Chapter 68 The Underworld

Because the four poems are not long in length, they spread very quickly. Moreover, this is the ancient world after all, and people only have so many pastimes after dinner.

There are even fewer fun pastimes that cost nothing.

Probably Qin Chuan also underestimated the influence of poetry on the world.

Because there was a water melody singer named Mingyue Shijixian, and the previous water melody singer was too high-pitched and low-key, its influence among the people was not that great.

But in the eyes of a scholar, one knows that it is indeed a top-quality work.

Qinchuan's four new poems, especially the last two, have simple words and profound meanings.

"People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine."

"You have no long-term plan, and you will return to the old forest."

This sentence is very simple and easy to remember, the meaning is clear and clear, and it is of course very convenient to spread. So as Huang Meng guessed, more and more people think that Qin Chuan will be the number one talent in Lingzhou from now on.

What's more, he is only sixteen years old.

He savored the four poems carefully, and finally smiled helplessly at Ma Wei, "This lazy boy."

He walked leisurely in the rain.

If Qin Chuan continuously participates in the scientific examination, it is impossible to give Qin Chuan a chance to win three yuan in a row in order to achieve the great achievement of six poems.

He walked in the rain, his mind wandering.

Instead, the streets became empty.

He asked the chief officials of the Fu Department whether there are meritorious people in Lingzhou Prefecture now. It turns out that all loyal and good people in both Yin and Yang realms, who are upright and selfless, eliminate rape and punish evil, will be recorded by the Fu Department and bestowed with merit.

There will be blessings in this life and the next.

He read the memorial of Fuchenghuang and found that it was indeed very hard to hang out in Lingzhou Prefecture. There was Yujiang Longjun next to him. In recent days, the Zao Lord's incense temple has also been expanded in the house, and he met scholars with literary fortunes. Life was really good.

sad.

Halfway through, it suddenly started raining heavily.

Some people have also translated the poem written by Qinchuan Hairpin Flower Banquet, which also yearns for seclusion and is tired of worldly affairs. Moreover, Qinchuan rarely makes friends with outsiders, which makes people wonder what makes this great talent so famous.

, I hate the troubled world at such a young age.

But only those who have experienced the beatings and hardships of life and still love life bravely can be truly courageous.

Qinchuan can also observe the sky, but the heavy rain came very suddenly, as if it was caused by some change in the air.

The red-robed judge then looked through the life of Magistrate Zhou, nodded and said: "I remember that there are many precedents of living people serving as the priests of the Yin Division. So, I asked Mr. Zhou in a dream if he would be willing to temporarily take over the position of City God at night and inspect the local Yin Division.

Monsters and ghosts do evil things. In this case, it does not conflict with his duties."

Magistrate Zhou was once young, and he knows that young people's thoughts are always uncertain, sometimes very positive, sometimes very decadent.

The rain that is approaching October is biting and cold, and ordinary people cannot bear it.

Because the magistrate of Zhou was not directly invited to take office, but was only temporarily acting as a priest at night, there was no need for Yama Jun to use his seal. The red-robed judge who temporarily replaced Yama Jun could make the decision, but he had to leave a record afterwards so that he could explain to Yama Jun in the future.

Qin Chuan went out early in the morning to find Taoist Priest Qingyun at Chaotian Temple.

The next day, early morning.

…

What's more, the Lingzhou Prefecture City God's divine foundation was accidentally damaged by the scholar this time. After decades of hard training, he had to start all over again.

In the underworld, there is currently no suitable candidate to take up the post.

It would be very rare if it was a seventeen-year-old Jieyuan, an eighteen-year-old Huiyuan, or the number one scholar.

…

"What your Excellency said is true." The chief officer of Zhufu Department hurriedly flattered him.

This kind of treasure can only be found by Sakon when he comes to Ryugu.

For Qin Chuan, it can only have a slight stimulating effect.

It can only be said that Qin Chuan has hope.

However, the Lingzhou City God, who has enjoyed hundreds of years of incense, still has limited achievements.

He remembered that the statue of the most holy teacher in Lingzhou Prefecture seemed to have been moved by the Confucian temples to suppress the cultural movement in the southeast. Being a city god in Lingzhou Prefecture was really hard work.

However, Qin Chuan has recently succeeded in refining his body, and has used a foreigner's energy-transforming method. Naturally, no flies can fall on him, and not even a feather can fly over his body.

He thought that maybe he could get a piece of ice jade and try to sleep on it at night to stimulate the blood and energy, and the progress of body refining should be faster.

But in the absence of Lord Yan, the matter of replacing the city god is not a trivial matter after all.

At that time, it was Judge Zhupao who tricked the Chenghuang of Lingzhou Prefecture into taking up the post.

Some people think that Qin Chuan is a crazy person who relies on his talent and does not put other people in his eyes, so he wants to stay away from the world of mortals.

It is not surprising that a sixteen-year-old scholar can be found every one or two years even in the three provinces and capitals. It is only rare that he is limited to Lingzhou.

In his opinion, Qin Chuan is good at everything, but he is lazy, which is why he longs for seclusion. Perhaps he has seen through the world like him and knows that there is no cure, so it is better to stay out of sight.

The red-robed judge knew that it was very difficult to be a city god in Lingzhou Prefecture. If he had been a city god in other places for hundreds of years, he would have already solidified his divine foundation and been promoted to the underworld, or went to Taishan Prefecture to practice, or brought with him a foundation.

Reincarnation and practice Taoism, there is hope for ghosts and immortals.

The four poems soon reached the ears of the prefect Zhou.

The emperor loved to practice Taoism and also liked auspiciousness.

Lord Yama has transformed into a game and gone to the human world. I don’t know when he will come back. Today, the red-robed judge on duty at the Palace of Yamas read the memorial from the City God of Lingzhou Prefecture.

It's just that the City God of Lingzhou Prefecture has worked hard for hundreds of years without complaint. Not to mention credit, there is also hard work. Now he really can't do it anymore, and it's not good to force him anymore.

In short, there are all kinds of opinions, some good and some bad.

But if he has so many talents and ideas in his mind, it would be a waste if he doesn't use them.

He hoped Qin Chuan would understand this early and stop being so lazy.

But now that he is a scholar, what can he do?

Luti said that the court might open Enke next year, let’s take a look.

He didn't take an umbrella with him before going out.

The rain came suddenly and very hard. Pedestrians were busy taking shelter from the rain, and no one paid attention to Qin Chuan. On the contrary, the eaves on the street were crowded with people and they had no time to take care of themselves.

It's just wind and rain, but you can't get close.

If you add the header of the third test, you will win six yuan in a row.

This is a rare literary event in ancient and modern times, and it will be recorded in history books.

The chief officer of the Zhufu Department replied: "The current magistrate of Lingzhou Prefecture, Zhou Rui, named Ruxian, is a man of merit."

Now that the red-robed judge has temporarily taken over the post of Lord Yan, and is now the official in charge, they serve the red-robed judge even more diligently than before.

How can I bear it if it happens again later?

The underworld also has to deal with human feelings.

While Prefect Zhou was thinking about Qinchuan, the memorial from the City God had turned into a wisp of smoke, reaching the Netherworld Hall of Hell.

I turned around an alley, exited the alley, and arrived at a long street. I was approaching Chaotian Temple, and suddenly I saw a monk walking up the long street, knocking on a wooden fish, and a small snake was wrapped around the wooden fish, shivering.

To be precise, it is not entangled, but absorbed by the wooden fish.

The monk muttered words as if he was communicating with the snake.

All in all, the situation is quite strange.
Chapter completed!