I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Dusk is heavy.

On the southeast side of Chenjiagou, there stands a huge tomb.

The ghosts in the village saw the corpse buried in the ground, and all the grievances dissipated and turned into green smoke, leaving only the ghost of old man Chen.

Zhou Yi found a bluestone, cut it into a long stone tablet with mana, and wrote on it with a pen.

"Chenjiagou, the tomb of 327 people, May 27th, Hongchang eighteenth year!"

The finger is like fine steel, three points into a stone.

Old man Chen thanked him and said: "Such a great kindness, the Chen clan can't repay it, and pray for the benefactor in the underworld, if there is an afterlife, he will be a cow or a horse to repay it!"

"What are you going to do?"

Zhou Yi held her baby in her arms, and protected Chen Ya'er's whole body with magic power.

Many ghosts dissipated soon, leaving behind a strong and dense Yin Qi. Young children or old people passing through this place are likely to suffer from the disease of Yin evil entering the body.

"The old man is coming, I have to trouble my benefactor."

Old man Chen said: "Please benefactor to help me break up the old man's soul."

Zhou Yi wondered, "Why?"

Old man Chen said: "The remnant soul that was originally mere will dissipate in a few days, but in this cold and gloomy place, it has solidified again."

"Isn't this a good thing?"

If Zhou Yi didn't have the Dao Fruit of Longevity, one day when his lifespan was about to run out, he would definitely try every means to prolong his life.

Righteous dharma, strange magic, evil scriptures, etc., will not be rejected.

Such as seizing the soul to prolong life, or turning the ghost into a ghost cultivator after death, or simply burying oneself in a very yin place and turning into a long-lived zombie.

Affected by the explosion of information in the previous life, I think that as long as people maintain their own thinking, it doesn't matter if they become ghosts.

"The old man was eroded by this Yin Qi, and many desires arose in his heart, such as sucking Yang Qi, devouring blood, etc."

Old man Chen explained: "This is just the beginning, and the old man is already ready to move. After a while, it will definitely turn into a vicious ghost and cause disaster. Just take advantage of your sanity, and ask your benefactor to kill the evil thoughts!"

"Brother Chen is really a strange person!"

Zhou Yi praised: "It is a hundred times stronger than those dog emperors who know that they must die, but still harm the world and prolong life."

"Haha, benevolent praise, this old man is just a poor scholar who can't pass the exam."

Old man Chen said with a smile: "If you become an emperor and enjoy all the glory and wealth, you will be greedy for life and afraid of death."

"Brother Chen, let's go!"

Zhou Yi bowed his hand, although the old man Chen is not the emperor, but the emperor has no chance to turn into a wronged soul. Judging from the distance between the two and Yanshou Changsheng, the former is closer.

Everything is in between giving and receiving.

There are many people in the world who are greedy, but few are willing to give up, and the same is true of Zhouyi.

Old man Chen said freely: "May your benefactor live long, and I will repay you in the next life!"

"..."

Zhou Yi didn't know what to say for a while, and waved his magic power into a sword light, cutting the wronged soul into pieces.

Looking down at the baby, Chen Ya'er stared blankly at the tombstone, as if she remembered it in her heart.

"Brother Chen has repeatedly told you not to let you have the idea of ​​revenge, but the blood feud between your parents and relatives, such a cause and effect, how can you hide it or let it go!"

Seeing the ruddy lips of the little girl, Zhou Yi couldn't help teasing her a few times.

cluck cluck!

Chen Ya'er let out a crisp laugh, adding a touch of warmth to the new grave, mist, and cold wind.

...

Boom boom boom!

The sound of horseshoes was like thunder.

More than a dozen cavalrymen in black roared past on the official road.

The cavalry carried bright yellow flags on their backs, and both officials and businessmen hurriedly retreated to the side. It would be disrespectful to delay the edict to the world.

Zhou Yi held the baby in one hand, and reined in the reins with the other, and the claret horse under his crotch dodged obediently.

"Emperor Hongchang actually collapsed!"

Zhou Yi hurriedly took Chen Ya'er back to Shenjing to find a nurse. After leaving Chenjiagou, he ran along the official road day and night, and met four groups of messenger cavalry.

The cavalry took the court notice and rushed to all the prefectures and counties of Fengyang Kingdom to post the news of the new king's succession.

"Thousands of merits and demerits, leave it to future generations to comment!"

Because of the precedent of Emperor Chongming, Zhou Yi didn't have much ill feeling towards Emperor Hongchang, and killing heroes was not a stain on the emperor at all.

Throughout history, the game between imperial power and ministerial power has occurred in every dynasty.

Collecting lost land and rectifying mountains and rivers, light corvees and low taxes, Emperor Hongchang must have a fortune in history books.

"It's a pity that I chose Ningken's dynasty to decline, but also to ensure the stability of the imperial power. I think that Emperor Hongchang saw the defeat of Beijiang before his death. People really can't learn lessons from history. Because of the overwhelming situation, the choices they make are all selfish!"

early june.

Zhou Yiyao saw the city wall of Shenjing in the distance, still majestic and stable.

West gate.

Bustling and bustling, blocking the queue of two or three miles long.

Hundreds of guards in strong and sharp guards were on duty, carefully inspecting vehicles, horses and pedestrians entering and leaving the city, and boxes over three feet were carefully turned over.

"There is no guide? Grab it and close it first!"

"Has this knife been reported to the Yamen? No, grab it!"

"Bows and arrows? The court issued a decree temporarily prohibiting hunting, confiscated..."

The imperial guards checked carefully, and they were merciless. An arrogant instigator who claimed to be the son of the judge of the Beijing government was beaten and kicked on the spot, dragged behind and put on heavy shackles.

Dozens of people were neatly lined up at the base of the city wall, with heavy shackles worn around their necks, and within a few days they would be useless.

The commander shouted: "Rushing against the imperial army is equivalent to conspiracy, take this general's name card to the Beijing Yamen, and call Li Tongpan for questioning!"

This approach scared many merchants and officials. After all, the real profiteering business is clearly written in the law. On the contrary, most of the common people showed respect and only thought that the general was a good official.

Without him, only justice!

A fat merchant stepped forward and stuffed a few banknotes: "General, our Wantong Bank is a two-hundred-year-old brand in Shenjing, can you make it easier?"

"Wantong Bank, of course I know."

The commander put the banknotes in his cuffs and gave an order to his soldiers: "Check his goods first to see if there are any contraband, otherwise why would he bribe the general?"

The merchant screamed in fright, and before he could stop it, the imperial army found several pieces of armor from the car.

"Private armor, Wantong Bank wants to rebel!"

Seeing this situation, other merchants either left with chariots and horses, or sent people to Beijing to find backers.

Zhou Yi waited in line for a long time, and showed the jailer's sign to the imperial army.

The commander of the forbidden army actually recognized Zhou Yi, and joked: "I have heard about Mr. Zhou's name as the blood prison old devil for a long time, and today I finally get to meet the real person."

"It's just a nickname in Jianghu, it's nothing compared to a general."

Zhou Yi was not surprised by this. The first-class masters in Shenjing City can't beat more than fifty.

Only fifty or so were selected out of three to four million people, which is no one in ten thousand, and Zhou Yi was on duty in the sky prison, so he couldn't escape the attention of interested people.

The leader asked: "I heard that Mr. lives alone, who is this child?"

Zhou Yi explained: "The daughter of a distant relative's family has not been named yet, so she is screaming. Her family can't afford it, so she gave it to me. At least she stutters and can't starve."

"I see, please come in, Mr. Zhou."

The commander didn't ask any more questions, and ordered the imperial army to make way, and after Zhou Yi left, he sent someone to inform Shangfeng.

Only a few days after His Majesty ascended the throne, suddenly there were many rumors in Shenjing.

Why is the second prince's position incorrect? The original edict was for the sixth prince to ascend the throne...

What are the four ministers who are responsible for life, two of them died on the spot...

Why is the second prince so ruthless that he personally killed Concubine Sun and the sixth prince in front of the late emperor's remains...

Rumors like these are so vividly described that the undercurrents in Shenjing are surging, and many people have different thoughts.

A thorough investigation of the imperial guards guarding the city gates and pedestrians is just the beginning of a storm!