Nightwatcher Chapter 63: Xu 7’an: I still have a chance to be rescued

　　 "Wen Xin Guan is upstairs. You can go upstairs from here and walk all the way to the top floor." Song Tingfeng took him to the stairs and pointed upstairs:

　　"There is no requirement for this level, but you have to remember to follow your heart. If you are too artificial, the score will be lowered."

　　 "What's the use of grading?" Xu Qi'an asked back.

　　"Why did you test your qualifications? Grade 4: A, B, C, D, the better the qualification. Naturally, the easier it is to be cultivated." Song Tingfeng raised his chin: "I am B."

　　 Zhu Guangxiao said dullly: "I am C."

　　 I'm a big guy... Xu Qi'an silently played a trick and climbed up the building alone. When he came to the second floor, he saw a simple bronze mirror hanging on the red lacquered column opposite the stairs.

　　 His figure was reflected in the mirror.

　　 Xu Qi'an's heart palpitated for no reason, his muscles were uncontrollably tight, and then slowly relaxed.

　　Internal distracting thoughts settled, and the mood was calm, letting go of all fame and fortune and selfish desires.

　　 There is a problem with this mirror... The thought just flashed, and it settled in my heart, not caring.

　　 forcibly enter the sage time... this thought also precipitated.

　　 He walked around the corner with ease and came to the lobby on the second floor, where a Buddha was enshrined, with a blessed body and a solemn appearance.

　　 There are tributes on the shore of the incense, and the incense curls.

　　 An official stood in front of the Buddha, looking at him.

　　 Xu Qi'an looked at the Buddha statue calmly, then stopped looking, and walked towards the third floor stairs.

The 　　 staff watched him leave, bowed his head and wrote on the paper, seeming to be evaluating.

　　.....

　　 The third floor is dedicated to Dao Zun, wearing a Taoist robe, holding a wooden sword, and walking on auspicious clouds.

In front of 　　 Faxiang, there was also an official who quietly watched Xu Qian's arrival.

　　 After Xu Qi'an took a few casual glances, he turned around and left. The clerks also picked up a pen and wrote comments on the paper spread out on the desk.

　　....

　　 The fourth floor is dedicated to Confucian saints, wearing Confucian shirts and Confucian crowns, looking into the distance.

　　The sage still stood in front of the clay sculpture, looking at Xu Qi'an quietly.

　　 This saint sculpture is exactly the same as that of Yunlu Academy... Xu Qi'an sighed in his heart and left without nostalgia.

　　 He came to the highest level-the fifth floor.

　　 The fifth floor enshrines a man in a yellow robe. He stands tall, holding a sword in both hands, sword eyebrows and stars, with awe-inspiring momentum.

　　 Xu Qi'an doesn't know this person, but the bright yellow dragon robe says it all.

　　A certain king of the Dafeng Dynasty, or the founding emperor.

　　Walking here, he suddenly understood the true meaning of "asking the heart". Testing aptitude is only part of it, and the true meaning is testing a person's moral quality.

　　The function of that mirror is to make it impossible to act against one's will and deliberately pray.

　　.....Oops, I didn’t worship the Buddha, the Taoist deity, or the saints. This shows that I’m a person who doesn’t respect God, does not respect the Buddha and disdains the Four Books and Five Classics...

　　...These are all okay, but I must worship the one on the fifth floor....If you don’t worship, I’ll be over.....a person who ignores gods and Buddhas without a king or a father is not allowed In this era....

What kind of organization is 　　 patrollers?

　　 is a spy and **** agency affiliated with the emperor.

　　 It can disrespect the three religions, but it cannot be disloyal to the emperor.

　　 So "Wen Xin Guan" is a screening of moral character.

　　 Xu Qi'an is undoubtedly unqualified. He went up to the fifth floor in one breath, and none of them worshiped.

　　 I will be kicked out of the people’s office.... That’s all, the key is that the people who know I framed Zhou Li’s crimes, who knows whether they will make up the old account. ...

　　 These thoughts flashed one by one, and then settled, automatically ignored.

　　 Xu Qi'an anxiously confronted the "sage mode" and forced himself to bow down to the emperor. The two consciousnesses fought wildly, stiff body, muscle spasms and tremors.

　　The clerk standing in front of the king's face observed Xu Qi'an for a moment, then passed him downstairs.

　　 A few minutes later, the clerks returned, Xu Qi'an was still standing on the spot, stiff and shaking, like cramps in his hands and feet.

　　The officer looked at Xu Qi'an like a rare animal, and whispered: "I have exchanged comments with my colleagues downstairs."

The 　　 staff continued to say: "When Wei Gong set up the questioning gate, he had an explanation. If someone didn’t buckle or worship for the fifth floor in a row, then he would be a wicked person."

　　...Brother, give another chance!

　　 Xu Qi'an is extremely anxious.

　　"So Wei Gong gave another opportunity to set up the sixth level separately, but that level has never been visited." The staff member looked at Xu Qi'an magically: "You are a scorpion shit, the only one."

　　 "Relax your body and stop cramping." He said.

　　 Xu Qi'an no longer confronted the inner sage mode, adjusted his breathing, and successfully prevented the muscles from twitching.

　　 Only then did I realize that my back was soaked.

　　He followed the staff around the statue of the king and went to a deeper area,

　　 Mottled sunlight spilled from the hollow windows, illuminating the wooden benches in the house in fine pieces.

　　A line of poem is carved on the wooden platform.

　　 Killed all the enemy chiefs and millions of soldiers, the sword at his waist was bloody.

　　 came back holding a gold mace, the Manchu dynasty did not dare to speak.

　　Small poems are pretty aggressive...show me what poems mean.

　　 Xu Qi'an looked sideways at the silent staff member. He wanted to stuff a cash ticket and get information from him.

　　 Then I thought, a mere clerk, understand the mind of that **** with great authority? impossible.

　　Don't make yourself crooked, you will die.

　　 Fight poem? Impossible, the subject is obviously not to compete with poetry. Questioning the mind is related to ideological and moral character, and we must start from this aspect.

　　Since it is a test of morality, what is Wei Yuan doing here with this poem?

　　 Xu Qi'an puts away distracting thoughts and actively uses his mind.

　　 The sixth pass was arranged for me, a materialist who has no ruler and no teacher, no respect for God and Buddha, which is equivalent to the last chance.

　　 I naturally wanted to dig out some precious thoughts and qualities from me. If I didn't, I would be dead.

　　Precious thought and morality... Suddenly, Xu Qi'an thought of the couplet in the lobby on the first floor:

　　 is willing to serve the dust with deep heart, not for self-interest.

　　The duty of beating the guards is to monitor hundreds of officials....The poem by Wei Yuan also has the meaning of serving the country with loyalty and coercing hundreds of officials.

　　 Thinking of this, he suddenly sees through and understands the meaning of the eunuch.

　　 This poem is here, not for fighting poems, but for empathy.

　　If the unforgivable man without army and teacher is really bad in character, in the questioning mind, he can't fight his own heart and forcefully write empathy poems.

　　 On the contrary, it shows that he still has precious qualities. Wei Yuan is willing to give him a chance.

　　 Xu Qi'an exhaled like a sigh, and stretched out his hand: "I am waiting for you."

　　The staff handed over a writing brush and laid out rice paper on the wooden table.

　　 Xu Qi'an hung his pen on the paper and closed his eyes.

　　Although I don’t have a king in my heart, I don’t even bother to worship the gods and the Buddha. I am an authentic materialist.

　　 But I am not a wicked person. I have justice in my heart and principles under my feet. I have never been a fisherman, never rely on the status of a subordinate to blackmail, even though this is the norm in society...

　　 Even though, I tried desperately to make money.

　　 If you want to empathize, I will write a poem as you wish.

　　 Xu Qi'an started writing without any psychological barriers, and wrote in ugly fonts:

　　ershierlu, minzhimin ointment

　　 The people are easy to abuse, but the heavens are hard to deceive~IndoMTL.com~The staff looked at the four sentences on the paper in a daze.

　　He took the rice paper, and stared at Xu Qi'an seriously for a while, and said: "The questioning of the heart is over, adults are free, but before the results come out, don't leave the yamen."

　　"Weigong must personally determine the qualifications of every guardian, and the villain will be sent to Weigong."

　　 He almost left the floor by running, and there was the sound of thumping footsteps from the stairs, and he quickly went away.

　　 Xu Qi'an felt that he was exhausted, and he held the wooden platform to take a breath for a while, and then went downstairs.

　　 Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were waiting for his colleague on the first floor. When Xu Qi'an came downstairs, they smiled and beckoned: "How many times did you kneel?"

　　 He smiled like a fox.

　　The staff who went downstairs did not tell him the process and results.

　　 Xu Qi'an opened his mouth, and finally chose silence.

　　 Zhu Guangxiao’s unsmiling face has two eyebrows slightly wrinkled: "Your complexion doesn't look good."

　　 is not so good. I feel that I have been wandering on the edge of life and death twice. It is more exciting than a roller coaster... Xu Qi'an shook his head tiredly and said:

　　 "I want to find a place to sit and drink tea and take a break."

　　 Song Tingfeng smiled and raised his eyebrows: "I'll ask you another woman on the fence, knock on your shoulders and rub your legs?"

　　You are like a crosstalk under the overpass....Xu Qi'an smiled and nodded: "Go to Jiaofang Division and ask for Floating Oiran."

　　 Song Tingfeng was taken aback and laughed: "This dream, I also had this dream when I was young."

　　PS: The public chapter should consider the number of words and the flow of recommended bits, and cannot be changed. After it's on the shelves, let's break it up. Six or seven thousand words a day should be the bottom line. By the way, there are countless foreshadowings in the book, more than in the second generation of the demon. You can find it.