If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 29 Asking Ghosts and Gods

"Master, what took you so long?"

As soon as Hu Chen walked out of "Miss Yu's" courtyard, he saw Guan Zhong holding a paper lantern with "Birthday Star Offering Peaches" on it, and guarding the aisle outside with two maids.

"Serve your young lady and let her rest early."

Hu Chen first sent Xia Zhi and Yong Xue away before striding towards the East Garden.

"Only more than two hours have passed, and I still think the time is too short!" He said this to Guan Zhong.

Guan Zhong was puzzled. Isn't it just teaching Tiger Soul Seven Kills? Miss Yu doesn't even know the characters. Should she just be teaching martial arts knowledge tonight?

"How is your study going, Miss Yu?" he asked tentatively.

"I've already gotten a glimpse of the approach." Hu Chen said with a complicated tone.

"Oh, Miss Yu is so smart. She has already started..." Guan Zhong nodded subconsciously, speaking flattering words like warm soup, but halfway through his words, he suddenly realized: the master wants to teach Miss Yu "Tiger Soul Seven Kills"!

"You didn't teach her the Tiger Soul Seven Kills tonight, but only chose a basic and harmless body-building boxing technique for her?"

"Humph, I know you can't believe it, I'm still in a trance!"

Hu Chen felt a little better and said with emotion, "In the past, I often heard people say that Chinese heroes are so and so amazing, and I said so myself.

But in my heart, I don’t think I’m much worse than the top heroes of Qin.

All I lack is a chance to compete with them.

Now I am completely convinced.

There really is a kind of person in this world who seems to be the reincarnation of a golden immortal, and whose talent is so strong that you don't even have the jealousy to feel.

Yu'er is just a barbarian, and yet she is like this. The most influential figures in China must be stronger than her.

Alas, if it weren't for the 'Little Li Fei Plan', my desire for fame and fortune would have dissipated as soon as I thought that there were countless heroes in Shangbang who were more terrifying than Yu'er. "

"But you only taught her for two or three hours!" Guan Zhong still couldn't believe it.

“In fact, it takes less than two or three hours. It takes at most half an hour to truly teach the Tiger Soul’s divine power.” Hu Chen said.

"Could it be that Miss Yu is really the reincarnation of the Golden Immortal, possessing immortal roots and immortal blessings?

With her talent and ability, why would Taoist Qingsong hand her over to you?" Guan Zhong asked in surprise.

Hu Chen stepped over the stone threshold, waved his hand to drive away the servants inside and outside the house, and then took the hot tea handed over by Guan Zhong, and then sighed: "The white flour buns in the eyes of beggars are just coarse things that can fill their stomachs in the eyes of the emperor.

What we consider to be treasures may not necessarily catch the eye of the thief Qingsong.

That day in the sand dunes, he had observed Yu'er's aura and measured her bones and soul.

First of all, Yu'er is not the reincarnation of the Golden Immortal. She has never had a previous life at all. She is an innate soul.

Secondly, although Yu'er is born with wisdom, he probably has no destiny to become an immortal, and his talent in practicing Taoism is very average.

If Qingsong was favored by him because of his high martial arts skills, why didn't he choose Yan Feiying to go to the Taoist Palace?"

"That's right." Guan Zhong nodded slightly.

Yan Feiying, nicknamed "Half-step Human Immortal", is the best detective in Western Shu and also the strongest person on the Western Shu martial arts list.

The key point is that he has successfully arrested human immortals who have committed major crimes more than once.

Such a big guy who has reached the pinnacle of immortal martial arts must have neither lack of martial arts talent nor martial arts realm.

"Yu'er is almost asleep by now, so get ready to draw the Shadow God Diagram."

Hu Chen put down his teacup, walked into the study, looked at the desk and asked, "Have you prepared what I want?"

Guan Zhong took a few quick steps and got ahead of Hu Chen to take out two light walnut wooden boxes from the bookcase.

"Master, I didn't find the Fire-Washing Cloth from the North Sea Volcano Country, but the Li family in the south of the city has a treasured piece of silk made of jadeite, which should be no worse than the Fire-Washing Cloth."

When the three-foot-wide wooden box was opened, a faint jade-colored glow immediately shone out.

In the glow of candlelight, it is hazy, like a garden in a dream.

"Good, very good! Jing Jiao Xiao is the best paper for calligraphy and painting. Even gods use it for painting and calligraphy."

Hu Chen's face showed joy. He quickly wiped his hands on the towel a few times before carefully taking out the scroll.

“I didn’t find the Demon Rabbit Hair Brush either, but I borrowed this Rhinoceros-shaped brush from the County Magistrate’s Office.

The county governor also gave the master a white jade inkstone and a piece of pine ink brought from China by a foreign merchant.

Hu Chen frowned slightly, "The rhinoceros pipe is also a treasure. This pine ink may have come from the Qin Dynasty, but it has no spiritual energy. Besides, I also need a set of colored ink."

Guan Zhong said helplessly: "This piece of pine ink is the best ink in Hengsha Pass, and there are only a few sets of ordinary colored ink.

After all, this is a northern border area, and many wealthy families practice martial arts, so the literary style is far less prosperous than that of Luodu."

"Spiritual ink that comes with its own spiritual energy is a must and absolutely cannot be missing." Hu Chen said in a deep voice.

Guan Zhong said: "Master, it is definitely difficult for you to achieve your wish at Hengsha Pass. If you cross Feixian Ferry and enter the heartland of Western Shu, which has just been ravaged by the Thirty-Six Kingdoms, there will probably be little hope.

Only in Luodu, in Yingxiang Mansion, can you easily find what you want."

Hu Chen hesitated for a moment, then quickly reaffirmed his conviction and said, "You now know the relationship between Concubine Li and Yu Yu. If he knew about my 'Little Concubine Li Plan', how do you think Yu Yu would react?"

"Uh, this..." Guan Zhong's expression changed several times, and he hesitated and asked: "Will he be furious?"

Hu Chen shook his head and said, "I don't know how he will react. The result is uncertain and the risks are unknown, so I can't use the 'Summon the Immortal Fax' in front of him."

Guan Zhong asked worriedly, “You already have a plan to replace Concubine Li with Miss Yu. Do you still need to worship Marquis Lieyang as your master and join his Fire Crow Army?

When the Shadow God Map reaches Xianyang, your plan will be exposed no matter what, right?
At that time, he and you have already established your relationship as king and subject. If he wants to do something to you, it will be very easy. "

"You are right. The relationship between the ruler and his subjects is very important. If the ruler wants his subjects to die, they must die. But the Qin Empire is not the West.

In the West, Marquis Lieyang is the emperor emeritus.

The sky of the Great Qin is always His Majesty the Emperor. Once the Shadow God Map is completed, it will sooner or later alarm the Emperor - if he is really upset about the death of Concubine Li. "

Hu Chen reminded meaningfully: "Don't forget, the Emperor not only controls the people of the Qin Empire, he is also the ruler of the gods and ghosts of the Qin Empire and the vassal states.

The young Taoist Qingsong had an idea and got the information of Yu'er from the Xisha barbarian tribe thousands of miles away overnight.

Once Yu'er's shadow painting is completed, ghosts and gods will know it.

Since the gods and ghosts know about it, it is impossible to keep it secret completely.

Some things cannot be weighed and have no weight.

A little Shaman girl could be crushed to death effortlessly by any nobleman from Xianyang.

But once some things are weighed, even ten thousand pounds cannot stop them.

If the Human Emperor shows some sign that he can't let go of Concubine Li one day. Hehe, wouldn't those ghosts, gods or noble ladies of the Qin Dynasty who know about the Shadow God Map rush to curry favor with him?
How angry would the Emperor be if he knew that 'Little Concubine Li' was so close to him but was destroyed by someone?
The wrath of the Human Emperor is more than ten thousand pounds!

I understand this kind of thing, Yu Yu must understand it too, and all smart people in the world understand it.

That’s why I said that if the Shadow God Map is completed, it will not only guarantee my plan, but also protect Yu’er.

As for Yu Yu"

Hu Chen curled his lips with a relaxed expression, "He will probably suppress his discomfort, treat me more favorably, or even curry favor with me, and work with me to support Concubine Li to ascend to the throne.

After all, Concubine Li was not really competing with his mother for the position.

It is a fact that his mother died long ago.

I just don't believe that in recent years the Qin people haven't presented to the Human Emperor a lady whose appearance, temperament, and demeanor are similar to those of Concubine Li.

He is not used to it, but he should have gotten used to it a long time ago."

His analysis was very logical, and Guan Zhong nodded repeatedly. Finally, he asked in confusion: "Since the Emperor is so powerful, why doesn't he canonize Concubine Li as a ghost god and let her be by his side all the time?"

Guan Huchen shook his head and said, "Think about it, why did our ancestors live in the City God Temple instead of staying at home so that our descendants can show their filial piety to them day and night?

Even humans and ghosts have different paths, let alone the Human Emperor!
Besides, the Human Emperor is, after all, an emperor of the human world, and can only interfere in the affairs of the underworld to a limited extent through the ghosts and gods he can appoint.

Even he himself will one day be forced to step into the underworld.

Why didn't the wise emperors and rulers of China in the past confer titles on themselves before their deaths, allowing themselves to remain in the human world as ghosts and gods and continue to rule the world?

Not to mention the Human Emperor, even the Heavenly Emperor must abide by the Heavenly Rules."

"What should I do if I can't find any spiritual colored ink inside or outside Hengsha Pass?" Guan Zhong said.

Hu Chen looked past the window into the dark courtyard and asked, "Have you prepared the fruit wine offerings for worshipping the gods and ghosts?"

Guan Zhong replied, "Fresh fruits, everything is available. The wine is the best mutton wine, and two large tables of meat and vegetables are prepared, with eight pairs of pig heads, sheep heads, cow heads, and horse heads."

Hu Chen cursed, "Idiot, it's ok for you to prepare pig heads and sheep heads, but what do you mean by ox heads and horse heads?
There may be ox-headed and horse-faced ghosts and gods among the gods and ghosts who are offered sacrifices. You want them to eat 'themselves'?"

Guan Zhong asked in confusion, "Aren't you asking the immortals to reveal their true form? Aren't the ghosts and gods you are worshipping the likes of the Pen Fairy or the Painting Saint?"

Hu Chen said sullenly: "If I had the Taoist magic to command ghosts and gods, of course I would directly ask the Pen Fairy to paint the Saint."

But he did not understand Taoism, and his ancestor, the City God, did not allow him to dabble in strange arts such as summoning gods and exorcising ghosts.

Hu Chen can borrow the "connections" of the City God and communicate with ghosts and gods through sacrifices, but he cannot practice related strange skills.

Old Master Guan didn't explain, he just said it was for his "great future".

Hu Chen would certainly not doubt this, so he was just depressed but not resentful.

That night, at midnight.

Hengsha Pass was completely shrouded in darkness and silence.

In the center of the East Garden courtyard where Hu Chen was, there were three large tables lined up side by side. The tables on both sides were filled with cold meat and vegetable dishes, and the middle table had a fruit plate, an incense burner, a pig's head and a large porcelain bowl filled with wine.

In front of the table on the left, there is a large copper basin for bathing.

Guan Zhong changed into plain clothes, squatted beside the copper basin, put strings of paper gold ingots into it and lit them.

The yard immediately became bustling.

Hu Chen also changed into a dark blue Taoist robe and was now writing a petition on rice paper.

There are not many words, only about 100 words, and the content is very concise: My name is Guan Huchen, "Guan" is the "Guan" of Yingxiang Prefecture Guan Chenghuang, and "Huchen" is the "Huchen" of the Qi Duwei of Shu Kingdom. Because I came to Hengsha Pass on business under the order of the special envoy of the Emperor, I specially prepared fine wine and ghost money today to pay tribute to the "Song God" in the underworld. Well, it is the "Patrol God" who is responsible for helping the judge of the underworld to pass messages to Fu Chenghuang.

A petition, also called a "Shutou," is a prayer written by living people to pray to ghosts and gods.

Generally speaking, the content will not be too long or too complicated.

After all, ghosts and gods are also "people". If the prayer is too complicated, the words and sentences are too difficult to understand, and the content is too obscure, ghosts and gods will not be able to understand it, and will not be patient to read it.

After writing the essay, Hu Chen checked it again to make sure there were no typos or taboo words before putting it in the brazier and lighting it.

"huhuhuhu"

The effect was very good. As soon as the rice paper with the petition turned into ashes, a cold wind blew up in the yard.

The flame in the brazier seemed to be covered by an invisible cover, and the light from the fire was noticeably dimmed, but the speed at which the fire burned the paper ingots did not slow down. In fact, the fire burned faster and faster with the help of the wind.

"Brother Huchen, why did you call me here?"

A cold yet joyful rough voice sounded from the main seat of the altar, accompanied by the slight clinking of cups, plates and bowls.

The sound makes one's scalp tingle and even bones chill, but one can also clearly hear the joy in it.

Guan Zhong glanced over secretly and saw that the wine in the large bowl and the food on the plate were rapidly decreasing.

The empty space beside the table was quickly piled up with bones of chicken, duck, fish and meat, and one could even see sharp teeth marks on the bones.

The ghosts are coming!

(End of this chapter)