Controlling mountains and rivers since the Warring States Period

Chapter 22 New Powers
It's another sunny day.
He Bo still found a place to bask in the sun, thinking about his own ghostly plan.

He stayed in Pingyang for seven days and it was confirmed that he had the ability to control ghosts.

The many disappeared ghosts also confirmed that there is no underworld here. Even the legendary Haoli in Qi is not the place where people rest after death.

Even a ghost will be completely consumed and shattered within a few hours of leaving the body.

If you don’t have it at night, you will definitely not see the sun the next day.

These ones,

He Bo became more and more certain that he was the only extraordinary person in this world.

He is the only ghost!
"This way, I can do more..."

He Bo took out a letter and thought to himself as he read the contents.

This Tablet is not something else,

It was the "Letter to Tubo" that was buried in the cemetery by Xi's son after his death.

Perhaps because Xi's ghost had been taken over by He Bo, this "Letter to Tu Bo" was sent directly to He Bo, just like the wooden prayer boards that were thrown in front of the He Bo Temple in Ye County and burned to worship the gods.

The arrival of this "Letter to the Earth God" made He Bo realize that he didn't have to use the title of "Zhangshui River God" to receive offerings and incense from mortals.

Anyway, he is the only ghost in this world.
He can use any name he wants.

It's just the premise of doing this.

There needs to be a "medium".

The fact that He Bo was able to receive this, and the "medium" was obviously the old man Xi.

Essentially, this burial document was not prepared for "Tu Bo", but for the ghost who had taken away the old man's ghost.

Anyway,

The process is not important.
The object is not important.
The result is the most important!

But for He Bo, the surprises don’t end there!
The moment he received the document, his monotonous, brief, and bad-assed golden finger finally twitched again, and a black progress bar emerged.

The progress bar was empty and very inconspicuous compared to the yellow law bar and the green Tongdi Water progress bar that He Bo was brushing.

He Bo had experience, so he was not confused by the progress bar that did not even give any hints.

He speculated that this was most likely related to the power of "Tu Bo", a ghost god that guides souls.

"But this priesthood is even more complicated..."

Mountain God He Bo,

Obviously a natural god created according to the terrain.

Whether there are people praying to Him or not, the mountains and rivers are still there.

After He Bo took control of the mountains and rivers, he became one with them.

When you are happy, there are waves.

Music moves the wind.

Anger, sorrow, grief, anger,

Either earthquake or flood.

The incense offered by people does not actually provide much in the way of added benefits, except that it helps him to speed up his control over the mountains and rivers.

But the power involving "life and death" is different.

More abstract than mountains and rivers, it is the fantasy of "man" as the most intelligent being on earth, about life, death and the unknown.

These ghosts and gods have no physical form.
The relationship with people is also closer.

It will even continue to change according to people's thoughts.

Like the Haoli in the pre-Qin period, and then to the underworld in later generations.

From the current Yellow Emperor who controls the underworld, to ghosts and gods like King Yama.

In other words, if He Bo wants this black progress bar to crawl darkly, he needs to go among more people to show his presence.

"But don't rush it."

He Bo understands the principle that you can't digest too much.

of course,

This is also related to the fact that He Bo is not an impatient person.

After all, if He Bo really couldn't bear the loneliness, he would be driven crazy when soaking in the Zhang River.

"Take down Tongdi first!"

He Bo put aside other things and focused on the task at hand.

He glanced at the green progress bar and thought that it might be loaded before the snow fell.

……

“How does it feel to be here?”

After the accumulated incense was consumed again, He Bo, who had not made any progress in brushing, returned to his Hebo Mansion and asked about the old man Xi whom he had placed there.

"very good!"

The old man smiled happily, then hesitated, "I'm just too idle, and I want to do something for He Bo."

He has been a farmer all his life and has some ability in farming.

But obviously, you can't grow vegetables at the bottom of a river.

Feed the fish…

Xi was being fed when he was alive, and he was also being fed after he died and became a ghost. It's not worth mentioning.

The situation in He Bo's mansion is entirely determined by He Bo's thoughts.

Luxurious and extravagant,

Simple and solemn,
Garden waterside pavilion...

There is no need for anyone else to interfere.

After all, they are all illusions and not real.

Xi cannot move freely, and He Bo will not always take him with him, so it is normal for him to feel bored in the huge He Bo Mansion.

Unless He Bo raises a few more ghosts.

But at the moment, He Bo has no such intention.

So He Bo asked, "Then are you willing to study hard for me?"

"Ok?"

"what!"

"Can someone like me read?"

Xi was suddenly shocked.

"Why not?" He Bo asked him instead.

The old man said happily, "Reading is something only noble people can do."

He Bo shook his head and said, "You are wrong. Reading is something that everyone can do."

"Learning is an innate ability of every human being. How can there be any distinction between high and low?"

"Confucius, the founder of Confucianism, said that there is no distinction between people in education."

"The king of Wei has long since hired Confucius' disciples to give lectures in Xihe. Now Wei already has many talented people. This shows that you and I are the same in terms of studying."

If you like to hear it, you will naturally be happy.

But he still hesitated, "But I'm old..."

"What's there to be afraid of? You can learn as long as you live!"

"You can still study after death. Who in the world is as lucky as you?"

He Bo asked him, "Since you are already dead, don't be afraid of the hard work of studying. During this time, just learn to read and write!"

Unfortunately, the Jixia Academy had not been established at that time, otherwise He Bo would have asked Xi to obtain a Jixia diploma.

As for Xi's age,

In later times, he was actually only fifty years old, which was the prime of life, and he could not retire and had to work overtime.

The reason why he looks so old is purely due to the passage of time.

It is a blessing for an ordinary person to live peacefully to the age of fifty.

The old man was happy and agreed.

He didn't know why He Bo wanted him to study, he just followed and did it.

He Bo nodded, waved his hand, and turned the prayers he had collected during this period into a pile of scrolls and piled them on the ground.

“These are what you’ll do later.”

"Ah?" The old man was happy and surprised.

He Bo said to him, "These things are not divided into big or small. When the time comes, you can divide them into several piles according to the different situations, so that it will be convenient for me."

If we really let the old man realize the wishes of mortals, can he do it?

In general, He Bo's training of Lao Ren Xi was actually to use him as a "Turtle Prime Minister".

I can't enlighten the turtle.

It would be a good idea to catch a ghost and train it.

Just placing ghosts in your own territory is not completely harmless.

At least it takes some mana to complete the soul and maintain its existence.

If you place more, the consumption will be greater, and it will be continuous.

This is also one of the reasons why He Bo did not continue to raise the little ghost.

The old man liked the baby and was obedient, so he just kept him.

As for others who are disobedient, let them sacrifice themselves for He Bo's great cause.

But thinking of this, He Bo couldn't help but think of someone.

If that person were here, I think there would be no need for Old Man Xi to continue to make use of his remaining energy, and he would continue to study even after his death.

"Hey, Ximen Bao, when will you die?"

He Bo let out a long sigh and began to look forward to what the scene would be like if Ximen Bao died and his ghost was brought to Zhangshui to work.

(End of this chapter)