Who is black and who is white, who is righteous and who is evil.

Li Ping'an can't tell the difference, and neither can the swordsman. Maybe it's hard to distinguish between good and evil, and whoever survives to the end is the right way.

Today the swordsman died by gunfire. He was the murderer who broke into the house and killed people.

Tomorrow Li Ping'an dies in the hands of a swordsman, that is, killing the devil and eliminating harm for the people.

"We don't want to be a good person, but we can't be a devil either. The young hero I met today is not very smart, but it doesn't mean that other heroes will be so reckless..."

Li Ping'an picked up the shovel and dug a hole skillfully, and buried the swordsman's body under the peach tree.

This guy's methods are immature, he doesn't look like a loose person wandering around in the world, but more like a disciple of some famous sect.

The daughter-in-law stood obediently by the pit, not afraid, maybe she didn't know what fear was. Seeing the sweat on Li Ping'an's forehead, she took out a handkerchief and wiped it.

Li Ping'an warned: "Madam, don't tell this matter."

The daughter-in-law nodded repeatedly, and then said sadly: "In a few days, I won't remember it."

"It doesn't matter, forgetfulness is a state."

Li Ping'an spent several months with his daughter-in-law and found that her illness was not stupidity, but rather a relatively low IQ, an inability to remember things, and a relatively straightforward brain circuit.

Zhang Yuanwai, an old man from Taishan, was an heir to poetry and calligraphy. I heard from him that when he was a child, he asked Mr. Mengxue to teach his daughter-in-law how to read.

As a result, the words I learned today will be forgotten tomorrow. After reading a book for women for four or five years and still memorizing the first page, I was sure that my daughter was born stupid.

Later, I consulted many doctors and took many medicines, but none could be cured.

The reputation of being stupid spreads out, and no one wants to marry a stupid wife and slowly become an old girl.

Li Ping'an buried the body and used his iron leg skills to step on the ground. After a few spring rains in the next few days, no trace would be visible.

"With the pure Yang formation and the suppression of the hundred-year-old peach wood, it shouldn't turn into a fierce ghost, right?"

Just in case, recite the Rebirth Mantra twice.

As a result, Jianmu became slightly feverish and actually gained a lot of merit, which made Li Ping'an feel dumbfounded.

Jian Muzhi doesn't seem very smart. If he kills someone and buries them, he will gain merit. When his longevity is almost gone, he will go on a killing spree, and then bury them to gain merit and extend his life.

"Such divine objects are definitely not so superficial. Perhaps..."

Li Ping'an pondered deeply, recalling the explanation of life and death in "Daoxuan Jiaohua Chapter", and had a vague understanding.

"Perhaps this is the way of heaven. Merits and sins are calculated separately. Gong is merit and sin is sin. The two cannot cancel each other out!"

Once I understood the truth, all the previous doubts were instantly eliminated.

"Madam, go and rest first."

After coaxing his wife to sleep, Li Pingan hurriedly took out a few volumes of Taoist scriptures, sat under the lamp and read them again, and gained many new insights.

Read the book a hundred times, and its meaning will become apparent.

Always learn something new, always understand and always make progress.

Li Ping'an was studying until it got light, and when he heard the shouts from the morning stalls on the street, he turned off the lights without feeling satisfied.

"No wonder I have reawakened to Buddhism and worked hard last night, which is better than studying hard for a year or two!"

After closing the book, he glanced at the debris on the ground, and then he remembered that he had not sorted out the swordsman's belongings.

A fine steel long sword without any special markings, more than 300 taels of silver notes, a jade pendant, a jade ring, a gold and silver hairpin and other jewelry, with a total value of more than 500 taels.

"If you don't steal or rob, if you are worth this much, you must at least come from a wealthy family."

Li Pingan put the long sword into the secret room, took the time to exchange the jewelry for gold and silver, and went to the courtyard to light a fire for cooking.

As soon as the stove was lit, my wife sat on the bench.

"Ms. sir, let me help you light the fire."

While the fire was lighting, I never forgot to watch Li Ping'an cooking the porridge, figuring out how to prepare the offal, what seasonings to add, and counting how long it took to cook on his fingers.

"There are no elders in the family, so we just live together. There is no need to force us to learn anything."

"Ms. sir, I must learn to cook!"

Li Ping'an saw his daughter-in-law frowning slightly, and he obviously made up his mind, so he slowed down the process of making porridge and explained the reasons for doing so while doing it.

After being alone for six years, I suddenly found someone to talk to, which would be nice.

Even if it is homely food that is as plain as water and not very nutritious.

…

Spring passes and autumn comes.

No matter how the court situation changes, it will not affect the peace of the morgue.

The corpses that were brought to us were either homeless beggars or prisoners who committed suicide out of fear of crime. Li Ping'an had already become numb after seeing too much.

The daughter-in-law was scared at first and was so scared that she hid in the house and did not dare to come out.

Gradually I got used to it and helped Li Pingan pass the utensils, but my brain was slow to react and I often picked up the wrong scissors and knives.

In handling the corpses, Li Ping'an had already reached the level of a cook and a cow. He could feel the right tools without looking. However, he did not refuse his wife's help.

Don't be in a hurry, even if you hand it to the wrong person, it doesn't matter if you use the scissors as a knife.

The deceased had no objections, and Li Ping'an would not be harsh.

This day.

Zhong Er sent a special corpse. The deceased was Zhao Jijiu, the Imperial Academy.

The withered corpse of a high-ranking official with a third-level official position, wearing red and purple, was lying on the straw mat, not much different from a homeless beggar.

"What crime did Zhao Jijiu commit?"

Li Ping'an looked surprised. He had read "Dongxuan Taoism Ritual" written by Zhao Jijiu, which discussed the origin and use of Taoist altars, fasting rituals, Taoist temples and other rituals.

The writing is interesting and the wording is rigorous, which is better than many works written by Taoists.

I have always wanted to ask for advice in person, but I did not expect to meet in this form.

The reader stands and the author lies down.

Zhong Er said contemptuously: "This guy looks like an upright official on the surface, even his official robe is full of patches, but in fact he is a corrupt official. It is said that the Zhenfu Division found three million taels of stolen silver!"

Daqian's annual tax revenue was only 40 to 50 million taels, and Zhao Jijiu alone accounted for 67% of it.

Li Ping'an said in surprise: "What's going on?"

"We don't know the specifics."

Zhong Er said: "I heard that several famous thieves in the world were competing to see who was more capable. The method was to find a high official to see who could steal more money."

Li Ping'an nodded slightly, which sounded quite interesting.

"Then why did you choose Zhao Jijiu? He has a good reputation. It is said that the rice vat can starve mice to death. The family doesn't have a few taels of silver."

"Hey, maybe it's interesting."

Zhong Er couldn't help laughing and said: "One of the thieves admired Zhao Jijiu very much and held the competition in his home. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net and agreed that the winner would give half of his net worth to Zhao Jijiu. Promote the name of a thief!"

"It turns out that the thieves are quite capable. I found several vaults and silver cellars from Zhao Ji Restaurant, which were ten times richer than theirs. I was so angry that I reported it to the official..."

"I see."

Li Ping'an looked strange, and his style of doing things sounded very familiar.

"What's the nickname of this thief?"

"I heard that he is called the Thief Saint or something. We don't know about Jianghu, but he should be a good person except for the corrupt officials who help the court."

Zhong Er kicked Zhao Jijiu's corpse and couldn't help spitting.

"This old guy is very bad. He greedy so much money secretly, and even starved his granddaughter to death. I don't know what he wanted?"

"Covetous for money and fame."

Li Ping'an asked: "Why did such an important criminal die in the prison?"

"The superiors want to close the case as soon as possible..."

Zhong Er pointed to the sky, and the meaning of his words was very obvious. His Majesty also admired Zhao Jijiu, and then he was severely slapped in the face by the facts.

Furthermore, the court newspaper publicized Zhao Jijiu's deeds several times.

Such as mending official robes, running away mice in rice jars, starving to death of granddaughters who are not greedy for ink, etc., shaping them into a clear stream among the clear streams and a celebrity among celebrities.

In the end, he turned out to be a corrupt official, which indeed undermined the dignity of the court.

However, contrary to expectations, the wine sacrifice case contained all the elements that can be popular.

The main criminal has a wide reputation, the process of solving the case is mysterious, there are court struggles, and rivers and lakes fighting skills. It can be adapted into several volumes of stories from several angles.

It quickly became popular in the capital, and within a month, the script was compiled and turned into an opera.

Of course, both the script and the opera repeatedly emphasize that His Majesty is wise and sage, but is temporarily deceived by corrupt officials. Otherwise, the opera will not be sung!