At this moment, Qiu Ping even wanted to go to the underworld to meet the ghost boy for a while.
However, this arrogant idea was quickly suppressed. He splashed his head with water and shook it hard.
"Little loach, you need to wake up. You are still a novice now. Don't try to commit suicide." Qiu Ping didn't want to give it away just because his brain was hot. He still knew how many pounds he had.
Now, even if he goes to the underworld, he can only continue to play hide-and-seek with the ghost boy through the swamp. If he is not careful, his life will be in danger.
"Click."
Just as he was thinking like this, the string of beads in front of him completely cracked, and the beads with the Arhat inscribed on them shattered into pieces, leaving only a series of ropes floating to the ground.
Qiu Ping used the current to roll up the pieces and pick them up.
Now no matter how he operates the "Eight-Armed Maha Seal", these fragments have no response. It seems that the power in them has been exhausted.
"It's a pity." Without the beads, he didn't even make any progress in practicing the "Eight-Armed Maha Seal Technique". I'm afraid that for a long time in the future, his level of this technique will only remain at the first level.
I heard that Bai San'er picked up this Buddhist bead near Luohan Temple. Maybe there are similar things in that temple that can help him practice.
An idea suddenly came to Qiu Ping's mind, but he quickly suppressed it.
A temple can suppress a whole mountain of monsters, which shows that its strength is absolutely impressive. This is not something he, a ninth-grade minor god, can provoke.
"Forget it, let's just keep practicing. Now that He Bo has a good opinion of me, he might give me a promotion sometime." Qiu Ping put all those unrealistic thoughts behind him. For a small role, don’t always think about what is there and what is not.
…
August in Tai'an is almost the best time of the year.
The summer heat is gradually fading, the wind is gentle, and a wide Yanlong River runs straight through the city. Cruise ships and cargo ships shuttle back and forth in the water, and the people on both sides of the river are bustling with people, making it very lively.
Now is the time when the imperial court is at its peak, and everyone is in a truly prosperous age.
"The list is about to be released!"
I don't know who made the noise, and the whole Tai'an City was boiling. Many people, regardless of whether they wanted to do it or not, swarmed towards the government office.
At the entrance of the government office, it was already crowded with people.
For a state, the Qiuwei Provincial Examination held once every three years is the most grand event. Every candidate who is admitted is a literary star.
Jing Xinghuai was squeezed into the crowd, and he was inevitably nervous. He even felt as if he was dreaming, and his feet felt as if they were stepping on cotton, which was soft and weightless.
For the first time, he felt that time passed so long. He hoped that time would go faster, but he also felt a lot of anxiety about the announcement of the results he was about to face.
This tormenting state of mind is really torturous.
From a scholar to a scholar, it is a leap from the mud to the clouds, and it is also a class jump.
The peripheral vision of his eyes swept over the other scholars, and they were probably in the same mood as him.
But Jing Xinghuai was particularly unsure.
Because he felt that his policy this time was too bold. Although he did not directly describe the political systems of those foreign countries, he also made some predictions in the article. Under the guise of the people-oriented thinking of "Heaven establishes a monarch for the people", he implicitly proposed The idea of limiting imperial power.
After leaving the examination room, he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat when the outside wind blew.
These days, he has been seriously studying the words of the Well God, and has become a bit confused. The articles he writes are too eccentric. The essays in the examination room are all about stability. It is best to do the dojo in a snail shell, otherwise there is a high probability that you will fail.
After all, your writing is too sensational. If any examiner hires you, he will be unlucky if there is any public opinion in the future.
"Well, now I just hope that I can win, even if I am in last place." Jing Xinghuai muttered silently in his heart.
This year, more than 3,000 scholars participated in the provincial examination in Qingzhou, but only a hundred people were admitted in total in the whole state. This admission ratio is really scary, and the competition is extremely cruel.
Just as he was thinking wildly, the yamen's clerks had already begun to roll their names.
He read from one hundred names forward, and every time he read a name, cheers and congratulatory sounds came from the crowd.
Jing Xinghuai was envious and nervous at the same time.
He also understands how high his level is. If it were a serious exam, he would probably be around the top 100. If he was lucky, he would win, but if he was unlucky, he would have to come back three years later.
Seeing that most of the list had been read, Jing Xinghuai's heart sank. The hope of passing the exam this year was extremely slim.
"The six top players from Jingxinghuai High School in Changning County!"
Just when he couldn't bear to listen anymore, the yamen clerk loudly called out his name.
That short sentence was like thunder in his ears, and he vaguely suspected that he had heard it wrong.
There was only a "buzzing" sound in his mind, and all the movement around him was inaudible. In a daze, he seemed to see people around him congratulating him, but he had no feedback.
Jing Xinghuai stared at the names on the red paper and black letters on the list, but his strength seemed to be drained from his whole body. He was shaking and about to fall to the ground, but was quickly supported by people nearby.
"Congratulations to Mr. Jing, the top runner-up in high school. I'm sure he will be a Jinshi next year and rise to the top!" The eyes of the people on the side looked at Jing Xinghuai with heat. Some merchants were already planning to give their daughters to him as concubines.
Those who can pass the sixth place are outstanding in the entire Qingzhou. What an honor it is to be ranked sixth among more than 3,000 talents held every three years!
Someone brought a red flower and put it directly on Jing Xinghuai.
"Hey, I got hit."
Jing Xinghuai finally digested this fact. He cried and laughed at the same time. Basically, other people who won the election also had this attitude.
In the eyes of outsiders, each of them is talented and destined to win. But for the vast majority of people who pass the exam, it is the persistence and tears behind countless days and nights.
"How can it be sixth? This span is too big." In the Yanlong River in the distance, the giant clam opened its double shells, and a little old man emerged from the inside.
The little old man looked at the list from a distance and the aura of good fortune surging above Jing Xinghuai's head, and couldn't help but be speechless.
It is true that Jing Xinghuai is the destined "spiritual official" of Shinto, but in his original trajectory, he will only win the championship this time and be ranked second to last.
But this time, his fate has completely changed.
The old clam scratched his head crazily, and now he couldn't understand. Which Shinto boss was behind the plan?
