Jiajing Spiritual Records

Chapter 1

Jiajing 20 years, winter.

As soon as it was dawn, the house of the servant of the Ministry of Rites in the capital city became busy.

The head housekeeper, Ning Si, put his hands in the sleeves of his plain cotton coat, and hurriedly walked through the east pavilion towards the main house. "Ma'am, everything has been arranged, we just wait for the young master to come back."

Madam Ning nodded sadly.With the heavy snow falling outside the window, there was a trace of uneasiness in her eyes: "I also hope that Huan'er will come back soon."

Ning Si bowed and looked out of the window following Madam's gaze.The heavy snow in the capital has been falling for more than half a month, and the snow on the side of the road is almost half a person's height.Although the old saying goes, "auspicious snow heralds a good year", but today's snow doesn't look like an auspicious sign.

Ning Si frowned, but soon relaxed.Although the young master had been away from home for several months, he had at least a dozen servants by his side, so it stands to reason that nothing serious would happen.

"My right eye has been twitching for the past two days. If Huan'er can come back sooner, I can feel at ease sooner. Hey - it's all the master's fault, let him repair some grave..."

A gust of gloomy wind passed by, Ning Huan shivered from the cold, he wrapped tightly the only cotton padded jacket left on his body, lowered his head against the cold wind, and walked forward step by step in the heavy snow .

A month ago, Ning Huan's father, Ning Xianzhong, suddenly dreamed that there was a big gash on his ancestral grave.After waking up from the dream, thinking about this matter, I always felt that it was difficult to sleep or eat, so I decided to send my son back to his hometown in Jiangnan for a walk.Ning Huan was naturally happy with this kind of good deal that he didn't have to go to school, but he could go around and play around, so he packed his luggage and set out on the road.

The twists and turns on the road took Ning Huan a lot of time, but Ning's family was well-off, and Ning Huan brought a lot of servants and entanglements from home, and he didn't suffer too much on the way.

It's unlucky that people can't even drink a sip of herbal tea. Ning Huan not only found that the ancestral grave in his hometown was well cared for, not even a single weed, and his trip was in vain. The bandit was robbed.The eighteen servants brought by the family ran and died, and finally he was the only one left.

In the wilderness and mountains, and he didn't know when he would be able to go home, Ning Huan let out a long sigh.

It was getting dark, and the road to Beijing was not known how long it would take. Ning Huan looked around, thinking that the most urgent thing was to find a place to settle down first.

After walking about half a mile, an ancient house appeared not far ahead.Ning Huan's heart tightened, and his steps were a little faster.

This is an old house that is so dilapidated and dilapidated that there is only an empty shell left. Half of the door with peeling paint leans over the door to block the entrance, and the other door just disappeared. When Ning Huan approached and saw clearly the plaque When I wrote a few big characters there, a basin of cold water poured into my heart.

"Shande Yizhuang"

The so-called Yizhuang is a place specially used to park unburied coffins.Although Ning Huan was a scholar and didn't believe in ghosts and monsters, he really didn't want to spend the night with the corpse.But there was no place to go, no shop behind the village, and the night was getting darker, so he didn't have many choices.

Ning Huan hesitated outside the door for a while, then gritted his teeth and entered the room.A row of dilapidated coffins was parked right opposite the gate, and the lids of the outermost coffins had been opened, but fortunately there were no corpses inside.

Ning Huan clasped his hands in front of his chest, bowed respectfully in front of a row of coffins and made a bow: "Xue Yetian really has no other way out, stay here for one night, and leave after dawn so as not to disturb everyone's peace."

It was snowing heavily outside the door, and the wind was howling. Ning Huan rubbed his hands, found a corner farthest from the coffin, sat down and started to light a fire.The discarded coffin slabs lit a fire and crackled in the silent night. After running around for several days, Ning Huan was really tired, he leaned his back against the wall and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In his sleep, the cold wind mixed with the crisp sound of "jingling bells" came from far and near outside the door, Ning Huan frowned uncomfortably, what sound?

In Yi Zhuang, a muffled sound of "bang bang" suddenly came out from the coffin closest to Ning Huan at this time, as if someone was locked in and knocked on the coffin lid with his head.Ning Huan was startled and stood up hastily.

"Dingling, Dingling" is becoming more and more clear, accompanied by the sound of "Ka Chi Ka Chi" when footsteps step on the snow.Under the reflection of the flames, two figures appeared outside the door.

Ning Huan stared at the door without blinking his dark eyes.It was a man wearing a plain white shroud and a tall black felt hat on his head.He lightly shook the bell in his hand, "Dingling, Dingling" and saw a slender figure appearing behind him, walking in with the man with stiff limbs.

The man entered the door and looked around, and finally met Ning Huan who was huddled in the corner silently, with a slightly surprised look on his face.

At this moment, Ning Huan finally saw clearly the slender figure behind the man.Pale as paper face, but with rich blush on the lips and cheeks, its pupils are big and round, pitch black with no eyeballs.Seeing Ning Huan looking at it, it let out a treacherous "giggle" laugh.

Ning Huan's mind went blank for a moment, and at the last moment when he was top-heavy and lost consciousness, he seemed to hear a clear and cold voice muttering to himself: "Why is there still someone?"

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"Hey, wake up." Ning Huan's butt was kicked twice, and he opened his eyes in a daze.His loose sight gradually focused, and the firelight reflected downwards, and he could clearly see the white figure standing in front of him.Ning Huan was startled suddenly, and almost scrambled back into the corner of the wall. He pointed at the "person" in front of him tremblingly, and asked loudly, "You... are you a human or a ghost!"

The "person" in front of him frowned impatiently, slowly lowered his body, he pinched Ning Huan's chin lightly, and pressed his cold right hand against his teeth that were fighting up and down.He said in a disgusted tone, "If you keep making noise, I'll throw you out."

Ning Huan was taken aback for a moment, and didn't dare to make a sound for a while.After being silent for a while, he still did not give up and asked again in a low voice: "Then...then are you a human or a ghost?"

The man in white looked around, his eyes seemed to be looking for something.Hearing this, he snorted and said, "If I were a ghost, would you still be here safely?"

So, he was not a ghost.Knowing that the person who came was not a ghost, Ning Huan's tight strings suddenly loosened, but remembering the slender figure following him just now, he asked in a low voice: "Where... what is that long shadow just now?" thing?"

"This?" The man in white took out a palm-sized paper doll from his pocket, and the paper doll slowly fell from his hand, and was already taller than the man in white when it landed.

Ning Huan widened his eyes and exclaimed: "So you were a juggler?"

"Tch." The man in white snorted coldly with disdain, he squatted down, his eyes were just at the same level as Ning Huan's dark eyes, he lifted up the plain white shroud around his body, and exposed one side hanging on his waist The golden tooth plaque, the letter: Jin Yiwei Town Fushi.

"See clearly?" He said coldly.

Ning Huan's eyes widened in disbelief: "You are Jin Yiwei!"

Ning Huan felt curious, what was Jin Yiwei doing in this wilderness in the middle of the night?Fang wanted to ask a question, but then he thought again, how could ordinary people like him be able to intervene in Jin Yiwei's affairs, and provoked them, even if his father was a relative of the emperor, he couldn't save him, so he shut his mouth tightly.

Tch, in the middle of the night, what kind of serious business can you do with such a pretense?Ning Huan thought angrily in his heart.

At this time, there was another violent "bang bang" sound from the coffin near Ning Huan, and the sound almost broke the coffin board.Ning Huan tugged on the sleeve of the Jin Yiwei: "Here we go again!"

The man in white frowned, and looked back at the coffin. He didn't seem to be surprised by such a strange thing before him, and there was no change in his faint tone. He just asked, "You mean this coffin just rang Pass?"

Ning Huan nodded desperately, the man in white lowered his eyes slightly, turned his gaze back to Ning Huan's hand holding his sleeve indifferently, and slowly said two words: "Let go."

Ning Huan was taken aback for a moment, and when he lowered his head, he realized that his hands had subconsciously grabbed onto his sleeves. He gave a dry laugh, and let go of his hands in embarrassment.

"Are you really Jin Yiwei?" Ning Huan tried again softly as if not giving up.

The man in white gave Ning Huan a sideways look, and snorted softly, unable to deny it.

Heh heh heh, maybe this person speaks through his nostrils?Ning Huan curled his lips and thought dissatisfiedly.But if this person is really Jin Yiwei, Ning Huan would not be so afraid.

Ning Huan was born in a family of officials, so he had heard about Jin Yiwei's affairs for a long time.It is said that Jinyiwei in the imperial city can not only govern officials, but also ghosts. People think this is just a metaphor to vent the dissatisfaction of officials, but it is not true.

In the 15th year of Hongwu, Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang abolished the pro-army Duwei Mansion and Yiluan Division in order to strengthen the centralization of power, and replaced it with Jinyiwei.As the eagle dogs and minions who directly obey the emperor's orders, Jinyiwei not only patrols and arrests and monitors the officials of the court, but also handles some unimaginable things in the capital.The most famous one is the "civet cat for prince" incident that happened in Yongle 12 years ago.

At that time Ming Chengzu Zhu Di had two concubines, Concubine Li and Concubine Lu, who were pregnant almost at the same time. In order to fight to become the empress of the harem, Concubine Lu joined forces with the demons who were deeply trusted by the emperor in the palace at that time, and concubine Li fainted with blood during childbirth. While not knowing about personnel affairs, he exchanged a peeled civet cat for the newborn prince.When Ming Chengzu heard that Concubine Li gave birth to a monster, Long Yan was furious and asked Jin Yiwei to investigate the matter thoroughly within a month.

At that time, Jin Yiwei had a strange man named Ji Gang.It is said that this person can count the secrets by pinching his fingers, and he saw through the conspiracy of Concubine Lu and Yaodao at a glance, so he sent someone to find the prince who had been dropped at the Orion's house [-] miles north of the imperial city.Concubine Lu knew her plot had been exposed, and finally committed suicide.And Ji Gang made great contributions in this case, and was appointed by Ming Chengzu as the commander of Jinyiwei, and he was the third rank of the imperial court.

"Go and open the lid of the coffin." Jin Yiwei suddenly turned his head and said to Ning Huan, with a calm tone as simple as a sneeze.

Hearing this, Ning Huan pointed at himself in disbelief. He gasped and asked, "You let me...I go?"

Jin Yiwei gave a "hmm" and nodded casually: "You go."

"I won't go!" Ning Huan resolutely refused.Leaving aside whether there is a person or a ghost inside the coffin, this person wearing a shroud in the middle of the night pretending to be a ghost is very strange at first glance.Now insisting on letting him open the coffin, this clearly wants him to die.It is said that the group of dog slaves around the emperor are all ruthless, and it is true.

"You say that you, Jin Yiwei, don't protect innocent people like us, it's fine, but you still want me to die. If I don't go, you go by yourself." look.

Jin Yiwei raised his eyebrows: "Are you going?"

"Once a man speaks, it's hard to follow. If you can't go, you won't go!" After speaking, Ning Huan's face was tense, and his buttocks firmly moved half an inch towards the base of the wall.

"Ask again, to go or not to go?" The subordinate's movements were too fast, and before Ning Huan could react, the cold blade had already touched his jaw.

"Hey hey hey, Jun... A gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't move his hands! Why are you talking with a knife! You... do you know who my father is?" Ning Huan murmured loudly.

"Oh? Who is it?" Jin Yiwei's lips curved into a mocking smile.

"I... my father is the Minister of Rites!" Ning Huan said loudly.

"Hmph, I thought it was the young master of some royal relative's family." Jin Yiwei snorted coldly, "It's just a servant of the Ministry of Rites." He lowered his eyes and looked at Ning Huan with a sneer, only listening to him He said slowly, "But even if you are a prince, if you die in a yizhuang in the wilderness, the emperor can't blame me on the head of a Jinyiwei—" The drawn-out tone carried a hint of threat.

Ning Huan was in a hurry, this man was simply unreasonable, he pointed at the Jin Yiwei and was speechless for a long time: "You... you... okay, I'll go!"

A man can bend and stretch, hum!