Chapter 1175 Entering the Earth

There are places in the hall and fame.

His son entered the court and became an official.

It was leisurely in the Song Dynasty.

If you want to talk about the only regret, it is probably that I failed the exam many times.

After taking the exam for a scholar, I never took any further steps.

I didn’t achieve much at the age of forty, but suddenly I met ghosts and gods.

Since returning from the illusion, I have been practicing hard.

Let many things go to my younger son.

He clearly saw the lines of practice from the book, knew the spiritual roots, breathing methods, and visualization sutras, but he could not feel the spiritual energy and could not lead the energy into his body.

I heard that he could use martial arts to rebel against the innate nature, but he was not a material for martial arts practice. He was suffering from the lack of a good master who really cultivated things for many years.

I can only piece together the appearance of ghosts and gods, and hope to become famous by relying on visualization. I am close to the age of 70s and become less tough, and finally I have a vague impression.

"Ahem." Song Zhong, with pale hair, slowly got up from the couch.

The youngest son said worriedly, "Dad, Dr. Gu has taken your pulse for you."

Song Zhong said in a deep voice: "Get a knife!"

"father."

"burin."

Drinking the soup, Song Zhong took the carving knife and came to the courtyard again, began to carve the huge wooden stakes carefully, and said calmly: "I have lived for seventy years and am very lucky. When I was over thirty, I was discouraged. Forty directions know the truth in this world. It is a pity not to look at it."

He turned to a smile and said, "Don't worry, even if I'm gone tomorrow, it will be a joyful and joyful."

"It's a bit like it." Song Zhong looked at the tall wood sculpture and joy flashed across his face. Although he had never even carved one-tenth of his spirit, he just felt that the old demon god was standing in front of him.

He was not afraid. Although the demon god had disheveled hair, it was no different from the ordinary old man.

Perhaps the Demon God was too high to see clearly, a mortal.

Now I finally saw the moon in the well and saw the boundless depth.

puff!

A mouthful of blood gushed.

Song Zhong, who was old, was surprised to find that he was very light now. He was a little puzzled why his children and grandchildren rushed over and drowned him with crying. He was like an outsider, shouting, "Why are you crying?"

I wanted to pull my youngest son but found that my hand was passing through it all at once.

Looking back, he lies on the ground with a rosy face but no anger.

"I'm dead?"

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

No.

Perhaps it was not the first time he experienced it, but he saw it with his own eyes when he was 70 years old. Seeing his body fall, his children, grandchildren and daughter-in-law rushed forward.

"The old woman probably hasn't gone far yet."

Song Zhong looked at his restaurant and looked at his children and grandchildren.

Laugh out the door.

As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, Song Zhong saw a carriage parked at the door. The carriage was pitch black. The person who was rushing the car was a constable wearing a hat and black clothes. He was squatting on the frame, and there was a hug standing beside him. The shoulders were scattered, holding a white stick in hand, and shackles were hanging around his waist, and his figure was quite strong.

Chai Bo took out a black token in Song Zhong's surprised eyes, turned it into a volume, compared it, nodded slightly and said, "Song Zhong, your life is over, we are ordered to pick you up and return to the underworld. Be clear and upright."

After saying that, the police laughed and bowed, "Mr. Song, get in the car."

"Mr. Song?"

"I?"

Song Zhong looked strange and inexplicable. He had not even gotten a job in the imperial court in the big town. Why did he seem to be the servants in the underworld call him Lord Song first?

Zhuang Shuochao said with a smile: "That's right, when Lord Song was alive, he compiled legends to add luster to the underworld and made contributions to the country. Therefore, Lord Song will be qualified to have an extraordinary test for the underworld. As long as Lord Song is in high school, he will be long from now on. , wouldn't it be an adult? It's so envious of us to run around."

The face of the copa was a dead person, red eyes and a pale face, and this smile made people even more panicked.

Yin Chou, wearing a hat, looked at Song Zhong and said, "Get on the car."

Song Zhong got on the carriage half-believingly, and the carriage raised its whip and sniffed in the air. The strange beast and ghost horse immediately began to rush forward. The road in front of him quickly turned into a gray path, and the carriage rippled in the sea of ​​flowers on the other side.

Song Zhong widened his eyes and asked in surprise: "The flowers are so bright."

"Don't leave the carriage. The sea of ​​flowers on the other side is rooted in the underworld. Once you fall off the carriage, you can't survive a breath with your body." Chai Po stretched out his palm to pick a flower on the other side, and then threw it out after smelling it. Look carefully When I went there, I found that my palm was like a sharp claw of a beast.

Looking at the vast sea of ​​flowers, Song Zhong asked, "Will ghosts die?"

"ghost?"

"A ghost is a successful person in practice, and an ordinary soul is a person without Taoism." Cha Ba replied with a smile.

This has made Song Zhong's favorable impression increase.

He thought that the underworld was as cold and impatient as the secular constable, and would beat and scold the prisoner if there was any discomfort.

I remember when I was reporting to the official, the constable came and beat the official first, and then I started to deal with the case.

Unexpectedly, the ghost messenger in the underworld is more gentle than a living person.

It's simply answering questions.

"How long does it take to arrive at the underworld?"

"soon."

"After completing the procedures for entering the country, checking some details, you have to be sent back, and finally meeting your relatives will be basically only seven days."

"First seven?"

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

Song Zhong was surprised by the efficiency of the underworld. It took a year and a half for the imperial court to pass through two states. It only took seven days for the underworld to leave and send the people back. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak but stopped. After a long time, he asked, "I heard that there are ten palaces of Hell, four judges, and eighteen Yin generals."

"Huh?" Chapo's eyes flashed with surprise and said, "You know a lot."

Song Zhong continued to ask, "Who is the emperor in the underworld now?"

The Crazy felt that he was idle and idle, so he explained to him: "The current Emperor Luodu was succeeded nine hundred years ago and was named Emperor Feng."

Yin Chai, who was driving the car, frowned and looked up and down at Song Zhong. The Lingguan's eyes illuminated, but did not find any cultivation. He couldn't help but wonder: "You know the Ten Palaces of Hell, it's understandable. The legend of the Yin Emperor is very widespread. Tell me which one you...did you hear from?”

Song Zhong smiled and said, "I'm not hiding it from the two adults. I like to collect folk stories very much. Therefore, I have heard a lot of things that catch wind and shadows. After some integration, I have this question. Many people say it is a serious matter, and they are also monsters, A talented man and a beautiful woman, a monk who is high and high... "

The Chai Ba also agreed: "It is not surprising that the Yuanyang Domain encountered monks, but your place is a bit strange. Our brothers did not feel the spiritual energy. It should be a place of exhaustion."

"exhausted?"

The Crack comforted him, "That's right, the spiritual energy is so thin that it cannot be practiced at all, so you haven't seen too many monks, otherwise you would have been everywhere."

"The world is so big, it is also true that some mortals will never see a monk in their entire lives."

The surprise burst out in Song Zhong's eyes. It turned out that it was not his own problem. It was the poor place and the crops could not be raised. He hurriedly bowed and said, "The two adults have great supernatural powers, but can they teach their experience in practice? I dare not win any tickets. , if there is any order in the future, I will never refuse."

The strong Chai Ba was a little hesitant, but the Yin Chai on the side sneered and said, "It's useless to leave it to you. If you don't have this practice, you will be slow."

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

As he said that, he picked up his waist card.

"This is?"

"Yin Cha Ling." Cha Ba sighed, "My brother is right. If you don't have Yin Cha Ling, you will have no place to waste even if you can absorb Yin Soul Pill. Naturally, the efficiency is not good. Moreover, Lord Song is going to have a big test. If we are ahead of time, we will be able to take the lead. Professor, it would be bad if Lord Song was delayed."

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

Cha Ba laughed and said, "It's very similar to your mortal scientific examination, but the difference is that after the big exam, you will become a city god and take the path of earth god, which is different from us."

"In this article, the strategy..."

"Hey, Lord Song, you are a meritorious person. The big exam is actually a process."

I joked and came to the fallen city.

Process identity and road guide.

Song Zhong said goodbye to the two secretly.

We agreed to talk about it after the big test.

Looking at Song Zhong who was boarding another carriage, he said coldly: "Do you really think he can pass the exam?"

Chai Baek shrugged, "There is always hope, isn't it?"

Yinchao snorted coldly: "There may have been hopeful before, but now it's different."

"The big exam for the fallen city was held every year, and this time it was even more complicated. There were too many people who made up the numbers. His achievements were indeed good, but it would not be possible for the provincial governor to have one. I think he couldn't pass the exam. Not only will you not be able to pass the exam, but you will also be taken away."

"In this game, all the candidates are the wedding dresses of one of them."

Chappa narrowed his eyes and said, "You mean..."

...

Song Zhong, who was sitting in a single room, looked at the locked door and looked outside through the window.

There are countless houses of this size, with only one bed and a desk. There are patrols outside. There are blank test papers in front of them, and they need to take three consecutive days before they can leave.

Of course, you can also submit the papers in advance, but who would think there is too much time?

Song Zhong sat down and picked up his pen and wrote it on the draft.

Thanks to the old demon god's story, he knows a lot about the underworld.

If you want to ask about some policies and subsequent governance, he has been writing for at least ten years. Now, he has written like a god, as if a fish is entering the water.

At noon.

It is done in one go.

Songzhong did not rush to hand in the paper.

After two days of hard work, he saw that everyone started handing over the papers one after another.

Song Zhong, who returned to the post station, lie down and sleeps in a daze. After the announcement of the results three days later, the waiter urged him to come late.

A huge wooden sign was opened in the place where the yamen announced the results, and the names were recorded from top to bottom. Song Zhong did not rush to read them, but first saw the article on the head of the case.

When I saw this, my heart was beating. Isn’t this the article he wrote?

‘Stable! ’

Song Zhongzhong shouted, then looked at the name beside him.

When he saw this, he suddenly frowned.

"Lu Huaizhen, who is it?"

Song Zhong was about to shout when a big hand had already landed on his shoulder.

Looking back.

A tall ghost messenger who was nearly eight feet tall stood beside him and showed a rule and said, "Songzhong, sir, want to see you."

Song Zhong wanted to shout, but he found that he could not speak.

He was picked up by the other party like a puppet.

He was deeply afraid and resisted hard, but everything was futile. The gap between mortals and monks was too big, not to mention ghost messes and souls, which were simply natural restraint.

Song Zhong followed the officer all the way and entered an inner hall of the government office.

"Sir, the person is here."

Happy New Year everyone.

I wish all the emperors a long life and immortality!

Later.