My monsters are going to heaven

Before leaving Jinling Town, Lu Yiming made a special trip to the Local Chronicle Office and borrowed the entire set of "Jinling Local Chronicles" in the name of handling the case.

The old man who was repairing books in the local chronicle library held his presbyopic glasses and asked inexplicably, "Detective, do you need this for the case?"

"Hey, let's get to know the local customs and customs." Lu Yiming found that the title of inspector is really useful, and he can enjoy it everywhere.

Back at the apartment, under the kerosene lamp, Lu Yiming opened the book from memory.

This set of local chronicles, when he was a child, he used to pass the time reading it as strange tales mixed with books such as "Taiping Guangji", "Sou Shen Ji", and "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio". There are many absurd records in it , he always felt that the people who repaired the will were too boring to make up.

However, after going through all kinds of things in the past few days, Lu Yiming had to start to doubt life.

I vaguely remember a story in it, it's about moving souls, right?Just can't remember which volume it was in.

Enduring the doze, I turned to the seventh volume, and finally found the story.

【Volume [-]. The Case of the Old Beggar who Moved His Soul

During the fourth year of Jiaqing, an old beggar came from the east. He had chicken skin and white hair, was crippled and limping, and wept when he saw anyone. He said that he was Fang Muqing, a wealthy businessman in Jinling. In a ruined temple thousands of miles away.So he begged all the way back home, but was turned away by his family.Fang Fu said that Fang Muqing had never left home, and directly denounced the beggar as a charlatan who was greedy for money and cheating, and sued the officials to arrest him.During the official interrogation, the old beggar was able to tell the whole story of Fang's family frankly, answering all questions, and not being inaccurate.Undecided, the beggar suddenly died in prison.The whole family of the rear mansion moved out, and their whereabouts are unknown.Mr. Shijing said, I heard that there is a technique of moving souls in the world, but I don't know if it is suitable for this matter?There is no proof of death. 】

The general idea is that a man claimed to wake up from a rich man in his early thirties to a disabled old beggar. Under the circumstances that no one believed, he died in prison in desolation.

When I read this story when I was young, I just thought that the old man might just be a liar.The soul-shifting technique sounds absurd.

Now, in the middle of the cold day, when I read this story again, Lu Yiming felt goosebumps.

If what the old beggar said is true, how miserable and helpless he is, even his closest relatives don't believe him and don't allow him!

So, what is the real identity of Fang Muqing who is in Fangfu?Is he the old beggar himself?Using magic tricks to steal other people's skins and occupy other people's lives... It's no different from a thief.But it is more hidden and more terrifying than the secular thieves - because even the closest people around them are often not aware of it.

There are so many ridiculous things in this world.If it doesn't fall on me, who wants to believe it?

Just like if he dared to say that he was Lu Yiming in front of Sister Chen, Sister Chen would definitely have the ability to beat him up.

It's a pity that this book only briefly records the past events, without detailed explanations.

If you can't find the old way of Namo, you will not be able to solve it after all.

Lu Yiming was in a daze while lying on the pile of books amidst his complicated thoughts.

Unexpectedly, a voice lazily sounded above his head: "Where is the evildoer?"

Lu Yiming raised his head, but found that he was no longer in the apartment.

Surrounded by white mist, he was at a loss.Through the white mist, a purple figure could be vaguely seen floating in the air ahead.

I don't know if it's a dream or an illusion.

In the past, Lu Yiming would definitely be shaking with fright.But after these few encounters over the past few days, he calmed down and said nonchalantly, "I'm a scholar, so what kind of person is your Excellency?"

"Human?" The man couldn't help laughing, "How could there be someone here? How did the mortal body get in?"

"Of course I am not a mortal body. I was born with gold and precious bones. I have an orifice in the sky and can communicate with ghosts and gods." Lu Yiming simply made up nonsense, "What do you call your Excellency?"

"My surname is Qian, Huang, and Yan." The man laughed loudly, "Guess."

Accompanied by his laughter, the white mist slowly faded away, and the outline of the man's facial features gradually became visible.It was a beautiful young man with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a face like a crown of jade. He was combing the square bun in the Qing Dynasty and wearing a purple cloak. He was dressed like an ancient man.

"I only heard that there is a man named Lu Bu who is called a family slave with three surnames?" Lu Yiming deliberately teased.

The beautiful young man really raised his eyebrows, and said sullenly: "I have no education! There is Yan Ruyu in the book, there is a golden house in the book, there is a thousand bell millet in the book, have you heard of it?"

Lu Yiming suddenly realized: "You are... the book fairy of the local chronicles of Jinling? This is Shuli?" I wanted to say 'book demon', but I thought it was inappropriate, so I hurriedly changed it to the word "xian".

The young man fell slowly, and he looked a little fairy. He smiled and said, "It's almost the same. If you can get in, it's your ability. How about it, I love listening to stories most in my life. Tell me a story, and I will let you in." How about a story for you?"

Unexpectedly, he could enter the book, and Lu Yiming didn't know how to feel for a while.

Thinking about it like a dream, he didn't care anymore, and said lightly, "I've read this set of books a long time ago, there's nothing new about it."

The man was a little unwilling, and rolled his eyes, "The ones you can see are all preserved now. You must have never read the volumes that were lost before."

"Oh? So you only know the local chronicles?" Lu Yiming asked.

A trace of resentment floated on the young man's fair face: "I know astronomy at the top and geography at the bottom, so don't look down on people."

"Then I'll test you, and if you can answer, I'll tell you a story." Lu Yiming thought for a while, "Do you know that there is a way to change the soul and change the skin?"

The young man laughed triumphantly, "Haha, I know there are three ways to transfer souls, which one do you want to hear?"

"the simplest."

"Become an immortal." The young man said seriously, "As long as you become an immortal, wouldn't it be a snap to change your soul and change your skin?"

"...Simple?" Lu Yiming rolled his eyes, if I become a fairy, I don't need to ask you.

"Compared with the latter methods, this method is already the simplest."

"What about the second method?" Lu Yiming asked.

The young man raised his eyebrows and squinted, "I only tell one story a day, and I only listen to one story. Now it's your turn."

Lu Yiming had no choice, so he lazily imitated the tone of a storyteller and said, "It is said that there is a very rich family in Jinling Town, whose surname is Chen..."

In a daze, he recounted the murder case of Chen Ji's extermination of the family vividly and vividly, but in his story, the unresolved murderer was Chen Jinzhi, and he insisted on describing Chen Jinzhi as an unworthy son who hired murderers to kill his relatives for money.

When he heard that Chen Jinzhi was brought to justice at the end of the story, the young man couldn't help applauding, "This story is interesting. I'll tell you another day. I'm sleepy and going to sleep. You go." He stepped forward and gave Lu Yiming a push.

Lu Yiming's whole body trembled, he woke up from the pile of books, and raised his head.

The kerosene wick on the desk has burned to the end and is about to go out.

Outside the window, the night is slowly fading, the moon is setting, and the east is white.

Lu Yiming lay on the ground all night, his back was sore, he covered the coal lamp casually, and was about to sleep on the bed when there was a sudden noise outside the door.

Something seemed to be rubbing against the door.It makes this old door rattle.

thief?

Lu Yiming laughed, really picky places, and opened the door directly to see how brave this blind thief is.

But he saw a black mass outside the door, shivering in the cold wind.

I was taken aback for a moment, and when I took a closer look, it turned out to be a donkey.

Seeing him coming out, the donkey was obviously frightened, jumped up and took a few steps back.

Huh?

This coat color, these ears... Isn't this, Mo Laodao's little donkey?

It is really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

Lu Yiming got angry, led the little donkey into the house, pulled its ears, and pretended to be stern and asked: "Where is your master? If you don't say anything, I'll cut off your ears and soak them in garlic for dinner. "

The little donkey brayed vigorously, as if arguing about something.

Lu Yiming became even more angry, and he didn't feel like going back to sleep when he returned to the cage: "Okay, don't be so arrogant. I don't understand, just take me to find him!"

The donkey's head shook like a wave drum.

"Oh, you stubborn donkey, you don't want to eat a toast, do you?" Lu Yiming grabbed a kitchen knife from the table to scare him.

The little donkey turned around and spread its hooves and ran out.

Lu Yiming copied the kitchen knife and chased after him murderously.

The little donkey stopped when it reached the sand outside, raised its right hoof and began to grind on the ground.After a while, a graph will appear.

Lu Yiming also stopped, wanting to see what tricks it could come up with.

map?not like.

This stroke by stroke seems to be intended to write?

Sure enough, after a while, four big crooked characters were written on the sand.

Lu Yiming smiled: "Yo, the little donkey is quite educated. I want to see what you wrote?" He leaned forward and read it word by word: "I...foot...and...zhou? "I couldn't help but patted the donkey's head, "What? What's on your feet?"

The little donkey let out a sigh-like sound, raised its little hoof, and started writing again.This time it was written extremely slowly, with square strokes and square strokes.

"I am...Wen..." Lu Yiming said softly, and before he finished speaking, his face turned pale with shock, and he repeated, "Wen Yuan?!"

The little donkey blinked its two shiny black eyes and looked at him calmly.

This……

Lu Yiming threw down the kitchen knife, hugged the little donkey's head, and met its eyes: "Inspector Wenyuan?! Is it really you?"

The little donkey nodded helplessly.

"How did you become like this? Are you...are you also the old man?" Lu Yiming couldn't believe it, his eyes were almost bigger than him.A few days ago, he would definitely not associate a donkey with Inspector Wen Yuan.But right now...he couldn't help but not believe it.

The little donkey made a long line, quite impassioned.

Lu Yiming quickly interrupted, "...No, Inspector, I can't understand a single word you are saying now. You should write slowly."

The little donkey slowly wrote a word on the sand.

--Hungry.

Early in the morning, the owner of the spicy noodle soup stall in the east of the city just opened for business.

These days, he has seen many kinds of people.

But it was the first time he saw a donkey feeding spicy noodle soup.

This young man brought a donkey over as soon as the stall opened, and pointed out that he wanted to eat this.

The boss couldn't help being a little bit dumbfounded: "You are like this, can it stand it?" After a pause, he didn't forget to remind, "Ordinary donkeys grow better by eating grass."

"It's no ordinary donkey," Lu Yiming sighed, "Hey, it likes to eat, so let it eat."

Seeing the little donkey devouring the spicy noodle soup, Lu Yiming couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

It has become like this, and I still don’t forget to eat spicy noodle soup, how greedy I am.

wrong.

Lu Yiming suddenly thought of a question, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet to the top of the sky.

Detective Wen Yuan is on the donkey.

So who is in Lu Yiming's skin?

The author has something to say: I feel a little sorry for the inspector...hahaha

The paragraph in classical Chinese is awkward, I will fix it later

How about the new name "Guide to Feeding the Fading God"?

Holy crap, the review took more than 10 hours, this article is so pure, let me pass it