Chapter seven hundred and eighty seventh mud scholar
Wang Ping left Jinling City early the next morning, preparing to return home in glory.
He seemed to be very high-profile this time, with government officials and guards leading the way, escorts, ceremonial guards, and official sedan chairs. It can be said that he was full of magistrate style and did not intend to be low-key at all.
Wang Ping was also very excited.
After all, when he left his hometown, he was just a poor scholar. This time he returned and became a prefect. You must know that even if he wants to sit in the position of prefect, it will take several years of hard work.
Although it was Li Xiuyuan's blessing to break up the relationship and make people criticize him, Wang Ping didn't think about it at the moment.
In the evening, Wang Ping's chariots and horses arrived at the county.
The magistrate of this county heard about this and rushed out to welcome him. He was even more surprised when he saw the prefect's guard of honor and his sedan chair.
"Why did the prefect pass through this county?"
Although he didn't know why, the county magistrate still summoned the government officials with fear and fear, and his subordinates prepared to welcome the arrival of this adult.
People in the county were also talking about which official had returned home?
Some people said that this might be a high school for scholars, but they were refuted because now is not the time for the imperial examination.
Some people said that someone committed a murder in the county and the court came to arrest him, but they were scolded by the local sages.
Others said that someone in the county had offended someone, and a certain adult raised an army to investigate.
Of course, the final guess is whether a high-ranking official in the imperial court has retired and returned to his hometown?
This is quite possible.
But after thinking about it, the squires found that the county seemed to have produced no adults, at most a few scholars, not even a Jinshi, so the speculation of retiring and returning to their hometown was not convincing.
"Stop, stop, the sedan has landed at the door of Wang's house." The people watching the excitement exclaimed.
Soon, the official sedan landed, and Wang Ping walked into the home wearing official uniform.
"Hey, does that gentleman look like Wang Xiucai?"
"There is a slight resemblance, but it's definitely not Wang Ping. Wang Ping passed away last year. He should be a distant relative of the Wang family or something."
"The Wang family has become so prosperous now that a relative has become a high official."
The neighbors nearby were both envious and filled with emotion.
Wang Ping walked into the home with some excitement and joy at this moment, and he knocked on the door.
It was his wife Wang who opened the door.
"Madam, my husband, I'm back." Wang Ping said.
When Mrs. Wang saw Wang Ping, she was startled for a moment and thought she had recognized the wrong person. But when she saw clearly, she was startled, turned around and ran back to the house with a scream.
"Madam, what's wrong, madam?" Wang Ping thought his wife had been stimulated in some way, and hurriedly ran into the house to check.
"Madam, I haven't been home for half a year, don't you even recognize me? It's me, Wang Ping."
"You, you are talking nonsense, my husband is dead, you are not my husband at all." Ms. Wang said in horror, and she ran to the inner room to tell her mother-in-law about this.
The Queen Mother angrily ran out with a wooden stick and beat Wang Ping: "You monster, you dare to pretend to be my son, try to deceive my daughter-in-law, destroy the peace of my family, I will fight with you, and still
If you don’t leave quickly, leave quickly”
The wooden stick in her hand was not very strong, but it emitted a layer of white light invisible to mortals.
The white light fell on Wang Ping's body, causing him great pain, as if his flesh and blood had been knocked off by a knife and axe.
But it was the Queen Mother who was eager to protect her daughter-in-law and had a correct thought, which inspired her righteousness.
"Mother, it's a child." Wang Ping was beaten so hard that he ran away with his head in his arms. Then he was horrified to find something like dirt falling down on his body.
And as the soil was knocked down, I felt much lighter all over.
"This, what's going on?"
Wang Ping was in pain and panic, and finally couldn't stay in the house any longer, so he ran out in panic.
"Sir, are you okay?" The government servants and guards on the side rushed over and said.
"No, don't mess around. This is my mother. Don't make any mistakes. Please step back first. Everyone, step back." Wang Ping endured the pain and shouted hurriedly. He was afraid that the government servants who didn't recognize his mother would make random moves and hurt her, so he immediately took her away.
The subordinates left the yard.
Be prepared to ask your neighbors to persuade you to resolve this misunderstanding.
"Sir, your hand." Suddenly, a government servant pointed to the back of Wang Ping's injured hand in a panic.
Wang Ping took a look, only to find that the back of his hand turned into a piece of dirt after being hit by his mother's gaze, and was no longer flesh and blood.
He touched the injuries elsewhere on his body, and they all began to turn into soil.
"What, what's wrong with me?" Wang Ping also panicked. He shook slightly, but found that the soil on his body fell, and at the same time, his body was like a clay figure that had been dug away, and became mutilated.
"Isn't this Wang Ping? Why are you back? Aren't you already dead? Don't harm us. We didn't treat you badly when you were alive, and we didn't bully your parents and widow after you left."
An elderly neighbor said with some fear when he saw Wang Ping.
What? Am I dead?
Wang Ping trembled. He didn't believe it, but what happened to him forced him to believe it.
"No, I have to ask clearly about this matter."
Trembling in his heart, he walked into the house again. At this time, he saw his old mother sitting on the ground holding a memorial tablet and crying.
"My son"
Perhaps seeing Wang Ping gave birth to the pain of losing her son again, the Queen Mother cried very sadly, and the Wang family beside her also lowered her head and shed tears.
And the tablet clearly read: Wang Ping's spiritual tablet.
"I, I'm really dead." Wang Ping was so frightened that he took several steps back. He fell to the ground and broke one of his palms.
He felt no pain, and his palm turned into a clay statue when it fell on the ground. Just like the statues in the temple, they were not flesh and blood at all.
"Quickly, take me back to Jinling City." Wang Ping hurriedly covered the wound with his official robe and ordered tremblingly.
Perhaps only Brother Li can give me an explanation for my situation. He is a person who is proficient in the affairs of ghosts and gods.
Soon, the carriages and horses quickly drove out of the county and rushed to Jinling City overnight.
The officer who was just carrying the sedan suddenly discovered that the further he went, the lighter the sedan became. After walking five miles, he discovered that something inside the sedan had collapsed. The frightened officer took a quick look.
At this moment, there was no one in the sedan except for an official uniform. Wherever it fell, there was a pile of dirt scattered nearby.
"Where is your lord?" All the government officials looked at each other, not knowing how to explain this strange thing.
My master has disappeared and only his clothes are left. How can I do business now?
Regardless of what happened here, after Wang Ping's clay body collapsed, his soul was guided by an invisible force, running forward like a breeze.
This situation frightened him, but he couldn't resist.
Finally he flew to the familiar place Jinling City.
However, he did not see anyone familiar in Jinling City. He only saw groups of government officials wearing uniforms and carrying green lanterns, each with green and black faces passing by in a hurry. When they passed by, there were even more people.
I couldn't help but glance at him, and then made some comments.
"It's a wandering soul. Send him to the underworld."
"Are you new here? This is Wang Ping, Mr. Li's good friend. Your business is not something that we ghosts can take care of. At least you have to be a ghost general to be qualified to help you. Let's go and send the innocent souls somewhere else.
Yes, no need to worry."
After saying that, a leading ghost servant bowed respectfully to Wang Ping.
Wang Ping's figure continued to fly, and finally flew to Li's Mansion.
At this moment, a banquet has been prepared in the courtyard of Li Mansion, several incense sticks have been lit, and Li Xiuyuan is sitting there pouring wine.
"Brother Wang, are you here?" Li Xiuyuan's eyes moved slightly, and he saw a figure gradually condensed in the incense.
With the help of incense, he can barely see ghosts and gods. This is the method of incense manifesting. It is a small technique for channeling spirits and seeing ghosts. It can be performed without the help of Taoism. It only requires a few sticks of incense.
When Wang Ping saw Li Xiuyuan, he found that he was different from usual. At this moment, Li Xiuyuan was covered in fire and as hot as a furnace. He did not dare to come close. He just said hurriedly: "Brother Li, what is going on with all this? From my hometown.
People say I am dead, is this true?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed: "Originally, I wanted Brother Wang to return home in fine clothes, but his wish failed. But now it seems that it is my fault. I didn't expect that Brother Wang's career has damaged the clay sculpture's body and turned it into a ghost. Brother Wang
You are right, you are already dead. You did not die at this time, but at this time.
You were already dead when I invited you to Jinling City half a year ago."
"I sponsored your funeral, and I also helped support your parents, wife and children at home, but you never knew it."
"It's so." Wang Ping gradually remembered the past. He remembered that he was sick that day and was seriously ill on the bed. Later, Brother Li's people asked him to go to Jinling City to help.
I didn't know what happened that day but suddenly became seriously ill. I suddenly became very energetic and chased the carriage out without even having a chance to say goodbye to my family.
"Did I die at that time?" Wang Ping lowered his head and cried, thinking of his mother's sad look at home, feeling extremely guilty and self-blame.
"You don't have to be sad. Although you are dead, you and your parents, wife and children may not have a chance to see each other again. It's just that your affairs in the mortal world are over." Li Xiuyuan said: "In addition, Brother Wang, your situation is also mine.
I did it all by myself, if you want to blame it, blame me, I was the one who made you like this."
After saying that, he stood up and bowed, apologetically.
Wang Ping said: "No, I don't blame Brother Li. You did it for my own good. You made me the magistrate. I did things for the people and fulfilled my lifelong wish. What else should I be dissatisfied with?"
"Brother Li, you're hiding this from me because you're worried that I won't be able to accept this fact all of a sudden." Wang Ping said sadly; "Actually, it's all my fault. I didn't even know that I was dead, but I still acted like a living person without any feeling. In fact, it's all my fault.
I should have paid attention to it a long time ago. I don’t know whether it’s warm or cold on weekdays.
Hunger is just something I haven’t thought about deeply.”
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