Late autumn dusk, the setting sun shines slantingly.

The young men in the bullock cart were laughing and joking, writing on each other's dusty faces.

After laughing, the prince sat on the bullock cart and looked at Chen Ji: "Not many people have been able to plot against my father over the years. Half a year ago, during the floods in Yuzhou, he went south to collect grain. The local gentry teamed up to conceal the acres of land to avoid taxation. Every household

He donated ten stones of grain like a beggar, and on the same day he entertained guests on the Qinhuai River and poured a hundred jars of fine wine into the river, euphemistically calling it 'invite the world to drink together'."

"Then?" Liu Quxing became more energetic. They usually don't hear such interesting stories about the government and the public.

The prince laughed happily and said: "My father did not get angry with them. Instead, he asked craftsmen to transport a stone tablet more than ten feet high. It was erected at the gate of the Jinling Mansion. On it was clearly recorded the amount of food donated by all the gentry.

They said they wanted to praise the merits of these gentry, but they actually wanted the people to see the faces of these gentry. At that time, even the storytellers in the teahouses were making up stories to make fun of the gentry who usually talked about benevolence, justice and morality, but in fact were rich and unkind, and were extremely hypocritical."

Chen Ji thought thoughtfully: "The storyteller's story was made up by the prince, right?"

The prince's eyes widened: "How do you know?"

"What happened next?"

"In less than half a month, the gentry can't afford to lose this person, so they just donated food."

Liu Quxing praised: "Your Majesty is good at using skill to lift a thousand pounds."

The prince looked at Chen Ji and gave a thumbs up: "You kid can plot against my father, you are a great person!"

However, Chen Ji couldn't be happy.

Seeing his frown, the prince asked curiously: "Why are you unhappy? If I can trick him once, I can do it for ten years!"

Chen Ji lamented: "Dad, you are not the one who suffers losses for no reason. I feel like he is about to plot against me again."

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

Liu Quxing looked over: "Chen Ji, where did you know about the inverted flame kiln? I've never heard you mention this before."

"The Immortal entrusts his dream," Chen Ji sat cross-legged on the bullock cart and closed his eyes to meditate.

Liu Quxing curled his lips: "That's nonsense. If there really is an immortal who entrusts your dreams, why would the immortal only entrust you with your dreams and not me?"

However, the prince suddenly said: "There are really immortals in this world who can ask for dreams. You ordinary people may not know that the disciples of Huangshan Taoist leader can ask gods from the forty-nine heavens."

"Um?"

Chen Ji, who had closed his eyes to meditate, suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the prince like a torch, and asked casually: "Forty-nine heavens?"

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 daze that everything that happened in the mental hospital was a dream he imagined while he was dying.

Li Qingniao, Forty-ninth Heaven, Brother Pao, Er Dao, and even himself, do not exist.

And now, the dream has finally come true.

The prince sat up straight and pointed at the colorful clouds in the sky mysteriously: "You don't know that the forty-nine heavens are said to be where the gods live. My father said that the reason why the Huangshan Taoist Sect is so powerful is because

They can invite gods from the forty-nine heavens to come to their bodies. It is said that when the Taoist disciples were fighting with the masters of Jing Dynasty, they once invited the Five Dou Xing Lords from 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 accidentally mentioned that all the gods and Buddhas are in the forty-nine heavens, Wuji Mountain, Yujing Mountain, Lirentian, Sumeru Mountain, Penglai, Abbot, Luzhou in the north, and Zhanzhou in the south.

, is the name of each heaven. But that’s all I know, and my father rarely mentions it, as if he wants to avoid something."

After that, he lifted half of his buttocks, leaned into the middle of the crowd, and said mysteriously: "My father said that every once in a while, gods from the forty-nine heavens will reincarnate and come down to earth, hiding in the market.

Maybe we have all seen gods, but we don’t know.”

Chen Ji moved back slightly and asked nonchalantly: "Do gods have any characteristics? How do we know who is a god or not?"

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

Chen Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

But Liu Quxing asked curiously: "Your Majesty, have you ever seen the gods in the forty-nine heavens?"

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

Liu Quxing asked again: "Do these gods in the forty-nine heavens need to poop?"

She Dengke was amused: "I must poop when I eat."

Liu Quxing frowned: "What if they don't have to eat?!"

She Dengke also raised his eyebrows and said: "How can they survive without eating? They must poop a lot!"

Chen Ji's expression became complicated.

He changed the subject and asked: "Your Majesty, are there any known forty-ninth-level gods in the history of our Ning Dynasty?"

"have."

Everyone followed the sound and saw Liang Gou'er lying with his legs crossed at the end of the cart. He lifted the straw hat on his face and said, "My ancestors once met a man who claimed to be from the forty-ninth heaven.

The Yangshen, a Taoist monk in the human world, wants to use this method to join the Tao. Even in the dark night, the Yangshen is as bright as the scorching sun."

"Then did he finally come together?"

Liang Gou'er sneered: "No, this person was among the Ning Dynasty border troops and was ambushed and killed by the Jing Dynasty Martial Temple. He died and disappeared. It should have been two hundred years ago. I don't know the details."

Chen Ji fell into deep thought.

Li Qingniao once said to him, "The forty-nine heavens cannot keep you, go where you should go." He was sure that he came from the forty-nine heavens, but the place where he lived had nothing to do with the abode of gods.

He is not a god at all.

But no matter what, Chen Ji finally caught some clues about the forty-ninth world, like a ship drifting without a trace, and finally dropped an anchor of his own towards the bottom of the sea.

…

…

In the orange-red sunset, a slow oxcart 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 were gathering at the gate of Gongyuan. There were energetic young people, depressed middle-aged people, and elderly people with numb expressions.

"He is a Qiuwei candidate," the prince said in a low voice, "I have met that old man. I heard that he has been taking the exam all his life. His family's farmland has been sold out, and his wife and children have separated."

But in front of the gate of Gongyuan, I saw the Qiuwei candidates each carrying a box made of bamboo strips, with their own bedding and three days' rations inside.

Before queuing up to enter the Gongyuan, the outer curtain officer will open the boxes and cages one by one to check, and then search the candidates carefully to prevent candidates from carrying cheat sheets.

When the ox cart passed by the gate of Gongyuan, the disheveled prince quickly lowered his head and said: "Quick, quick, lower your head, I see a lot of familiar people!"

However, it was too late.

Someone accidentally caught a glimpse of the bullock cart and said with some uncertainty: "Hey, the crown prince?"

The Qiuwei candidates all turned to look at the oxcart. At the gate of Gongyuan, Chen Wenzong, Chen Wenxiao and Lin Chaojing, who were being inspected by the outer curtain officer, also turned around.

"Prince?"

"Is the unkempt man on the bullock cart the crown prince?"

On the ox cart, the prince buried his head in his chest, raised his whip and slapped the cow's butt, muttering: "Let's go, Brother Niu, let's go quickly, it's embarrassing!"

But the old scalper walked slowly and ignored him at all. Instead, he swung his tail and pulled out a pile of feces that smelled of grass.

Beside the bullock cart, someone followed him step by step, tilting his head to confirm the identity of the prince.

Suddenly, one person said in surprise: "Is this really the Crown Prince? Crown Prince, how did you get yourself to look like this?"

The prince raised his head, stopped the bullock cart, and said with an awkward smile: "Go to work."

Chen Ji turned around and saw his two brothers, Chen Wenzong and Chen Wenxiao, standing on the steps of Gongyuan, looking back at each other. Chen Wenzong's eyes were full of disappointment and regret.

The three brothers looked at each other from a distance. The setting sun passed over the eaves behind the ruins and shone in front of the gate of Gongyuan. Chen Wenzong and Chen Wenxiao seemed to be shining brightly.

At this time, the crowd slowly dispersed, and Lin Chaojing stood out and said sincerely: "I remember that when the Crown Prince was at Donglin Academy, he said that he wanted to participate in the Qiu Wei Examination with us to see if he could pass the exam based on his ability. But today he didn't.

The prince was never seen."

The prince's face calmed down, he just smiled and said: "You are all great talents, I am ashamed of myself, so I simply won't come here to embarrass myself. I wish all of you students to pass the exam and be named on the gold list."

Lin Chaojing bowed his hands and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, Prince Chrysostom. I just have something to advise you. I don't know whether I should say it or not?"

Prince Saran: "Please speak."

Lin Chaoqing said: "After the prince became Prince Jing, Prince Jing is now diligent in government and is well loved by the people. I hope that the prince will put away his playfulness and cultivate his character well, so as not to live up to the reputation of Prince Jing's palace."

The Crown Prince also stood up and returned the greeting with his hands in hand: "Thank you for reminding me. We won't disturb you all as you enter the curtain now and take our leave."

After that, he sat down again, shook the reins with a calm expression, and the ox cart slowly left.

Behind him, someone whispered: "The prince is naughty, it's a pity that King Jing is diligent and loves the people..."

On the bullock cart, Liu Quxing heard the discussion, lowered his head and said: "Only Prince Jing is friendly, so they dare to do this. If it were Prince Fu, Prince Qi, and Prince An, how dare they ridicule them? Put their chickens and

Kill all the dogs!”

Chen Ji turned around silently and saw that the prince's face was calm, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

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

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

Chen Ji smiled and asked: "Is there another one who will compete with you for the position of Prince Jing?"

The prince looked aside: "Just grab it, I don't want anything, I'll give it all to him."

The next moment, Chen Ji tightened the reins of the bullock cart, forcibly pulled the bull's head, and turned the bullock cart back.

The prince turned around and asked in surprise: "Huh? What do you want to do?"

Chen Ji laughed loudly: "Let's live a life! We won't go back now. We will live in the kiln until cement is made. If we can't make cement, we will never go back!"

The prince was delighted: "Why do you have to make cement?"

"Leave a name in history!"
Chapter completed!