The Bodhisattva didn't send me back, I'm still in the Qing Dynasty, and I don't know what else it means. Now the location is decided, I am at the gate of the Senluo Temple, but what about the time? Qing Dynasty 296 years, I don't know what era it is now?

Looking around, looking at their eyes, they definitely couldn't see me. Obviously, I am not on the same plane as them, and I am still an "observer". It doesn't seem like you can know the age by asking.

Looking back at the Senluo Palace, normal people may not be willing to come here. Anyway, stay away from this place.

I walked to the end of the square, and was thinking about where to go next, when I heard a ghost give me guidance.

"Zhou Chungang! Which one is Zhou Chungang?! ”

Someone is shouting about my past life! I followed the sound and saw a familiar figure at the front of the whole line.

"I, I'm Zhou Chungang!"

Zhou Chungang was at the front of the line, heard the roll call, and took a step forward.

The ghost who called his name glanced at him, looked down at the roster in his hand again:

"Lu Yin! Family registration documents! ”

Zhou Chungang handed over a stack of papers in his hand, looked at it, and gave it to Zhou Chungang:

"Now that your household registration is complete, follow the last map and find your place to live. I want to be reincarnated and go to the queue over there. ”

Zhou Chungang took the document and said:

"Thank you, thank you."

Then he walked out of the square, and it seemed that he didn't want to be reincarnated right away.

Seeing this, I probably know the time, this is Zhou Chungang has just been released, and it seems that he has just gotten his household registration.

Zhou Chungang turned a few pages to the last page according to what the ghost said, found the map, identified the direction and walked down the road.

In the underworld of the Qing Dynasty, the layout of the city was quite simple, following the urban layout of the Tang Dynasty. Although the road is criss-crossed, it is very squarely planned, and the corners are basically the right angles of a water, and there are almost no oblique roads. Zhou Chungang walked through several streets and quickly found the location on the address.

Reincarnation stack

Zhou Chungang looked up at the signboard at the door, confirmed that it was right, and walked into the inn with his head down.

It is the same as the ordinary inns in ancient times, the difference is that there is no restaurant outside. Entering the door was a large counter, and in front of the counter was a rocking chair, on which lay a chubby ghost, covered with a thin quilt, and was dozing off.

Zhou Chungang walked over a few steps and asked:

"Excuse me......"

When the fat ghost heard someone, he opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at Zhou Chungang:

"Where do you stay?"

Zhou Chungang shook his head, took out one of the several pages, and handed it to the fat ghost:

"In the next week, Chungang just came to report, this is the paperwork."

The fat ghost muttered:

"Brought me here again?"

As he spoke, he reached out and took the paperwork, unfolded it and looked at it. Snorted, laboriously from

Climbed up on the recliner:

"Oh....... your name is Zhou Hugang? Just here? ”

Zhou Chungang said:

"Zhou Chungang ......"

"Zhou Hegang?"

"Zhou Chungang."

"What Chungang?"

……

The realistic version of Ma Dongmei's story was presented in front of me, it is now the Qing Dynasty, and it is still the underworld, I don't know how the screenwriter of "Charlotte's Troubles" feels when he sees this scene?

In the end, I don't know if this fat ghost figured out Zhou Chungang's name, I saw him throw the quilt on the recliner, talk, and walk into the counter.

looked at Zhou Chungang's paperwork again and stuffed it into a cabinet. He took out a copper lock with a key from the counter, looked at the bamboo sign on it, and reached out to open the ledger. Grabbed the brush and recorded it, and said as he wrote:

"Let me tell you about the rules here, the official family will arrange for a new ghost like you to stay temporarily in our inn that is not full. For a year, what is the cost...... It's official. On the one hand, it's kind of giving you some time to get used to it. On the other hand......"

Speaking of which, the fat ghost finished writing, put down the pen, raised his head and showed a smile on his face:

"It's also a subsidy to subsidize our sluggish inns. Hey...... You remember, the time is only one year, and after one year, the official family will not pay the money, and if you want to live in the hotel, you have to pay! Got it?"

After speaking, he reached out and handed over the lock, the key and the bamboo plaque.

Zhou Chungang nodded again and again, and took the copper lock and key:

"Oh, that means you'll have to find a place to stay within a year, right?"

The fat ghost smiled hesitantly, and the fat on his face shook like water:

"If you like a small shop, you can live in a small shop all the time, as long as you pay the rent according to the price."

Zhou Chungang nodded, looked at the bamboo card tied to the key in his hand, and asked:

"Dare to ask the shopkeeper, where is the No. 5 person-shape?"

The fat ghost staggered out of the counter, reached out and pointed upward:

"This building is all sky-shaped, the back building is the ground number, and the last one is the people-shaped number! Number Five is on the second floor. Got it? ”

Zhou Chungang saw the impatience on the fat ghost's face, and nodded again and again:

"Okay, I'll find ...... myself"

With that, he turned around and walked to the back.

I saw the fat ghost slowly walk to the chaise longue again, reach out and pick up the quilt, sit in again, and pull the quilt to his chest while saying:

"Hurry up and find a job to do, otherwise when the day comes, you will definitely live on the streets......"

When Zhou Chungang heard this, he stopped, turned around and asked:

"Shopkeeper, this ...... Where can I find work? ”

The fat ghost kicked his feet, and the rocking chair shook "squeak, squeak":

"What did you do when you were alive? Is there a craft? ”

Zhou Chungang was stunned for a moment

"I ...... I'm a martial artist......"

The fat ghost glanced at Zhou Chungang with slanted eyes, and laughed out loud:

"With your small physique, you are still a martial artist? …… Alas...... Whatever you want, the past few years have not been peaceful, so many people have died in battles, one is a martial artist, and the next one is a martial artist...... There is no shortage of martial artists these days, so it's hard to find......"

Zhou Chungang took out three or five silver tickets from his arms, pulled one out, took a step, squatted down and stuffed it into the fat ghost's hand:

"Shopkeeper, can you tell me in detail and think of a way? I'm a newcomer to ......."

As soon as the silver ticket touched the fat ghost's hand, it was as if he had unplugged the power of his rocking chair, and the fat ghost immediately stopped the rocking chair, sat up, squinted at the silver ticket, and said with a smile:

"Alas...... Week... What Gang that week, you are really a martial artist? ”

Zhou Chungang nodded sincerely:

"Yes, I'm practicing martial arts on it."

The fat ghost looked him up and down and shook his head:

"Alas...... At your stature, you don't look like a martial arts practitioner, and you don't look good......"

Zhou Chungang hurriedly said:

"Yes, yes, the number of martial arts paths is different, and I practice monkey boxing. Why don't I give you a look? ”

The fat ghost waved his hand:

"Alas...... Excuse me. What's going on here...... It is closely related to the above. When the world was peaceful and prosperous, there were few martial artists, and after coming down, things were easy to find. If there is a young and strong soldier, you don't need to look for it, you can immediately find an errand in the official's house. ”

"Oh, I'm not a soldier, I'm a martial artist who walks the rivers and lakes."

"Well, if you walk the rivers and lakes to get a martial artist, you can also find a decent job as a caretaker and a martial arts leader. Of course, there are also those who have a strong background, and they can open a martial arts gym or something, and whether they can stand up depends on their ability. ”

Zhou Chungang answered:

"This ...... I could have tried. ”

The fat ghost pouted:

"Zhou ...... That one...... Xiao Zhou, what I just said was the time when the above was peaceful and prosperous. You must know that the war above has only been pacified for decades, and there is no shortage of practitioners below. The official family now has a very high threshold for accepting ghosts, and even rich people who look for caretakers and nurses have to be selected layer by layer. As for opening a martial arts hall......"

The fat ghost shook his head and smacked his lips:

"Some time ago, the martial arts halls were all piled up, and the employment prospects after studying were not as good as before, and those famous factions were in a recession...... Hey...... The martial arts hall is open every year, and there are much fewer than those closed. ”

Zhou Chungang showed a disappointed look:

"Then I'm ......"

The fat ghost sighed:

"I see that you are of average stature, it is not easy to attract disciples, and if you want to open a martial arts hall to make a name for yourself, I don't know how your kung fu is......"

The meaning of the fat ghost's words is quite suspicious of Zhou Chungang's martial arts. I don't know much about the martial arts world, especially the martial arts world of the Qing Dynasty, whether Zhou Chungang can gain a foothold here, I don't know the bottom of my heart.