The old man had an angry look when he saw Lu Gaoxuan blocking the road, but when he saw the silver that Lu Gaoxuan took out, a smile suddenly appeared on his face. He was not in a hurry to go on the road. He stopped to take the silver and said, "There is, there are, but... it is almost the same as none."

Money is better! It seems that the same thing in ancient and modern times, it is useless to just say good things, and money has to be pioneered at critical moments.

Ling Muyun was whispering in his heart, and immediately stepped forward and asked, "What do you mean by fellow villagers? There is, there is, there is, there is, there is, and there is no, and why is there almost the same as there is no?"

The old man said, "It's so good for you to learn that there is indeed a large house in the valley to the northwest, but it is a famous haunted house with a group of female evil ghosts living in it. No one dares to go there. Isn't that similar to nothing?"

"The haunted house? A group of female evil ghosts live? Why do you feel familiar? By the way, it won't be the haunted house of the dealer! What if he doesn't matter, can you tell if you go and take a look?"

Thinking of this, Ling Muyun said to the old man, "It's okay, fellow villagers, we are not afraid of evil ghosts, and we also ask the fellow villagers to help us take the road. We will thank you very much at that time." The old man said, "Oh, I haven't thought I'm long-lasting yet, so I dare not go there. I advise you not to go there. There will be a town here thirty miles north. You might as well work hard and rush to the town to rest."

"With such heavy rain, can there be another thirty miles? If you don't dare to go, please give us a try and show us the way, and we'll go by ourselves."

The old man sighed and said, "Okay, since you two are determined to go, I won't stop you from the little old man. Go northwest, turn a corner, and go into the valley along the mountain road. There is only one road, you won't be wrong..."

Ling Muyun bowed: "My fellow villager, thank you."

"I don't have to thank you, as long as you don't regret it then."

Ling Muyun and Lu Gaoxuan no longer paid attention to the old man's murmurs and rushed away. The old man glanced at the backs of the two with a little pity, then pulled the donkey's head and continued to walk along the road.

Ling Muyun and Lu Gaoxuan followed the old man's words and went northwest into the valley. But they could not find a way in the dark. But they saw a small waterfall formed by mountain torrents rushed down. Ling Muyun said, "You can't see the road?"

Lu Gaoxuan said: "Young Master, don't worry, this small waterfall is actually a road, let's just walk along."

He led his horse along the waterfall and walked up the hillside for a while. Sure enough, he saw a large dark room in the forest. Ling Muyun and Lu Gaoxuan led the horse to the front of the house, tied the horse under the tree, and knocked on the door: "Is there anyone? Please open the door, we want to use the precious land to temporarily hide from the rain, and leave after the rain."

But after calling for a long time, no one came to open the door. Lu Gaoxuan said to Ling Muyun: "Young Master, the old man said this is a haunted house and most of the time no one lives in it. Why don't we go in directly?"

"Okay." Ling Muyun nodded.

Lu Gaoxuan, who received Ling Muyun's permission, directly pressed his palm against the door. With a "click", he broke the lock of the door inside, pushed open the door, and walked into the yard with Ling Muyun.

There was a very large patio inside the gate, and then I went in the hall. Lu Gaoxuan took out the oil bag from his side, untied it, took out the fire knife and flint, and fired. When he saw a candle on the table in the hall, he went to light it. The light suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, and they were all happy and comforted. The tables and chairs with red sandalwood were decorated with flowers and flowers in the hall, which was the style of the family. Ling Muyun looked at the tables and chairs, and saw that it was clean and dust-free, and it was obvious that someone wiped them frequently. Lu Gaoxuan obviously also discovered this and said, "Young Master, this hall is clean, not like no one lives there. Why not go down and check it?"

Ling Muyun nodded: "Okay, go and see if there is any abnormality."

Lu Gaoxuan nodded and walked towards the back hall to check the situation. Ling Muyun sat down on the chair and waited with peace of mind. Even if this was a haunted house of the dealer, with Lu Gaoxuan's strength, the widows of the dealer could not do anything to him.

When the time was not long, he heard footsteps, but Lu Gaoxuan returned to the hall with a very strange expression on his face and said, "Young Master, there is no one in this room, but it is cleaned everywhere. There are bedding on the bed, shoes under the bed, and clothes in the wardrobe, but they are all from women, and... and there are many dead spirit cards there."

"Oh?" Ling Muyun raised his head, "Is that right? Take me to see."

The two walked to the backyard and saw seven or eight rooms, all of which were arranged in mourning halls. Each mourning hall had at least seven or eight or more spiritual seats. It seemed that every mourning hall was offering a family of dead people, and there were candles in front of the mourning halls, which were obviously often served. Most of the people offered on the mourning halls were Zhuang.

"Well, this should be the haunted house of the dealer." Ling Muyun nodded secretly, confirming the guess in his heart.

According to the introduction in the original work, the widows who lived in the haunted house of the merchants were implicated in the Ming Dynasty case, one of the literary inquiries that the Qing Dynasty had been launched. It was not the merchant family, but the merchant was the main culprit of the Ming Dynasty case and the host of the widows of each family, so they were regarded as representatives.

At this moment, Ling Muyun felt a faint breath lie outside the mourning hall. Although the other party had tried his best to lower his breath and the sound of rain was used to cover it up, it was still difficult to escape Ling Muyun's perception.

Ling Muyun's heart moved and pretended to be surprised and said, "Huh? Are these not the spiritual positions of the victims of the Ming Dynasty case? How could they be here?"

Sure enough, as soon as Ling Muyun spoke, he immediately felt the breath of the person who was hiding outside the house suddenly heavy, obviously touched by his words. There was no doubt in his heart that the people living in this haunted house must be the widow of the Ming Shi case.

"The victim of the Ming Shi case? Young Master, what exactly is the Ming Shi case you are talking about?" Lu Gaoxuan asked with a puzzled look. Although he acted like a literati, he could not change the essence of his cult. He has been staying on Shenlong Island in recent years, so he is not aware of the Ming Shi case that caused a sensation in the Jiangnan cultural circle.

"Old Lu, you don't know the Ming Dynasty case, but you always know the Daxing literary inquisition in the Qing Dynasty?"

"Of course I know that when the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, in order to maintain their rule, it promoted literary inquisitions, persecuted thoughtful literati, eliminated dissent, and did not allow literati to promote the defense of the barbarians and the Xia, and did not allow literati to spread the thoughts of the previous dynasty, tampered with distorted history, and used bloody killing to deal with Han literati. Although I have lived on the island in recent years, I have heard of these things. Could it be that the Ming Dynasty case mentioned by the young master is a literary inquisition?"

"Yes, this Ming Dynasty case is the largest literary inquisition in the Qing Dynasty in recent years. This incident has been very riots, and is well known to the people of Jiangnan. It turned out that there was a banker in Huzhou Prefecture, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, which was a famous local rich family. The banker had a son named Zhuang Tinglong. He loved poetry and books since he was a child and had friends with famous scholars and talents in Jiangnan. Later, Zhuang Tinglong was blind because he was too diligent in studying and searched for famous doctors, but he could not cure them. He was depressed."

"Later, by chance, he obtained a manuscript of Ming History written by Zhu Guozhen, the prime minister of the previous dynasty. Zhuang Tinglong wanted to learn from Zuo Qiu Ming's blind book and keep his name in history, so he hired several scholars to add and delete the manuscript of Ming History from beginning to end. He dictated it and recorded it by the guests. Then he spent a lot of silver to invite many masters, literary scholars, and further revised it to make the best."

"Short after the book was completed, Zhuang Tinglong died. His father Zhuang Yuncheng was sad about his beloved son's death, and he immediately published the book. The title was "A Brief History of Ming Dynasty". The author named Zhuang Tinglong and asked the famous scholar Li Lingxi to write a preface. All scholars who had helped him were also listed above. Because this Ming Dynasty was written by the Ming Prime Minister before, there were inevitably words in the book praising Ming and defaming Qing Dynasty. Although it was deleted and revised, it was not thorough enough."

"As a result, Wu Zhirong, the former magistrate of Gui'an County, was dismissed for corruption. He saw that he was as if he had found a treasure and picked out some of the problems in the history books. He said that the Zhuangjia was thinking about the previous dynasty, so he sued the regent minister Aobai. Aobai immediately sent an imperial envoy to investigate. All the men in the Zhuangjia clan were killed. As a result, the case was implicated and the jailed people were hundreds of dead. It can be said that it was the first unjust case in the civil prison since the Qing Dynasty entered the pass..."

Ling Muyun was planning to tell the story of the Ming Dynasty case soon.

"It's really abominable. The executioner Oboi and the informed dog thief Wu Zhirong deserve to die!"

Lu Gaoxuan was so angry that he slapped the table. Although he was born into a cult organization like the Dragon Sect, he always regarded himself as a literati, so he empathized with such literati and was extremely indignant about the persecution of such literati.

"These two really deserve to die, but they won't be free for long."

"Oh?" Lu Gaoxuan suddenly looked up at Ling Muyun, "Young Master, what do you mean? Do you know what you know?"

Sensing the breathing of the person hidden outside the house suddenly became heavy, Ling Muyun smiled in his heart and said, "Yes, because of his power, the government and the country, he had already made the young emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty hate him to the core. As far as I know, the young emperor has begun to deal with him. If he is determined and unintentional, the possibility of success is very high. As for Wu Zhirong, I already know his whereabouts. If I take time to go on a trip, it is not easy to take his life?"

As soon as Ling Muyun finished speaking, a whimpering woman cried suddenly outside the house. The sound was very sad. Although the heavy rain was getting worse, the crying could be heard clearly.

Now Lu Gaoxuan also heard it, and immediately turned around and said loudly to the doors and windows: "We are passing by the noble place, and we are here to shelter from the rain and trespass into the treasure house. I would like to thank you here. Can the wise master be willing to see you?"

The words were full of energy and sent out from afar, showing extremely profound internal skills. One was to invite people to see each other, and the other was to demonstrate, so that the other party knew that they were not easy to mess with, so it was best not to have evil thoughts.
Chapter completed!