The air in the county jail is dirty, and the smell of urination and odor fills the breath. People who live in it for a long time often have an illusion that this stench penetrates the body and has no possibility of removal.

Chen Bingli curled up numbly in a corner of the prison.

It seemed that he had accepted his fate. Even though there was a rumbling sound of chains at the door, he did not look up and took a look, allowing the fleas and bedbugs to crawl away from him in panic.

"Chen Er, someone comes to see you."

Zhou Rui shouted loudly, then hunched his waist and gave up his seat respectfully.

The other party was brought in by the county magistrate himself. Even if he was given ten courage, he never dared to be negligent.

"Blessed blessings bring great fortune to the Heavenly Lord."

Li Yan thanked the prisoner, then bowed his head and walked into the narrow cage.

Prison is a place of five turbidities, and as long as a monk who is determined to Taoism does not easily enter it.

After all, there are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, meeting with enemies and hate, separation from love, seeking but not getting, and the five aggregates are burning. Any random thing can break the pure cultivation of a monk.

And these are exactly what is most lacking in prison.

If it weren't for verifying his guess, Li Yan would have been overwhelmed by himself.

He was able to enter the Lin'an County prison openly, naturally because of the prestige of Lu Wei, the county magistrate. No matter what, Chen Yuanfang, the martial arts master, was rescued by him. No matter how much Lu Wei hates the monks, he will still have to bear this kindness.

Besides, he also has a letter from Lu Wenyu in his hand.

Only after gaining Lu Wei's trust did Li Yan have the opportunity to meet Chen Bingli.

"Huai Niang, is it you? Huai Niang? It's so hard for me to miss you for my husband!"

"You must have a way to save me, right? I also have to watch our baby be born with my own eyes. I don't want to die..."

When Chen Er heard that someone wanted to see him, his hollow eyes finally shone brightly. He crawled over with his hands and feet, and cried to his wife with tears in his hands and tears.

But when he found out that the person who visited him was not his wife Huai Niang, but a little Taoist priest who had never met before, he was silent for a moment and then grabbed Li Yan's trouser legs.

"It was Huai Niang who asked you to pick me out, right?"

"I knew she wouldn't leave mine...I won't leave mine..."

Chen Er was speechless in a panic, as if he grabbed a life-saving straw and grabbed Li Yan tightly.

"Chen's family, whose courtesy name is Kejie, was born in the 20th year of Baoxiang. Can a scholar in the four years of Xiansheng be right?"

Li Yan didn't comment, but just read the script and seemed to be confirming something.

"Yes, I'm talking about it!"

Chen Bingli nodded hurriedly.

"You said it was you? I think it wasn't you."

Li Yan reached out and pointed at Chen Bingli's eyebrows, and in a blink of an eye a talisman was pressed on his forehead.

"Think about it carefully, what exactly did you fall into the water that day?"

The talisman attached to Chen Er's head is called the Qingxin Talisman. It is usually just a gadget used by monks to eliminate distracting thoughts, but now it is very intimidating that Wufeng spontaneously ignits.

"I remembered that day, and I remembered everything that happened that day."

Chen Bingli cried out in pain, and then his face showed a sudden look of enlightenment, but before he could finish his happiness, Zhou Rui's exclamation suddenly came from the side.

"Chen Er, Er Mazi, your face...what happened!"

There was a hint of trembling in his voice. If it weren't for the fact that Li Yan, a master who seemed to have real skills, Zhou Rui would only regret that his parents did not give him two legs.

I saw that the talisman paper was burned to ashes, and Chen Bingli finally showed his true form.

He was wet all over and kept wading water on the ground, with a ball of algae on his head, and his face turned purple due to lack of oxygen, looking like a water ghost.

"I remembered it all. That day I sailed to the river and happened to meet a dead water ghost looking for a substitute. Unfortunately, I was selected. I was already dead at that time."

Chen Bingli's tone was quite indifferent, as if he was declaring someone else's past, not the cause of his own death.

Green eyes looked at Zhou Rui and Li Yan repeatedly, saliva dripping from the protruding gums, as if they were choosing something, and finally stopped their eyes on the younger and stronger Li Yan.

"act recklessly!"

Seeing through the changes in Chen Bingli, Li Yan happened to have no place to vent his previous anger. He threw out six talismans and turned into black chains to trap Chen Bingli tightly.

Zhou Rui was shocked by his mysterious means.

The chains continued to shrink until they tied the prisoners into rice dumplings, but Chen Bingli still tried to rush forward. Even though the chains had been reduced and embedded in his flesh, he still ignored them.

"The Yin and Yang of Heaven and Earth have their own fixed numbers. Reverse death is a life that will harm the harmony of heaven. The original idea is that you are an innocent person, and you want to be gentle. Now it seems that the scholar called Chen Bingli has long died."

Now the one who occupies this body is nothing more than a lonely ghost.

Li Yan didn't say the second half of the sentence.

I originally wanted to push Huai Niang's feet out of the scholar, but now it seems that I still have to rely on soul searching.

After making up his mind, Li Yan was not vague and reached out and pressed on Chen Bingli's rubbed door. His divine thought turned into a sharp drill bit and ripped into the other party's spiritual platform square.

"Have it!"

Finally, at the last moment, Li Yan saw an old locust tree in Chen Bingli's memory.

A tree should have been cut down by the villagers as a beam and pillar, but because of the young man's pity, he was bought as a companion and named Huai Niang. He laughed and said that the ancients had a plum wife and a crane son, and he was with the locust wife and he was also satisfied with his own place.

As spring comes and autumn comes, the locust tree is full of wisdom in the sound of reading aloud, watching the infatuated scholars rush to the provincial capital to take the exam.

But no one would have thought that this side would be a perfect farewell. The book became a substitute for the Water Ghost. When it was brought back, it was already dead like a gossip, and there was no possibility of rescue.

Even the old lady had given up and planned to handle the funeral for her only son, but the only one locust tree did not believe in evil.

"Do you want to save him?"

Under the shade of the tree, the monk's handsome face was vaguely innocent as if he was a young man, and he was holding a golden page in his hand.

"Take it, there is a way to save your benefactor, but the price is a bit too high. Whether to do it or not, the power of choice is always in your hands."

After leaving this sentence, the monk flicked his sleeves and left gracefully.

Only the ignorant tree demon and that page of scriptures were left behind. Huai Niang didn't know how much life the people in a county was. She just wanted to save the little scholar who liked to call her wife.

"The Heavenly Lord of the Unlimited Blessings!"

Although Li Yan's own guesses were all behind, it was probably true that Li Yan used to draw a talisman sword from his waist, and a sword broke the eyebrows between Chen Bingli, who was gradually turning into a corpse puppet.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Li Yan seemed to vaguely see a bright and relaxed smile on the scholar’s ​​face.

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Chapter completed!