It’s too difficult to cultivate immortality, so I used a strange beast to clone myself into a Taoist

Chapter 109 Weird things in autumn
  Suijin Street, Gongyuan.

The short houses are narrow, the courtyards are filthy, and the square-inch single-person examination rooms are as crowded as pigeon cages. If you count them carefully, there are more than thousands of them.

And this is the examination room for the Xiazhi Examination. The examination lasts for nine days and six nights. During this period, everyone eats, drinks, and defecates in this dormitory where it is difficult to turn around.

In fact, with Da Jiang's national power, this is not the case.

However, the contemporary Emperor Jiang firmly believed that "Heaven will assign great responsibilities to people, and they need to work their muscles and bones and starve their body and skin." So he waved his hand and worked hard in the examination room, starting from the initial stage to sharpen the minds of future officials.

The effect is unclear, but every autumn, many scholars died in Suowei, dying of starvation and exhaustion.

If the ghosts of these scholars are not lost, they may still stay in Gongyuan, wandering in the bitter rain and wind, wandering in good times.

Li Qingjing lined up to enter the Gongyuan, and soldiers checked the candidates one by one to see if they were included.

In front of Li Qingjing, there was a white-faced candidate who was inspected inch by inch, and finally the excerpt was found from his anus.

Naturally, the white-faced candidate refused to admit it. He glanced around and suddenly saw Li Qingjing behind him, who looked young and seemed to be easy to bully. So he insisted that Li Qingjing did it and threw the bag in while he was not prepared.

Hearing this, several soldiers looked at Li Qingjing with unkind eyes.

Li Qingjing's eyes did not change, he held up his sleeves, cupped his hands and said with a smile,
  "Even if what I throw is not going up or down, how can it hit the dung gate? How can he raise his buttocks to be thrown?"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience burst into laughter.

It even alarmed the examiners sitting on high buildings.

"Kick this guy out, deprive him of his academic status, hold the teacher responsible, and inform the city to teach you!"

The inspector responsible for supervising the imperial examination of Gongyuan came out, scolded angrily, and waved his hand.

Several soldiers did not dare to neglect and directly carried the white-faced candidates out of the Gongyuan.

"Are you Li Qingjing, the disciple of Mount Chief Boan?"

The inspector seemed to know Li Qingjing and said with a smile.

Bo'an is the name of Shouren, which is generally used by literati. Only acquaintances and old friends will call him by this name.

Hearing this, Li Qingjing bowed his hands and said,

"The younger generation has met the inspector."

The inspector said: "I heard Bo'an mention you. You are good at poetry. The "Magpie" you wrote some time ago is widely circulated in the outer city. Take the test well!"

The two didn't talk much. The inspector comforted Li Qingjing for a few words, then turned and left.

But the moment he turned around, the smile on his face disappeared, and his cloudy eyes exuded a bit of coldness.

Li Qingjing turned back, looked outside the Gongyuan, where his brother, third sister, and Li Xianshi had been watching him, and gave him a reassuring smile.

Walking into the assigned dormitory, Li Qingjing took off his luggage and waited with bated breath.

What Li Qingjing expected was that the focus of this year's lower government examination was not poetry and eight-part essays, but economic strategies.

What should be the explanation for a large but empty proposition: "Governing a big country is like cooking small delicacies".

Li Qingjing's eyes changed slightly, but he heard the sounds of a large number of candidates sighing and wailing, and some even banged their heads on the case, as if they had gotten the wrong question.

Li Qingjing didn't hesitate too much, but started writing as soon as he started writing.
  "There is a saying in a volume about the people of Heng: The people of Heng hold the same cauldron... Qing Jing privately believes that cooking and treating people in this way can only lead to temporary stability, but not eternal security..."

Li Qingjing is very confident, as if this strategy has been refined in his mind for a long time, and he has nearly ten thousand words written about it.

When I looked up, I saw that it was already dark, and soldiers were bringing oil lamps one by one.

Li Qingjing felt that his brain was exhausted, so he took some cakes, chewed them carefully and swallowed them. Finally, he lay down on the desk and fell asleep.

But as soon as he touched the desk, Li Qingjing fell asleep completely, his brows furrowed, and the blood on his face seemed to be sucked away by something, turning pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Started to have nightmares.

In the dream, there was no one in the deserted tribute courtyard. He was standing alone in the courtyard. He turned around suddenly and saw corpses hanging on ropes in the air, dragging them away from the wall.

They are all candidates who died in Gongyuan before!

The moonlight is like water, pouring into the house.

Dim lights swayed in the night wind.

On the second floor, there were many examiners sitting.

The examiner is called Lu Youtai. He was Jieyuan in the government examination at that time. He is now the capital of Feng County and is a seventh-rank official.

At this moment, he said to an old man over fifty years old next to him with a smile on his face,
  "Boan Shanzhang's Hanshan Academy seems to have dozens of students coming to take the lower examination this time, right?"

Then I saw this old man, with gray hair and a beautiful mane. His body was as thin as a pine tree. He exuded an air of elegance when talking and laughing.

This person is Wang Shouren, Li Qingjing's cheap teacher, the late emperor's mentor. Because of his stubborn character, he angrily denounced the saint in the court and was demoted to Feng County.

Although Wang Shouren was deprived of his fame and honor, he continued to do it to the end and became a white body.

But no one present dared to look down upon him.

That saint has always been moody and eccentric. Who knows what day he will have a sudden impulse and issue a decree to let Wang Shouren return to Beijing?

Not to mention that Wang Shouren has three thousand disciples and disciples, spread across thirty-six counties, and there are people everywhere he goes.

Wang Shouren nodded when he heard this.
  "There are quite a few, but most of them are just talents. Only two or three can catch my eye."

"Oh? I wonder which two or three are they? Could it be that the top three in this scientific examination are among them?"

Lu Youtai asked pretending to be curious.

All the examiners present turned their heads and looked at Wang Shouren.

In his eyes, he was either exploring or thinking.

Lu Youtai's move was vaguely malicious.

Wang Shouren didn't seem to hear the meaning of Lu Youtai's words, and said calmly,

"First, Li Qingjing, the son of a cloth seller in the dyeing industry, is quick-thinking and quick-witted. Although he is not proficient in strategy and writing, given time, he will become a great talent."

"Secondly, the youngest daughter of Zhao Taicheng's family, Fang Fang, is talented in both civil and military affairs. She has a wise heart and blue eyes. She is a hero among women."

"Third, Jiang Bifen, whose parents are both academy gentlemen, is known as a child prodigy."

……

Wang Shouren was full of family treasures, and after naming a few names, he kept silent.

Lu Youtai was a little unwilling to give up and asked,

"Then who does the mountain leader think has the best chance of taking the top spot?"

Wang Shouren gave Lu Youtai a neutral look and said,
  "I'm not the examiner, why are you asking me? I may not be able to judge the exam in just one sentence?"

Lu Youtai's expression brightened slightly.

"Hahaha, Chief Boan is really a wonderful person."

"I have also heard about the people mentioned by Chief Boan. They are indeed good seedlings!"

The other examiners immediately spoke up to smooth things over.

Lu Youtai forced a smile and changed the topic.

But among the crowd, the inspector who had met Li Qingjing during the day was sitting upright and serious in speech.

Just by chance, his eyes met Lu Youtai's faintly.

Everything seems to be unspoken.

……

Autumn will last for nine days.

Li Qinglin no longer retreats, and occasionally goes to Fuwen Hall to participate in book meetings.

Everyone in this group of book friends speaks well. From time to time, they will discuss this lower-level examination and talk about many examiners including Lu Youtai.

The afternoon sun passed through the window lattice and fell on Li Qinglin's back. It is late autumn and the weather is getting cooler.

In order to keep warm, the walls are covered with brocade, mainly with cinnamon.

There is also a Huoqi mica screen at the door, which is valuable.

Of course, the shopkeeper of Fuwentang is not willing to pay this money. These are all crowdfunded by this group of book friends who are not short of money.

"It's strange! Ever since Lu Youtai became the examiner of the lower examination, many of the top three in the examination have become his confidants over the years.

In just a few years, Lu Youtai's faction can be said to be closely related and intertwined! "

Then I saw a well-dressed book friend speak.

Someone else echoed: "Don't tell me, it's true! And since Lu Youtai took the exam, the number of students in Gongyuan who died in the exam room has increased by the count than in previous years!"

"Ahem, cough, everyone, don't talk about current officials, let's talk about state affairs... For example, the dog emperor Hongmao, who is not a son of a man, actually builds palaces, wasting the people and ruining the money!"

After all, Lu Youtai is an official in Feng County. He is in charge now. If he says something wrong, someone will come to visit him tomorrow.

As for scolding the emperor?
  Who among the world's literati and martial artists would not criticize the emperor?
  It’s all an elegant matter! If you don’t scold you, you are not a great citizen!

Today Gao Jingshu was uncharacteristically silent, she didn't speak in the book meeting, and she was a little absent-minded.

Li Qinglin glanced at her, a flash of light flashed across his eyes, and suddenly walked to her side and said,

"Is Miss Gao worried?"

Gao Jingshu was stunned for a moment, then tapped her thin lips and said,
  "Thank you Mr. Li for your concern. It's true that something happened at home. It's not serious."

"But what... evil thing happened?" Li Qinglin suddenly said.

Gao Jingshu's eyes showed surprise. She didn't know where Li Qinglin saw it, but after a little hesitation, she didn't hide it.

"But I don't want to hide it from Mr. Li. My father has been having nightmares recently. It seems that the nightmares are getting worse, and even after searching for miracle doctors, there is no improvement.

and……"

Gao Jingshu seemed to recall something, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, and said

"I once went to my father's room at night with a lamp, only to find a dark shadow with red eyes on my father's bed, lying on my father's body, sucking in the yang energy!

But when I look closely, it doesn't exist anymore. It seems to be just an illusion! "

When Li Qinglin heard this, he frowned and said, "Have you ever asked a Taoist priest to exorcise evil spirits, or a martial artist with excellent kung fu skills to control the house?"

Da Jiang does not talk about ghosts and gods, but it does not mean that there are no ghosts and gods.

Occasionally, there will be some lonely ghosts, but Da Jiang is still a martial artist, and the warrior's energy and blood are like wolves and tigers, with abundant Yang energy. Especially when they reach the realm of marrow refining, they can be called little suns.

Not to mention the lonely ghosts, even the powerful ghosts with Taoism would not dare to approach easily.

"Of course I invited him, and even relied on my connections to hire a captain in the army. He has round internal organs and profound martial arts.

But as soon as the front foot left, the ghost appeared again. It couldn't be driven away or killed. It seemed that it was targeting my father! "

Li Qinglin felt a little strange when he heard this.

Most ghosts follow the obsession in front of them. Could this sun-absorbing ghost be some kind of evil creditor who held up the person?

Li Qinglin expressed his doubts.

Gao Jingshu shook her head and said,

"My father has always been gentle and gentle, and he is not willing to make enemies with others. Moreover, this ghost thing only came up after my father gave Xiazhi the test papers recently..."

Out the paper?

When Li Qinglin heard this, his heart moved and he asked,

"Is Gao Juren the official who issued the document this time in Qiu Wei?"

"Exactly. My father has been a filing officer for more than ten years."

Somehow, Li Qinglin felt uneasy in his heart.

He remembered that Li Qingjing also mentioned that he occasionally had nightmares.

Could it be a coincidence?
  After thinking about it, Li Qinglin simply decided to go to Gaofu to see where the ghost came from.

……

High House.

Back house.

Gao Jiren sat languidly in the study. His body, which was still slightly rounded in the past, had protruding facial features, exposed cheekbones, and his skin was dull and saggy.

"Cough cough cough..."

The high-ranking man coughed twice.

Standing beside him was a tall martial artist named Gao Kuo, with hands as big as futons. He immediately stepped forward.

"Master, don't use your brain anymore, just rest."

The high-ranking man waved his hand and said,
  "There are thousands of books at home, but I have only read half of them. Before I die, I would like to read one more."

When the martial artist heard this, his face became a little more anxious and he said,
  "Why do you say this, sir? I have sent someone to invite Taoist Changmei of Fusheng Temple. Taoist Changmei was a boy under the Immortal's knees back then. With his help, he will definitely be able to kill evil spirits!"

Hearing this, Gao Jiren shook his head and smiled, but he didn't care. He seemed to be looking down on life and death.
  "You... but I don't know how evil ghosts can be. Zhu Xie killed this one and there is a second one."

The martial artist seemed to have some understanding after hearing this, but Gao Jiren said no more.

"Where's the lady?" Gao Jiren asked instead.

The martial artist replied: "I went to Fuwen Hall in the inner city. Look at the sun. I should be back."

The lifter nodded.

At the right time, there were rapid footsteps outside the house, and then a man in his late thirties, wearing gold and silver, suddenly opened the study door.

"Dad! My son heard that his father was in poor health, so he came here to visit!"

Gao Juren looked at his eldest son Gao Li and frowned.

"But your pawn shop suffered a loss again?"

Gao Juren lost his wife in his early years and never renewed their relationship, leaving him with a son and a daughter.

Gao Li is a loser and has been involved in many bad habits since he was a child. A few years ago, he even took a sum of money from the Gao family and opened his own pawn shop.

It's a pity that the treasure is not pawned a few times, and things are moved from Gaofu every now and then.

Hearing this, Gao Li laughed loudly and grabbed a doctor from outside the house.
  "What did my father say? The child is worried about his father, so he specially invited Dr. Liu to diagnose and treat his father!"

Seeing this, Gao Jiren's face softened a little, thinking that the rebellious son had changed his nature, so he allowed the divine doctor Liu to diagnose and treat his pulse.

"It's frivolous to raise the pulse of people, and the yin essence is not enough. I'm a little short-changed... I'll prescribe a few prescriptions and see how the treatment lasts."

After that, Doctor Liu gave a few more careful instructions and prepared to leave.

Gao Li personally bid farewell to Divine Doctor Liu. After leaving the gate, he lowered his voice and asked,
  "Miracle Doctor Liu, can my father's disease still be cured? Can it be cured well? Will his life be in danger? Is your medicine really effective?"

When Doctor Liu heard this, he was so frightened that sweat broke out on his forehead.
  "There are still medicines being boiled in the apothecary. I have to go back and take a look. Young Master Gao should hire another Gao Ming!"

After saying that, Doctor Liu walked quickly, called a car dealer on the street, and hurriedly got in the car.

Seeing this, Gao Li spat, with a slightly fierce look in his eyes.

Looking across the street, he saw a carriage approaching and stopping outside the door.

From the carriage, two women and one man stepped out.

Gao Li looked at Li Qinglin next to Gao Jingshu, and his eyes became unkind.

"My sister, why did you bring a man home?"

(End of this chapter)