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Tan Wenjie only remembered that the last demon test was conducted in the "Ghost Fighting" world, and at that time he was not even a god.

It is related to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and the Fire Official Dongyang Emperor served as the examiner.

With his current skills, I wonder which department can take the exam for him, or perhaps he can take it through self-study.

Upgrading from a junior college to a bachelor's degree program?
"Emperor."

The little imp leading the way suddenly stopped and pointed to a mansion deep in the underworld.

"It's just ahead."

No matter how fierce the power struggle in the underworld is, the lowest-ranking ghosts don't even have the right to take sides. They are always inferior to the soul-reaping messengers, let alone the Emperor of the Underworld.

"Good work."

Tan Wenjie nodded slightly and stepped into the mansion first.

Although located in the underworld, the mansion was built in a magnificent and opulent manner, without a trace of yin energy, and of course, there was no human presence.

He released Chu Renmei, the Black Mountain Demon, Long Kui, and others.

Ghosts felt a strange sense of relief here, as if they were at home.

"We won't be staying here for long."

Tan Wenjie turned his head and looked around.

He still prefers places with more people.

It's eerie and scary; it'll give me nightmares.

"However, I need to sleep for a while now, and I don't want anyone to disturb me."

Outside.

The little devil stared at the open gates of the Emperor's Mansion.

Without ghostly soldiers guarding him or maids accompanying him, this emperor was even more approachable than he had imagined. Thinking back to the various emperors he had once seen traveling together, he realized that this emperor was much more approachable than he had imagined.

Needless to say, the dragon steed and phoenix carriage were accompanied by a procession of celestial attendants that stretched for two miles.

In addition to the guards, cranes, flower-scattering goddesses, and music-playing fairies, when the little devils look up and see them, they can't help but feel that the world is unfair. They work hard to maintain the cycle of reincarnation, while those high and mighty gods and emperors can openly enjoy themselves.

hum-

Several powerful auras suddenly burst out from the mansion, causing the little ghost's soul to tremble violently.

There are ghosts!

What a ferocious ghost! It's no less terrifying than those infamous ghost kings.

He retracted his previous judgment. Traveling with such a terrifying ghost was far more prestigious than any dragon steed or phoenix carriage. This Emperor Tan was anything but modest.

……

[Secret Realm: Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio]

[Stamina Consumption: 30]

Current vitality: 91/91

[The Trial: You face another test. Your performance will be graded based on your efforts.]

[10 points: Constable]

[100 points: Junjun]

[5000 points: City God]

[10 points: Judge]

[100 Million Points: Yama]

[5000 million points: Emperor of Fengdu]

The Abyss did not affect the Secret Realm, but you can still choose a higher difficulty level for more rewards.

[1. Enter in full condition: You choose to enter the Demon Trial in your full condition. The difficulty of the score will be increased by 50%, and the score acquisition speed will be reduced by 50%]

[2. Slight sacrifices: Only by enduring hardships can one achieve enlightenment. Seal weapons/equipment/magic items, etc. For each item sealed, the difficulty of the score decreases by 5%, and the score acquisition speed increases by 5%]

[3. Entering the World to Experience Tribulations: Abandon all cultivation and undergo tribulations in a mortal body. Difficulty of scoring -50%, scoring speed +50%]

"Is it even necessary to think about it?"

His six hands were fully equipped with weapons, along with six pieces of jewelry, a complete set of magical artifacts, and five pieces of equipment, granting him a bonus of 115%.
After sacrificing all his magical cultivation, the final bonus is 165%.

The reason he dared to play this game was not only because he had the resurrection golden core as a backup, but also because he had the option to leave the demonic test at any time. As long as he was rated, he could leave immediately.

The minimum score is only 10 points.

The price was merely failing the Demon Test, which he could easily afford.

If it really happens.

Tan Wenjie glanced at the title "Emperor of Fengdu" a few more times; it was probably the highest-ranking title he had ever received.

You always have to take a gamble, even if you end up with nothing, the cost of trial and error is almost zero.

Choose to enter the [Secret Realm].

Start with randomized identity.

[Identity: Scholar]

It's obviously related to fox spirits, so I won't choose it.

[Identity: A failed scholar]

It's still related to a fox spirit, let's change it again.

[Identity: A scholar taking the imperial examination]

Tan Wenjie: "..."

The identities don't seem random at all; why do you have to be a scholar to enter the world of Liaozhai?

After several more random attempts, Tan Wenjie simply accepted his fate. Even though he was a scholar, he didn't say that he had to take the exam to become an official.

You come from a poor family and once hoped to change your fate through the imperial examinations. The provincial examination is just around the corner, and you decide...

[Your title "Judge" has been detected. You seem to have a unique destiny. The "Judge" title will be transferred and inherited.]

Night fell, and a light rain began to drizzle.

In front of the thatched house, strings of raindrops, like beads, hung from the eaves, and the ground was already riddled with tiny craters.

Tan Wenjie stretched.

Can studying change one's fate? He might as well find a cave to meditate and cultivate now. Although his life points, mana, and stamina are all limited to 10 points, and all kinds of skills, weapons, and magic treasures are restricted, he has, after all, reached a height where he could see all the mountains from a high vantage point. Walking the same path again will always make him more familiar with it.

However, there is absolutely no need to start cultivating again in this world; the most important thing is to get 5000 million points as quickly as possible.

"It would be best to catch a few ghost messengers to ask for directions."

After all, whether it's the City God, the Judge, or Yama, they are all directly related to ghosts.

Perhaps I can figure out a way by drawing parallels with how living people should be selected for these official positions.

He was still a little unaccustomed to suddenly becoming such an ordinary person.

Forget it, time to sleep. The exam isn't urgent.

Just as Tan Wenjie was resting in bed, two tall, thin figures, as thin as sticks, staggered past on the empty streets of the county town.

A night watchman walked by in the distance and spat on the two skinny men as he passed by.

The two skinny men immediately stopped and turned to look at the watchman. They were about two people tall, with long arms and legs, and their posture of bending over and staring at the watchman was quite frightening.

The watchman, however, seemed completely oblivious to them and continued walking.

The skinny guy on the left slowly turned around and slapped the night watchman on the back of the head.

"Ouch!"

The night watchman cried out in pain, staggered, and fell to the ground, his nose and chin scraped and bleeding profusely.

The two skinny guys were quite content.

“A mere mortal dares to disrespect ghosts and gods.”

If a mortal dares to disrespect ghosts and gods, being slapped on the back of the head by a ghost is already a minor punishment. Otherwise, a gust of evil wind could cause the other party to fall seriously ill, and if the punishment is more vicious, the other party could suffer endless torment and die.

"This place is not peaceful; there are even fox spirits here."

"What does this have to do with us? There's still a soul to be taken from the register tonight, so don't be late."

The two ghost messengers swayed and staggered away, leaving the remaining watchman groggily getting up.

"I've seen a ghost! I've seen a ghost!" He wiped his nose haphazardly, knelt down and kowtowed, "Please forgive me if this is strange!"

……

The next morning, Tan Wenjie packed up all his belongings and only found two taels of silver. He thought he would go to the temple and maybe find out some inside information.

As a mortal, one must take care of one's internal organs. As the saying goes, sharpening the axe won't delay the work of chopping wood, so Tan Wenjie went into town and found a restaurant, intending to have a hearty meal first.

The waiter initially looked down on Tan Wenjie because of his poor scholar appearance, but he didn't expect Tan Wenjie to order dishes so skillfully.

So this is not a truly poor family, but rather a once wealthy family that has fallen on hard times, and the rich young master has fallen on hard times.

No matter who they are, as long as you pay, you'll get good wine and food.

"Sir, your food is here!"

Because he didn't have much money, Tan Wenjie deliberately ate frugally, ordering only four dishes and a soup for a simple meal.

After finishing my meal and leaving the restaurant, my purse was empty.

If all else fails, he'll have to resort to selling his body. Tan Wenjie touched his cheek; he was quite adept at this.

There's always a way out; even immortals won't starve.

After asking for directions on the roadside, Tan Wenjie found the temple. Before he even got close, he saw a group of people making a fuss, as if they were fighting over something.

There were other people watching the spectacle.

Tan Wenjie glanced at a person watching the commotion by the roadside. The person seemed to understand the meaning in his eyes and took the initiative to come closer: "You don't know this."

"Wait!" Tan Wenjie raised his hand.

Can anyone explain why this random person suddenly appeared, especially in the previous events?

And it's like I had no intention of talking to the other person at all, but it felt like we were having a great chat just now.

I hate people who are overly familiar with others.

Passerby A continued, "There are two great Shi families in our city, one is Shi Xiaolian, and the other is Prefect Shi. The two families are always vying for power and influence. Today they've come to the temple to compete for the first incense offering."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

"That's not all... Hey, young master, don't go! I haven't finished yet!"

After jogging a few steps, Tan Wenjie was panting heavily.

He suffered the consequences of deliberately choosing a hellish starting point for himself, and first he deeply reflected on himself. At the same time, he reaffirmed his previous idea of ​​selling his body.

From now on, I won't feel tired when I travel by sedan chair.

There are always more ways than difficulties.

As soon as they arrived at the main hall, an old monk came out, put his palms together in a gesture of respect to Tan Wenjie, and said, "Today, this humble monk saw auspicious purple clouds coming from the east, which means that a distinguished guest has arrived."

"Oh?"

You should have said so earlier, as connections can be useful during exams.

Tan Wenjie looked up at the statue enshrined in the main hall and realized it was Guanyin Bodhisattva.

He knew that the Bodhisattva loved him the most, so he thought he would catch a Red Boy and give it to the Bodhisattva to raise and play with. But now, according to the time, the Red Boy has not been born yet.

Do I have to help myself?

My thoughts drifted to everyday conversations between my sister-in-law and brother-in-law, such as "Sister-in-law, open your mouth" and "Old Sun is out."

If Old Bull can't help, then as Sun Wukong's senior brother and a distant relative or friend, I can certainly lend a hand.

Hey, move aside!

Two men from outside rushed in, followed by two young women. The two women were imitating their fathers, who faced off against each other, staring at each other with wide eyes.

The frail scholar's body couldn't withstand the shoving of the group, and Tan Wenjie staggered forward a few steps.

He immediately revised his plans, deciding not only to ride in a sedan chair but also to hire a group of bodyguards.

Another scholar was pushed aside, but unlike Tan Wenjie, he let out a weak, pitiful cry, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The two daughters from the Shi family stared at him in a daze.

Tan Wenjie: "..."

Is someone playing music? Why are you all suddenly frozen in place like time has stopped? I'm glad we're not in an island nation, otherwise the story wouldn't go like this.

Tan Wenjie looked at the scholar; he looked very familiar.

He admitted that Thunder Tiger Fourth Master was somewhat handsome, but it was too much for the two girls to completely ignore his good looks and only fawn over him.

It's so fake that someone can ignore their own handsome face; you don't even need to think to know there's a script involved.

It seems that Thunder Tiger is one of the important characters in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.

After the two historians left in a noisy commotion, the temple finally returned to peace.

An old monk in the temple greeted him: "Benefactor?"

"Do you recognize me?" Tan Wenjie put his arm around the old monk's shoulder.

He then remembered that he had important matters to attend to.

The old monk shook his head.

"I am a deity who descended from heaven." Tan Wenjie raised his hand and pointed upwards. "I recently came down to earth on official business. It's just personnel changes from above, nothing unusual."

The old monk continued to shake his head, indicating that he did not understand.

Tan Wenjie's voice suddenly rose: "Do you know you've won the lottery? Congratulations!"

The old monk continued to shake his head.

"Listen carefully, helping me return to the Immortal Realm will be a great act of merit for you."

He reached out and grabbed the old monk's smooth head, trying to lift it up, but found that the other party was not cooperating. So he had to use his other hand to support the other party's hairy chin, forcing the other party to look at the clay statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

“Hey, I’m very familiar with the Bodhisattva. After this is done, I can help you get to the Western Paradise sooner.” Tan Wenjie released the other man’s head, grabbed his shoulder, and made the old monk turn around to look at him.

His eyes were sincere: "How is it? Aren't you excited?"

The old monk asked, "What would you like me to do, benefactor?"

"I need to get some money."

"Please wait a moment, benefactor."

"So happy?"

The old monk quickly brought over a bag of money.

After taking the money bag and weighing it in his hand, Tan Wenjie wished the other party well, saying with satisfaction, "I guarantee you'll be going to heaven soon."

He turned and left very decisively, with a ruthless and decisive manner, as if he were abandoning his debt without a second thought.

"Master, do you really believe he is a deity?" The young novice who had witnessed the whole thing couldn't help but ask.

What kind of divine beings descending to earth? That's just too exaggerated. I really don't know why my master would believe it. And how can Buddha and Bodhisattvas get their statues gilded if such a large sum of money is handed over to them?

The old monk shook his head, put his hands together, and said, "I don't know why, I just really admire him."

Little novice monk: "..."

Anyway, the two historians just brought in some incense money, so what they gave us earlier was just a small amount.

The monks still have lamp oil to eat; they don't need to worry about anything else.

Tan Wenjie walked out of the temple and saw the scholar who had stolen his thunder earlier squatting down, contemplating life.

He walked over and asked, "Thunder Tiger, what's wrong?"

"Brother, are you looking for me?" the scholar asked, puzzled. "My surname is Qiao, and I am a scholar, not a江湖人 (jianghu person) or have any nickname like Thunder Tiger."

"I see. My surname is Tan."

"Brother Tan." Qiao Sheng didn't quite understand what was going on, but since the other party had introduced himself, he couldn't pretend not to hear.

"Why are you sighing and complaining here, Brother Qiao?"

Qiao Sheng: "..."

He looked older than the other person, but the other person took advantage of the situation, and his status as the underling was inexplicably confirmed.

"Sigh." Qiao Sheng sighed as he thought of his situation. "I just remember that my adoptive father is unwell and the imperial examination is imminent. Today, I've also gotten involved in the troubles of the two histories."

Tan Wenjie: "What trouble?"

Just say it out loud to make yourself laugh.

Qiao Sheng said, "Both Master Shi want me to marry their daughters... Alas—"

Tan Wenjie: "..."

He had just seen the two Miss Shis, and even a picky eater like him had to admit they were both beautiful.

Noticing Tan Wenjie's strange gaze, Qiao Sheng quickly said, "Brother Tan only knows one side of the story. The two Master Shi have been fighting each other for many years, always trying to outdo each other. They don't really want to arrange this marriage. It's absolutely impossible for me to marry the daughters of the two Shi families."

Qiao Sheng is being pursued by two wealthy and beautiful women at the same time. He manages to gain both money and still analyze the situation so rationally. He's quite a talent.

"Brother Tan, what kind of look is that? Do you think I'm lying?"

"Even boasting should be based on basic logic." (End of Chapter)