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Wen Judgment put the judge's pen in his sleeve and said something to Wu Juju on the side.

"There is a cultivator in the Yangjian temple who invited me to see him, I'll leave for a moment!"

Wu Judge stopped the pen and listened for a while, but heard no sound, and then the judge's pen swiped in front of him, ripples rippled in front of his eyes, showing the scene in the side hall of the temple.

There was a man in a green shirt with wide sleeves, who was arranging tributes and pouring wine, and bowed at the statue of Wenjuan.

At the same moment when the judge Wu raised the brush and painted the scene, the other party seemed to feel something. He raised his head and looked at the statue of another judge on the side of the judge. His eyes seemed to meet the two judges of the court and the yin division across the yin and yang, which made both judges heart. A Rin.

"Wen Judgment will go, I will pay attention to the situation in the temple here!"

When Judge Wen heard the words, he stood up and didn't say anything.

In the side hall of the City God Temple, Ji Yuan glanced in the direction of the statue of Martial Judge just when he felt it, and could vaguely sense a certain line of sight, thinking that the Yin Sizhong had already paid attention to himself.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the invisible court judge to step out of the statue and land next to Ji Yuan. His official robes and hats were black, but his black beards and temples showed vicissitudes.

Ji Yuan hurriedly bowed to the civil judge.

"In the next plan, if there is something to disturb the sentence, I hope that Haihan can take the time to talk to me after the sentence!"

Seeing the tribute wine and the courteous attitude of the other party, the court judge's natural attitude also eased, and because he couldn't see the depth of the other party, he naturally returned the salute.

"Mr. is serious. If you have anything to say, just come through."

Ji Yuan showed a smile, thinking that the judge should be a good talker, and pointed his left hand to the offering table.

"Please use the text, let's talk while eating!"

Wen Juan was also free and easy. Hearing that, he picked up a wine glass and sniffed it. He opened his mouth and drank it. But when he put down the glass, Ji Yuan clearly saw that there was still wine in the glass, but there was no wine smell.

Ji Yuan smiled, and with a wave of his hand, the wine remaining in Wen Ju's wine glass had dissipated, and while refilling the glass for the other party, he began to tell his intentions.

"I think Wen Ju still remembers that there was a famous Zuo family in Juntian Mansion?"

"Well, it is natural to have an impression. It is considered the best in the world of martial arts, and it can be called a prominent name."

"Then, did the Zuo family have any wicked people who made Yin Si disgusted?"

Wen Ju replied after eating another piece of rice cake.

"That never happened."

With a wider heart, it would be more appropriate for the predecessors to have no major mistakes.

"Speaking of which, this Zuo family has some connections with Ji, so this visit is a private matter..."

Ji Yuan spoke slowly, telling the truth, but he didn't say everything. He tried his best to express the thoughts of a cultivator who had inherited the Zuo family's affection and wanted to help.

One yin, one yang, one person, one ghost and god, chatted with each other for a long time in the side hall of the Chenghuang Temple on this rainy day, and no other pilgrims came in during the period.

When the rain stopped outside, the conversation between the two sides naturally ended.

Wen Ju just nodded his head frequently while listening, not only listening to Ji Yuan Jiang Zuo's family affairs, but also occasionally chatting with him about other things. Although he couldn't get his hands on his feet, he felt carefully during the conversation, and understood that this person was knowledgeable and open-minded. The generation must be a decent person.

It is natural for Wen Ju to say these things, it is not a big deal, and after some chatting, the impression of Ji Yuan is very good, and at the end of this conversation, it is full of promises.

"Don't worry, Mr. Ji, the yin division of the Tianfu will definitely take care of the Zuo family. The virtuous people among the Zuo clan's deceased will also give priority to joining the Yin division. Tonight I will personally go and see how the Zuo family is today. It will be included in the corresponding collection!"

Wen Jue personally assured that Ji Yuan was also relieved. The key was that he didn't have to go to see the city god, so he hurriedly surrendered again.

"The trouble is over, so Ji will leave!"

Wen Jue and Ji Yuan were in a good mood after chatting for so long, and even some difficult chores in the middle of the verdict were also pointed out by Ji Yuan with a punchline.

"Do your best!"

Watching Ji Yuan leave, he happened to see that the number of pilgrims had gradually stopped because of the heavy rain. Wen Ju glanced at the offering table, and after taking away the remaining stack of cakes and half a pot of wine, he returned to Yinsi.

After leaving the City God Temple, Ji Yuan let out a long sigh of relief, breathing the fresher air after the rain, and the whole person felt more relaxed.

'Finally, everything is done, it's rare to come to Juntian Mansion to satisfy the appetite! ’

. . .

At midnight, on the Yuanzi River outside Juntianfu City, the residential area where the Yan family lived together had already turned off the lights and everyone went to sleep.

The two judges of the Tianfu City God's merits and demerits, Si Wenwu, and Wu all came here.

Before approaching this piece, the civil and military judges must have noticed something strange.

They are only ghosts and gods in the realm they belong to, and they can see some special things, such as looking at the Yan family at the moment, the whole presents a sense of clarity in the dark night.

It wasn't that something was shining brightly, but it gave the two judges a sense of dignified and transparent. Originally, the two judges came to see the Zuo family, but they were just curious about the relationship between the Zuo family and Ji Yuan, but now they are even more curious about what's inside.

"Go, go and find out!"

The two judges moved forward together again, and for a while they were close to the outside of Yan's shop, but when they got here, an invisible ripple that even the judge could not see passed by, which only made the two feel a little bit.

All the way to Zuo's main house, through the door wall and into the lobby, a copybook that has not yet been able to enter the city to be framed is placed on the table of the Eight Immortals. And bright.

Glancing across the handwriting, it is: Ningtai, Ankang, no evil, hard work, and hard work! A gift to the descendants of the Zuo family!

"Law!" "Law!"

The words of consternation of the civil and military judges were in unison, with a rare gaffe.

Wu Judgment looked to Wen Jue and said:

"In the daytime, who is the person who drinks and talks with you, who is holy, and can you feel the profound magic power?"

Wen Ju also answered while recalling.

"I didn't realize it at all. If it wasn't for him to summon the gods and go out to drink wine, he would simply..."

Wen Ju said this, his tone paused, and he looked at Wu Ju.

"Like a mortal!"

"Hi..."

Wu Judge took a breath even if he didn't need to breathe, and also recalled the glimpse of Yin and Yang in the daytime.

The two judges looked at each other for a long time, before the judge Wu seemed to suddenly remember something.

"The day before yesterday, there was a night parade reporting a strange incident, saying that the scholar, the shopkeeper of a small shop in the city, had a strange copybook, and at night, it was impossible to see it directly. Could it be the decree left by the gentleman named Ji? "

"I think so!"

Wen Ju, looking at the copybooks on the table, couldn't help feeling emotional.

"Good word... This Zuo family is amazing!"

"Hmph, the master's stay in the decree is also about the law of fate. Looking at the meaning of the word, if the Zuo family really has an unfilial descendant who doesn't know the good and the bad in the future, it will violate the true meaning of the decree..."

"That's the time!"

Wen Juan laughed, stroked his beard and sighed, then took out a special chapter book, and used the judge's pen to outline the handwriting on it: Juntianfu Zuo clan...

Inside the house, Zuo Boran and his wife were already asleep.

For some reason, Zuo Boran woke up at this moment, and he could smell a faint fragrance~www.NovelMTL.com~, like the smell of sandalwood in a temple.

The decree actually made Zuo Boran, a common man, smell the scent of Shinto incense.

Zuo Boran felt a little strange, so he put on his clothes and wanted to go out to have a look, but he opened the curtain and went to the outer hall separated by a wall. There was no abnormality, but the smell of sandalwood was even heavier.

"Strange thing, there's no fragrance at home..."

The two judges looked at Zuo Boran's twitching nose, and looked at each other again.

"Could it be that this person can smell it?"

"It's the influence of laws!"

Wu Ju suddenly smiled and said a word to Wen Ju, which made the latter smile gradually.

"Working together for so many years, it's rare for a martial judge to have such an interest, okay, let's do it like this!"

The civil and military judge actually took the initiative to show the law when the voice fell.

Two people wearing black official robes and hats, one with red beard and one with black beard, and holding a large book of chapters, suddenly appeared in front of him, and Zuo Boran was frightened enough.

"Oh hey~~~! You, you..."

Zuo Boran fell backwards, his hands trembling slightly and he couldn't speak.

Especially the two people in front of them seemed to be shrouded in shadows, and they were extremely scary. Zuo Boran had martial arts skills, but he was too frightened to speak.

"Hahahahaha... Don't be afraid of Zuo Gong, we are the civil and military judges under the jurisdiction of the Tianfu City God. We are entrusted by the high-ranking people to book the Zuo family lintel here."

"Old man, what are you doing, old man?"

A voice came from the back room.

Wen Ju also bowed his hands to Zuo Boran with a smile.

"This is the matter, I'm waiting to say goodbye!"

After saying that, the civil and military judges turned around and walked through the door, disappearing, leaving only Zuo Boran, who was half-paralyzed on the ground and calmed down.