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Hu Ziyu had originally intended to concentrate on studying the Rabbit God's business and cultivation methods, but he was delayed by numerous trivial matters. As he was leaving the warehouse, Taiyin Xingjun summoned him and Linghong to dine together. By the time they were free, it was already midnight. Linghong asked Yuchan and the others to tidy up the Jade Rabbit Temple for a while. If there were no other important matters, they could rest for the day.

After finishing the work, everyone, except the four female fairies assigned to their mission, returned to their dormitories to rest. With Guanghan Palace as the center, the various departments are arranged in strips extending outward. If a drone were to fly directly above Guanghan Palace and take a photo, it would produce a sun-like totem. The first floor of Yutu Temple houses offices, a reception area, a dining hall, a warehouse, and a mailroom. The female fairies' dormitories and recreational areas are on the second floor, while Hu Ziyu and Linghong's personal living rooms are on the third floor.

Linghong grabbed Hu Ziyu's right wrist, tapped his feet lightly, and went up to the third floor corridor.

"If you want to save time, you can move with your mind like this, but the farther the distance, the more magic power and energy it consumes. In addition, please note that once you leave Mingyue Pass, it is no longer your own territory. If you want to move in this way, any distance over 100 meters must first apply to the Lingxiao Palace Traffic Department to avoid being considered an illegal person." Ling Hong said.

Hu Ziyu was curious: "There are also criminals in the heavens. What are they after?" Ling Hong replied: "Various things, such as changing the life and death records, changing the marriage records, etc. Or, when the immortals and gods were alive, they had enemies with people, and the enemies sent assassins or shape-shifting monsters to try to bring down the hostile immortals and gods."

"There is actually such a thing." Hu Ziyu was shocked.

Of course, the keyword he was most concerned about was "changing the marriage register." Fortunately, all documents in the heavens were now electronic. Rather than resorting to the arduous task of infiltrating the palace, it was better to hire a hacker to tamper with the program. Even if his evil deeds were discovered, he wouldn't be in imminent danger of being arrested or silenced.

Ling Hong continued, "When the Star Lord led everyone away just now, he used a shrinking magic circle that could contain several people at once. You can't do that now. When you have time, why not practice short-distance movement in your own private space?"

"good."

Besides the two girls and Tianqi's group, several other groups of believers had earlier visited Weiming Hall. Thanks to their incense, Hu Ziyu's mana increased slightly, and his merits accumulated to about one-tenth of his total mana. He began to understand a little bit about how these values ​​worked.

The Jade Rabbit Temple's third floor has four separate bathrooms, arranged in a strip, each serving a distinct purpose and style. The modern, minimalist bathroom is the Rabbit God's private bathroom. While its exterior walls are made of off-white granite, the interior is dozens of times more spacious and luxurious than the showers in the underworld. The only difference is the lack of a flushing bucket. The large, two-person massage bathtub automatically wafts the scent of petals and various fragrances. Eight golden rabbit-shaped faucets spray water in a variety of patterns, with adjustable intensity and mode. Whether you prefer a spa, hydrotherapy, or aromatherapy, you can choose the perfect experience. For a relaxing soak, the wall automatically transforms into a large display panel, showcasing a wide selection of channels from the mortal realms, the celestial realms, and the ghost realms.

Hu Ziyu was itching to jump in and enjoy the bath immediately. However, he had already agreed with Ling Hong to practice well, so bathing would have to wait for a while. After all, the bathroom wouldn't suddenly disappear.

"Two quarters of an hour," Ling Hong suddenly said, "I'll give you two quarters of an hour to bathe and wash away the evil spirits of the underworld. If you haven't emerged after two quarters of an hour, I'll have no choice but to intervene."

"Oh..." Hu Ziyu was secretly delighted and obediently let Ling Hong take off his coat. "By the way, besides Senior Tianbao, who else would use this bathroom?" Ling Hong shook his head, his face annoyed.

"I have no right to use it. Besides, celestial beings are supposed to always remain untainted by the mundane world and be as pure as ice and jade. Even if they cannot take a bath, they should still be pure and flawless. However, Lord Tianbao did try to bring people back to take a double bath..." Hu Ziyu could tell how ugly Ling Hong's face was at that time.

"S-So...what do you do?"

"Inform the City God Temple Security Department and have them arrest the criminal in the act. Tell them that my temple master is having sex with a young man!"

Ling Hong's eyes were filled with anger, the scene of catching the adulterer that year seemed to be right in front of him.

"Uh..." Hu Ziyu was a little puzzled. Wasn't that person obsessed with the Imperial Censor? Could it be that he had been lonely for a long time and needed a substitute to accompany him?

"That young immortal was born in a humble family and had never used luxurious equipment, so he was deceived into coming here. As a result, not only was he forced to undergo ten years of compulsory physical and mental treatment in the Shennong Temple, but most of his merits were also deducted. He was truly innocent." Ling Hong held his blackened forehead and sighed heavily.

"Forget it, go in and take a shower. I'll go ahead and get some things ready in the Zen room."

"Okay." Hu Ziyu walked into the bathroom, tossing his clothes into the pink laundry basket. A few wisps of steam wafted through the cracks before Ling Hong left. However, he didn't head to the Zen room adjacent to the bathroom, but instead returned to his simple, quaint bedroom.

"Evening report." Ling Hong called out his PAD and sent a message to the four female fairies, Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. Chun Xiang was too lazy to type and simply started a group call.

"Master, there are new moves on the side of the Sudhana Boy candidate."

"explain."

"The candidate for the Good Fortune Boy has reached an agreement with the Hu family's parents to purchase Lord Hu's body for one million. Furthermore, the candidate will fund and take care of all matters related to the body's repair, funeral arrangements, land purchase for the ancestral hall, and memorial concerts."

"Trading corpses is ultimately about greed... Well, well." Ling Hong pondered for a moment, and suddenly an inspiration emerged in his mind - he wanted to keep Hu Ziyu's corpse intact, just like a sleeping beauty, which would surprise the corpse restorer, ritualist, magician and others.

"Wait, where did the Chu family kid get so much money?" Qiu Xiao asked in Cantonese.

"I know that. An hour ago, he mentioned it to the candidate librarian. He said that he had made a profit of over five million by repeatedly trading several shipping stocks recently. He asked him not to worry." Xia Lian answered in an orthodox Beijing official tone.

After he finished speaking, everyone fell silent again.

Five minutes later, Ling Hong spoke first: "In short, don't let Lord Hu know about the purchase of the corpse for the time being. The most important thing right now is the official banquet. Those old men in the Lingxiao Palace who are tired of living may come up with some tricks to play on the newcomers this time. Keep tracking them, and contact me anytime if you have any questions." The four immortals replied yes and ended the call one after another.

Hu Ziyu had the PAD operations secretary time him, and he stood up after 25 minutes to avoid exceeding the time limit. Ling Hong had taught him how to dress, so he put on his underwear himself. As for outerwear, which required folding, tying, knotting, and punching holes, it was really difficult to put it on without help, so he had to wait for Ling Hong to come and help.

The guard uniforms had been burned to ashes by Ling Hong's palm flame. Hu Ziyu didn't know how to explain to the security department. He just hoped that Mr. Wu Gang would forget about it and never mention it again.

"Ah, I really want to ask that little bastard for a set of light sportswear!" Hu Ziyu thought. For this, he had to learn how to send dreams. Although it was his own opinion, it wasn't nice to wander around the corridor in his underwear.

There was a black outer garment in the cloakroom next to Hu Ziyu's bathroom, so he took it down and put it on, which just reached his knees. The outer garment was made of fine material, as comfortable as silk and satin, and within its seemingly inky black color were tiny sparks of light, like stars blinking in the Milky Way.

Linghong came. He had a lifeless face, but when Hu Ziyu put on new clothes, he couldn't help but smile.

"This is a smock worn over formal attire and official uniform. Why did you finally want to try it on?"

"No!" Hu Ziyu retorted. After about ten seconds, he said, "It's quite nice. This style and color."

"Of course. This is modified by me with reference to the clothing system in the Book of Rites. In order to help you prepare the clothes, Chunxiang and I went to the market on Xianjing Street in advance. As soon as we saw the goods we liked, we immediately bid for them. We almost had a fight with the people from Wenchang Palace for this." Linghong took down a whole set of coats, shirts, laces, accessories and top hats from the hanger. Hu Ziyu knew that he had to help him change into them this time.

Hu Ziyu asked, "You didn't bully those scholars in Wenchang Hall, did you?" His little bastard was going to Wenchang Hall one day. If people knew that they were related, who knows if their life would be easy. Ling Hong helped Hu Ziyu put on the lining of his coat and said, "How can we bully the Wenchang Hall? It is a prosperous place with many people and powerful officials. Aside from Wenquxingjun, commonly known as Wenchang Emperor, the other assistant officials are senior and capable, each of them is good at both literature and martial arts, and they are not to be trifled with."

Hu Ziyu raised his hands as instructed.

"Then you can still grab it very well." Ling Hong showed a proud look on his face and said: "I want the store owner, Fairy Zixia, to turn on the Bluetooth quickly so that I can transfer the deposit. The next moment, I picked up the cloth, used the shrinking method to move eighty meters, and threw it to Chunxiang who was five meters away from me. Chunxiang also used the shrinking method to move eighty meters, and then threw it to Xia Lian who was relaying in front. Xia Lian threw it to Qiu Xiao, and Qiu Xiao threw it to Donghua. Our group of thirteen went out of Xianjing Street like this." Hu Ziyu was dumbfounded. Are these grannies competing for the big auction? It's really amazing.

"People in Wenchang Temple always think that their clothes should be as black as ink. It's really unlucky." Linghong tucked the two white sleeves of his shirt into the wide hem of his coat.

"I wear all black to continue the habit I had during my lifetime, and also to mourn the deaths of my fellow disciples in the temple."

"Hmm." Hu Ziyu looked at the official seal with rabbit pattern embroidered on his chest and abdomen, and let Linghong tie a white belt and a yellow gentleman's belt with exquisite woven patterns between the purple skirt and top, and match it with a white rabbit jade pendant that matched his rank.

"The rank of the Rabbit God now falls right in the middle among the nine ranks of civil officials. The middle sergeant is yellow, the upper sergeant is dark, and the lower sergeant is mixed colors. Just by looking at the embroidery on the clothes and the color of the sash, you can determine what kind of etiquette to perform for others." Ling Hong said.

Hu Ziyu was slightly surprised: "I didn't expect that the gods would still use the nine-rank official system of the Wei and Jin dynasties."

"For convenience, the hierarchy is immediately clear. But the Martial Gods use special personnel regulations, which are another system. Furthermore, above the Shi level, there are Daifu, the elders who serve the Jade Emperor in the High Heaven Palace... er, I mean, the governing advisors. And even among the civil servants outside, even those of the same rank have different levels. In short, it's a complex system that's hard to describe in a single sentence."

Hu Ziyu looked drowsy, and Ling Hong didn't want to continue. Then, the only thing left that bothered Hu Ziyu the most was his official boots. They were narrow and stiff, feeling like torture instruments, like walking on stilts. It was these boots that repeatedly twisted his ankles and nearly caused him to fall flat on his face. The most embarrassing incident involved Ling Hong holding him in his arms and helping him stand upright.

"I miss the sneakers I left in the bathroom in the underworld. I really want to ask the little bastard to send me a pair." Hu Ziyu reluctantly stepped on the thick-soled, pointed-toe official boots. He just took a step and turned again.

"You should be thankful you're not a woman. If you were wearing fancy shoes, they would be even harder to wear." Ling Hong looked at Hu Ziyu's feet, which seemed fine, and said, "This is your formal attire. You'll need to get used to it over the next two days. We'll stop in front of the Ziwei Palace in the Lingxiao Hall. After handing it over to Brother Bo, I can help you walk a little way, but once you enter the palace, you'll have to rely on yourself."

"Ugh." Hu Ziyu screamed in his heart, feeling the cold beads of sweat about to cover his vest again.

"In short, learn to walk on flat ground first, and then practice climbing stairs. After ten trips back and forth, I will accompany you to meditate, read the Heart Sutra and Heart Sutra." Ling Hong said.

Under his guidance, Hu Ziyu was like a toddler, taking shaky steps as if treading on thin ice. When his balance was really unstable, he would use Ling Hong as a human wall to lean on.

After walking back and forth three times along the nearly 100-meter corridor, Hu Ziyu gradually developed a sense of balance and let go of Linghong's hand, completing the remaining seven steps on his own. But practicing going up and down stairs was also a form of torture.

The female fairies were unruly and uninhibited on their exclusive second-floor turf, with Hongmei and Zilan, who ascended to immortality after reaching their fifties, being the most prominent. Hu Ziyu was walking along peacefully when suddenly a few old ladies wearing only bellybands and safety pants waved at him from downstairs. He was so frightened that he almost rolled back to the first-floor office.

Ling Hong rolled his eyes and scooped up the shaky Hu Ziyu. "I'm wrong. I wasn't thoughtful enough. Let's go upstairs." Hu Ziyu rubbed his sore knee and asked doubtfully, "But, the Jade Rabbit Temple isn't just three floors?" "No, the Celestial Palace is like the entire universe—infinite, endless, and forever expanding. Before coming up, you've also passed by the shroud racks and showers of Hades. Wherever the human mind can reach, the ghost world and the heavenly world extend, and the same is true for this Guanghan Palace and this Jade Rabbit Temple," Ling Hong said.

"This is really mysterious."

"Yes, the affairs of Heaven are enough for everyone to spend eternity to explore." Ling Hong led Hu Ziyu upwards, and Hu Ziyu counted as he lifted his feet.

Just now, there were thirty-eight steps from the stairs next to the bathroom on the third floor to the women's dormitory on the second floor, but now, he had counted more than a hundred steps and still could not see the end.

It was so wonderful, so magical. As I walked, I felt a little scared. But when I looked back and saw that Linghong was always behind me to support me when I might fall at any time, I suddenly felt a lot more at ease.

"Let's go. After a thousand steps, we'll turn back." Ling Hong said, "As the saying goes, 'It's easy to climb a mountain, but hard to descend.' When going downstairs, you shouldn't lower your head too much. This makes it seem even more dangerous."

"Okay." Although he said yes, Hu Ziyu was thinking in his heart, I can just bow my head. It doesn't matter if I look dejected. It is much better than performing judo kicks (protective fall) in front of all the immortals in Lingxiao Palace.

Returning to the third floor, the two entered the Zen room adjacent to the bathroom. Constructed of sandalwood and bamboo, the room's interior was spartan, occupying just over ten square meters. Aside from a central hanging scroll inscribed with the words "calm the mind," there was no extraneous decoration. A few old books were scattered on the wood-grained bookshelves. In the corner, a dusty, brown incense burner sat quietly on the floor, as if awaiting its long-absent occupant. While the room was far from solemn and dignified, it possessed a sense of ethereal, tranquil beauty.

As soon as Hu Ziyu entered the Zen room, he kicked off the restraints on his feet and sat down in front of a table. He was so tired! He wanted to go back to the bathroom and massage his swollen toes with a foot bath.