I have a book of salvation

These awkward words... what are you talking about?

It’s hard for Stone to remember.

Yu Chen felt confused after hearing this.

But it happened that the old man Literary Saint who came out of the underworld noticed this sentence, frowned, and asked Shitou: "Does the person whose head was chopped off look young, thin, and have three black moles on his forehead?"

Shitou thought about it and nodded sharply, "You guessed it right!"

After hearing this, the old man of Literary Saint let out a long sigh.

Yu Chen was curious, so he asked him.

The old man Literary Saint didn't show off, so he told what happened a year ago.

It is said that Master Shuntian came out of Youhe County a year ago, claiming to have received the destiny to assassinate the emperor.

In the end, not only did the emperor not kill them, but he also took all of them in. About a dozen of them died on the spot, and the rest were all executed by Ling Chi. The execution was carried out by the most senior executioners in the capital. Each traitor was cut into pieces three times. Thousands and six hundred cuts, and he just breathed his last.

Naturally, such a serious crime, which is comparable to treason, is not that simple.

Not only were the rebels implicated in the Nine Clans, but Zheng Shuyue, the magistrate of Fangyouhe County, and a group of officials were also dismissed from their posts and thrown into prison. It is said that when the one-year period comes when the day of rebellion comes, he will behead his head as a sacrifice to heaven.

The old man Literary Saint counted the days, and it seemed that a year ago today was the time when the horrific assassination incident occurred.

"Zheng Shuyi is not an ordinary person. He studied in Jixia Academy and stood out from the crowd. I have a good impression of him - he is a good young man who serves the country loyally and is upright. However, he did not expect to suffer such a misfortune. It is a pity, it is really a pity. ah!"

Although everyone knows that Master Shuntian's assassination of the emperor has nothing to do with Youzhou County Magistrate Zheng Shuyi.

But Master Shuntian was from Youhe County and made his fortune in Youhe County.

As the magistrate of Youhe County, Zheng Shuyi was not strict in governing the people, so he could not escape the blame.

If it were an ordinary matter, then dismissal would be enough.

But what Master Shuntian committed was the most intolerable heinous crime in this feudal dynasty!

——Assassination of the emperor!

This kind of serious crime, which even the eighteenth generation of ancestors could dig up and repeatedly whip the corpse, was a completely unreasonable disaster for Youhe County magistrate Zheng Shuyi.

Then, from the words of the old man Wen Sheng, Yu Chen learned one more thing.

It's Youhe County.

Because there was a traitor who assassinated the emperor, the city god of Youhe County received an order not to allow a drop of rain to fall for three years.

As punishment.

As for the so-called underground city god, Yu Chen also knew about it.

Zhantiansi in the capital is very large in scale.

In addition to countless humane Qi practitioners, there are also some mountain spirits who have been canonized.

——Most of these spirits are mountain gods, Shui Bo, or "gods" born from long incense offerings in earth temples.

Although in a true sense, they also belong to the realm of nature and monsters.

However, most of these spirits do not have much intention to harm others. Instead, they carry the destiny and general trend of the land and water.

Naturally, it was impossible for the imperial court to kill them all with one sword, so the term "canonization" came into being.

Let those mountain spirits survive under the management of the imperial court, and they are known as "underground gods".

Among them, the most well-known ones, in addition to the land gods in various places, are probably the legendary "Wind Uncle", "Rain Master", "Thunder God" and "Dian Mu".

The "Rain Master" does not refer to a single existence, but a collective name for the spirits in charge of rain and shine in a region.

Therefore, Master Youhe Yu dared not disobey the imperial court's order.

There has been no rain in Youhe County for a year.

Hearing this, Yu Chen raised a question mark and frowned.

"Is there something wrong?"

You said that in this feudal era when the emperor was respected, it is understandable that people like assassinating the emperor would implicate nine tribes.

But is it too much to let dozens or millions of people in a county suffer?

——There has been no rain for three years.

This was a fatal blow to the developed civilization in Yu Chen's previous life.

Not to mention the farmers in Youhe County who face the loess and turn their backs to the sky.

After these three years, if there are still 30% of the people left in Youhe County, it is considered good.

Admittedly, Yu Chen could understand the imperial court's intention, which was to kill the chicken to scare the monkey to the extreme, so that anyone who has thoughts of rebellion in the future would have to think about whether the consequences are something they can bear.

But he couldn't agree with it.

What crime do the people of Youhe County have?

To put it bluntly, he was just born in Youhe County.

Who can control this thing?

After saying these words, the old man of Literary Saint shook his head repeatedly, not only lamenting the death of Youhe County Magistrate Zheng Shuyi, but also sighing at the suffering of the people of Youhe. With a sigh, he returned to the underworld.

Leave Yu Chen and Shi Shi behind.

The former thought for a while, as if he had made some decision, and suddenly said: "Shitou, come with me to rain in the next two days."

Without even thinking about it, Shitou grinned and nodded: "Okay! Shitou will go with you!"

It just so happened that at this moment, Yu Xiaoyu, who had gone somewhere before, also came back. She only heard the second half of the sentence, and her eyes immediately lit up, "Where are you going? I am going too!"

Stone immediately glared.

Two guys, big eyes and small eyes, no one can understand the other!

Yu Chen had no choice but to wait for the two of them to stare at each other before leaving the mausoleum guarding room.

I got on the Nine Nether Ghost Chariot and went to the Cangjiang River. I took out the water-purifying gourd and took a shot!

The vast water of the Cangjiang River is collected into this water-purifying gourd, just like hundreds of rivers converging into the sea.

After pretending enough, Yu Chen returned.

At this time, it was already afternoon.

On the Bugui Tomb, Yu Xiaoyu didn't know where he went, but Shitou was preparing food in the kitchen.

Just as Yu Chen was about to enter the house, he heard footsteps coming from down the mountain.

After a while, several officials from that morning came up again carrying the body.

Yu Chen noticed that the expression of one of the thin officials was particularly unnatural - he looked at the corpse on the cart with sadness in his eyes.

When they saw Yu Chen, the officials immediately greeted him and called the gravekeeper, then unloaded the body and dug a hole for burial.

There were more than ten corpses in total, all with a dense circle of stitches around their necks.

Without looking closely at the wound, Yu Chen knew that it was a beheaded wound.

And the leading corpse made him take a second look - because there was a soul standing on him.

Look at that appearance, he is thin and handsome, and he looks to be in his twenties or thirties. The three black moles on his eyebrows are not only unobtrusive, but also highlight a different kind of bookishness.

With this appearance and injury, Yu Chen immediately guessed that it was Zheng Shuyi, the magistrate of Youhe County.

Seeing Yu Chen looking at the corpse, the bald official explained, "Hey, that's the magistrate of Youhe County. He suffered an unreasonable disaster due to the assassination a year ago and was beheaded. It's a pity."

After saying that, the bald official glanced at the distracted skinny monkey behind him, and lowered his voice: "That skinny monkey is from Youhe County. I heard that I respect the magistrate of Youhe County very much, and I didn't want him to send him away." The magistrate of Youhe County went up the mountain, but his family is still there, and now he has to work hard to earn money to move..."

At this point, the bald official couldn't help but cursed: "Damn, what's wrong with this world!"

Yu Chen was speechless.

After a long time, the bodies of these Youhe Yamen officials were buried.

All the officials came down the mountain, but the thin monkey knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Zheng Shuyue, the magistrate of Youhe County.

Yu Chen brought a bowl of tea and handed it to him.

After thanking him repeatedly, the thin monkey drank it in one breath.

"Although I am here to look at graves, I have learned some celestial phenomena. There has been rain in the direction of Youhe River recently."

The thin monkey turned his head in horror and saw Yu Chen pointing in the direction of Youhe County.

He smiled miserably, obviously not taking it seriously, but he still bowed and said, "I would like to lend you your kind words."

After that, he went down the mountain.

He has to continue to earn money to move his family out of Youhe County.

After everyone had left, Yu Chen looked at Zheng Shuyi's ghost.

The other party also looked at him calmly.

Obviously, this man's ghost is sane.

"For some reason, when Mr. Zheng first saw Mr., he felt that Mr.... was extraordinary." Zheng Shuyan's ghost gently cupped his hands and looked at Yu Chen.

Yu Chen didn't say anything, but just entered the room, and Zheng Shuyi's soul followed him.

The sutra of saving people appears, and the golden light shines brightly.

The revolving door of Zheng Shuyi's life flashed by one by one.

There isn't much to say.

As Wen Sheng said, Zheng Shuyi was from Youhe County, but he grew up in the capital. Yu Wenzhi was very talented and went to Jixia Academy to study.

On the day he completed his studies, he rejected the olive branch offered by the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty, who was more than ten thousand people, and came to the imperial court in the capital, and returned to the poor Youhe County to serve as the county magistrate.

During his three years in office, he worked diligently to rectify the officialdom, personally suppressed bandits, reduced taxes, established schools, and supported industry and commerce... In just three years, the entire Youhe County has taken on a new look.

At this time, the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty in the capital heard about it and once again extended an olive branch, inviting him to come to the capital as an official and pave the way to the Qingyun Avenue; even the seventh prince Zhou Xiu also invited him three times to become his guest.

They all refused and stayed behind in Youhe.

Zheng Shuyi once said that he was born in Youhe and should prosper in Youhe.

He swore an oath not to enter the capital if there was hunger in Youhe River.

That is to say, as long as there are still people in Youhe who don't have enough to eat, he will never go to Beijing as an official in his life.

But just when Youhe County was prospering under his leadership, the "Shuntian Assassination" case broke out.

Those sinners were all executed by nine clans, and he, the magistrate of Youhe County, was also imprisoned. The entire Youhe County was also deprived of rain, and the people had no harvest and were suffering from hunger and cold.

Zheng Shuyi saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart.

But he was in jail, helpless.

Until today when he was beheaded, the depression accumulated in his heart turned into his words of praying for rain for the people and echoed throughout the world.

The revolving door is over.

Yu Chen opened his eyes and looked at the former magistrate of Youhe County with clear eyes.

The latter was also sizing him up and asked: "Just now, Zheng heard from your husband that he was observing the sky at night and saw rain in the Youhe River?"

Yu Chen nodded.

"But His Majesty's decree is to control the sky and the rain master to control it. There has been a drought in Youhe for three years. If you miss a day, a night, a minute, it doesn't count as three years."

Zheng Shuyi asked, but his voice became increasingly excited, "——Where does the rain come from?"

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