Then he said to the soldiers of the Yin Division, "You wait to find suitable wood to make a coffin."

The ten soldiers raised their hands and said without any reluctance, "Yes, sir."

After working for an hour, it was finally done. Shi Zhongkui immediately looked happily at the 156 merits added to the merit column.

Now that I have received benefits, I simply performed a ritual ceremony to save these people who died in vain.

Under the surprised and envious gazes of the Night Walker God, the underworld soldiers, the Golden-haired Rat and the female ghost, I spent a little merit to pray for these people.

After everything was done, I didn't want to spend 80 merit points to double the size of the warehouse.

In the merit column, the merit has also reached 6105.

Shi Zhongkui looked at the female ghost.

He originally wanted to give her a bunch of merit, but as soon as the idea came up, he rejected it.

As soon as he thought, a blank talisman appeared in front of him.

With luck and spiritual energy, I poured some incense on the charm with my fingers, drew a sealing spell to imprison it, and casually penetrated it into the soul of the female ghost.

Then he said, "This blessing spell is my thank you for helping me clean up the river. After you go to the underworld and see the judge, I believe that the underworld will no longer pursue your fault of staying in the human world, and will choose a good family for you to be reincarnated."

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Shi Zhongkui did this as a test. If it was effective, he would have established preliminary contact with the underworld in the future.

The female ghost immediately burst into tears of joy, knelt down on the ground and bowed three times to Shi Zhongkui, "If the little girl is lucky enough to meet an adult in the next life, she will definitely tie a grass ring to repay the kindness of the adult."

Shi Zhongkui waved his hand indifferently, looked at the sky, and saw that it was almost dawn, "Let's go, so as not to miss the time."

"Yes, sir", the female ghost nodded, and followed the soldiers of Yeyoushen to go to the underworld.

Suddenly he turned around and knelt down again and said, "Sir, this little girl's name is Liu Yiyi."

Shi Zhongkui immediately frowned and waved his hand, signaling to the Yin Division soldiers to take the person away quickly.

It’s not that the name sounds bad, it’s that he possesses the art of accessing the secluded world. As long as his realm and cultivation level are not too different, any falsehood is just a decoration in his eyes.

Liu Yiyi is beautiful in other people's eyes, but in her own eyes she is as disgusting as possible.

I never showed any expressions of disgust before, because I was determined enough.

After settling the agreement with the City God, Shi Zhongkui's mood immediately improved. Then he thought that since he could get credit for doing things to save the souls of the dead, should he try it again somewhere in Gyeonggi Province?

As he walked towards the camp, he asked the Night Wanderer who was following him, "Where are the mass graves outside the capital?"

Ye Youshen was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself that there were three ghosts hiding in the moat before, which was already considered embarrassing in front of Shi Zhongkui.

It's okay to keep the spirits, after all, the City God is mainly responsible for the underworld affairs.

But if he is allowed to save the souls of the dead in the mass graves in the capital, wouldn't it mean that the City God system is in vain?

It's okay to even say that people are superfluous and derelict in their duties.

After making excuses and saying that he would go look for it first and report tomorrow to deal with Shi Zhongkui, he took advantage of dawn to hand over the shift, and Ye You Shen immediately went back and reported this to the City God.

That night, the City God system went out in force, first cleaning up all the mass graves within a hundred miles of the surrounding area, and then successively used various magic weapons to search and capture the hiding ghosts.

And with such a large-scale dispatch of the Yinsi, the spirits that the Yinsi could not take care of for the time being were frightened and packed up their things and hid outside the capital.

So when Shi Zhongkui got up early the next morning and looked at the space farm out of habit, he suddenly found that his merit seemed to have increased by 6 points.

I was puzzled by the solution, so I could only give up temporarily and go to the Hanlin Academy to report first.

Now that I am a bachelor's student, of course I can't just ignore everything like before.

Besides Yuan Donggang, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, Shi Zhongkui and another bachelor named Song Huabin had the largest number of officials in the entire Hanlin Academy.

As for the subordinate units of the Hanlin Academy, they include the Living Notes Hall, the National History Hall, the General Hall, the Dianbook Hall, the Monthly Office and the Imperial Edict Office.

The most important of them are of course the Daily Notes, the National History, and the General Collection.

The duties of the first two are literal, and they are responsible for recording the emperor's words and deeds and compiling history.

The Shuchang Pavilion was a place for new scholars to further their studies. Even if Shi Zhongkui was asked to take charge of it, he was not qualified to take charge of it.

It's not that he doesn't have enough knowledge, but he doesn't have enough qualifications, let alone being a teacher for Jinshi in the same subject.

The Bookkeeping Department manages documents and accounting affairs.

The monthly office is mainly responsible for the prison hall seal, collecting documents from the Beijing Yamen, submitting them to the hall or distributing them to various departments, and sending inscription copies to the cabinet.

It was not something he, a newcomer, could contact, and he was not willing to let Shi Zhongkui take charge of it.

As for the treatment of imperial edicts, it has always been a right that Hanlin bachelors must firmly hold in their hands.

When Yuan Donggang, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, Song Huabin, a bachelor of the Imperial Academy, and two other bachelors of the Hanlin Academy, called Shi Zhongkui to discuss how to distribute powers, Shi Zhongkui quickly understood that he had to write history together with Yuan Donggang and the other four.

Otherwise, I can only manage the Book Hall.

No matter which yamen it is, managing documents is the most unpromising position. As for accounting affairs, it is almost equivalent to managing the accounts of the Hanlin Academy.

But the Hanlin Academy and the Imperial Academy were poor people to begin with, and the money distributed by the imperial court had always been fixed.

If Shi Zhongkui were a little more generous and bought more paper, ink, pens and inkstones for the Hanlin Academy, not to mention the balance of money every month, it would be fine if he didn't repay it.

"Okay, it's decided." Yuan Donggang looked at Shi Zhongkui who was silent with a smile, "Bo Qian is richer than us, so he will definitely find a way to make life in the Hanlin Academy easier."

The other three laughed after hearing this.

This statement clearly stated that Shi Zhongkui was married to two wives whose natal families were wealthy, so he seemed to have no shortage of money.

Of course it would be best if we could subsidize poor officials like them.

Shi Zhongkui shook his head helplessly. Yuan Donggang had already said so, and since he was new here, he couldn't possibly grasp the key departments, so he could only nod in agreement.

He followed an eighth-grade scribe to his official hall, and when he saw Shi Zhongkui, he curled his lips.

There is an obviously old long desk, and one of the four official chairs has a repaired leg.

There are quite a few bookshelves, four large books occupying at least half of the wall of the official hall.

There are too many books and documents on the bookshelves to be counted.

The only thing pleasing to the eye is a five-meter-long wall in the official hall, with more than 20 paintings written by previous generations posted on it.

Needless to say, it must be the calligraphy treasure left by the successive bachelors.

The scribe saw Shi Zhongkui frowning at first, then focusing on the calligraphy on the wall, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

This Lord is a real murderer. It is impossible for petty officials like them to say that they are not afraid of him.

Not to mention the identity of the leader of the Sixth Yuan Dynasty, in the Hanlin Academy, the yamen that paid the most attention to the imperial examination background, even Yuan Donggang could only be polite to him.

Otherwise, when we are in a quarrel, if he asks in a mocking tone what rank you got in the exam, even the top scorers in the past will be speechless.

Besides, in the hundred years since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, there have been 27 number one scholars, and there are still three who are still in the Hanlin Academy compiling history books, but the highest official position among these three is only the sixth rank.

However, it only took Shi Zhongkui three months to win two levels in a row and become a fifth-grade bachelor.

If his ranking in the imperial examination and his official position are not as good as others, what qualifications do he have to get ahead of him?

After Shi Zhongkui read the calligraphy of his predecessors, his hands felt itchy and he walked to the desk.

But he somewhat disliked the paper, pen and ink on the table and said, "Go and call my followers, including Yu Tongfu and Yu Tanhua."

The scribe hurriedly raised his hands and replied, "Yes, sir."

After walking out of the official hall, I started to envy Tongfu again.

This bachelor's degree student wants to be promoted to Tanhua.

When Yu Tongfu was called over from the National History Museum, Shi Zhongkui was practicing calligraphy with the pen and ink he brought from home.

Looking to the side to wait on Dao Yushun, he said, "Find someone to bring some papers and chairs. Brother Tongfu will handle the paperwork here from now on."

As Tanhualang, Yu Tongfu was not only awarded the official position of editor of the Seventh-grade Hanlin Academy, but he also did not need to take the imperial examination three months after the imperial examination and twice three years later like the second-class and third-class Jinshi.

Of course Yu Tongfu wanted to work under Shi Zhongkui.

Not only will you not be challenged by others, but you will also be promoted faster than others if you have the opportunity.

And processing copywriting is indeed much more meaningful than staying in the National History Museum and looking at boring literature and history all day long.

Yu Tongfu watched Yu Shun leave with a smile, and asked with a thought, "Bo Qian, do you need a few more Hanlin officials to come over and help with official duties?"

Shi Zhongkui was stunned for a moment, and then asked quickly, "One of our own?"

"Master Shen Shichang and Uncle Shen have been compiling the history of the country for seven years in the National History Museum of the Hanlin Academy."

Shi Zhongkui glared at Yu Tongfu angrily.

I don’t know if this guy is out of his mind, but Master Shen is here, and it’s hard for him, his nephew, to assign him.

Even if people don't mind, they will inevitably feel uncomfortable.

Secondly, if there is a real opportunity for promotion, should it be given to an uncle who has never been in contact with you, or to you, Yu Tongfu?

Besides, even a fool would not believe someone who could stay at the National History Museum for seven years to compile history books. If he said that he was not just waiting for the opportunity.

Is there any need for someone to come over and be my nephew’s assistant?

After Yu Tongfu was glared at by Shi Zhongkui, he thought for a moment before reacting and smiled awkwardly.
To be continued...