"The conscience is on the upper floor, and you go upstairs from here until you go to the top floor. Song Tingfeng took him to the staircase and pointed upstairs:

"There are no requirements for this level, but you have to remember that if you go with your heart, if you are too pretentious, the score will be lowered. ”

"What's the use of ratings?" Xu Qi'an asked rhetorically.

"Why do you test your qualifications? Score four grades: A, B, C, D, the better the qualifications. Nature is easier to cultivate. Song Tingfeng raised his chin: "I'm B." ”

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

I'm a big guy.... Xu Qi'an silently played a stalk, climbed the stairs alone, and when he came to the second floor, he saw a simple bronze mirror hanging on the red lacquer pillar facing the stairs.

His figure was reflected in the mirror.

Xu Qi'an's heart palpitated for no reason, and the muscles in his body tightened uncontrollably, and then slowly relaxed.

The inner distractions are precipitated, the mood is peaceful, and all fame and fortune and selfish desires are let go.

There is something wrong with this mirror.... As soon as this thought flashed, it settled in the bottom of my heart and didn't care.

Forced into the time of the sage .... This thought also precipitated.

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

Offerings are placed on the incense bank, and incense is curling.

In front of the Buddha stood a servant, looking at him.

Xu Qi'an looked at the Buddha statue with a calm face, then stopped looking at it and walked towards the stairs on the third floor.

The clerk watched his back leave, bowed his head and wrote on the paper, as if evaluating.

.....

The third layer is dedicated to the Taoist Venerable, wearing a Taoist robe, holding a wooden sword, and stepping on auspicious clouds.

There was also a clerk in front of the law minister, quietly watching Xu Qi'an's arrival.

After Xu Qi'an looked at it casually and turned to leave, the clerk also picked up a pen and wrote an evaluation on the paper spread out on the table.

....

The fourth floor is dedicated to Confucian saints, wearing Confucian shirts and crowns, looking into the distance.

There were still officials standing in front of the clay statue of the saint, looking at Xu Qi'an quietly.

This saint sculpture is exactly the same as that of Yunlu Academy.... Xu Qi'an sighed in his heart and left without any nostalgia.

He came to the top, the fifth.

On the fifth floor, a man in a yellow robe is enshrined, standing majestically, holding a sword in both hands, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his momentum is awe-inspiring.

Xu Qi'an didn't know this, but the bright yellow dragon robe said it all.

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

Walking here, he suddenly realized the true meaning of "asking the heart", testing qualification is only a part, and the real meaning is to test a person's moral character.

The purpose of that mirror is to prevent people from doing things against their will, and deliberately offering incense and worship.

..... Oops, I didn't worship the Buddha, I didn't worship the Tao, I didn't worship the saints, which shows that I am a person who does not worship God, does not worship the Buddha, and disdains the Four Books and Five Classics....

.... It doesn't matter, but I must worship this one on the fifth layer.... If you don't worship me, you'll be finished..... A person who has no king, no father, and ignores God and Buddha is not tolerated in this era....

What kind of organization is the watchman?

It was a spy and guard agency subordinate to the emperor.

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

Therefore, "asking the heart" is a screening of moral character.

Xu Qi'an is undoubtedly unqualified, he went up to the fifth floor in one breath, and no one worshipped.

I'm a crumb of the world, I'll be kicked out of the yamen.... That's it, the key is that the more people know about my crime of framing Zhou Li, who knows if it will be overturned....

One by one, these thoughts flashed, then precipitated, and automatically ignored.

Xu Qi'an anxiously confronted the "sage mode", forcing himself to bow to the king, the two consciousnesses frantically confronted, his body stiffened, and his muscles spasmed and trembled.

The officials standing in front of the king's prime minister observed Xu Qi'an for a moment, and then swept him downstairs.

A few minutes later, when the officials returned, Xu Qi'an was still standing in place, stiff and trembling, as if his hands and feet were cramping.

The clerk looked at Xu Qi'an like a rare animal, and said in a low voice, "I have already exchanged evaluations with my colleagues downstairs." ”

The official continued: "When Duke Wei set up the Inquiry Pass, he had an explanation that if someone did not deduct or worship on the fifth floor in a row, he must be a heinous person. ”

..... Brother, give it another chance!

Xu Qi'an was very anxious in his heart.

So Wei Gong gave another chance and set up a separate sixth level, but no one had ever been to that level. The clerk looked at Xu Qi'an magically: "You are a scorpion, the only one." ”

"You relax, don't cramp. He said.

Xu Qi'an no longer fought against the sage mode in his heart, adjusted his breathing, and successfully made his muscles no longer twitch.

Only then did I realize that my back was already soaked.

He followed the officials around the statue of the king and went deeper into the area.

The hollowed-out windows dappled with sunlight illuminated the wooden platform in the room.

A line of poetry is engraved on the wooden platform.

Kill all the enemy chieftains' millions of soldiers, and the sword on his waist is still bloody.

Returning with a golden wedge, the Manchu Dynasty did not dare to speak.

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

Xu Qi'an glanced sideways at the silent clerk, and originally wanted to stuff some silver tickets and get information from him.

On second thought, a mere official understands the mind of that powerful eunuch?

Don't lead yourself astray, it's a dead end.

It is impossible to fight poetry, and the theme is obviously not a competition for poetry. Asking the heart is related to the moral character of the mind, and we must start from this aspect.

Since it is a test of ideology and morality, what is Wei Yuanfang doing here?

Xu Qi'an got rid of distracting thoughts and actively used his brain.

The sixth level is arranged for a materialist like me who has no king, no teacher, no worship for God and no Buddha, which is equivalent to the last chance.

Naturally, they wanted to dig out some precious ideological qualities from me. If I don't, I'm dead.

Precious ideological virtues.... Suddenly, Xu Qi'an thought of the couplet in the hall on the first floor:

I am willing to serve the dust with a deep heart, and not seek benefits for myself.

And the duty of the watchman is to supervise the hundred officials.... Wei Yuan's poem also has the meaning of serving the country with loyalty and coercing hundreds of officials.

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

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

If that heinous man with no army or division is really bad-natured, he can't resist his own heart and forcibly write empathic poems in his heart.

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

Xu Qi'an sighed and stretched out his hand: "Pen and ink are waiting." ”

The clerk handed over the brush and laid rice paper on the wooden platform.

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

Although I have no king in my heart, I also disdain to worship God and Buddha, and I am an authentic materialist.

But I am not a heinous person, I have justice in my heart and principles in my feet. I have never preyed on the common people, and I have never relied on the identity of Xu to extort, even if this is the norm in society....

Even though, I had tried desperately to make money.

If you want to empathize, I will give you a poem, as you wish.

Xu Qi'an put down the pen, without any psychological barriers, and wrote in an ugly font:

Eat Erlu, the people's fat and people's ointment

The people are easy to abuse, and the heavens are difficult to deceive.

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

He took the rice paper, stared at Xu Qi'an seriously for a while, and said: "The question is over, adults are at their own convenience, but before the results come out, don't leave the yamen." ”

"The qualifications of every watchman need to be ruled by Wei Gong personally, and the villain will be sent to Wei Gong. ”

He almost ran off the floor, and the sound of footsteps in the stairs was heard quickly.

Xu Qi'an felt like he had collapsed, held on to the wooden platform to catch his breath for a while, and followed downstairs.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were waiting for his colleague on the first floor, and when they saw Xu Qi'an coming downstairs, they smiled and beckoned: "How many times have you knelt?"

He smiled like a fox.

The clerk who went downstairs did not tell him the process and the result.

Xu Qi'an opened his mouth, and finally chose to be silent.

On Zhu Guangxiao's unsmiling face, two eyebrows wrinkled slightly: "Your face doesn't look good." ”

Not only is it not good, I feel like I am hovering on the edge of life and death twice, which is more exciting than a roller coaster.... Xu Qixin shook his head tiredly and said:

"I wanted to find a place to sit and have tea and take a break. ”

Song Tingfeng raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Invite you another girl to knock on your shoulders and rub your legs?"

You're like a guy talking cross talk under the flyover.... Xu Qi'an smiled and nodded: "Go to the Teaching Workshop Division and ask for the floating fragrance Oiran." ”

Song Tingfeng was stunned for a moment, and laughed: "I also had this dream when I was young. ”

PS: The process of the public chapter should consider the number of words and recommended bits, and it cannot be exploded. After it is put on the shelves, it will be more explosive, six or seven thousand words a day should be the foundation. By the way, there are countless foreshadowings in the book, more than in the second generation of demons. You can look for it.