"I won't talk nonsense to you. Are you leaving?"
I stood up from the stage and walked down slowly: "If you leave, we can talk about it and discuss it."
"If you don't leave, then I'm sorry, you will have to disappear."
The old man turned back and glanced at me: "Looking at your words and demeanor, you must have seen the world. I have a question to ask you!"
He turned his face sideways and gave me a heavy hand: "I hope you can teach me something!"
"Let me ask you, do good people always get rewarded?"
"That's natural."
I have almost no hesitation about this question.
You may suffer some losses now, but God will get the losses back from another place sooner or later.
The old man raised the corner of his mouth and sneered again: "That's nonsense!"
"When I was alive, I was the top three scholar in the university! I have been an official for decades, and I have never taken advantage of the common people! Why do you have to wear something like this for me?"
He shook his red bellyband, and the two white beards at the corners of his mouth trembled.
He asked me why I was wearing a red bellyband and where could I go?
The old man's eyes narrowed slightly: "It's because that relative of the emperor committed a crime under my jurisdiction, I killed him with one knife, and the people's anger was alleviated!"
"I ask you again, am I wrong?"
this……
"Of course you are."
The old man supported the flower feather on his head and said sternly: "You are not blind in this life!"
"But, not only was my whole family executed, but I was also given a woman's cloth bag to wear before I died!"
"They humiliated me! Humiliated!"
"My whole life is completely ruined by this! Who will be responsible?"
This questioning made me start to re-examine the old ghost in front of me.
From this point of view, he was really unwilling, so he lingered here for a long time.
After a while, I spoke again: "There is no absolute fairness in all dynasties."
"Besides, the era you live in is already turbulent, and something like this happened..."
Before I could finish speaking, the old man immediately asked, "So is it right for this to happen?"
"Is it because the world is in chaos, so we must let black and white be confused!"
Compared with official authority, this old man has a stronger atmosphere of scholars.
It is a kind of spirit that would rather break than bend.
I don't know why, but I was a little speechless when he asked me.
It was clear that I had the upper hand just now!
After a long while, I finally found something to say: "It's been so many years, and the person who harmed you has long gone to the underworld to report. Is there any point for you to be here?"
When this sentence came out, I already realized that I admitted that what he said was right.
However, the differences in identities and roles prevent me from being in the same camp.
The old man's voice became louder and louder: "Of course it makes sense!"
"In the entire Monan, all the dead souls will be brought to justice by me one by one! We will send the good ones away, and the evil ones will pass through my office first!"
These words made me tense up, and I quickly asked: "This is what the underworld is supposed to do! You are setting up a private torture chamber, and you are going to get into trouble!"
"Trouble? If I were afraid of trouble, I wouldn't have killed that beast back then!"
The old man stood with his head held high and his chest high. Although he was dressed funny, his righteousness still came to his face.
I did doubt his words just now, but at this moment I believe it.
This kind of righteousness cannot be faked through clever words and tricks.
I admire this kind of person from the bottom of my heart.
He is a good person when he is alive, and he is a good ghost when he is dead. The method may be a bit inappropriate, but his original intention is correct.
I walked off the stage in two steps, clasped my fists in my hands, and said respectfully: "Old man, listen to my advice. When evil people come to the underworld, someone will naturally deal with them. What you did is indeed against the rules."
Unexpectedly, the old man glanced at me sideways: "Do you believe in the underworld?"
"I...I believe it!"
"I don't believe it! I was protected by officials when I was alive, but when I get to that place, I don't treat it as my own back garden!"
Obviously, the trauma of his life has never been erased.
So much so that he also became suspicious of the underworld.
The souls of the dead outside the door gathered here with no intention of leaving.
I raised my hand and pointed at them and tried to persuade them again: "You have never thought that if someone tracks you down, you won't even have room to struggle."
"Boy! Don't try to persuade me, I won't listen to you!"
In terms of age and experience, he is above me.
Besides, when he was an official, he even dared to kill relatives of the emperor. How could I convince him with just a few words?
For a while, I was also in a dilemma.
