Chapter 523: A Preliminary Study of the Sea of ??Laws
From sun to sunset, except for an hour's rest at noon, Yang Prison hardly took a break, and his efficiency in solving the case was enough to make anyone stunned.
Being in Yanzhou and holding the Ming Book in his hand, no matter how complex the big cases or the small cases are difficult to solve, they all do not exist for him.
You don’t even need to compare documents, send officials to interrogate or investigate, you just need to scan the underworld book with your thoughts, and see the life history and actions of the people in the hall.
It's all clear in my mind, and the rest is just a punishment.
The power of immortals and gods is really something that very few people can fathom.
If you have the book of life and death in your hand, you can't even do the job of a county magistrate, and it is in vain to be regarded as the most precious treasure of the underworld.
During this process, Yang Yu always had a thought, sensing the subtle changes. As various cases were judged and punished, there was a glimmer of light in his mind.
Upholding the precepts is not just a thought in the mind, nor is it just shouting slogans in vain, it is about summarizing a set of rules of conduct from the inside out.
"Keep the precepts and keep the mind clear."
Taking another photo of the prisoner, Yang Yu felt ripples in his heart as he looked at the gray-faced prisoner.
Suddenly, he remembered an extremely rare Taoist method of observing the precepts.
'Good deeds!'
To become an immortal and accumulate good deeds.
This is an extremely ancient and uncommon method of observing the precepts in Taoism.
When Yang Yu first saw it, he couldn't understand it. He didn't know the true meaning of "Those who desire heavenly immortals should do one thousand three hundred good deeds; those who desire earthly immortals should do three hundred good deeds."
Let alone understand what the relationship between good deeds in this world and becoming an immortal is.
But when he reached this moment, he realized that those who sought immortality in ancient times performed good deeds, and the good deeds they obtained were not given by heaven, nor were they due to ordinary people, nor were they requested by any great emperor or saint.
Rather, keep the precepts and understand your mind!
Therefore, good deeds correspond to bad consequences. Therefore, it is also said that those who become immortals will have three hundred good deeds, and those who become demons will have eight hundred evils.
Do good without doing good, do evil without doing evil, good and evil come from the heart.
According to the legend, there is also a saying: "You have the intention to do good, but you will not be rewarded even if you are good! You have no intention of doing evil, but you will not be punished even if you are evil!".
The good and evil here have nothing to do with others. The rewards and punishments here are all in one's own heart.
And what he did at this time was vaguely consistent with it.
"Is this the same goal through different paths?"
Yang Yu was chewing something in his heart, and the gavel fell heavily, ending the day's punishment.
A group of government officials retreated as if they had received an amnesty, saying "mighty", and all the people outside the inner government office also dispersed one after another. Some were relieved, some applauded, but most of them only regarded what happened today as a topic of conversation.
call!
Yang Prison walked out of the lobby slowly.
At this time, the sky was dark, and under the night, there were only stars, the bright moon, and the light of snow.
"Uncle Master!"
Seeing Yang Yu coming out, Qi Wensheng and others all bowed down and bowed down. This "Uncle Master" was more sincere and convincing than before.
"Uncle Master's divine power, he who single-handedly conquered Yanzhou will surely shock the whole world. Qi Wenchang bowed before him and was sincerely convinced.
Naturally, he had heard about the martial arts of this young martial uncle for a long time, but although he had strong martial arts, he always considered himself a Confucian scholar.
Therefore, what he saw today was that he was even more shocked when he concluded the case.
During the day, they were not idle. When Yang Yu was deciding the case, they were also visiting, and finally came to a shocking conclusion.
Although the evaluation method used by this young uncle is very different from the current one, he can solve hundreds of cases every day without making any mistakes!
The onlookers didn’t understand the horror of this. How could they not understand?
"The world is too busy. Shocks come and go."
Yang Prison was speechless.
These days, he has heard too many similar compliments.
"Well"
Qi Wensheng was speechless.
"You and I are considered our own people, so there is no need to say more nonsense. To deal with chaos, we must first deal with the officials. Yanzhou City has been in chaos for many years, and the government has collapsed. You are all high disciples of Wanxiang Mountain. What should you do? I don't need to say more, right?"
"
Yang Yu was not polite.
With his current martial arts skills, it is not empty talk that one man can form an army, but it is easy for one man to attack a city, but difficult for one man to herd it.
Yanzhou is also a big state. Even though it is suffering from wars, its population is in the hundreds of millions. Not to mention him, even the Martial Saint has no skills at all.
Employing people is inevitable.
And compared to the wallflowers lying at the feet of Lord Yan Dong in the city, these Confucian scholars in Wanxiang Mountain are naturally much more reliable.
"Disciple understands."
Qi Wensheng looked respectful and bowed as a disciple: "This disciple is here, and I have sent a message to all my brothers. It will arrive in twenty days at the earliest, or in two months at the earliest."
When he said this, he paused slightly and then said:
"Before that, we still need help..."
"According to your."
Yang Yu nodded, it was okay.
"in this way…"
Qi Wensheng breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the Confucian scholars behind him:
"If you don't sleep tonight, you must read the city's Chinese books as soon as possible and become familiar with Yanzhou city affairs!"
"I'll understand!
All the Confucian scholars were high-spirited and energetic.
They had been waiting for this day for too long, and they were already eager to try it without any instructions.
Seeing this, Yang Yu nodded in his heart, but he also said clearly:
"Although you are members of the Wanxiang Mountain Sect, Yanzhou City cannot withstand the torment. I can delegate power to you, but if anyone does anything wrong...
The second half of the sentence was not spoken out loud, but everyone present felt awe in their hearts and bowed their heads:
"I will live up to my uncle's orders."
No one would doubt the importance of the young uncle in front of him.
This person was born as a swordsman and is really a master of swordsmanship who is proficient in Lingchi...
"The beginning of the great world!"
The cold wind was blowing, and the horn of the python robe was blowing. Standing on the top of the mountains, Xue Dilong stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the sky.
He saw endless evil spirits rising into the sky, like a spectacular forest of evil spirits, infecting all parts of the sky, the Nine Paths of the Ming Dynasty, the Ten Thousand Dragon Paths, and even the more distant places outside the pass.
On the earth, dragons and snakes rise together.
Some are lying in the wild, some are soaring in the abyss, some are spreading their wings, some are showing their ferocious fangs...
And the place where he stared was not inside the pass, but outside it.
Using all the magic of gazing and magical power, he could vaguely see, very far away outside the pass, two huge monsters stained with blood.
Standing on the sacred peak, in the majestic temple, a white elephant with blood-stained fangs trampled on the mountains and rivers, flicked its nose and hissed...
Between the white mountains and the black water, an ink dragon rises from the ground and reaches the sky, connecting heaven and earth. Surrounded by endless evil and violence, it is as big and fierce as a pillar of heaven...
"Fan Ruyi, the old demon from Montenegro..."
Xue Dilong's heart rippled, and he immediately exhaled turbid air.
Turning around, at the bottom of the mountain, someone came in a hurry. After a few ups and downs, he arrived not far from the top of the mountain. He bowed slightly and reported:
"Sir, Lord Yan Dong is dead."
"Um?"
Xue Dilong frowned, then turned back and looked to the northwest. He saw between the mountains, red fire like a waterfall, rushing against the sky, turning into a vast ocean, and looking like violent thunder clouds.
Faintly, there seemed to be a huge thing gestating in it.
"This is?"
Xue Dilong's eyes narrowed, and suddenly, thunder seemed to explode in his heart. He couldn't help but tremble, and crushed the rocks under his feet.
Looking up again, there were drops of dirty blood in the seven orifices...
"grown ups?"
The visitor was shocked.
"good very good."
Gently wiping away the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes, Xue Dilong smiled, but the meaning was unclear.
"Sir, what are you doing?"
The visitor looked nervous and looked around, wondering what was going on.
"nothing.
Xue Dilong waved his hand, indicating for him to continue.
"Shortly after Meng Hanguang's defeat, Yang Yu went to the Northwest Road and single-handedly defeated Lord Yan Dong's army and killed him in the rebel army..."
"Yang Prison."
Xue Dilong interrupted him, his eyes became deep:
"Xingkong, Xu Wenji, is there something unexpected?"
"Xu Wenji? After His Majesty sent him to prison, many ministers interceded for him, but unexpectedly, His Majesty directly sent Liu Jing to beat all the ministers out of the palace with sticks..."
The corners of Mo Xingkong's mouth twitched.
Even he felt a little uncomfortable with this matter.
"It's a pity that this old guy escaped again..."
Xue Dilong felt a little pity.
"ah?"
Mo Xingkong was a little puzzled: "Then Xu Wenji wrote a letter to scold His Majesty, which is a crime of great disrespect. How could Your Majesty..."
"Before your Majesty goes to war, you must not allow anyone to rescue Xu Wenji."
Xue Dilong did not explain, but simply gave instructions:
"In addition, you take a round light mirror and tell Fang Zhenghao that the Jun Dao Fruit is in Yanzhou and in the hands of Yang Yu, and also Ma Longtu's actions.
Tell him..."
After several years of turmoil, the civil service in Chongzhou City has long since collapsed. The Lord of Yandong was born as a bandit, and his mind was mostly on fighting and conquest, and he was not interested in trivial matters, so that the city affairs in Chongzhou City were piled up like a mountain.
Even Qi Wensheng led more than a dozen people, and it took him three full days to sort things out.
Yang Yu's pressure has been greatly reduced, but he still goes to the hall every day, opens it at sunrise and closes it at sunset.
With the remaining pages of the Book of Hell in hand, and being familiar with the process of sentencing, he concluded the case faster and faster, cleaning it up from top to bottom, from squire to gangster.
And in his heart, the originally elusive spiritual light gradually gained some outline.
After leaving the hall for another day, Yang Yu returned to the back office. First, he called Qi Wensheng to give an explanation as usual, and then he sat quietly in the room alone and lit a stick of hard-won Qingxin Incense.
This incense can also drive away distracting thoughts and calm the mind. Although it is far inferior to the pure incense that can only be found in Shendu, it is still of the highest quality. He also found a stick in Yan Dongjun's storage room.
call!
As the fragrance lingered, Yang Yu slowly closed his eyes.
Buzz!
With a thought, in the Cauldron of Gluttony, the Purple Gold Gourd, Long Yuan Ghost Slaying Sword, and the Evil Suppressing Seal all shook together.
In the midst of the great work, that extremely mysterious ancient scroll appeared in his mind again.
call!
No hesitation, just enter.
In less than an instant, the light and shadow in front of me changed, and what appeared again was the same one, which was deep, vast, endless, and as big as the boundless sea of stars in the universe. It was bleak, cold and lonely, with no distinction between up and down, and no distinction between left and right.
Containing boundless mysteries, it is the legendary final place of immortals and Buddhas, the Sea of Laws.
"Does observing the precepts count as an introduction?"
Yang Prison raised his hand.
Scattered light spots lingered around his arms, tightly entwined like a chain.