Late autumn dusk, sunset shines.

The young men in the ox cart were laughing and making fun of each other, writing on each other's dusty faces.

After laughing and making fun, the prince sat on the ox cart and looked at Chen Ji: "There are not many people who can plot against my father for so many years. Half a year ago, during the flood in Yuzhou, he went south to collect grain. Local gentry joined forces to conceal the land and evade taxation. Each household donated ten stones of grain like a beggar. On the same day, they also invited guests on the Qinhuai River and poured a hundred jars of fine wine into the river, calling it 'Please drink the whole world'."

"Then?" Liu Quxing was energetic. They usually couldn't hear such interesting news about the government and the country.

The prince laughed happily, "My father didn't bother with them, but instead asked the craftsman to transport a stone tablet more than ten feet high, standing right at the entrance of the Jinling Prefecture. It clearly recorded the amount of grain donated by all the gentry, saying that it was to praise the merits of these gentry, but in fact it was to let the people see the faces of these gentry. At that time, even the storytellers in the teahouse were making up stories, making fun of the gentry's words of benevolence, righteousness and morality in their daily lives, but in fact it was rich and unkind and extremely hypocritical."

Chen Ji thought to himself: "Is the story of the storyteller who asked them to make up the prince?"

The prince glared: "How do you know?"

"What happened later?"

"In less than half a month, the gentry could not afford to lose this person, so they donated the food obediently."

Liu Quxing exclaimed: "The prince is good at using skill to get a big pound."

The prince looked at Chen Ji and gave a thumbs up: "You kid can plot against my father, it's a character!"

However, Chen Ji couldn't be happy.

Seeing him frowning, the prince said curiously: "Why are you unhappy? If I want me to plot against him once, I can brag for ten years!"

Chen Ji sighed: "Dad Yi is not a person who suffers losses for no reason. I feel that he will immediately plot against me."

The prince sighed and said, "That's true..."

Liu Quxing looked over and said, "Chen Ji, how did you know about the Demolite Kiln? I have never heard you mention this before."

"The immortal holds a dream," Chen Ji sat cross-legged on the ox cart and closed his eyes to rest.

Liu Quxing curled his lips: "It's up to you, if there are really immortals who give you dreams, why do immortals only give you dreams, but not me?"

However, the prince suddenly said, "There are really immortals in this world who hold dreams. You ordinary people may not know that the apostle of Huangshan Daocheng can invite God from the forty-ninth level of heaven."

"Um?"

Chen Ji, who closed his eyes and rested, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the prince like a torch, but asked casually: "Forty-ninth level of heaven?"

finally.

Chen Ji finally heard someone mention the Forty-Nine Heavens.

He asked his master, but he had never heard of it.

He asked Xuanyuan, but Xuanyuan had never heard of it.

Once upon a time, Chen Ji thought in a trance that everything that happened in the mental hospital was a dream that he imagined when he was dying.

Li Qingniao, Forty-nine Heavens, Pao Ge, Erdao, and even himself, do not exist.

And now, the dream finally shines into reality.

The prince sat upright and pointed mysteriously at Caixia in the sky: "You don't know the Forty-Nine Heavens, it is said that it is the place where the gods live. My father said that the reason why the Huangshan Taoist Sect is powerful is that they can invite gods from the Forty-Nine Heavens. It is said that when the Taoist Apostle and the masters of Jing Chao fought, he invited the Five Dou Star Lord of the Forty-Nine Heavens to the mortal world."

Chen Ji leaned forward slightly: "The Forty-ninth Heaven is where the gods live?"

The prince recalled, "My father mentioned by chance that all the gods and Buddhas in the forty-nine heavens are in the forty-ninth level, such as Wuji Mountain, Yujing Mountain, Lirentian Mountain, Xumi Mountain, Penglai, Fang Abbot, Beijuluzhou, and Southern Zhanzhou, are the names of each heaven. But I know so much, and my father mentions very little, as if he wants to avoid something."

After saying that, he raised half of his butt, stretched into the middle of the crowd, and said mysteriously: "My father said that every once in a while, there will be immortals from the forty-nine heavens reincarnation and hidden in the city. Maybe we have all seen immortals, but we don't know."

Chen Ji moved his body slightly back and asked as if nothing had happened: "Does the gods have any characteristics? How should we know who is the gods?"

The prince shrugged: "That's not clear."

Chen Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

But Liu Quxing said curiously: "Criminal, have you ever seen the gods of the forty-ninth level of heaven?"

The prince shook his head: "I don't know, maybe I've seen it, maybe I haven't seen it."

Liu Quxing asked again: "Does this god in the forty-ninth level of heaven need to shit?"

She Dengke was happy: "You must be shit when you eat."

Liu Quxing stammered his neck: "What if they don't have to eat?"

She Dengke also stubbornly said, "How can you live without eating? They must have a lot of shit!"

Chen Ji's expression became more complicated.

He changed the subject and asked, "Criminal, are there any known forty-nine levels of gods in the history of our Ning Dynasty?"

"have."

Everyone followed the sound, but saw Liang Gouer lying on the end of the cart with her legs crossed over her shoulders, lifting up the straw hat on her face and saying, "My ancestors once met a man who claimed to have come from the forty-ninth level of heaven and entered the world to practice Taoist Yang Shen, who wanted to use this path to join the Tao. Even in the dark, Yang Shen was like a scorching sun."

"Then did he finally agree?"

Liang Gou'er sneered: "No, this person was ambushed by Jingchao Wu Temple among the Ningchao border troops and died. It should have happened two hundred years ago, and I don't know the details."

Chen Ji fell into deep thought.

Li Qingniao once said to him, "The Forty-ninth Heaven cannot keep you, go to the place you should go." He was sure that he came from the Forty-ninth Heaven, but the place he lived had nothing to do with the residence of the gods and immortals, and he was not a god at all.

But no matter what, Chen Ji finally grabbed some clues from the forty-ninth level of the sky, like a ship drifting without traces, and finally dropped an anchor of his own to the bottom of the sea.

...

...

In the afterglow of the orange-red sunset, a ox cart slowly entered from the south of the city. Liu Quxing suddenly said, "Look, there are many people in front of the Gongyuan gate."

Everyone turned to look.

Under the sunset, hundreds of people gathered at the gate of the Gongyuan, including energetic young men, depressed and unsuccessful middle-aged men, and numb-looking old men.

"I am a candidate for the autumn examination," the prince whispered: "I have seen that old man. I heard that he has been taking the exam for the rest of his life. His family has sold all his fertile land and his wife and children have separated but he has not given up."

But in front of the tribute court, each of the candidates in the autumn examination carried a box made of bamboo strips, with their own bedding and three days of food.

Before queuing to the tribute yard, the outer curtain officer will open the cages one by one to check, and then search carefully to prevent the candidates from placing cheat sheets.

When the ox cart passed by the gate of the Gongyuan, the unkempt prince quickly lowered his head and said, "Hurry, bow your head, I saw a lot of acquaintances!"

However, it was too late.

Someone accidentally caught a glimpse of the ox cart and said in a little uncertain doubt: "Hey, prince?"

The candidates in the autumn examination all turned their heads to look at the ox cart. At the gate of the Gongyuan, Chen Wenzong, Chen Wenxiao, and Lin Chaojing also turned around together.

"Crown Prince?"

"The unkempt and dirty face on the ox cart is the prince?"

On the ox cart, the prince buried his head in front of his chest, lifted his whip to whip the cow's butt, muttering: "Go away quickly, Brother Niu, let's go quickly, you'll be so devastated!"

But the old ox walked slowly and ignored him. Instead, he shook his tail and pulled out a piece of candied feces.

Along the ox cart, someone followed suit and tilted his head to confirm the identity of the prince.

Suddenly, a man said in surprise: "It's really the prince? Prince, why did you make yourself look like this?"

The prince looked up, stopped the ox cart, and smiled awkwardly: "I'm going to work."

Chen Ji turned his head and saw his two brothers, Chen Wenzong, and Chen Wenxiao was standing on the steps of the tribute courtyard and looking back. Chen Wenzong's eyes were full of disappointment and regret.

The three brothers looked at each other from afar. The sunset passed the eaves behind Chen Ji and shone in front of the Gongyuan gate. Chen Wenzong and Chen Wenxiao seemed to have brilliance.

At this time, the crowd slowly dispersed, and Lin Chaojing stepped out of the crowd and said sincerely: "I remember when the prince was in Donglin Academy, he said he wanted to participate in the autumn examination with us to see if he could pass the exam with his ability, but today he never saw the prince."

The prince calmed down and smiled and said, "All the talents, I feel ashamed of myself, so I just didn't come and show my eyes. I wish you all the classmates a pass and a prize in the gold list."

Lin Chaojing bowed and said with a smile: "Thank you, the prince, Jinkou. I just advised you about something, don't you know whether to talk or not?"

The prince Saran: "Please speak."

Lin Chaoqing said: "The prince is the descendant of King Jing. Now King Jing is diligent and is loved by the people. I hope the prince will put away his playfulness and can cultivate himself and cultivate his character well. Don't let down the reputation of Prince Jing's mansion."

The prince also stood up and bowed to his greeting: "Thank you for reminding me, let's not disturb you from entering the curtain, say goodbye."

After saying that, he sat down again, his face shaking the reins calmly, and the ox cart slowly left.

Behind me, someone whispered: "The prince is naughty, it's a pity that Prince Jing is diligent in his administration and loves the people..."

On the ox cart, Liu Quxing heard the discussion and said with his head down, "It's only when King Jing is kind to them, they dare to do this. If King Fu, King Qi, and King An are replaced, how dare they ridicule? Kill all the chickens and dogs in their family!"

Chen Ji turned his head silently, but saw that the prince's face was quiet and he could not see any joy or anger.

But when the sunset completely fell behind the world, the light in the prince's eyes gradually fell.

The prince whispered: "Why don't my father have another son?"

Chen Ji asked with a smile: "Is there another person who competes for the position of King Jing from you?"

The prince looked to the side: "Just grab it, I don't want anything, give it to him."

The next moment, Chen Ji tightened the reins of the ox cart, pulled the head of the ox and turned it back.

The prince turned around and asked in surprise: "Hey? What are you going to do?"

Chen Ji smiled loudly: "Live for a breath! Let's not go back now, we will live in a kiln factory to make cement. If we can't make it, we will never go back!"

The prince was happy: "What do you have to make cement?"

"Leave a name in history!"

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