Dafeng's Night Squad - Chapter 63
63 Xu Qi ‘an, I still have a chance (1)
“Wenxin is locked upstairs. You can go up from here all the way to the top floor.” Song tingfeng led him to the stairs and pointed upstairs, ”
there are no requirements for this test, but you have to remember to follow your heart. If you are too pretentious, your score will be lowered.
“What’s the use of scoring?” Xu Qi ‘an asked.
!!
“Why did you test his aptitude? [ four grades: a, B, C, D, the better the aptitude. ] Naturally, it’s easier to cultivate.” “I’m b,” song tingfeng raised his chin.
“I’m c,” Zhu guangxiao said in a muffled voice.
I’m a strong man … Xu Qi ‘an quietly played a joke and went upstairs alone. When he reached the second floor, he saw an ancient bronze mirror hanging on the red painted pillar facing the stairs.
His figure was reflected in the mirror.
Xu Qi ‘an’s heart skipped a beat for no reason. The muscles all over her body tensed up uncontrollably, then slowly relaxed.
The distracting thoughts in his heart settled down, his state of mind was calm, and he let go of all the fame, fortune, and selfish desires.
There was something wrong with this mirror … As soon as this thought flashed through her mind, it settled in her heart and she didn’t care.
Forcefully entering sage time … This thought also settled down.
He turned around the corner with light steps and came to the hall on the second floor. There was a Buddha statue worshiped here. It had a blessed body and a solemn appearance.
Offerings were placed on the incense bank, and the incense was burning.
An official stood in front of the Buddha statue and looked at him.
Xu Qi ‘an looked at the Buddha statue calmly for a while, then turned away and walked toward the stairs on the third floor.
The clerk watched his back as he left, then lowered his head and wrote on the paper, as if he was evaluating him.
…..
On the third floor was a Taoist Reverend, dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a wooden sword, and stepping on auspicious clouds.
There was also an official in front of fa Xiang, quietly watching Xu Qi ‘an’s arrival.
After Xu Qi ‘an turned around and left, the clerk also picked up a pen and wrote his evaluation on the paper spread out on the table.
….
The person on the fourth floor was the scholarly Sage. He wore a scholarly robe and a scholarly crown and looked into the distance.
There was still an official standing in front of the saint’s clay sculpture, looking at Xu Qi ‘an quietly.
This Saint sculpture was exactly the same as the one in Yun Lu Academy … Xu Qian sighed in his heart and left without any reluctance.
He arrived at the highest floor, the fifth floor.
The one worshiping on the fifth floor was a man in a yellow robe. He stood tall and upright, holding a sword in both hands. His eyebrows were sharp and his eyes were bright. He had an awe-inspiring aura.
Xu Qi ‘an didn’t recognize this person, but his bright yellow Dragon robe explained everything.
A monarch of the DA Feng dynasty, or the founding Emperor.
At this point, he suddenly understood the true meaning of the ” heart questioning gate “. Testing one’s talent was only one part of it. The true meaning was to test one’s moral quality.
The function of the mirror was to make people unable to do anything against their will and deliberately offer incense and worship.
….. ‘Oh no, I didn’t worship Buddha, Taoist Reverend, or Saint. This means that I’m a person who doesn’t respect gods, Buddha, or the four books and five Scriptures …’
…. ‘It doesn’t matter, but I must worship the one on the fifth floor …’ I’ll be finished if I don’t … A person who had no king, no father, and no regard for the gods and Buddhas was not allowed to live in this era …
What kind of organization was the night watchman?
It was a spy and guard agency under the Emperor.
It could be disrespectful to the three religions, but it could not be disloyal to the Emperor.
Therefore, the heart-questioning gate was a selection of moral qualities.
Xu Qi ‘an was undoubtedly unqualified. He went up to the fifth floor in one go, but no one bowed to him.
I’m just a piece of trash in the human world, I’ll be kicked out of the Yamen … ‘Forget it. The key is that the night watchman knows that I framed Zhou Li. Who knows if he will bring up old scores …’
These thoughts flashed past one by one, settled down, and automatically ignored.
Xu Qi ‘an anxiously resisted the sage Mode and forced himself to bow to the king. The two consciousnesses were fighting wildly. His body was stiff and his muscles were twitching.
The officer standing in front of the king observed Xu Qi ‘an for a moment, then passed him and went downstairs.
A few minutes later, the clerk returned. Xu Qi ‘an was still standing in the same place, his whole body stiff and trembling, as if his hands and feet were cramping.
The clerk looked at Xu Qi ‘an as if he was looking at a rare animal and said in a low voice, “”I’ve already exchanged comments with my colleagues downstairs.”
“When the Lord of Wei set up the questioning heart pass, he made it clear that if someone didn’t kowtow five times in a row, he would be an unpardonable criminal,” the clerk continued.
….. Brother, give me one more chance!
Xu Qi ‘an was extremely anxious.
therefore, Lord Wei gave us another opportunity and set up a sixth level. However, no one has ever been to that level. The clerk looked at Xu Qi ‘an curiously. you’re a Scorpion. You’re the only one.
“Relax your body and don’t cramp up.” He said.
Xu Qi ‘an no longer resisted the sage Mode in his heart. He adjusted his breathing and successfully stopped his muscles from twitching.
Only then did he realize that his back was already drenched.
He followed the clerk around the king’s statue and went deeper into the area.
The sunlight shone through the hollow Windows, illuminating the wooden table in the room.
A line of poetry was carved on the wooden stage.
After killing millions of enemy soldiers, the sword at his waist was still bloody.
When he returned with the Golden Mace, none of the officials dared to say anything.
Shika-Chan’s writing was quite domineering … What does it mean to show me the poem?
Xu Qi ‘an turned his head and looked at the silent clerk. He had wanted to stuff some silver notes into his mouth to get some information.
On second thought, how could a mere official understand the intentions of that eunuch with monstrous power? That’s impossible.
Don’t lead yourself astray, or you’ll die.
A poetry battle? Impossible, the theme was clearly not a competition of poetry. The heart questioning gate was related to one’s moral character, so he had to start from this aspect.
Since it was a test of moral character, why did Wei Yuan put this poem here?
Xu Qi ‘an cleared his mind of all distracting thoughts and actively racked his brain.
The sixth stage was arranged for materialists like me who have no master and no respect for gods or Buddha. It’s equivalent to my last chance.
Naturally, they wanted to dig out some valuable moral values from me. If I don’t, then I’m dead.
Precious moral character … Suddenly, Xu Qi ‘an thought of the couplet in the hall on the first floor.
She was willing to serve the world with her heart and not seek benefits for herself.
And the duty of the night watchman was to supervise the officials … Wei Yuan’s poem also expressed his loyalty to the country and his intention to suppress the officials.
Thinking of this, he suddenly understood the meaning of the eunuch.
This poem was placed here not for a competition of poems, but for empathy.
If that unpardonable man with no army or teacher really had a bad nature, he wouldn’t be able to go against his own heart and force himself to write a poem.
On the other hand, it meant that he still had valuable moral character, and Wei Yuan was willing to give him a chance.
Xu Qi ‘an sighed and reached out his hand. “Pen and ink.”
The clerk handed over a writing brush and laid out the rice paper on the wooden table.
Xu Qi ‘an’s brush was suspended on the paper, and he closed his eyes.
Although I have no king in my heart, I don’t care to worship God or Buddha. I’m a true materialists.
But I’m not an unpardonable villain. I have justice in my heart and principles under my feet. ‘I’ve never preyed on the people, and I’ve never used my identity as a lowly official to extort or blackmail them, even if this is the norm in society …’
Even though I once desperately wanted to earn money.
If you want to empathize, I’ll compose a poem, as you wish.
Xu Qi ‘an put down the brush. Without any psychological barrier, he wrote in ugly handwriting:
The People’s wealth
The lower class was easy to bully, but the heavens were hard to bully.
The clerk looked at the four sentences on the paper in a daze.
He kept the paper and stared at Xu Qi ‘an seriously for a while. He said, ” the questioning heart pass has ended. Please do as you wish. However, do not leave the Yamen before the results are out.
“The aptitude of every night watchman needs to be personally judged by Lord Wei. I will send it to Lord Wei now.”
He left the floor almost as if he was running. The sound of footsteps came from the stairs and quickly disappeared.
Xu Qi ‘an felt as if she was about to collapse. She panted for a moment while holding the wooden platform and followed him downstairs.
Song tingfeng and Zhu guangxiao were waiting for his colleague on the first floor. When they saw Xu Qi ‘an coming down, they smiled and waved.”How many times did you kneel?”
He looked like a fox when he smiled.
The clerk who went downstairs did not tell him the process or the result.
Xu Qi ‘an opened his mouth but chose to remain silent.
Zhu guangxiao’s brows furrowed slightly on his unsmiling face. “You don’t look too good.”
‘It’s not just bad, I feel like I’ve been on the edge of life and death twice. It’s more exciting than a roller coaster …’ Xu Qian shook his head tiredly and said, ”
“I want to find a place to sit down, drink tea, and rest.”
Song tingfeng raised his eyebrows with a smile, “”I’ll get you another prostitute to massage your shoulders and legs?”
‘You’re like a comedian under a bridge …’ “Go to the Imperial Academy and invite the floating fragrance courtesan,” Xu Qi ‘an nodded with a smile.
“I had the same dream when I was young,” song tingfeng laughed out loud.
[ PS: public chapters have to consider the number of words and recommendation spots, so you can’t upload too many chapters. ] I’ll release more chapters after I upload it. I should be able to write six to seven thousand words a day. That’s right, there were countless foreshadowing notes in the book, more than when he was the second generation of the Yao. You can look for it.
