affairs, not daring to slack off.
There are gods three feet above my head. The ancients did not deceive me.
And in another county town.
A county magistrate named Fang Tu was sitting proudly in the government office. His room was brightly lit, and there was a wooden box in front of him. When he opened it, he saw an ingot of shining silver.
"Three hundred taels of silver, tsk tsk, that merchant is really generous, let's award that batch of goods to him tomorrow." Fang Tu touched the short beard on his chin, looked at the silver in front of him, squinted his eyes and smiled.
"Do you really want to collect stolen money? These three hundred taels of silver do not belong to you. After taking it, your merit and official career will be correspondingly damaged."
Suddenly, a voice sounded from the roof and floated faintly into the house.
The candlelight in the house flickered, and the surrounding black shadows flashed, as if someone had entered the house.
"Who, who is it? What kind of thief is there? If you dare to sneak into the Yamen, don't you want to live?" Fang Tu hurriedly closed the wooden box and hid the silver, shouting loudly.
"You don't need to shout. I'm already in the house, but you can't see it. I'm the city god who came here to take office a few days ago. Today I saw evil thoughts rising up in the government office and turning into black smoke covering the roof, so I came
I just came to find out, but I didn’t expect that the local county magistrate was here to collect hui dew.” A voice sounded from inside the house.
The sound is ethereal and elusive.
Fang Tu's eyes narrowed and he was shocked: "You, you are a ghost? What do you want to do? I am not afraid of you."
"Your behavior has been recorded in the City God's Book. If you really charge Hui Lu and settle an unjust case tomorrow, the crime will be submitted." The voice continued.
"What will happen if the crime of bribery is handed over to me?" Fang Tu asked tremblingly.
The voice replied: "There is a book of life and death in the hands of the saint. Everyone's name is in the book of life and death. Maybe the life span and merit will be reduced by then. I can't know the specific punishment, but please ask the local people.
The county magistrate knows that the money obtained through unfair means does not belong to him.
, even if you keep it in your hands for the time being, the corresponding merit and wealth will be reduced later. If the merit and wealth are insufficient, it will be offset by your life span. If the crime is so serious that it cannot be offset by your life span, it will harm your wife and cause harm.
Descendants."
"How many years will these three hundred taels of silver cost me?" Fang Tu said, holding back the fear in his heart.
"About ten years."
When Fang Tu heard this, his hands and feet suddenly became cold, and he was stunned for a moment. He then said in a panic: "What if I return the silver and handle the case impartially?"
"Then this is accumulating merit and prolonging your official luck. If you still have your official luck after death, you can still be an official in your next life. If you don't want to behave well, you may still be able to work as an underworld official in the underworld."
The voice replied: "Although I am the local city god, I have no right to interfere with the county magistrate's handling of cases. I can only make a point. If the county magistrate insists on collecting hui, I can't stop it. It's very late now."
Now, I’m leaving, so I won’t disturb the county magistrate.”
After saying that, a cold wind suddenly blew in the room and blew out several candles.
As the county magistrate, Fang Tu saw a corner of the window blowing open, and a black shadow flashed away and disappeared completely.
Then the sound from before was no longer heard in the house.
Fang Tu was already breaking out in a cold sweat. When he looked at the wooden box containing three hundred taels of silver on the table again, he only felt fear in his heart.
Collecting these three hundred taels of silver will actually shorten your life by ten years?
Maybe they will also reduce their official fortunes and remove them from their posts.
Thinking of this, he became excited and hurriedly shouted: "Come here, come here."
After a while, a night guard came to the door: "Sir, do you have any orders?"
Fang Tu took the box of silver and put it into the hands of the yamen servant: "Give this thing back to the merchant during the day and tell him that I know how to handle tomorrow's case and let him wait for the verdict tomorrow."
"Yes, sir." The officer responded and sent the box away.
There are many things like this happening one after another in various counties in Yangzhou.
Ghosts and gods cannot interfere with the affairs of the world, but they cannot ignore them either. People must know that God is always there, respect them, and know the price of doing something wrong.
Why are corrupt officials so often banned?
Because the benefits outweigh the harm, it is banned repeatedly.
If every account of a corrupt official is recorded in the City God's Book, and then the ghosts and gods in charge of the book of life and death make corresponding punishments, this will let them know that no matter how good they are, they will not be able to do anything.
You will be noticed by ghosts and gods and you will pay the price.
However, there are also officials who do not believe in ghosts and gods.
But it doesn't matter, they will get corresponding retribution soon if they act recklessly, it doesn't matter whether they believe it or not.
It can only be said that those who believe can reflect on themselves and avoid mistakes.
And this is just the first step in Li Xiuyuan's co-governance of humans and gods.
After Yangzhou's governance was on the right track, Li Xiuyuan was going north to Beijing to report on his duties.
However, before preparing to go to Beijing, the blind Taoist in Guo Beicheng seemed to have heard the news and could no longer sit still. He got up and came to Jinling City and found Li Xiuyuan.
In the early morning of this day, Li Xiuyuan washed and changed clothes under Xiaomei's service, preparing to recruit some escorts and head north tomorrow.
However, in the courtyard, the blind Taoist's voice suddenly sounded: "Disciple, I heard that you are going to the capital?"
"Um?"
Li Xiuyuan looked around and saw a crack in the wall of his courtyard. The gap gradually widened to form a passage. A blind Taoist man walked in wearing a Taoist robe and holding a fly whisk.
After he walked into the courtyard, the cracked courtyard wall behind him closed again, and no trace of cracks could be seen on the wall.
This is a Taoist magic, a mountain-opening technique. (https:)