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Chapter 1175 Entering the Ground

There is a seat in the government and there is fame.

His son became an official in the court.

Song Zhong is quite free.

My only regret is probably that I failed in the exams many times.

After passing the exam and becoming a scholar, he never made any further progress.

At the age of forty, I had not achieved anything, but suddenly I met a ghost.

Since returning from the illusion, he has been practicing diligently.

I also let my younger son do many things.

He could clearly see the path to cultivation from the book, and knew about spiritual roots, breathing methods, and visualization sutras, but he could not feel the spiritual energy and could not draw the energy into his body.

He heard that one could use martial arts to reverse one's innate nature, but he was not cut out for it, and had no good master who could really teach him anything, for many years.

He could only piece together the appearance of ghosts and gods, hoping to achieve something through visualization. Now that he was nearly 70 years old and increasingly weak, he finally had a vague impression.

"Cough cough." The white-haired Song Zhong slowly climbed up from the couch.

The younger son said worriedly, "Dad, Doctor Gu checked your pulse."

Song Zhong said in a deep voice: “Bring the knife!”

"father."

"burin."

After drinking the medicine, Song Zhong took out the carving knife and went to the courtyard again. He began to carve the huge wooden stake carefully and said calmly, "I am very lucky to have lived for seventy years. I was disheartened when I was over thirty. I only knew the truth of the world when I was forty. It would be a pity if I didn't go and take a look."

Then he smiled and said, "Don't worry, even if I die tomorrow it will be a happy funeral."

"It finally resembles the old devil a bit." Song Zhong looked at the tall wooden sculpture with a flash of joy on his face. Although he had not carved out even one-tenth of its spirit, he just felt that the old devil was standing in front of him.

He was not afraid. Although the demon had disheveled hair, he looked no different from an ordinary old man.

Perhaps the devil is too high up for a mortal like him to see clearly.

Now I can finally see the moon in the well and see its boundless depth.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

The aging Song Zhong was somewhat surprised to find that he was now very light. He was a little puzzled as to why his children and grandchildren came rushing to him, drowning him out with their cries. He felt like an outsider and shouted, "Why are you crying?"

He tried to pull up his youngest son but found his hand slipped through.

When I looked back, I saw myself lying on the ground with a ruddy face but no life.

"I am dead?"

Song Zhong has not yet recovered from his shock. Although it is said that people have souls after death, this is also his first experience.

No.

It might not be his first experience, but he had seen it with his own eyes at the age of 70. When he saw his body fall, his children, grandchildren and their wives rushed over.

"The old woman shouldn't have gone far."

Song Zhong looked at his seat, then at his children and grandchildren.

Go out laughing.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, Song Zhong saw a carriage parked at the door. The carriage was pitch black. The driver was a constable wearing a bamboo hat and black clothes, squatting on the carriage frame. Next to him stood a constable with his shoulders crossed, holding a white stick, with shackles hanging around his waist, and a quite strong figure.

In the eyes of Song Zhong's surprise, Chai Bo took out a black token, turned it into a scroll, compared it, nodded slightly and said: "Song Zhong, your life is over, we are ordered to take your soul back to the underworld and verify your true identity."

After saying that, Chai Bo laughed and said, "Master Song, please get in the car."

"Master Song?"

"I?"

Song Zhong looked surprised and puzzled. He had not even held any official position in the court of Dazhen, but why did the officials from the underworld seem to call him Lord Song first?

The strong and sturdy officer said with a smile: "That's right. When Lord Song was alive, he compiled legends, which brought glory to the underworld and contributed to the country. Therefore, Lord Song will be qualified to take the special examination of the underworld. As long as Lord Song passes the exam, he will have a long way to go. Wouldn't he be an adult? The underworld officers like us who are running around are envious."

Chai Bo had a dead face, with red eyes and pale complexion. This smile made people even more frightened.

The Yincha wearing a bamboo hat looked at Song Zhong and said, "Get in the car."

Song Zhong got on the carriage half-believingly. The ghost officer raised the whip and cracked it in the air. The strange ghost horse immediately started to charge. The road in front of them quickly turned into a gray path, and the carriage began to drift in the sea of ​​flowers on the other side of the shore.

Song Zhong's eyes widened and he asked in surprise, "This flower is so bright."

"Don't leave the range of the carriage. The sea of ​​red spider lilies is rooted in the path to the underworld. Once you fall off the carriage, you won't survive for more than a breath with your mortal body." Chai Bo stretched out his hand to pick a red spider lily, smelled it and threw it away. A closer look revealed that Chai Bo's palm was like a beast's claw.

Looking at the vast sea of ​​flowers, Song Zhong asked, "Ghosts can die too?"

"ghost?"

"If you have achieved success in spiritual practice, you are a ghost. If you have no spiritual practice, you are just an ordinary soul." Chai Bo answered with a smile.

This actually increased Song Zhong's favorable impression of him.

He thought that the underworld's evil officials were as cold and impatient as the secular detectives, and would beat and scold the prisoners if they were not satisfied.

I remember that when I reported the case to the police in the past, the police would come and beat the person who reported the case first, and then they would start to handle the case.

I didn't expect that the ghosts in the underworld are more amiable than living people.

Simply answering every question.

"How long will it take us to reach the underworld?"

"soon."

"After completing the immigration procedures and checking some details, we have to send you back and finally meet your family. It basically takes seven days."

"The seventh day?"

"Yes, that's what the mortal world says."

Song Zhong was surprised by the efficiency of the underworld. It took the imperial court a year or two to send people from a big town in the Yang world, but the underworld only took seven days to send people away and back. He opened his mouth, hesitant to speak, and asked after a long time: "I heard that there are ten Yama Kings, four judges, and eighteen ghost commanders in the underworld." "Huh?" Chai Bo's eyes flashed with surprise and he said, "You know a lot."

Song Zhong continued to ask: "Who is the current emperor of the underworld?"

Chai Bo thought he was free so he explained: "The current Luodu Emperor succeeded nine hundred years ago and was called Emperor Feng."

The ghost driver frowned and looked Song Zhong up and down. The spiritual official's eyes were shining, but he didn't find any cultivation. He couldn't help but ask suspiciously: "It's understandable that you know the Ten Kings of Hell. The legend of the Yin Emperor is widespread. You can tell which one it is. Who did you hear it from?"

Song Zhong chuckled and said, "To be honest with you two, I really like collecting folk stories, so I've heard a lot of groundless stories. After some integration, I came up with this question. Many people talk about it in a very serious way, and they talk about demons and ghosts, talented men and beautiful women, and high-flying monks..."

Chai Bo also agreed, "It's not surprising to encounter cultivators in Yuanyang Territory, but your place is a little strange. My brothers and I didn't feel any spiritual energy. It should be a dry place."

"exhausted?"

Chai Bo consoled him, "That's right. The spiritual energy is so thin that it's impossible to practice. That's why you haven't seen many cultivators. Otherwise, they would have been everywhere."

"The world is so big, it's normal for some mortals to never see a cultivator in their entire lives."

Song Zhong's eyes were filled with surprise. It turned out that it was not his problem, but the poor land that could not support the crops. He hurriedly bowed and said, "You two masters have great magical powers. Do you have any experience in cultivation to share with me? I dare not guarantee that I will succeed. If you have any mission in the future, I will never refuse."

The sturdy Chai Bo hesitated a little, but the Yin Chai beside him sneered and said, "It's useless to give it to you. You are slow in cultivation because you don't have this."

As he said this, he picked up his badge.

"This is?"

"The Yin Cha Ling." Chai Bo sighed, "My brother is right. Without the Yin Cha Ling, even if you can absorb the Yin Hun Pill, you have no place to use it, so your efficiency will naturally be low. Besides, Mr. Song is going to take a big exam. If we teach him in advance, it would be bad if we delay Mr. Song."

Song Zhong felt regretful and then asked, "What is this big test again?"

Chai Bo smiled and said, "It is very similar to the imperial examinations in your mortal world, but the difference is that after the exam, you will become a city god of a place and walk the path of a local god, which is different from us Yincha."

"My article strategy..."

“Hey, Mr. Song, you are too polite. You are a meritorious person. The exam is just a formality.”

They chatted and laughed all the way to the Fallen City.

Apply for identity and travel permit.

Song Zhong said goodbye to the two ghost messengers.

We agreed to meet again after the exam.

Looking at Song Zhong who was getting on another carriage, Yinchai asked coldly, "Do you really think he can pass the exam?"

Chai Bo shrugged and said, "There is always hope, isn't there?"

Yinchai snorted coldly: "Maybe there was hope before, but it's different now."

"The exam in Lost City is held every year, and this time, there was an extra exam because there were too many people making up the numbers. His achievements are indeed good, but it is not enough for the governor to hold a single exam. I think he will not be able to pass the exam, and not only will his merits be taken away by others."

"In this supplementary round, all the candidates are the wedding dress of one of them."

Chai Bo narrowed his eyes and said, "You mean..."

……

Sitting in the single room, Song Zhong looked at the locked door and peered outside through the window.

There are countless rooms of this size, with only a bed and a desk. Outside are patrolling ghosts with blank test papers in front of them. They have to take the test for three consecutive days before they can leave.

Of course, you can also hand in the paper early, but who would complain about having too much time?

Song Zhong sat down and started writing on the draft.

Thanks to the old demon's narration, he knew a lot about the underworld.

When it comes to some policies and subsequent governance, he has been planning them in his mind for at least ten years. Now, he writes them down like a god, like a fish taking to water.

At noon.

All in one go.

Song Zhong was not in a hurry to hand in the paper.

He persevered for two days, and only handed in his paper when he saw that everyone else had started to hand in theirs.

After returning to the post station, Song Zhong lay down and fell into a deep sleep. Three days later, the results were announced and it was only when the waiter urged him that he came late.

A huge wooden sign was hung at the place where the results were posted in the government office, with the names listed in order from top to bottom. Song Zhong did not rush to read it but first looked at the essay of the top candidate on the side.

When I saw this, my heart started beating fast. Isn't this the article he wrote?

'Stable! '

Song Zhong shouted in his heart, then looked at the name beside him.

This sight made his brows furrowed suddenly.

"Lu Huaizhen, who is it?"

Just as Song Zhong was about to shout, a big hand landed on his shoulder.

Look back.

A ghost messenger nearly eight feet tall stood beside him and showed a decree, saying, "Song Zhong, the master wants to see you."

Song Zhong wanted to shout, but he found that he couldn't speak.

He was being held up by the other party like a puppet.

Deeply frightened, he struggled hard to resist, but it was all in vain. The gap between mortals and monks was too big, not to mention the ghosts and souls, which were simply naturally restrained.

Song Zhong followed the officer all the way into an inner hall of the yamen.

"Sir, the people are here."

happy New Year to all.

I wish all the emperors a long life and immortality!

late.