Chapter 63: Chapter 63 Xu Qian'an: I still have a chance to save him

Chapter 63: Chapter 63 Xu Qian'an: I still have a chance to save him"The Conscience Test is upstairs. Just go upstairs from here and walk all the way to the top floor." Song Tingfeng took him to the stairs and pointed upstairs:

"There are no requirements for this level, but you must remember to follow your heart. If you are too artificial, your score will be lowered."

"What's the use of the score?" Xu Qiyan asked back.

"Why do you test your aptitude? There are four grades: A, B, C, and D. The better the aptitude, the easier it is to be cultivated." Song Tingfeng raised his chin: "I am B."

Zhu Guangxiao said in a muffled voice: "I am C."

I am a strong man... Xu Qiyan played a joke silently and went upstairs alone. When he came to the second floor, he saw an ancient bronze mirror hanging on the red painted column facing the stairs.

His figure was reflected in the mirror.

Xu Qiyan's heart palpitated for no reason, and his muscles tensed uncontrollably, and then slowly relaxed.

The distracting thoughts in his heart settled, his mind was peaceful, and he let go of all fame, wealth and selfish desires.

There is something wrong with this mirror.... This thought just flashed through my mind, then settled in my heart, and I didn't care about it.

Forced to enter the sage time... This thought also settled.

He turned the corner with easy steps and came to the second-floor hall, where a Buddha was enshrined, with a thriving body and a solemn appearance.

Offerings were placed on the incense bank, and incense was curling.

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

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

The official watched his back leave, lowered his head and wrote on the paper, as if commenting.

The third floor enshrines the Taoist master, who is wearing a Taoist robe, holding a wooden sword, and stepping on auspicious clouds.

There was also an official in front of the Dharma statue, quietly watching Xu Qi'an's arrival. After Xu Qi'an looked at it casually for a few times and turned away, the official also picked up a pen and wrote a comment on the paper spread on the table.

....

The fourth floor is dedicated to a Confucian saint, wearing a Confucian robe and a Confucian cap, looking into the distance.

The clerk still stood in front of the clay sculpture of the saint, quietly looking at Xu Qiyan.

This saint sculpture is exactly the same as the one in Yunlu Academy... Xu Qiyan sighed in his heart and left without any nostalgia.

He came to the highest floor - the fifth floor.

The fifth floor is dedicated to a man in a yellow robe, who stands tall, leaning on a sword with both hands, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a majestic aura.

Xu Qiyan didn't know this person, but the bright yellow dragon robe explained everything.

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

When he came here, he suddenly realized the true meaning of "Questioning the Heart". Testing aptitude is only part of it, and the real meaning is to test a person's moral character.

The function of the mirror is to prevent people from doing things against their will and deliberately burning incense and worshiping.

.....Oops, I didn't worship Buddha, didn't worship Taoist priests, didn't worship saints, which shows that I am a person who doesn't respect gods, doesn't worship Buddha, and disdains the Four Books and Five Classics...

....These don't matter, but I must worship the one on the fifth floor...If I don't worship, I'm doomed...A person who has no king, no father, and ignores gods and Buddhas is not tolerated in this era...

What kind of organization is the night watchman?

It is a spy and guard organization affiliated with the emperor.

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

So the "heart-checking gate" is a screening of moral qualities.

Xu Qian'an is undoubtedly unqualified. He went up to the fifth floor in one breath, and didn't worship a single one.

A scum like me will be kicked out of the night watchman's office...That's fine, the key is that the night watchman knows that I framed Zhou Li, who knows if he will bring up the old accounts...

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

Xu Qi'an anxiously fought against the "sage mode" and forced himself to kowtow to the king. The two consciousnesses fought wildly, his body was stiff, and his muscles were trembling.

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

A few minutes later, the clerk returned, and Xu Qi'an was still standing there, his whole body stiff and trembling, as if his hands and feet were cramping.

The clerk looked at Xu Qi'an as if he were a rare animal, and whispered: "I have exchanged opinions with my colleagues downstairs."

The clerk continued: "When Duke Wei set up the Questioning Pass, there was an explanation that if someone did not kowtow for five consecutive floors, he must be an unforgivable

criminal."

.....Brother, give me another chance!

Xu Qi'an was extremely anxious.

"So Duke Wei gave him another chance and set up a sixth level, but no one had ever been there." The clerk looked at Xu Qian'an in wonder: "You are like a scorpion shitting, unique."

"Relax your body, don't cramp." He said.

Xu Qian'an no longer fought against the sage mode in his heart, adjusted his breathing, and successfully stopped his muscles from twitching.

Only then did he realize that his back was soaked.

He followed the clerk around the statue of the king and went to a deeper area.

The hollow windows sprinkled with mottled sunlight, illuminating the wooden platform in

the house.

A line of poetry was engraved on the wooden platform.

Killed millions of enemy chieftains, and the sword on his waist was still bloody.

Returned with a golden mace in his hand, the whole court dared not say anything.

The little poem is quite domineering... Show me what the poem means.

Xu Qian'an glanced at the silent clerk, who originally wanted to give him some silver bills to

get information from him.

On second thought, how can a mere clerk understand the mind of the powerful eunuch?

Impossible.

Don't lead yourself astray, or you will end up dead.

Poetry contest? Impossible, the theme is obviously not a competition of poetry talent. The heart-searching test is related to ideology and morality, so we have to start from this aspect.

Since it is a test of ideology and morality, why did Wei Yuan put this poem here?

Xu Qian'an put aside his distracting thoughts and actively used his brain.

The sixth test is arranged for a materialist like me who has no king or teacher, and does not respect gods or Buddhas. It is equivalent to the last chance.

Of course, they want to dig out some precious ideology and morality from me. If I don't have

it, I'm dead.

Precious ideology and morality... Suddenly, Xu Qian'an thought of the couplet in the lobby on

the first floor:

I am willing to serve the world with my deep heart, not for my own benefit.

And the duty of the night watchman is to monitor all officials... Wei Yuan's poem also means

to be loyal to the country and to overwhelm all officials.

Thinking of this, he suddenly understood what the eunuch meant.

This poem is placed here not for poetry competition, but for empathy.

If that unforgivable criminal without an army or a teacher really has a bad character, he

cannot go against his own heart in the test of conscience and force himself to write an

empathetic poem.

On the contrary, it shows that he still has precious virtues, and Wei Yuan is willing to give him

a chance.

Xu Qian'an sighed and exhaled, "Pen and ink are ready."

The clerk handed over the brush and spread the rice paper on the wooden table.

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

Although I have no king in my heart, I also disdain to worship gods and Buddhas. I am an

authentic materialist.

But I am not an unforgivable criminal. I have justice in my heart and principles under my feet.

I have never bullied the people and never relied on my status as a clerk to extort money, even

if this is the norm in society...

Even if I tried hard to make money.

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

Xu Qiyan wrote down without any psychological barriers, in an ugly handwriting:

You eat your salary, the fat of the people

It is easy to abuse the people, but it is hard to deceive God.

The clerk looked at the four sentences on the paper in a trance.

He took the rice paper, stared at Xu Qiyan seriously for a while, and said: "The examination of

conscience has ended, you are free to do as you please, but don't leave the yamen before the

result comes out."

"The qualifications of each night watchman must be determined by Lord Wei himself, and I

will send it to Lord Wei now."

He almost ran away from the floor, and the sound of footsteps came from the stairs, quickly

fading away.

Xu Qiyan felt like he was exhausted, and he held the wooden platform to catch his breath for a while, and followed him downstairs.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were waiting for his colleague on the first floor. When they saw Xu Qian'an coming down, they smiled and waved: "How many times did you kneel?"

He looked like a fox with a smile.

The clerk who came down did not tell him the process and the result.

Xu Qian'an opened his mouth, but finally chose to remain silent.

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Not only not very well, I feel like I have been on the edge of life and death twice, more

exciting than a roller coaster... Xu Qian'an shook his head tiredly and said:

"I want to find a place to sit down and drink tea and rest for a while." Song Tingfeng smiled and raised his eyebrows: "I'll invite another prostitute to knock on

your shoulders and rub your legs?"

You're like a crosstalk performer under the overpass... Xu Qian'an smiled and nodded: "Go to

the Jiaofangsi to invite Fuxiang Hua Kui."

Song Tingfeng was stunned and laughed: "I had this dream when I was young."