The temporary judge wants to cultivate immortality

Many people are curious about how Shen Xiaoliu managed to travel to the Ming Dynasty. I don't know if other people's time travel stories are true or false, but Shen Xiaoliu's time travel... is both simple and realistic. To put it simply, he was being massaged in a massage parlor when he opened his eyes and the girl massaging his feet had changed from a girl in a transparent white dress with an oval face to a girl in a rough ancient robe and roasting sweet potatoes!

Who can he reason with?

So, as the tragically unlucky, lightning-struck main protagonist of this book, let me first introduce myself...

Shen Xiaoliu's original name was Shen Lu. His biological father's surname was Shen, and his biological mother's surname was Lu.

It was a nice name, but I never thought that "陆" was a polyphonic character.

Ever since the substitute chemistry teacher in the second year of junior high school uttered the phrase "Shen Liu," his name became famous throughout the entire school, because just a week before that, the Shenzhou VI spacecraft had been launched...

In his past life, he was a professional writer... wait, let me change it...

He's a writer... but that's not quite right...

He's a professional writer... Hmm? That makes more sense, but it still doesn't quite fit.

He's a struggling writer who can't find a job, doesn't like to work, spends his days hanging out on the streets chatting with young women and wives, and knows nothing but writing... Hmm! That's more accurate this time.

Xiao Liu originally planned to just stay at home and spend the rest of his life in front of the keyboard, but who would have thought that a trip to a massage parlor would lead to this mess? He somehow ended up transmigrating and lying there like a dead pig for two years. Now he has to clean up Huang Simao's mess from the underworld.

And the first mess they had to clean up was actually Li Zicheng, the rebel leader!

As we've already introduced, Comrade Li Zicheng (we're both from the proletariat, so let's call each other comrades; didn't he also shout "The King of Chuang is here, no more taxes!") was a full 1.9 meters tall. Although he was involved in peasant uprisings, his skin didn't look like that of a farmer; instead, it was quite fair. I heard that he was a monk and a yamen runner when he was young. His deep voice still had a touch of refinement. It's just that his big face, like the blank tile in a mahjong tile, was a bit unpleasant to look at. He spoke with a thick Shaanxi accent and stubbornly refused to let Xiao Liu call him "Brother Cheng," insisting on calling him "King of Chuang."

What's most infuriating is that in the third year of the Wanli reign, this guy actually carried a long sword and stood outside Shen Xiaoliu's fenced yard like Guan Yu.

Xiao Liu quickly ushered Cheng Ge into an empty thatched hut, just like a grandfather would. Then, like a thief, he looked around to see if anyone was watching the neighbors. Luckily, it was just dawn and no one was around. Damn it, if anyone saw someone carrying a big knife coming to find him, the yamen would be in a heartbeat!

Ultimately, through Huang Simao's matchmaking, the dependent Lord Chuang voluntarily accepted the title of "Da Chengzi," while Huang Simao, without uttering a single word, tried to slip away!

Shen Xiaoliu is not someone to be trifled with.

"Si Mao! Can you please not bring weapons when you're leading people?"

"That won't do! Where else can we put it? There's nowhere to hide it in the underworld right now," the fake granddaughter continued rambling on with an air of entitlement. "Let me tell you, I have to go back to the underworld to work during the day, and I'll come back around midnight to help you judge Da Chengzi's wrongful conviction."

Xiao Liu looked completely bewildered: "Second watch of the night? Don't scare my wife! What did you just say Da Chengzi was wronged about?"

Huang Simao deliberately covered his mouth and lowered his voice: "Your wife's appearance is enough to scare a dog. I'll avoid her." Seeing that Xiao Liu's face fell and he was about to curse, Huang Simao quickly added: "It's about Chen Yuanyuan!"

"Oh, by the way, I gave you all the training when you came out of the underworld. You're not some kind of receptionist; King Yama himself appointed you as the Judge of Yin and Yang. Everyone who comes here will treat you two with respect, so don't worry."

"What rank is a Yin-Yang Tongpan? How much is their salary?"

Huang Simao glanced at Xiao Liu with disdain, his eyes narrowed like a rat's: "No class, no salary, it's just a title. They only put a label on you because they were afraid you couldn't keep these big shots in check."

The moment he finished speaking, he had already slipped away quietly towards the gate. Before I could react, he tossed out a sentence: "Pay attention to the system notification in your head. Cultivate more merit so you can ascend to the ranks of immortals sooner." Before Xiao Liu could react, he had vanished in a flash.

Holy crap, don't run! Is that the ringing sound in my head you're making?

Xiao Liu lowered his head and gently closed the door to the east room, only to find that Chuang Wang Da Chengzi had already conscientiously hidden his long knife and sat down on the kang (a heated brick bed). The kang was cold, but the guy didn't care at all. His pale face showed a hint of worry, and he muttered in a heavy Shaanxi accent, "Hamster, all of them are hamsters."

He was clearly not ready for the role change yet, but then again, this guy had been an emperor for a few days, living in a big mansion and eating lobsters in the underworld. Suddenly being assigned to my place by Huang Simao, he needed a few days to adjust.

When he saw Shen Xiaoliu come in, he suddenly straightened his clothes and said in a muffled voice, "Xiaoliu, go and prepare firewood for me to heat the kang (heated brick bed). If there is anything else, I will call you again."

"Go to hell... How can you tolerate this?" Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Liu yelled at the top of his lungs, "I'm the Yin-Yang Master, call me Master Liu! I'm not your servant. The firewood's in the woodshed, if you think the kang's cold, go burn it yourself!"

Da Chengzi was completely taken aback by Shen Xiaoliu's attitude. He looked like he was about to explode, but then suddenly deflated: "Damn it, Sixth Master, I'll send you more money in my dreams later. You must judge me fairly tonight."

Hmm? Xiao Liu felt like he had been taken advantage of... Why was Da Chengzi cursing in the street this morning?

"It's not 'Sixth Master'... it's 'Sixth Master'!" Shen Xiaoliu shouted, jumping up and down.

"Sixth Master..."

"Okay, forget about burning money and giving gifts. I don't need ghost money. Do you have anything valuable on you? Yellow or white is fine. Huang Simao didn't say he'd provide food before the trial. If you don't have money, you'll go hungry for a day."

Shen Xiaoliu's opinion of Da Chengzi, a bandit leader...

No, say it again!

Xiao Liu was also surprised that a peasant uprising leader like Da Chengzi would be so subservient to him. He immediately composed himself and looked around frantically, searching for Da Chengzi's legendary sword, fearing that the bastard might suddenly pull it out from some corner and start hacking at him...

Just then, the main room door creaked open...

Xiao Liu's heart sank instantly. Damn it, he hadn't even figured out how to tell Kao Digua about this!

That's right, the woman who came out of the main house was the first person Xiao Liu met after he traveled here, his wife, Roasted Sweet Potato.

The readers weren't fools, of course. Although she resembled a roasted sweet potato, her surname wasn't "roasted"; she had a refined and extraordinary name: "Yang Erya."

For the past two years, whenever neighbors have been calling out "Shen Yangshi, Shen Yangshi" from behind their fence, Xiao Liu has always felt like he's dreaming of traveling to Northeast China.

According to the conventions of time-travel novels, almost every protagonist should start out with nothing but pockets and no burdens, wandering the world with ease, before finally encountering a beautiful woman and returning home, right?

Even if she already has a family, she still needs to have willow-leaf eyebrows, thin lips, and a delicate face, right?

But why did you guys not play the cards the way you always do when it came to Xiao Liu?

It has to be said that if you ignore her face, Er Ya's petite figure is still a major highlight. But if you put her head on a toilet seat, every other part of her body would be quite handy. How to describe it? Let's put it this way: in all the romantic fantasy action movies that Xiao Liu collected on his computer in his previous life, no other female lead's complete set of parts could compare to hers!

Yes, that's how certain we are! That's how reckless we are!

Although Xiao Liu has followed the doctor's orders after recovering from her illness and has not yet used Er Ya in a full-on way... she has definitely touched it!

But God just couldn't see right through it, and had to give a body that makes every modern man drool an incongruous face!

But this seemingly innocent, plain-faced woman used her delicate hands to sell three acres of barren land to raise money for Xiao Liu's typhoid fever treatment. She raised silkworms while taking care of Shen Xiao Liu on his sickbed for two whole years, always dutifully and considerately serving her husband.

Even when Xiao Liu was hard and wanted to moan, Er Ya would always put the little guy in her mouth and say, "He's not better yet, husband, quickly turn him back to normal, don't hurt yourself."

Is Lao Tzu the Monkey King? Shorter, smaller?

Besides, what are you doing with it in your mouth? Do you have some kind of magic spell in your mouth?

This is her, Xiao Liu's carefree roasted sweet potato.

But how could he explain Da Chengzi's matter to Er Ya, who was already standing in the courtyard?

Does this mean: My dear wife, the King of Hell has come knocking on our door? From now on, you must not go out after midnight every night?

Just as she was worrying about finding him, Er Ya called out in her sweet voice in the courtyard, "Husband, don't scare me, where are you?" Her voice clearly showed that she was really anxious.

Xiao Liu hurriedly pushed open the door to the east room, and for some reason, blurted out, "Er Ya, stop shouting, come in and meet your brother-in-law!"

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Second! Hey! Big! Uncle! Brother!

Even I, an author, admire Xiao Liu's silver tongue!