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Chapter 215 Memorial Ceremony, and Afterwards (Subscription Request)
"Hu Butang passed away..."

Okho City, 8th floor of the Government Building.

Song Yuheng placed Hu Butang's obituary on the desk in front of Lu Jing.

The invincible Lu Jing fell silent.

He picked up the obituary and looked at it carefully.

It's like there's something hidden in there.

But in fact, he just couldn't control his thoughts for a moment, and his thoughts drifted to a very far place.

Floating to...

Ten years ago.

Ten years ago, Lu Jing had already made a name for himself in Yuhang Province with his knife.

At that time, he was of low status and could only rely on the knife in his hand to gain resources for himself.

After annihilating the monsters in Wuming Mountain and killing the mountain king, Lu Jing was summoned by Hu Butang, the governor of Yuhang.

Then Lu Jing made a big promise, saying that he could wipe out all the monsters in Yuhang and Donghai in two months. Then Hu Butang, who had just come to power and was eager to make political achievements, naturally and boldly appointed Lu Jing, a guy with no foundation or background.

Of course, Lu Jing did not disappoint Hu Butang.

In just one month, the monsters in the East China Sea were annihilated, and Hu Butang was helped to remove the obstacles on his road to revenge.

Then there is the story of Lu Jingzheng gaining supreme supernatural powers and traveling to Japan to become the Governor-General of Japan.

During his time in Japan, Lu Jing built and developed Japan, and Hu Butang provided a lot of help.

Many craftsmen and scholars were recruited and sent over by Hu Butang.

When Hu Butang was on leave, he even went to Japan to reminisce and drink with Lu Jing.

However, after Lu Jing opened a school in Mobei and was ostracized by the human court, Hu Butang never had any contact with Lu Jing again.

It’s not that Hu Butang wants to break off his friendship with Lu Jing, but officials in the court must be careful.

But I never thought that almost ten years later, the next time I heard news about Hu Butang, it was already his obituary.

Lu Jing put down the pen in his hand, stared at the obituary for a while, and then asked: "Do you think Hu Butang can be reincarnated as the God of the Dead?"

Officials who had great fortune and great achievements in the human world would be granted titles by the imperial court after their death and would often be reincarnated as dead gods.

But that was for officials above the third rank.

Hu Butang, the governor of Yuhang, held a third-rank official position. After his death, his official rank should be raised, and he should be posthumously awarded a title and a posthumous name.

It stands to reason that one can reach the top three grades and get the chance to enter the reincarnation of the dead god.

But the Confucian Temple and the Imperial Temple...are not necessarily accessible.

And if he cannot enter the Taimiao and the Confucian Temple, the luck and power of incense and wishes attached to Hu Butang's consciousness will be relatively scarce.

Hu Butang's consciousness needs to be nurtured for a long time in the "Return to the Realm of the Dead God" before it can awaken its true self-consciousness.

It's even possible that you may never wake up again.

I was in a daze until my consciousness faded.

Lu Jing also knew these things.

But he still asked Song Yuheng.

Song Yuheng came to Lu Jing and squatted down, gently patting Lu Jing's hand: "Yes, Hu Butang is blessed by God. After entering the "Returning Realm", Hu Butang will be grateful to the people of Yuhang and will surely recover soon."

Lu Jing nodded.

I know it’s a relief, but it does make me feel good.

Although Lu Jing is a person with supreme supernatural powers and great cultivation.

But spiritual practice is not meant to make people become indifferent, heartless, and arrogant.

The purpose of practicing is to gain power, and then use power to protect one's freedom.

Guarantee your freedom to do whatever you want and not do what you don’t want; and guarantee your freedom to express your emotions.

Self-cultivation is effective.

Cultivate your mind and gain freedom. This is what cultivation is all about.

If one cultivates himself into indifference and coldness, and turns himself into something less than a human, then that is not cultivation; that is an evil path.

After calming down, Lu Jing also smiled and said, "Hu Bu Tang is almost 70 this year, right? In addition to the fatigue in his early years and the long-standing illness, he died at the age of 70, which can be considered a natural death."

Song Yuheng smiled gently: "Yes."

Lu Jing: "I should go and pay my respects."

Song Yuheng nodded: "Okay."

Lu Jing held Song Yuheng's hand and said, "It's just not convenient to take you with me."

Dayu's exclusion and boycott of him has not ended yet.

Song Yuheng shook her head: "It's okay."

……

Three days later, at Hu Mansion in Yuhang.

Since Hu Butang passed away, his family members rushed to Yuhang to pay tribute to the Governor of Yuhang.

In Lin'an, the main city of Yuhang, many people who were grateful for Hu Butang's kindness came to the gate of Hu's mansion during the funeral to pay tribute to the deceased Hu Butang.

Some local gentry in Lin'an who were close to Hu Butang also began to advocate building a ancestral hall and erecting a statue for Hu Butang.

In short, Hu Butang's funeral was very decent and grand.

On the third night, Lu Jing, dressed in a plain white linen robe, came to the Hu Mansion quietly.

However, the servants in the Hu Mansion completely ignored Lu Jing and were all busy with their own things.

It was not until Lu Jing arrived at the mourning hall and saw Hu Butang's three sons and two daughters mourning in the mourning hall that Lu Jing lifted the spell on his body and said, "Mr. Hu's old friend Lu Jing has come to pay his respects."

When they heard Lu Jing's voice and name, the expressions of those who were mourning in the mourning hall suddenly became stern!
But soon, Hu Guiqi, the eldest son of Hu Bu Tang, quickly walked out from behind the straw mat in the mourning hall.

As soon as Hu Guiqi came out, he saw a tall and slender young man standing outside the mourning hall, and this man... was none other than Lu Jing, the rebellious lunatic who was abandoned by the three tribes of humans, demons, and barbarians!
Although Lu Jing had a bad reputation, Hu Guiqi did not dare to neglect him. He bowed and humbly said, "Mr. Lu, you are too polite. My father had always told me about you before he passed away. Please come in."

In front of the coffin in the mourning hall, flames were burning in the brazier and stacks of paper money were thrown into it.

Lu Jing took the incense stick from the eldest son of the Hu family, lit it, and respectfully placed it on his head. After three bows, he inserted it into the incense burner in front of the coffin.

In fact, normally, there is a set of etiquette for burning incense, which includes three kowtows and nine bows.

But Lu Jing, a man with supreme supernatural powers, was afraid that Hu Butang’s soul could not bear it.

Burning incense and bowing three times with sincere gratitude are enough to bring honor to Hu Butang in the "Guixu Realm".

After paying tribute to Hu Butang, Lu Jing didn't want to stay any longer.

But Hu Butang's eldest son rushed out and shouted, "Mr. Lu, please stay. My father left a letter for you before he passed away."

As he spoke, Hu Guiqi took out a letter with body temperature from his arms and handed it to Lu Jing.

Lu Jing took it, nodded and walked out.

I will read this letter when I return to Okhotsk.

Lu Jing had just walked out of the gate of the Hu Mansion and left the roof of the Hu Mansion. Just as he was about to use his escape technique to leave, he suddenly heard a firm voice coming from the alley on the left side of the Hu Mansion.

"If I die someday, will you come to pay tribute to me?"

Lu Jing paused for a moment.

Then he smiled and said in a low voice: "You are the Prime Minister of a country, second only to the emperor, so why are you hiding in an alley like a dog?"

Zhang Ge Lao: “?”

WTF?

What's that adjective?

Zhang Shoufu suppressed his temper and said to Lu Jing outside: "Let's talk?"

Lu Jing asked back: "Public or private?"

(End of this chapter)