From the ordinary people at the beginning of the crossing to the promotion to the realm of human gods, Bu'an spent a total of half a year and caught more than 2,000 ghosts. According to the female ghost ghost, these ghosts are enough to make a powerful ghost rise to the realm of ghosts.

There are more than 2,000 ghosts, big and small, strong and weak, and there should be five or six thousand lonely souls.

Before being promoted to the human god, Bu An often thought about what kind of correspondence the old god realm would have with the total amount of soul power, and how much ghost qi would be needed to be promoted to the god emperor realm.

He pondered, in ancient times, the total number of ancestors in Shenzhou was only one million, but at that time, the total number of old gods and zeros added up to at least one hundred and ten, the cake was so big, and there were many people who shared the cake, even if it was a big man like the Yan and Huang Emperors, he would get more than ten or two hundred thousand believers at most.

But with only a dozen or two hundred thousand ghost qi, he would definitely not be able to advance to the God Emperor realm.

The reason is that once the old gods have cultivated to a certain level, they can gain a lifespan far beyond ordinary people, so that they can extract faith from many generations.

Hundreds of thousands of believers have continued for hundreds of generations, and with the expansion of the population, the total number is at least hundreds of millions, right?

People have three souls, and any one of them is the smallest unit of soul power, which cannot be divided again, in other words, the total soul power of hundreds of millions of believers will inevitably be hundreds of millions.

With more than ten or twenty ghosts a night, the progress of souls is not more than 100, and it will take three thousand years to save hundreds of millions of lonely souls.

6,000 years...... This is still the temporary situation of the evil moon, if it is calculated according to the situation that the evil moon has been repeated for more than 100 years, and the average stay of each time is ten years, it must be 60,000 years!

Every time I think of the number of 60,000 years, Bu An can't help but sigh, his method of catching ghosts from door to door is really stupid compared to the refreshing cultivation method of sitting in the house of the old god and coming from the sky with soul power!

Maybe if the evil moon is more ferocious, the ghost qi will be like a fountain, coming out of the various yin caves, and the progress of catching ghosts will be rapid by then.

Bu'an has the helper of Wei Mei, in fact, there is no need to engage in any ghost hunting yamen, in other words, even if he is not an official, only a ranger, he can catch ghosts casually, and he is not afraid of the constraints of the government.

But the problem is that the evil moon is impermanent, in addition to the more troublesome and more fierce, there is also a possibility: if the evil moon will slip away soon, Bu'an's ghost rubbing cause will be completely finished, and he will have to die of old age if he can't survive the next evil moon......

At the beginning of the crossing, Bu An only wanted to be in this world somewhere to stand, and when he came down from Tianmu Mountain, he just wanted to be a rich man in the south of the Yangtze River, but with the growth of knowledge, his mentality was slowly changing.

Finally relived a life, took away the house of the great god of Pangu, practiced a little, and his brain became better.

At the beginning, in order to get rid of the marriage contract, Tu Yao pointed out two paths for him, either famous in the world or deviant.

Bu An didn't say it directly at the time, but he thought in his heart that these two roads may not only be one of them, and they can also be famous all over the world.

Now that time has passed, there are two other roads in front of him, birth or accession, penance or official career, but Bu'an is still that Bu'an, for him, these two roads may not be only one of them.

In a sense, this idea is in line with his identity obtained by mistake - self-cultivation and Qi family rule the world, and the Confucian cultivation in this world was originally seeking to practice while seeking to become an official.

In the middle of the night, on the way back, Bu'an walked on the deserted street, with a smile on his face, thinking to himself: Being an official during the day and catching ghosts at night, is this considered black and white?

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The next morning, when Bu'an woke up, Chen Yuanqiao was already waiting in the hospital.

After hurriedly washing up and drinking a bowl of porridge, he followed Chen Yuanqiao to the Nanhu Guanyi a few miles away.

Jiaxing is located in the north-south artery, and quite rich, the official post is very magnificent, covers an area of more than 100 acres, white walls and green tiles, lush forests and bamboos, and by the mountains and rivers, it is like an ancient cadre sanatorium, but whether it is the guard of the official or the officials who occasionally go in and out are very unsightly, the whole atmosphere is a little depressing.

After some twists and turns, Chen Yuanqiao stayed outside the post station, and Bu'an was led by a small official, turning around like a thief, passing through a secluded path, and coming to a lonely low bungalow.

"That's it, I'm waiting for you outside, don't delay too long. "The young official's surname is Chen, he is in his thirties, he has a black face, and his attitude is not very friendly.

took the silver and put on a stinky face, Bu An was too lazy to take care of him, and without saying a word, he pushed the door and entered the house.

The room was a little dimly lit and simply furnished, with nothing but a bed and a chair. There was a man sleeping on the bed, wrapped in a quilt and motionless, as if he were dead, and there was a disgusting stench in the room, probably a musty smell mixed with excrement.

Bu'an closed the door and sat down on the only chair in the room, but did not speak, but sat quietly.

Ten days ago, Bu Hongxuan was the prefect of Jiaxing, and Zhang Hangquail was the same governor of Jiaxing, but in the blink of an eye, the situation took a sharp turn, a family was ruined, and a person curled up on the stinky bed in front of him, waiting for the doom to come at any time.

Seeing him rise up the Zhu Tower, seeing him feast guests, seeing his building collapse, once sitting in the hall, once imprisoned under the steps, the world is really unpredictable, and the fate is really unpredictable......

As the driving force behind all this, Bu An has this feeling, it is really a cat crying mouse fake compassion. He smiled self-deprecatingly, changed his seat, and folded his arms over his chest with a very patient look.

He didn't speak rashly, because he had some doubts in his heart.

Zhang Xuanquail is not an official eunuch family, and there is no one above, otherwise he would not have been overwhelmed by Bu Hongxuan all these years.

But if you look down on the hanging quail because of this, it will be a bit superficial.

With a second-rate background like Taihu Academy, it is extremely difficult to climb to the position of the same knowledge of the five grades, and for many years to endure humiliation and burden, as soon as the opportunity arises, he will kill the killer and cut off Bu Hongxuan's wings. This patience and determination are obviously far beyond ordinary people.

But such a brave and resourceful Lord Zhang, who was just detained in the Nanhu Guanyi, obviously still had a chance to operate, he looked like he was waiting for death, which seemed to be a little unreasonable.

In this regard, Bu An has his own speculation.

The five products know the same thing, what a majestic figure for the ordinary people. Just a few months ago, this was still a big official who couldn't even be asked for on tiptoe. The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and the same acquaintance who pretends to be dead cannot be underestimated. Therefore, Bu An has to figure out whether he has guessed wrong before he can think about what to do next.

A full half of the incense time passed, and the man on the bed moved slightly.

Bu An finally smiled and said, "Lord Zhang has good intentions, but it's a pity that Lord Fantai can't see it." ”

The man on the bed slowly turned over, and turned from the sleeping position of Bu'an with his back to him, and it was Zhang Hangquail, but his face was already thin. He opened his chapped lips as if he was about to say something, but in the end he only sighed.

Bu An asked seriously: "I will also embark on a career in the near future, I heard that the officialdom is sinister, and I came to learn from it today, does Master Zhang have anything to teach me?"

In Zhang Hangquail's current situation, Bu An asked this, as if he was deliberately stimulating him, but there was no anger on Zhang Hangquail's face, only bitterness.

Bu An knew that he wouldn't answer, and he didn't wait for his answer at all, so he paused and replied to himself: "I heard that the way to be an official is to know people well, Master Zhang, do you think you have the ability to know people?"

Zhang Xuanquail's originally godless eyes seemed to focus for a moment, obviously, he wanted to know why Bu An said this.

"I don't think you have. Bu An shook his head very seriously, and there was even a hint of regret in his expression.