The man remained silent, and at this moment, he was a little lost.

Zhou Ze originally thought he would become a ghost, just like the dead souls of the victims who were set on fire by delivery guys in his bookstore.

Once the existence of a ghost turns into a fierce ghost, its obsession will be completely solidified and will completely cut off the path of reincarnation. The only ending is to disappear.

It's a bit like a person taking more than a hundred times the amount of stimulant in a short period of time, and of course he was so excited that he was in the sky. Of course, after he was excited, he would prepare to collect the body.

However, the person in front of him seemed a little calm.

Very lost, hesitant, helpless, and entangled.

He turned around and looked at the Confucian Temple behind him and sighed, "So, as a sage, I grew up reading books, in the eyes of sages, Is it actually the same as those who failed the imperial examinations?"

I originally thought I was unique, but I originally thought that I was lucky enough to even judge the destiny. Who knew that in the end, it was nothing more than my high self-esteem.

In fact, he should have figured it out long ago, otherwise he would not have been detained here for hundreds of years, and was confused all day long, and could not even have self-awareness. He could only follow generations of people and circle around the Confucian Temple.

The man looked at Zhou Ze: "Do you think I should die?"

Zhou Ze did not answer.

"I have a friend named Liu. After learning that the predecessor hangs himself in Coal Mountain, he led the whole family to commit suicide in the house and follow the predecessor."

The man told him gently,

"The day before the accident, he had a granddaughter who was only thirteen years old and secretly ran to my mansion, hoping to seek my protection. Her mother was a concubine and wanted to give her a chance to live.

Then my old friend came to the door in person and took his granddaughter away.

In the end, more than twenty people from the Liu family hanged themselves to sacrifice their country. The little granddaughter was stabbed to death by a sword. She didn't want to die, but she died."

The man smiled, "Do you think you do this, right?"

Zhou Ze did not remain silent this time, but said, "She shouldn't die."

"Yes, she shouldn't die, so I think, whether to die or live, everyone has their own concerns in their hearts. I know that my relatives don't want to die, and my children don't want to die, so I have to grit my teeth and live

Go down.

I live not only for myself, but for their family.

In addition, during my tenure in the Later Dynasty, I lived countless people, and the number of murders was reduced.

Just like after Li Shimin's Xuanwu Sect, he knew that he was destined to leave stains that could not be washed away in history, so he devoted all his energy to be a wise and good emperor.

I had this mentality at that time.

I always feel that doing more good things and living more people. Even if I fail to die for the country, I finally keep a useful body and do something beneficial to the country and the people, which can be regarded as making up for my faults on the other hand."

The man said a lot, and obviously he was not convinced.

In ancient times, scholars called themselves saint disciples because they read saint books and learned saint principles. But now it is obvious that everyone in the Confucian Temple has labeled him as an unfilial son.

He was originally a clan of the Nine Ministers, but his treatment after his death was the same as those in the Confucian Temple who committed suicide by failing the imperial examination.

This has already shown the attitude of the saints.

Zhou Ze squatted down slowly, looked at the man in front of him, thought for a while, and said, "I feel familiar with what you just said. I have been counting less than a hundred years ago. Someone once said something similar to you.

Speech.

His name is Wang Jixin.

When the nation was in danger, he became a traitor and made accomplices for the tiger, and called it the curb-salvation of the country."

The man opened his mouth slightly, trying to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

"You were the censor of the previous dynasty and became the nine ministers of the later dynasty, so you no longer have to make excuses for yourself.

The most essential reason is actually very simple.

The water is too cold.”

Upon hearing this, the man showed a look of shame and anger on his face and glared at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze spread his hands, his nails grew, and then pulled out the sign on the palm of his right hand, drew a circle, and the door to hell was opened.

"Please, what you want is just a decent one, go in by yourself.

If I go to catch it myself, I will not even have the last bit of decency.”

The man stood up and walked forward step by step. Before stepping into the door, he stared at Zhou Ze with a slightly deeper look:

"Do you think the water is cold?"

"Just have a clear conscience."

The man looked thoughtful and shook his head. He didn't know if he finally figured it out or couldn't figure it out, but he finally took that step and walked into the door.

Zhou Ze waved his hand, the door dissipated, and everything here ended.

It seems that I have to thank the official for swallowing all the nearby scholar ghosts into my stomach, which also saves Zhou Ze a lot of trouble.

"Boss, is this over?" said the female corpse in disappointment, "I thought you would beat him up."

"It doesn't make sense to fight or not." Zhou Ze looked at the Confucian Temple not far away in front of him and said, "Besides, the saints in the Confucian Temple have been detained here for hundreds of years, so it's time to punish him."

Bai Yingying pouted, "It seems that the mud tires in the Confucian Temple are still useful, and they are not all blind."

"Yes, they detained the soul of the former censor here because they felt that this censor was not his disciple, and had done something shameless, and had lost their face and needed punishment.

They punished him,

Then, the dynasty changed, the Ming Dynasty became the Qing Dynasty, and many of them changed, but the Confucian Temple was still the Confucian Temple, and these saints and clay-worn men still enjoyed the incense offerings of the New Dynasty.”

"..." Bai Yingying.

"Boss, you are becoming more and more philosophical now. Are the clay figures in the temple good or bad things?"

Bai Yingying still remembers that she helped someone grab the incense last time and entered the Confucian Temple, but she felt uncomfortable being "started".

"It's just something."

After taking a taxi, it was already ten o'clock in the evening when I returned to the bookstore, but this time is usually Zhou Ze's real business hours.

Perhaps it is because there are few ghosts during the day and more active ghosts at night.

These days, Mingchao has made a little money, but after the last video was given, Zhou Ze burned a lot of Mingchao to avoid trouble.

Of course, that video cannot be used as direct evidence, but as long as the relevant parties know the truth of the matter in their hearts and spend some effort to carefully investigate it, the truth of the matter will not be revealed.

That video is nothing more than an introduction and cannot be used as real evidence.

Zhou Ze did not go to read books, but instead listened to music with headphones and flipped through some news casually. Bai Yingying sat behind Zhou Ze with her mobile phone and played games.

The master and servant each have their own fun. In the eyes of the man next door who is more beautiful than a woman, this is the sign of depravity!

The door of the bookstore was pushed open late at night, and a girl came in, holding a corgi dog.

Familiar girl, familiar corgi.

Zhou Ze stood up and poured her a glass of water. As the first VIP client, she deserved to enjoy this kind of service.

Zhou Ze also looked closer,

People live,

Dogs live too.

It was really late at night, and there was a living person entering his own bookstore, and the probability was indeed relatively low.

"Boss, my dog ​​has been found."

"Congratulations." Zhou Ze said.

The Corgi Dog was excited to circle Zhou Ze twice, and then ran to Bai Yingying like a joyful person.

Bai Yingying was playing with pesticides, but was suddenly disturbed by the dog. She immediately glared at it, and the Corgi dog was stunned.

As the saying goes, dogs can see people with low eyes, but in fact, dogs can see some things that people cannot see.

At that moment, the dog sat on the ground, and his shit and urine came out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the boss is so sorry." The girl immediately stood up and prepared to clean up.

"It's okay." Zhou Ze signaled the girl to stay calm, and then said to Bai Yingying: "Cleaning."

Bai Yingying put down her cell phone and went to the bathroom with a mop and a rag with a sad look on her face.

"Boss, your bookstore business has never been very good, right?" The girl took her dog back and put it at her feet and refused to let it run around.

Of course, this guy didn't dare to run around, and didn't dare to breathe for a moment.

"Let's have a break." Zhou Ze said.

"Last time, thanks to you telling me where the dog is, I was able to find the person who led it and pay for it to redeem it."

“How much did it cost?”

"It's more than 10,000 yuan. People refused to pay it back. They said she raised it, but after the price was negotiated, they still returned the dog to me."

Zhou Ze nodded.

"Boss, I think you can add more things to your bookstore, such as this chair. It feels so uncomfortable to sit on it, and you can change it to a sofa."

If I have money, I want to change it.

"How about I invest in stocks? You can make it well." The girl touched the dog's head and said to Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze knew that she wanted to repay her, so it didn't matter even if she lost money, but Zhou Ze couldn't agree.

Can't you ask others if you mind paying dividends to collect dark money?

If you burn the secret money that can accumulate good deeds?

When the Taoist priest said this to him, Zhou Ze regarded the other party as a bad pen.

Um,

So Zhou Ze didn't want to be regarded as a bad pen by the girl in front of him.

At this moment, a "laugh" came from the noodle restaurant next door. Then, Xu Qinglang, who was wearing pajamas, ran out and came to the bookstore next door, facing Zhou Ze and Bai Yingying who was wiping dog shit.

Shouting:

"I won the lottery, I won the lottery, 100,000!"

Xu Qinglang is very happy. When people are happy, they always think about sharing. Where can they find living people nearby, there is only the bookstore next to him.

However, it seems that the two of the bookstores next door are not living...

"Congratulations." Zhou Ze congratulated.

"Tsk tsk, give me a bag, Boss Xu." Bai Yingying took the opportunity to eat some fun money.

"It's a little bit." Xu Qinglang began to pretend to be reserved, and then he saw that there was a young and beautiful girl next to him, and immediately said even more reservedly:

"It's only 100,000 yuan, only 80,000 yuan after tax, and only a lottery. For me, who has more than 20 resettlement houses in Shiqiao District, it's just a drizzle and nothing really does my life.

Influence."

"Shiqiao District?" the girl asked.

"Yes." Xu Qinglang replied.

Shiqiao District is close to the city center, and the house prices there are higher than other places, so it will naturally be more proud. Oh no, it can be more subtle.

"Oh, that's probably my community."

"Where is your family?" Xu Qinglang smiled even brighter, "Next time I have the chance to come out for a coffee?"

“My house doesn’t live there.”

"What does that mean?"

"I mean, the one who demolishes your house and compensates you for resettlement housing should be my company."
Chapter completed!