I'm not a fortune teller.

Chapter 42 The Dead Young Master.
"Look, sir, everyone is here."

Inside Yuzhang Academy, the accompanying guards were all on high alert, and the academician in charge was also extremely solemn. In the past, Emperor Taizu of the Jin Dynasty swept across the world, and many cults were uprooted. After the world was stabilized, he integrated the martial arts world and cooperated with the sorcerer families to check and balance management. He would not tolerate cults at all. There have only been two incidents of ghost cults breaking out in the entire history of the Jin Dynasty, and the last one was three hundred years ago.

Now various clues show that they are just the remnants of the past. The fact that there are still remnants after lingering for three hundred years shows that the heritage has not been broken. This situation is actually extremely dangerous.

"Are they all here?" The academician frowned after looking at the row of nervous students. His magic name is Divine Eagle, and he is best at observing people. He served as the prefect of Jingzhao in the capital for ten years. During the three imperial examinations, he monitored the students from foreign families who came from secluded places for the court. In all these years, he had not missed any of them. The group of students in front of him were either so powerful that even his Divine Eagle could not detect them, or they were just a group of mortals.

If even one remnant could evade his detection, then this ghost cult would be too terrifying.

"Uh..." Zhao Changqing hesitated for a moment, then said, "There are two more who were newcomers a year ago, but because they have a solid foundation and a steady writing style, I recommended them to go to the capital to participate in the imperial examination."

"Well, it seems that we are a step too late." The academic official sighed, "According to the intelligence, the common method used by the remnants of the Ghost Cult is to invite candidates to go to Beijing together as classmates for the imperial examinations, and then murder them on the way. The court did not react in the past few years."

"This..." Zhao Changqing frowned and said, "If you choose the right target, it won't be easy to be noticed. The weather in the north is bad, and every year there are candidates who die on the way to the capital for the imperial examinations. Some of them encounter bandits or wild beasts, or simply catch a cold and die in a foreign land. There are countless such cases every year. It's really not easy to be noticed if you choose such a target. But... these evil spirits are not very interested in scholars with weak bodies like us, right?"

The academic official whispered, "The things of the ghost cult are a little different. In the previous dynasty, the things worshipped by those evil cults had another name."

"Oh?" Zhao Changqing suddenly became curious. Records of evil spirits were usually only kept by sorcerer families. Ordinary literati would avoid them as much as possible because they thought they were unlucky, and would not think of recording them at home. Even an old scholar like him who was rich in knowledge knew very little about this aspect.

"In the past, we generally called them wild gods!"
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"The God of the Wilderness? God... Immortal?" Old man Zeng stuttered a little. Could such a thing really exist in this world?

"That's a little hard to explain." Murong Yunji said dimly, "There are many rumors about them. Some say they are special evil spirits, but there are also claims that they are gods that no one remembers. Because they have no faith, they fell into the wilderness and became the gods of the wilderness. Such beings usually use the faith in the true gods to establish religions and seek the position of gods."

"To seek... the throne of God?" Old man Zeng swallowed his saliva. It was the first time he heard of such a thing. Could the throne of God be sought?
And if one can seek the position of a god, doesn't that mean that there really are gods in this world?

He was somewhat confused. In this world full of evil spirits, were there really gods? Why did they tolerate the world as it is? Why would they allow the aristocratic families that danced with evil spirits to control the world?
"I just heard it. I don't know whether it's true or not." Murong Yunji smiled and didn't say anything more.

In their world, there are indeed qigong practitioners who have achieved enlightenment and become immortals, but those immortals have never come back. No matter how many immortals who have transcended tribulations are raised, there will always be as many evil spirits in this world, and it has never changed.

However, there is one very interesting thing, that is, many of the so-called 96 Taoist gods of this era seem to be the wild gods of her time, and some of them seem to be very famous and have caused sieges from several major sects.

Now he has suddenly transformed into a god worshipped by thousands of families?

Could it be that in this world, not only do cultivators dance with evil spirits, but the gods and Buddhas in the sky are also like this? Or have all the wild gods of the past succeeded in usurping the throne?
"Senior, what should we do now?"

"Wait." Murong Yunji said indifferently, "He won't die so easily. I also want to see what cards he can come up with without me."
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"It looks like he has contracted some kind of disease."

Inside the temple, Zhang Rui looked at the strange corpse of the scholar named Lin and lied with his eyes open.

The group of people were immediately frightened. The military officer who was about to get closer to take a look at the corpse quickly stepped back for fear of getting something stuck on him. Several scholars who had a sad look on their faces also quickly stepped back.

"Brother Lin Ye is in very good health. He even practiced martial arts when he was young. How could he have been infected with any disease?" Yang Jie said coldly, "I heard that the adults were dealing with diseases in Beihai, right?"

As soon as these words came out, a group of scholars' faces suddenly changed. Yes, they were all fine before, but something went wrong when they met Lord Zhang. If what Yang Jie said was true, could it be that the other party was really the one?
They had also heard that sorcerers carried evil spirits and often lost control, so the court would usually send military men to monitor them.

Upon hearing this, several military officers looked at Zhang Rui with puzzled eyes.

Zhang Rui looked at Yang Jie and smiled slightly, "The Beihai incident is a secret of the imperial court. The army has sealed off the city, and the news has not leaked out. Your Majesty has not yet informed the court. The officials of the six ministries don't know about this. How did you, a scholar who can't even afford the tuition, know about it?"

Yang Jie's face changed, and he sneered, "Beihai City is so big, do you really think you can cover the sky with one hand?"

"Ha." Zhang Rui was too lazy to continue arguing with the other party: "Hurry up, since you feel that it is not good to be with me, then go your separate ways. If you think that this Lin was killed by me, you can also go to the capital to report me. Lin Bao, let's go."

"Yes, my lord!"

The old lady who saw all this from behind was puzzled. The fourth girl also asked cautiously, "Why did big brother get into a fight with them?"

The old woman shook her head and signaled the fourth girl not to speak. Although she liked to meddle in everything at home, she never interfered in her son's affairs with other people outside. She knew in her heart that as a peasant woman, she didn't understand many things, so the less she said, the less mistakes she would make.

"Madam, the carriage is ready. Shall we go first?" The captain surnamed Du asked after he finished cleaning up the outside and came into the house.

"Okay," the old lady nodded, and Zhang Rui also called on others to prepare to leave.

"Sir, wait a minute." When Zhang Rui and the others had already walked out of the temple and were about to leave, Qi Xuan hurriedly followed them out. "What's the matter?" Zhang Rui frowned.

"I would like to go with you, sir. Is that possible?"

"Oh?" Zhang Rui looked at him and then looked behind him: "Why aren't you with your classmates?"

"To be honest." Qi Xuan approached Zhang Rui and said, "I think there is something wrong with Yang Jie. Brother Lin's death is likely related to him."

"Why do you say that?" Zhang Rui looked at the other party with interest.

"He has only been in Yuzhang Academy for a year, but he is very good at socializing. In less than a year, more than ten candidates are willing to go to the capital with him. He also brought us to this place. In addition, he provoked you for no reason before and led us to oppose you. His behavior is too suspicious."

"Interesting." Zhang Rui said with a smile: "When Yang Jie mentioned my identity as a sorcerer before, you all avoided him. Why don't you suspect that it was me who did it now?"

"Your Excellency is so young, yet you have been promoted to an official in the capital. If you need to sacrifice a living person to the Yin God, there are plenty of resources. Why harm a scholar with a good reputation in the court? Moreover, there are military officers accompanying him, so there is really no need for that."

"What if it is because you offended me yesterday that I am narrow-minded?"

"Lin Ye didn't say a word yesterday. If you're talking about revenge, you should give priority to Yang Jie."

"He's a smart guy," Zhang Rui said coldly, "If you want to follow me, it's up to you."

The other party was very smart, but he still didn't like him very much. When the other party talked about wanting to perform a human sacrifice and that there were resources everywhere, his tone was very indifferent, as if he didn't take it seriously.

Have the scholars in this world become so numb to the killings of sorcerers?
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"Why did Qi Xuan follow that person who took people's lives lightly?"

"That's right, he really has no integrity at all!"

Many people watched Qi Xuan catch up with Zhang Rui's team, with contempt in their tone. Even the fat scholar who had a good relationship with Qi Xuan frowned.

After passing the imperial examination, most people would eventually try to curry favor with those sorcerers and officials, because power and resources are in their hands. However, this is not the moral character taught in the academy, especially since the deceased Lin Ye had a good relationship with Qi Xuan. It is really despicable that his classmate died with his eyes open and then turned around to curry favor with a sorcerer who might be the murderer.

"Stop talking. Everyone has their own aspirations." Yang Jie glanced at the place where Qi Xuan left, then turned around and sighed, "Um. You are Brother Lin's groom, right?"

"I am..." A tall and honest man with a bitter look on his face. He escorted the young master to the exam, but such a thing happened. How can he explain it when he returns?

"Then please send Brother Lin back." Yang Jie sighed, "We have to hurry to the capital, so we can't accompany him."

"Thank you for being so polite, gentlemen." The man waved his hands quickly, "I'm glad you have this intention. I'll take care of the rest."

As he said this, he was about to carry his young master's body, but when he walked in and saw his young master's strange appearance, he suddenly felt scared and was afraid to move forward.

"Let me help you." Yang Jie sighed, and stepped forward to help the dead Lin Ye up.

Everyone was surprised and ashamed when they saw this. If it were them, they would never touch the current forestry industry even if they were beaten to death.

Brother Yang Jie is indeed a loyal man.

"Thank you, Master Yang." The man turned around, his tone full of gratitude. He just didn't dare to look at his young master now.

"You're welcome." Yang Jie smiled slightly and slowly placed Lin Ye's body on the other's back.

The man's body suddenly sank, and he was surprised. The young master on his back was cold and heavy. He had been strong since childhood, but he almost couldn't carry him. But the scholar named Yang looked so thin, how could he lift such a heavy young master?

It didn't take more than a moment for me to feel surprised and start to feel a little frightened.

For some reason, he felt the young master moving from the moment he lay on his back. At first he thought it was the scholar named Yang who was helping him adjust his position, but later he found that he had already let go of his hands and was chatting with other people. So what was moving behind him?
It was broad daylight and the man's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Then something even more frightening happened. The young master's head near his shoulder was clearly turning. Although he didn't turn around, he could clearly feel that the young master behind him was staring at his neck.
The man "Yang" quickly wanted to open his mouth to seek help, but for some reason, no sound came out when he opened his mouth. What made him even more desperate was that his body was out of control and he walked towards the door stiffly step by step.

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