Chapter 1 The Maid's Self-Cultivation

Yingying wasn't deliberately trying to show off anything. She could hear the teasing in Attorney An's words, but some things, men could joke about, but she couldn't afford to take lightly.

Even though Yingying knew her boss had high standards and wouldn't be interested in ordinary women, and wouldn't go to such places with Lao Dao or Attorney An.

But "The Maid's Self-Cultivation" had a special section on the nature of men:

Even if they talk about how upright they are, how restrained they seem,

When the time comes, it's only human nature to lose control.

Maybe they'll go on a business trip and visit *that* kind of place alone in a hotel,

Maybe they'll go out to buy groceries and visit *that* kind of place,

Yingying had recently seen a news story about a man who went to a barbecue with his girlfriend and a group of friends, and when he went to the bathroom, he actually went to a streetwalker nearby and *that* happened, only to be caught in a police raid.

Yingying didn't object to her boss visiting *that* kind of place, but she had to maintain the demeanor of the first wife.

Attorney An shook his head,

Silently lamenting the insidious poison of feudalism,

While a million little volcanoes of jealousy erupted!

Because Cuihua wasn't around for dinner, there was no sauerkraut. They ordered takeout. Attorney An showed off like he was offering a treasure and gave Feng Si a bottle of Bỉ Ngạn flower oral liquid. The meal was simple, but they all enjoyed it.

After dinner,

Feng Si lit three incense sticks,

And silently wrote and drew on his palm for a long time,

Then he stood up,

And smiled:

"Found it."

Zhou Ze didn't know exactly how he found it, but he figured the underworld had its own ways.

In the mortal realm, the "Sky Net" system has been gradually popularized in recent years,

But the underworld was even more meticulous. People always die, and once they die and enter hell, they have a file in the underworld, plus there are so many eyes watching;

Even though the ghost messengers at the grassroots level in the mortal realm are now corrupt and degenerate beyond repair, they are still a centipede that dies but does not fall. A few lashes of the whip can still get them to do something.

Everyone tidied up their things,

Packed what needed to be packed,

Threw away what needed to be thrown away,

And then,

Went to seek revenge.

………………

There are very few tourists at Lashi Lake now, not because it's the off-season for tourism, but because environmental整治 (rectification) is being carried out here recently, and many nearby tourism projects have been suspended. Naturally, there are very few tourists who specifically run here.

After the car drove to the vicinity, the mountain road inside was not very easy to travel. Fortunately, there was a horse farm next to the farmhouse where they parked. Attorney An went inside and discussed the price with the boss, and got the horse farm owner to agree to lead the horses out.

They didn't need to ride wildly, in fact, the horse breeders wouldn't dare let you ride wildly.

Attorney An, Feng Si, and Xu Qinglang rode horses, each with a horse breeder leading the way.

Zhou Ze and Yingying sat in the carriage. The road was a bit bumpy. Riding a horse would have been more comfortable than riding in the carriage, but leaning against Yingying was quite pleasant.

Yingying did exude cold air, but her body wasn't stiff, but very soft. She had no residual fragrance of perfume or skin care products, and seemed very pure.

The coachman who controlled the carriage was the owner of the horse farm. Seeing that Zhou Ze and the others were smoking, he also lit a cigarette. Business had been bad lately. This time he took the job because Attorney An paid generously, otherwise he would be fined if he was discovered.

Even so, he had to personally lead the way. If something happened, he could rely on his connections to say a thing or two.

The locals naturally understood the principle of "Jinshan Yinshan" (mountains of gold and silver),

Even if their income had been affected recently, they could take it in stride for the sake of a "steady stream of income."

The coachman exhaled a smoke ring, smiled and pointed to the three horse breeders leading the horses in front, who should be his employees, and said to Zhou Ze and Yingying with a smile:

"Have you been to the Muwang Mansion in the ancient city?"

Zhou Ze didn't answer. In fact, it seemed like he really hadn't had time to go.

"My surname is Yang. In Lijiang, the Yang surname was bestowed by the Muwang (Chief Mu), who was a Muwang family slave.

Hehe,

Did you see my employees?

Do you know their surnames?

Their surname is Mu!

The descendants of Muwang are working for the descendants of his slaves."

The boss seemed very grateful for this "the serfs have turned over and sing" story, and probably often showed it off to tourists.

Honestly,

The Muwang Mansion had indeed been the "earth emperor" in the Naxi area of Lijiang for six hundred years, from the Yuan Dynasty through the Ming and Qing Dynasties and the Republic of China.

It was during the Yongzheng period that the Qing government, which was good at handling ethnic minority issues, played a trick of "converting the native chieftains to officials,"

Which weakened the power of Muwang, but the wealth of the Mu family continued until the Republic of China.

And then,

Muwang encountered the iron fist of the community leader,

It is said that the entire Muwang Mansion was emptied at that time, and poor people without permanent property or houses nearby were allowed to live in it. As for the property of Muwang Mansion, it was also confiscated and distributed to the local poor people.

Although this is just a small episode in the tide of history,

Listening to it at this time,

There is really a feeling of "thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river."

They walked relatively slowly,

It was about ten o'clock when Feng Si, who was leading the way, raised his hand.

Attorney An gave another sum of money, and asked them to wait for him here, promising that there would be a reward after they led them down.

The boss also agreed, promising to wait until the next morning, and then took his former "master" employees to find caves or set up tents nearby.

In the early years, it was common for locals to go into the mountains to hunt, hunt bears, and hunt wolves. Even firearms were hidden in many homes. When the government wanted to confiscate them, not many people were really so honest and handed them all over. Keeping them at home was also considered a souvenir.

So, camping in the mountains was not a difficult thing for them.

The group gathered together, and under the leadership of Feng Si, walked a few more kilometers before stopping at a mountain depression.

On the hillside diagonally in front of them, there was an earthen house. A family should be living there.

Attorney An sighed in disappointment, and said, "It looks very poor. I thought I could make a quick buck by robbing a village, but now I feel like I can't even earn back the travel expenses."

Of course, this was just a joke.

A family living alone on a hillside really gave off a feeling of a "reclusive expert."

"Should we divide into several groups to surround them?" Attorney An looked at Feng Si.

"Let's go up together. He won't run. He has a lot of family members." Feng Si said calmly, "His son broke his leg and is paralyzed. His daughter is mentally disabled.

Below there are four grandchildren, all of whom have diseases and cannot take care of themselves. Where can he run to?"

"So tragic?" Zhou Ze was a little surprised, but immediately said, "Since he's living such a tragic life, let's help him get rid of it quickly."

Boss Zhou wouldn't have any pity for those who wanted his life and plotted against him.

As for what would happen to his family if he died,

Sorry,

Zhou Ze didn't want to care at all.

"This is?" Attorney An heard other meanings, because this guy was really too unlucky, "Is it forced to be together?"

Feng Si nodded,

"After he died, he became a ghost messenger. After receiving his assignment, he lived with his family, and even took the initiative to help his family improve their lives and get medical treatment.

At first, it was harmonious and beautiful,

But slowly,

First, his parents died unexpectedly, then his children had accidents, and then even his four grandchildren suffered misfortune.

To put it bluntly,

People like us, even if we occupy the body of a living person and move around in the mortal world, we don't belong to the mortal world after all. Forcing ourselves to live with people who are related to us will only bring them misfortune.

Xuanxiu (cultivators of Daoism) are a little better, they have their own ways to resolve it, but for ordinary people, the closer they get, the easier it is to cause backlash."

Zhou Ze was silent after hearing this,

Yingying was a little happy,

Because in this way, the boss's original wife would never come back!

Zhou Ze didn't think of Doctor Lin right away,

He thought of Lao Dao,

Xu Qinglang was a Xuanxiu, so it was okay for him to live with ghost messengers and zombies,

But Lao Dao was just a half-baked charlatan, with no real skills other than touching his crotch,

He had been living in the bookstore for almost two years,

But he was still so energetic that he could comfort the young ladies,

Tsk,

His life was really tough.

As the group began to walk up the hillside,

They saw a man who looked like an old farmer sitting on the open space in front of the earthen house from afar.

Beside the old farmer,

There were more than a dozen chickens walking around.

"Real free-range chickens, not fed with feed."

Lao Xu sighed beside him.

The taste of the soup made with these chickens was naturally different.

As the group got closer,

The old farmer, who had been sitting there weaving a bamboo basket, stood up silently,

Slightly restrained and shy,

But he opened his mouth and shouted directly:

"You're here!"

His voice was loud and echoed in the valley.

"Hey~~~ We're here! Hey, dong dong cai!"

Attorney An shouted back.

Zhou Ze was a little surprised and looked at Feng Si beside him, "Is it really him?"

Actually, judging from the old farmer's previous reaction, it had been confirmed that it was him, and he had also admitted it.

But the image of the person in front of him was really very different from the mastermind who plotted against him and directly killed the ghost messenger to silence him, as Zhou Ze had imagined.

"Yeah." Feng Si nodded, "His name is Mu Chengen. He has been a ghost messenger here for sixty years."

Sixty years as a ghost messenger!

Zhou Ze nodded slowly,

A jiazi (sixty years) of cultivation, even a pangolin could become an 精 (essence), let alone a ghost messenger.

"The small one greets the Inspector and the Constable!"

The old farmer knelt down directly,

His posture was very respectful,

And he raised his head,

And said with a sincere face:

"One person is responsible for their own actions. Since you adults have come here, it is natural for the small one to entertain you.

The small one is also eager to try and wants to spar with you adults. Anyway, I'm going to die sooner or later. The small one understands that you adults won't let the small one go.

There is only one thing,

There are several members of the small one's family in the house, all of whom are miserable people. Please spare them after you've dealt with the small one. The family is paralyzed in bed, and I'm also worried that they'll offend your noses."

After saying that,

The old farmer stood up straight again,

The posture of "slave greeting" from before was gone,

Leaving only a kind of majestic momentum that seemed to be integrated with the surrounding cliffs!

"Yingying, Lao An!"

Zhou Ze shouted.

"Boss?"

"Present, Boss!"

"Go and arrest his family. When I beat him up later,

As long as this old codger dares to fight back, torture his family for me, make them wish they were dead!"

"............" The old farmer.