After being choked to death by a copper coin, she became a demon Jin Ji in the other world

[By the way, this is today's reward. If you are satisfied, please come and listen to my complaints tomorrow.]

After the man said that, he casually threw an object into Shen Yuelan's hand. Shen Yuelan was panicked for a moment, so she just lowered her head to take the reward. When she looked up again, there was no handsome man on the throne, but just a statue made of mud and straw.

[Hiss, what's going on? Is this just a dream? ]

At this moment, a familiar call suddenly came from outside the hall. If it was not Huanyan's voice, who else could it be?

【Hello! Huanyan, I'm here! 】

After Shen Yuelan responded to Huanyan's sound, she lowered her head again to check the object in her hand. It was a carving knife, a certificate for the boy's study. Shen Yuelan thought it was nothing special, but while playing with it, she accidentally touched the tip of the carving knife.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain. Shen Yuelan was unable to react for a moment. It was Shen Huanyan who rushed over in time to stop the bleeding for Shen Yuelan.

[Master, what are you doing? Do you know that if you wait any longer you will die?]

[Eh? Ah, sorry, Huanyan, I was too surprised. Look, it seems we really found a treasure this time.]

Chapter 309: The Road Ahead Is Cut Off

[Good stuff? You mean the carving knife that cut you?]

[Yes, do you know who gave me this? It was Yan Hui! Confucius’ disciple, Yan Hui, the sage!]

[Ah, I know, he is the one who worships this temple, right? However, he doesn't seem to be very famous. Hey, there seems to be a word on the handle of the carving knife? Yan's Confucianism? ]

[Yanshi Confucianism? It was one of the branches of Confucianism after Confucius' death. Confucianism is divided into eight schools, one of which is Yanshi Confucianism. Tsk, these four words are a bit heavy. ]

[Yes, but why did he give this token of his life to you? I feel like there is some unspeakable secret here. Also, besides hurting people, does this carving knife have other functions? Is this a trap?]

[Indeed, these are all issues that cannot be ignored. I will go check it out tomorrow to see what he is up to. However, if he is giving it to me sincerely, what is his intention?]

[Master, I heard from the temple keeper that Yan Hui left three treasures for future generations. The first is Yan Hui's Confucianism, the second is Yan Hui's virtue, and the third is Yan Hui's Book of Changes. If Yan Hui wants to embark on the path of becoming a saint, these three holy relics are indispensable. Now that one of the three Yan Huis is gone, I wonder how he will deal with himself in the future?]

[Alas, it's useless to think so much. Let's go back to the inn first. According to the time, Yuhuan should have returned.]

[Well, that's all we can do. Master, let's have roasted yellow sheep tonight. We still have some leftover yellow sheep we caught in Shu in the Northern Song Dynasty. I'll cook it for you tonight. Otherwise, just eating pancakes with green onions is too plain.]

[Hehe, Huanyan is so nice. I was just about to say this. This is a thousand-year-old city with a long history, but unexpectedly it is a food desert. It's really uncomfortable. I can only reluctantly eat roasted yellow sheep. ]

[Master, you should go eat the scallion pancake. ]

[Ah? I was wrong, isn't that okay? ]

In the evening, accompanied by the tempting aroma of roasted lamb, Xiao Yuhuan arrived as promised. However, unlike the scene that Shen Huanyan imagined of rushing to the dining table and wolfing down the food, after Xiao Yuhuan came back, she only took two bites with restraint and put down her chopsticks.

[What's wrong with Yuhuan? Is it because I didn't cook it well? ]

[Eh? It's delicious. Huanyan, the food you cook is as delicious as always. Why are you asking this? ]

[Because you didn't eat much, huh, anyway, you must have eaten and drunk enough at Gu Tu's place before coming here, right? Alas, his food is just better than mine. ]

[Eh? No, no, I went to the Yaodaoji Administration to meet a friend and I got a bite to eat. That’s why I’m not hungry. My stomach is not the kind that gets bored easily. Next meal, next meal, I’ll eat as much as Huanyan cooks, okay? ]

【Then take another bite, take another bite! 】

[Eh? Ok…ok, just one bite.]

Early the next morning, Shen Yuelan dressed neatly and ran happily to Yan Temple to check out the strange phenomena. She thought she would gain something, but she sat in the temple for the whole day and didn't even see a white hair.

Just when she thought she was being tricked, the temple keeper who came to chase them away suddenly said something incomprehensible to her.

[Guests, please do not stay here. The things that are destined for you are already in your body. Your fate with this place has ended. ]

Shen Yuelan was a little confused when she heard this. She didn't quite understand whether the old man wanted to drive her away so that she could get off work early, or whether he was really serious about it.

However, since the temple keeper had already driven everyone away and waiting for a whole day was fruitless, he could only leave first.

After returning to the inn, Shen Yuelan began to study the [Yan's Confucian Knife] with Huanyan and others. The carving knife itself was ordinary, but it was full of murderous intent. As long as you touched the blade slightly, you would suffer physical pain.

[The knife is a good one, but it's a carving knife. It can't be used to fight the enemy. It can be used for assassination. I wonder if Du Juan will like it.]

[I think it's a shame. This thing is too ugly. Miss Dujuan only likes beautiful things.]

[Alas, I don't know how to use it. I don't know if this thing can be like the golden hoop, and can be enlarged or shrunk at will? ]

[If it could be enlarged or shrunk, no one would use it. This thing is a carving knife. Who can use a proportionally enlarged carving knife? ]

[Yes, let's talk about it later. If the Fusheng and I are destined to be together, the remaining Yan Hui items will naturally flow into my hands. When the three Yans gather together, we will probably know the secret.]

[But then again, does the Mythology Administration know about Yan Hui's ability to manifest spirits? ]

[It seems that he is unaware of this. Normally, people like Yan Hui who enjoy incense offerings should take the incense offerings to the gods in heaven, but as we all know, heaven has been destroyed by our inner world for many years, so this path is not feasible.]

[Eh? Is this known to everyone? But why did I only know about this from Gu Tu a few days ago? ]

[You didn’t ask.]

【Nani? 】

According to Xiao Yuhuan, there are basically no gods in the major surface worlds now. Even if there are gods appearing now, they are mostly the big sisters in the Mythology Management Bureau who are just there to show off.

However, the Mythology Administration lost a group of capable personnel due to the Zhiwei incident some time ago. It can be predicted that there will be no more gods walking in the world for a long time in the future.

[What does it mean that there are no gods? Shouldn't gods live as long as the heaven and earth? How can they all die out? ]

[The gods are the remnants of the previous dynasty. Do you think the underworld will leave them alone and let them live freely? ]

[Those who know the current situation have been recruited into the Mythology Administration; those who are powerful and have a good background, like Miss Gu Tu, will most likely be given a place to live in their old age. However, there are also many who have taken the initiative to leave the other world.]

[Those who were weak, had no background, were ignorant of current events, and refused to bow their heads were basically ploughed by the army of the other world, and only one in ten survived. ]

[Even if there are gods who know the current situation, the inner world will not allow them to continue living in the outer world, so I said that there are basically no gods in the outer world. ]

[Of course, there are definitely some that slip through the net, such as the resurrected saint we met these two days. I guess he was overlooked during the cleanup because his strength was too low.]

[But even so, this person's immortal journey has come to an end. There is no Heavenly Gate above the Nine Heavens. No matter how much incense he has accumulated, he will never be able to rebuild his golden body by ascending the Heavenly Gate. This temple cannot prosper forever. When he is forgotten, that will be the day he dies.]

[Indeed, it seems that not many people go to Yan Temple anymore. When I visited Confucius Temple, Zhougong Temple and Yan Temple in the past two days, I felt that the three gave me different feelings. Zhougong Temple and Yan Temple were in a state of decline, while only Confucius Temple was prosperous and enduring.]

[So, Yan Hui is telling me about his last wishes? ]

[Well, even if it's not, it's almost there. After all, he has even started to send out the fundamental tokens that sustain his existence. I guess the day when he completely disappears is not far away.]

[Alas, he was Confucius' most proud disciple, but his final fate was so miserable? He could only curl up in a cold corner and die alone. Isn't this too tragic? ]

[Well, it's not that tragic, but perhaps this is the fate of a genius like Yan Hui, gifted with extraordinary talent, but God is jealous of his talent, so he can only quietly wither away at the prime of his life. ]

[Forty isn’t that young, is it?]

[Captain, you are annoying. I was talking about the prime of life, not the early death. Please stop picking on my words.]

[Yes, yes, really, how come you are so aggressive after just one trip back? ]

[It's all because of your good daughter. This damned girl has been causing me a lot of trouble along the way. She either wants to eat candied haws or buy new clothes. If I don't buy them for her, she will accuse me of trafficking her. That's fine.]

[She kept talking about this and that along the way, either going to see this or go play there. At first I thought she was just a child at heart, but after a while I realized that she was just looking for excuses to delay time and didn't want to go to Lin Xin World.]

[Captain, you don't know how much effort and energy I put into sending her there. You must compensate me later.]

[Uh, okay, okay, I get it. After you complete this mission, I'll give you a month of paid vacation.]

【Wuhu, great! 】

The episode at Yan Temple delayed Shen Yuelan's itinerary a little. She thought it would be an above-average copy, but the perpetrator disappeared halfway. Shen Yuelan had no choice but to leave Qufu and continue their journey.

They planned to go to Jinzhou (Linfen) in Guannei Road, which was also the casting place of Huichang Kaiyuan in the north. The Huichang Kaiyuan cast here all had the word "Jin" on the back.

Chapter 310: Shock in a Dream

On the way to Jinzhou, they encountered an unexpected abnormal situation. When passing through Puzhou (Puyang), Shen Yuelan actually saw a Yan Temple in Puzhou again, and the temple keeper who walked out of the temple looked exactly like the one in Qufu.

Seeing this scene, Shen Yuelan smiled at everyone. She said helplessly to Xiao Yuhuan and others that it was a blessing in disguise, and disaster was unavoidable. Since they had encountered it, they might as well go in and take a look.

[However, you have to watch me. Who knows if these remnants of the previous dynasty will come up with a body-stealing trick for us? Pay attention.]

[Captain, don't worry. Zhiwei is hanging on your neck, and Huanyan and I are also standing guard outside the door at all times to ensure that not a single hair falls from your body.]

[Ah, your words make me want to back out. Can you three be more reliable? ]

[Haha, don't worry. Although I am not very old, I have learned all the skills that Yao Dao Ji should have. You should know that the predecessor of Yao Dao Ji's army was the Guanghan Palace Army under Miss Gu Tu, which was the main force that overthrew the Heavenly Court back then.]

[As the main force of the rebel army, how could Yao Dao Ji not have the inheritance of killing gods and destroying Buddhas? 】

[Also, no matter how powerful this Sage Yan is, he is actually just a paper tiger. As I said before, if there are bullets but no guns to shoot them, what is the difference between that and no bullets at all?]

[Well, that's not the case. One or two bullets are nothing, but that's tons of ammunition. In other words, it's a huge gunpowder barrel that can catch fire at any time.]

[He doesn't care, since he won't live for more than two days anyway, but I still have a long life ahead of me, and I don't plan to die with him.]

[Oh! I didn't know you could think this way. You are worthy of being the captain. Hehe, just go ahead and don't worry. I will ask for credit for you. ]

[Haha, I don’t want this kind of posthumous honor. Come on, I won’t talk nonsense with you guys anymore. I’m going in now. Be smart!]

【Yes! ！】×3

It was no different from the last time she saw Yan Hui. As soon as Shen Yuelan stepped into the hall, a handsome man with disheveled clothes and white hair came into her sight. Seeing Yan Hui again, even Shen Yuelan had to admit his beauty.

If Shen Yuelan was a pure woman, she would have been fascinated by him at this moment. However, Shen Yuelan didn't buy it, so the white-haired man was left alone with his coquettish poses.

Seeing that seduction was useless, Yan Hui had to straighten his clothes, become serious again, and planned to continue telling stories to Shen Yuelan. However, because this guy's storytelling skills were so poor, which was far from his legendary ability to talk eloquently, Shen Yuelan interrupted him soon.

[Alright, alright, your little story, even if it is not known to everyone, has long been recorded in history. I think there is always a way to find out. Why don't you get straight to the point? I think your time should be more valuable than mine.]

[Haha, oops, it seems that my classes are boring. It’s true that I am only good at courses related to the Book of Changes, and I have always been lacking in narrative. But before I could make up for it, I passed away. It’s really a pity.]

[Hehe, forgive me for being blunt, but you have been following the path of incense and fire, and it has taken you quite a while to condense your Dharma body. Not to mention 1,800 years, at least you have accumulated 500 years. You can't possibly be unable to spare even this little time, right?]

[Hahaha, you have wronged me. When I am a human, I should act like a human. When I am a ghost, I should act like a ghost. Don't you think so?]

[It is true that one should not interfere in other people's affairs if he is not in their position. Ah, no, you have diverted the topic again. Seriously, Yan Hui! Stop playing tricks on me. Tell me! What is your purpose?]

[Hahaha, oh, you are really anxious, well, I will speak my mind.]

[I see that your words and actions are like a messenger from heaven, but your clothes and behavior are different from that of a celestial being, so there is a hint of temptation in your words and deeds. Even now, I am not sure of your identity.]

[The reason why I am curious about your identity is because I have no other options. I have been practicing hard in the human world for thousands of years, just to make a name for myself and ascend to heaven to become a god.]

[However, no matter how hard Yan tried, the door to heaven never opened for him. I don’t know why.]

[In recent years, fewer and fewer Taoist friends have passed by Yan's temple, and the Taoist friends who are familiar with Yan have gradually died out. Now, only you have passed by my humble abode in a hundred years.]

[Alas, what Daoyou said just now is right. My time is indeed precious. After all, I don’t have many days left to live. But if I die, I should be a clear-headed ghost, right? I don’t want to die in such a confused state.]

[Therefore, Yan had to use some tricks to find out from fellow Taoists what happened in the Ninth Heaven that caused the road to heaven to be cut off and the gate to heaven to be difficult to open.]

Shen Yuelan blinked when she heard that. She finally understood this guy's situation. He had studied eight-legged essays for his entire life, but when he was about to take the exam, he found out that the imperial examination system had been abolished and new-style education would be in style in the future.

[Well, I see, I see. I think I understand what you mean. I can tell you the truth, but before I tell you, I have something to remind you. It is better to be happier not to know some things. Are you sure you want to know the truth?]

[Thank you for your reminder, to be honest, I have no chance of ascending to heaven, and even my death is just around the corner. Happiness or not has no meaning to me. Please tell me the truth, and I will definitely give you a generous reward.]

[Well, whatever, I'll tell you if you want to know. The truth is very simple. The Heaven Gate is not open because all the gods and Buddhas behind the Heaven Gate, as well as the heavenly soldiers and generals, have died. There is no place for gods in heaven or on earth.]

[Your path has been cut off, so naturally there is no longer any talk of heaven guiding you.]

The white-haired man remained silent for a long time after learning the truth. He seemed happy and sad, but he had a sudden realization. If the Heavenly Gate was still there, he would surely be able to soar into the sky, enter the Heavenly Gate, and become a member of the immortal class. Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time, so he could only sigh and look up at the sky.

[Alas, just now I had an epiphany and resonated with the heaven and earth. For a moment, I was able to cross the gate of heaven and peek into the scenery of heaven. Daoist friend, you did not lie to me. Behind the gate of heaven, there is indeed no trace of heaven. Alas! ]

Shen Yuelan wanted to comfort him. After all, it was really pitiful to see such a handsome guy complaining about himself. It would definitely look good if this guy put on women's clothes, Shen Yuelan thought to herself.

At this moment, a communication came from the depths of his soul. It was Huanyan delivering a message to him, and the content of the message was very simple.

Because of Shen Huanyan's adventure, the Mythology Administration has learned of Yan Hui's existence. They extended an olive branch to Yan Hui and invited him to join the Mythology Administration, hoping that Shen Yuelan could help with the work.

Shen Yuelan readily agreed to this, but it was obvious that the other party did not think so.

[The great sun of the Ninth Heaven is still hanging high, but it is no longer the path I pursue. The world is in this state, and I am powerless to change it. But I also have my own integrity. I would rather die a martyr than change my path.]

[Is it better to die with honor than to live in disgrace? ]

[Yes, although your suggestion is for my sake, it does not conform to my original intention. I thank you for your kindness, but I cannot follow your advice.]

[Well, everyone has their own aspirations, and we can't force them. Let's say goodbye here.]

[Wait a minute, it is fate that my friend and I met here. If you don't take something with you, wouldn't it be a pity? ]

[You can only give me three things. You have already given me Yan's Confucianism. If you give me one more thing, I'm afraid you will disappear into thin air.]

[Hahaha, so what if it disappears into thin air? A man dies for his confidant, a woman dresses up for the man she loves. I have a great affinity with my Taoist friend, and I just made a promise to give him a generous gift in return for his kindness. This is how it should be, this is how it should be!]

[Not to mention, my heart of Taoism has collapsed. Even if you don't take them, I will definitely not live for more than an hour. It is better to give them all to you. In this way, these treasures can be put to good use and not be thrown away in vain. ]

Yan Hui's impassioned speech made Shen Yuelan dizzy. Before she could react, the remaining two items of Yan Hui had already fallen into her hands. When she looked up again, there was no trace of the white-haired man in front of her.

Shen Yuelan walked out of the temple gate with unsteady steps. When she turned around and wanted to take another look at the deep temple, she only saw a thin mist. When the white smoke dissipated, there was no Yan Hui Temple there, just a piece of wasteland.