Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

As an old official in the county, Qian Wenrui has lived a happy life these years.

As the saying goes, "Officials have no feudalism, but officials have feudalism."

Many of these officials are family heirlooms and can be passed on from generation to generation. They can control most of the local resources, and the rank and file officials also rely on these officials to do things.

Fortunately, officials hold the ultimate power in their hands and can form checks and balances with them.

This also makes these officials choose to deceive as much as possible.

With a lot of income, this old official Qian Wenrui has very high requirements on the quality of life, and the rich clothes and fine food can be described.

Qian Wenrui's favorite thing is to lie on the couch in a satin nightgown, and eat all kinds of preserved meat with the new tea before tomorrow. This is a unique hobby.

The maid next to him held a white porcelain pot and kept adding tea for him.

In the smoke, Qian Wenrui recalled what happened during the day when he was dealing with official duties, and thought to himself: "Tomorrow, I will definitely let those two out-of-town merchants pay a few cents more."

Thinking about these chores, he gradually became sleepy, and then his eyelids couldn't hold up, and he fell asleep on the couch.

The maids at the side hurriedly put down the teapot, etc., and came over to cover Qian Wenrui with a quilt, adjusted his sleeping position, and removed the tea bowl and dried meat. They were very familiar with their actions, because Mr. Qian fell asleep in this posture, but normal.

In a daze, Qian Wenrui felt himself flying lightly.

Dreaming?

His consciousness is still clear, but he can't wake up, and he can't control himself in the dream.

Then, Qian Wenrui felt that he had passed through the roof, came to the top of the house, and landed lightly on the street.

During this process, the surrounding environment was vaguely visible. He could see the maids who were going away to prepare for a shift change, he could see the servants gathered in the courtyard chatting, and he could see the busy residents outside the courtyard.

Is it a dream? is true?

Two gongs sounded.

The sound seemed to explode in his ears, Qian Wenrui heard it clearly, but the people who were still active on the road were not affected at all.

Then a group of people came, holding axes, axes, spears, halberds, and marching under banners. Those who looked like clerks spread out the scrolls in their hands and nodded to the side, and then several green-faced and long-toothed guards stepped forward and took Qian Wenrui without saying a word. , put a chain around his neck and drag him away.

"Who are you, in broad daylight—"

Snapped--

With the sound of a whip, Qian Wenrui felt a burning pain in his back, and immediately shut up, not daring to speak, and obediently followed.

After turning a few streets and alleys, I came to a familiar place.

Town God's Temple?

Before the old official Qian Wenrui could think too much, the guard behind him stretched out his hand and pushed him. He stumbled and fell into the door, and then he was picked up and thrown into the lobby.

Hearing the sound of a gavel, Qian Wenrui immediately raised his head to check, only to see a middle-aged man in a winged hat and brocade clothes, sitting behind the high desk, shouting to himself without getting angry:

"Who is in the hall!"

He was startled by the sound, and immediately bowed his head. He vaguely saw a plaque hanging on the hall, looking upright.

After thinking about it for a while, I feel that the people sitting in this hall are very similar to the statues of the City God that I saw when planning the Fucheng sacrifices over the years.

Was this captured by the City God?

I am dead?

He was inexplicably surprised.

Before he could think about it carefully, the person who looked like a clerk flashed over from the arresting team just next to him, and he came forward with a book and said: "Master Chenghuang, this is Qian Wenrui, the clerk of the government office in the city. We will learn about his wandering spirit." Wandering in the street, I gathered all my hands to catch him here, and wait for the Lord Chenghuang to judge him."

Hearing this, Qian Wenrui was terrified and speechless.

But I heard the City God ask in the hall: "How is this person's daily conduct? Does he have any good deeds?"

The clerk replied: "Evil is full of evil."

Qian Wenrui was terrified in the hall, and trembled on the ground, wanting to ask for forgiveness but couldn't open his mouth.

The clerk next to him opened the book and recited Qian Wenrui's crimes one by one. After hearing this, Qian Wenrui trembled even more when he saw that his usual actions were all on it.

Finally, I heard the scripture worship: "Such a wicked person will be reborn as a larvae and a carnivorous animal according to the law, and he will not be born as a human for a million years."

The City God in the hall heard this, and said sternly: "Although what this person has done in this life, he has his own retribution and reincarnation to determine his responsibility, but he committed the crime in this house, and he was born and raised locally, so he should have the right to punish him. Sentence him a thousand years." Staff, cut off fifty rounds!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Qian Wenrui finally overcame his physical fear and begged for mercy:

"Master Chenghuang, spare me!"

"You have committed a lot of evil, and you should not be spared. Left and right, hold me down."

"Obey!"

Two groups of people on the left and right held up big sticks and long knives, and were about to drag Qian Wenrui down to execute the sentence. Suddenly, a squad member said: "This person is getting heavier and heavier, he must not be a dead wandering soul."

"Oh? Quickly check this person's longevity."

The document took out another volume from his bosom, flipped through it and said, "Qian Wenrui, a resident of Fucheng, if there is no accident, will live to be fifty-four years old, and has three years to live... so, if you are a soul wandering person, how long will you live?" Not exhausted yet."

Chenghuang nodded: "Oh, then put it back first, lock it up within three years, and send it to reincarnation after execution!"

After finishing speaking, he waved his hands and asked everyone in the hall to send him back to the original place.

After being thrown back to the street outside the wall of his courtyard, Qian Wenrui felt dazed and knew he was about to wake up, so he struggled desperately. Then I felt my body fly up again, pass through the room and enter the room, and return to the couch in an instant.

Qian Wenrui suddenly opened his eyes, gasped for breath, and felt his whole body was dripping with sweat!

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the second day.

In the county government office of Ninghe Prefecture, Nazhi County is being promoted early in the morning to handle official duties. He has been very diligent in the past few years since he became an official after being awarded a Jinshi.

After waiting for a while, it was found that there was one missing person on both sides.

"Why didn't the Qian scribe come here today?"

Hearing the county magistrate's questioning, the staff in charge of attendance came out and worshiped with their hands: "This morning, Qian Shuji sent someone from the mansion to ask for leave, but he was sick and bedridden, so he couldn't manage the affairs."

"Well, I see."

Zhixian nodded and said nothing.

This makes everyone in the hall a little strange, because since the county magistrate took office, he has used some methods to control his kindness and power. When someone complains about illness on weekdays, he usually sends someone to express his condolences, instead of just expressing his knowledge like now. Say no more.

This unpredictable situation of Enwei made all the gentlemen feel more pressured and dared not speak up.

thump thump——

"What's going on outside?"

Someone came out of the lobby to watch, and then came back quickly and said: "There are old men and young women, who are beating the drum of grievance."

The county magistrate said: "Ascend to the hall and bring people up." After that, he straightened his official hat and robe and sat on the hall.

It was the father and wife of Liu Changqing from Nahuqiao Town who came. They came to Fucheng smoothly after the land government entrusted them with a dream.

According to the past situation, Pang Yuanwai of Huqiao Town will send someone to notify Qian Shuli before the complainant.

After Qian Shuli received the news, he would have people intercept him and send the complainant back to Huqiao Town.

This time Pang Yuanwai still sent someone, but Qian Shuli was frightened and closed the door to thank the guests. Therefore, the messenger did not see Qian Wenrui, nor did he deliver the message.