Daobixianli

Shen Yan traveled through time and became a clerk at the bottom of the Criminal Department of the Great Zhou Dynasty, with a monthly salary of three to two taels. He lived in a leaky room, had a lot of soup every day, could not afford a wife, and his only entertainment was to paint cakes for himself. Until late one night, when he was halfway through copying the file, a pale hand suddenly stretched out on the paper and wrote three words bloody: "I am wronged." Only then did he discover that the bald pen in his hand could channel spirits - the ink words became prophecies and the written notes became true. The confessions he wrote can reflect people's hearts, the files he wrote can trace back to the scene, and one stroke can even determine life or death. He originally wanted to use this golden finger to earn some reward money and save enough money to marry a wife with a big butt and a fertile wife. Unexpectedly, a strange case of "a sinister soldier took advantage of the situation and the military salary evaporated" involved him in the vortex of the game between Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism. From then on, the innocent souls in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment came to seek his life. The serial murder cases in the thirteen cities on the border were waiting for him to be solved. Many years later, Shen Yan stood on the top of the dynasty, looking at the bald pen in his hand, and suddenly remembered his original wish - just to change to a draft-proof room and eat noodle soup without lumps. "The nobles in the court are talking about the country, but no one is willing to listen to the people. Then I will use my pen to write justice for them."