Overgod Ascension

The Great Zhou Dynasty was in its prime at this time, and thousands of scholars came to participate in a general examination.

In this world, the imperial examinations are mainly based on classics, meaning, and policy questions. Those who pass the college examination are called scholars, and those who pass the provincial examination are called people. This is the joint examination, also known as Chunwei. There are three exams, each lasting three days.

The annual examination every three years is naturally a big event in Xijing, but in the eyes of Ji Fu and other reincarnationists, it is just that the inn is full, the people are bustling, and the literary style is just a little more vigorous.

"Out of thousands of people, only take two hundred!"

When the opening of the venue was held, Ji Fu and several servants waited outside the gate. Looking at the dark crowd, he sighed: "I heard that the elimination in the provincial examination is more severe. It is extremely difficult to succeed, but once you succeed, you will immediately step into the next step." Joining the scholar class has many privileges, and you can make your family rich in an instant... This way, this way..."

His eyes lit up: "If we generalize to this, it will be the same in the Great Zhou world. Why should we fear the calamity of the aristocratic schools?"

Of course, this was not something he could learn from his position, and the backlash was not something the shaky court could afford.

When he thought of the decline of the imperial court in the main world, Ji Fu suddenly became clear and had no more thoughts.

"Squeak!"

With several loud noises, the courtyard door opened, and a flood of people poured out, and some even fell to the ground as soon as they went out.

"Seeing that Brother Zhang is so confident, I should first say congratulations and wish Brother Zhang a good chance of becoming a Jinshi!"

Ji Fu's eyes lit up, and when he saw Zhang Tianxiang walking calmly, he quickly stepped forward to congratulate him.

"I'm fine..."

Zhang Tianxiang smiled slightly and refused the servant's help: "Brothers Li are tired from traveling all the way and frightened. They are still holding on till now. Send them back quickly and ask the doctor to take good care of them!"

"As you command!"

Several servants immediately stepped forward and helped Li Juren, who was almost like mud, back to the carriage.

Ji Fu followed behind, but his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he looked at a few black figures on the edge.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Tianxiang's martial arts skills were even better than Ji Fu's. Looking at Ji Fu's eyes, he immediately saw several monks and hurried barbarians, which made him a little surprised.

"These people are acting sneaky! They seem to be coming with bad intentions!"

Ji Fu replied solemnly.

"Brother Ji is too worried. This is the emperor's feet. How dare they do anything?"

Zhang Tianxiang sneered and looked at Ji Fu thoughtfully, thinking that if his origins were unknown, I'm afraid this group of talents should pay more attention to it.

…

A few days later, more than two thousand people gathered outside the venue in a dark crowd, stretching their necks in excitement.

"The results are released! The results are released!"

With two salutes, the central door of the venue opened wide, and two officials from the Ministry of Rites came out holding a list made of yellow silk, and asked the government officials to hang it up.

Hooray!

Thousands of people came up like a tide, looking for their own names, and from time to time there were cheers like "I won" and "I won".

Of course, compared with the few who are excited, there are more frustrated people, and there are many people who cry and faint.

Not far from the venue, there is a restaurant.

On the second floor, Zhang Tianxiang occupied a table and watched the scene quietly with several acquaintances. Their hearts were full of mixed emotions. Even though they ordered a table of delicacies, wine and delicacies, a few of them were in the mood. Put down the chopsticks.

"This imperial examination is really the life-long hope of a poor scholar and a shortcut to reach the sky!"

Ji Fu watched this scene silently, feeling confused and suddenly understanding.

He was born into a royal family, and had been well clothed and well-fed since he was a child. Moreover, the imperial examination system was not practiced in the Zhou world, so naturally he didn't have much impression.

But at this moment, looking at the bustling crowd outside, he felt an indescribable great power rushing towards him, almost suffocating him.

"I hit it! I hit it!"

At this time, there was a commotion below the restaurant, and the servant who had been sent to look at the results excitedly reported: "Sir! You won, and you're in first place!"

"Congratulations on the reunion! Congratulations on the reunion!"

The gestures of everyone sitting there were all congratulations. Zhang Tianxiang toasted to each other. Although his expression was still steady, the slightly trembling wine glass still revealed his excitement.

All the ministers understood it very well, and few of them laughed at him.

After waiting for a long time, this was the only good news, and it was obvious that everyone else had lost their reputation.

Although everyone was mentally prepared, they were still a little disappointed.

When Zhang Tianxiang saw this, he couldn't bear to show too much joy. He drank a few drinks with a few people and then left.

Little did he know that the group of reincarnations behind him looked at him with pity in their eyes.

"well……"

Ji Fu looked at the noisy scene below and couldn't help but sigh: "I only know how valuable a Jinshi is today! What a pity..."

He looked to the side, and sure enough he saw a few black shadows flashing in the corner and then disappearing.

…

It was nightfall, inside a Zen monastery on the outskirts of Xijing.

Although this place is in a remote location, the steps are bright and the incense is obviously very good. In the huge Zen courtyard, dozens of ever-burning lamps are burning day and night, exuding the scent of sandalwood.

This temple is called Arhat Chanyuan and is famous for its eighteen pure bronze Arhat statues.

In the Arhat Hall, the red copper Arhat statue is full of majesty and lifelike, as if it is about to jump from the altar at the next moment and display its power of subduing dragons and tigers.

Downstairs, there was only a white-coated futon, on which a monk sat down holding a seal, his eyebrows and beard all white.

The old monk chanted sutras silently, but a layer of glazed brilliance emerged from his body, carrying the smell of incense and aspiration, which complemented the eighteen Arhat statues. One of the Arhats was even more brilliant, almost coming to life.

"Amitabha! I've seen Master Subduing the Dragon!"

A monk came in from outside. When he saw this scene, he clasped his hands together and said, "The venerable mana has come one step closer. I am so happy!"

"If you come here to disturb my Qingxiu at this time, you must have something important to do, so there's no harm in telling me!"

The old monk turned around and opened his eyes slightly, revealing the cloudy whites of his eyes.

But I don’t know why. Seeing the other person standing under the statue of Arhat subduing the dragon, the monk of the seal suffocated, as if he was facing a real Arhat.

"Venerable Qi!"

He did not dare to neglect, and immediately bowed and said: "I, the Buddhist disciples from the three realms, came out together and finally found that person! We have found out the root cause!"

"Who is it?"

"Qingzhu Juren Zhang Tianxiang! This person has passed the general examination, ranks first in literary talent, and has been selected as the Huiyuan!"

Lord Jianglong was slightly startled: "It's already time to lift people up? That dragon energy must have already flourished and cannot be easily broken!"

"Exactly..."

Monk Fayin looked solemn and clasped his hands together: "Venerable Heavenly Eyes went to see it in person. When he came back, he became blind. He only said one sentence to his disciples - the flying dragon is in the sky!"

"Send this information to Qin Tian Jian!"

Master Jianglong suddenly made a decision: "At this time, the dragon energy of the Great Zhou Dynasty is in full swing, commanding the world, and all nations are coming to court. All the dragon veins in the world should be suppressed, but this son came out with the dragon energy, which has become a climate , it can also be considered a dragon, only a true dragon can handle it!"

When ascetics participate in this kind of thing, the consequences are often not very good.

Originally, Monk Fayin thought that the Lord of the Ten Directions Jungle would solve the problem privately. Whether he supported or deprived the dragon of energy, his luck would be greatly improved. However, he never expected that he would alert the royal family?

"Go quickly!"

Lord Jianglong didn't say much and shouted solemnly.

…

In the Imperial City of Xijing.

The rich golden energy forms a majestic cloud, always shrouding the sky, and there seems to be a dragon pillar in the middle, connecting the heaven and the earth, imposing pressure in all directions.

Of course, only the watchmen could see this scene, but in the eyes of ordinary people, they also felt that the imperial city was majestic and awe-inspiring.

In the Nine Palace Palace, in the Imperial Study Room.

Today's man, Li Mao, is only thirty-three at this time. He is in his best years. He is full of energy and often corrects official documents until late at night. He can be regarded as a diligent and conservative king.

"Sage, it's late at night, please rest early!"

The eunuch wearing a purple python robe stepped forward and fiddled with the lamp flame in the magic weapon. The light in the entire bookstore suddenly became softer.

"Wait a minute!"

Li Mao approved a few more points, then stopped writing. He felt a little heavy on his body and couldn't help but ask, "What time is it now?"

"It's already three o'clock..."

The eunuch carefully observed his words and gave him a hot towel first, and then a cup of ginseng tea.

Li Mao warmed his hands and had another cup of tea. He suddenly felt refreshed and seemed to have some strength again. He smiled and said: "Ruling a big country is like a prosperous little thing. If you don't do some things now, the officials below will be more daring." Too lazy..."

"saint……"

This father-in-law is also a strong actor. His eyes turned red and he burst into tears: "The saint is so diligent and loves the people. He is really a blessing to the country and the country. But Wanwang must also take care of his dragon body!"

"hehe……"

Li Mao smiled: "You are an old slave, just approve three more copies and then rest..."

He picked up a piece of paper and smiled again: "Well... this time, the scholars are safe, and there are no epidemics, gatherings, etc. The officials of the Ministry of Rites are still careful. Is the Huiyuan Qingzhu Zhang Tianxiang? General? Let’s take a look at his exam papers!”

The Ninth Five Supreme Being was destined, so the examination paper was naturally placed on the desk quickly.

"Good words!"

Li Mao couldn't help but admire the words when he saw them, which were round and round, with a graceful air. Looking at the content again, he felt that every word was spoken from the bottom of his heart, and he was even more happy: "You are indeed a great talent!"

'Looking at the saint who likes him so much, I'm afraid a champion won't be able to escape...'

After the examination, the successful candidate is called a Gongshi, and has to pass a palace examination, which is personally reviewed by the emperor. This celestial picture is extraordinary in literary talent and simple in the emperor's heart. Can a top scholar still win?

"Congratulations to the saint, congratulations to the saint. It is God's blessing that this grand event in the literary world is possible!"

He rolled his eyes and immediately congratulated.

"Oh? Why did you say that?"

Li Mao asked curiously.

"Since the establishment of this dynasty, there has never been a person who has won three yuan in a row. Now it is about to happen in the hands of a saint. Wouldn't it be a grand event?"

The old eunuch said with a smile.

Li Mao was startled, then laughed: "Not bad!"

"Report! Qin Tianjian's secret report!"

Suddenly, a memorial came from outside the study. After Li Mao read it, he was stunned. He distorted the memorial without realizing it, and said word by word: "Zhang, Tian, ​​Xiang!"

"saint……"

The old eunuch was completely stunned and suddenly fell to his knees, hating himself for flattering him so early.