The witch doctor's character can't be broken

"Don't go!"

Chen Qiwen stretched out his hand to push aside the crowded crowd, raised his eyes and looked around, but the flying white sleeves disappeared in an instant like a thunderbolt on the waves.

He was flustered and felt that he had lost the most important thing, but he couldn't remember what it was.

Zhao Ji, escorted by Shen Yulin and others, chased after him, grabbed Chen Qiwen, and was surprised to see the frenzy in his eyes.

"Don't stop me!" Chen Qiwen pushed backhand, almost knocking Zhao Ji down.

Shen Yulin steadied King Xuan, checked that he had no other injuries, opened his tiger eyes wide and shouted at Chen Qiwen: "Presumptuous!"

His loud shout made Chen Qiwen calm down, he cupped his hands to Zhao Ji and said, "Xiaosheng is rude, please forgive me, my lord."

Zhao Ji waved his hand, but was not angry with him.He raised his eyes and looked around, and saw all kinds of gadgets lined up on the stalls, except for the enthusiastic stall owners and vendors, they were all domestic servants sent by the master's family to buy things.

Ordinary people would not travel all the way to the mountains to buy. Their business and livelihood depended entirely on the care of dignitaries who came to Huguo Temple to offer incense.

"But you met someone you know?"

Chen Sheng has lost his memory, and has been brooding about it all the time, Zhao Ji is determined to help him.

Chen Qiwen couldn't explain clearly, his eyes still lingered in the crowd without giving up.

Shen Yulin frowned, couldn't bear him ignoring the prince, and was about to reprimand him, but saw this man rushing to one place without thinking.

Unexpectedly, Chen Qiwen looked so weak that he could run so fast!

Both Zhu Zikuo and Meng Longtan were poor scholars with little money in their pockets. This time they went to Beijing to rush for the exam, and they were suffering from "living in the capital, which is not easy", so they discussed staying in a temple.

It's a pity that today is the [-]th day, there are many pilgrims in the Huguo Temple, the Zhike monk ignored the two poor scholars who came from other places, and only sent a young novice to refuse them.

Huguo Temple is a royal temple, and there has never been a rule for people to live in it.After all, the people who often come and go are the relatives of the emperor, the dignitaries, and dignitaries. If you teach people to mix in at will, it is not a joke to make mistakes.

Meng Longtan sighed for a while, and pulled Zhu Zikuo to go to the temple to the east.

The two of them walked all the way down the mountain, and Wen Ruo's body couldn't bear the fatigue, so he stood at the foot of the mountain to rest for a while.

Unexpectedly, he was pulled back by a rude and crazy student.

Zhu Zikuo was frightened by the sudden appearance of the scholar, seeing him grabbing his sleeve, he hurriedly called Meng Longtan.

"Brother Meng, save me!"

Meng Longtan stood up and protected Zhu Zikuo behind him, before he could speak, he saw that Kuangsheng let go of his hand, his delicate face was full of loneliness.

"Dare to ask, brother..." Meng Longtan looked at his face, he didn't look like an impolite person, so he said cautiously: "But is there any misunderstanding?"

Chen Qiwen glanced at Zhu Zikuo lightly, recalling the rough feel of the sackcloth on his body, and knew that he had recognized the wrong person.

Although that person couldn't remember who it was, he knew that he was a very particular person and definitely wouldn't wear such clothes.

He apologized to the two of them, explaining: "I just had a quick glance and mistook this brother for an old friend. Please forgive me for my impoliteness."

Meng Longtan breathed a sigh of relief, and let Zhu Zikuo behind him come out.

"Zi Kuo, there is a misunderstanding, let's all laugh away the grievances."

Zhu Zikuo saw that he was dressed in extraordinary clothes, and was afraid of causing trouble, so he saluted with a smile and revealed the matter.

Surrounded by Shen Yulin and others, Zhao Ji walked over. Seeing two more scholars rushing for the exam, he asked Chen Qiwen in a low voice, "Are you an old friend?"

Chen Qiwen shook his head, but felt that there was something strange about Zhu Zikuo's eyebrows and eyes.

This strangeness is not because he was born well, or born extravagant.Zhu Zikuo could at best be regarded as a decent-looking scholar, and he looked only a little better than ordinary people.

But when Chen Qiwen looked at him, he felt that this person was really outstanding.

Meng Longtan saw that the later young master was full of noble aura, and he was surrounded by several Kong Wu's extraordinary servants, who were very familiar with the scholar in his speech and demeanor, so he couldn't help but secretly fear.

Fortunately, they did not offend this scholar just now, it seems that they are indeed descendants of a noble family.

"Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, can Xiaosheng and his friends leave?"

Meng Longtan traveled all the way from Jiangxi, knowing that there are many powerful people in the capital, if he is not careful, he will cause trouble, so he is very restrained and cautious on weekdays.Zhu Zikuo really wanted to get acquainted, but seeing Meng Longtan winking, he had no choice but to restrain his clinging thoughts.

Zhao Ji remembered the matter of entering the palace tomorrow, and said, "Let's go back too."

"I don't want to go back to the palace today. I'm going to discuss the classics and history collections with these two scholars. The prince can go back by himself."

Chen Qiwen leaned forward and whispered a few words in Zhao Ji's ear, regardless of whether he agreed or not, he stepped forward to chat with Meng Zhu.Knowing that they want to spend the night in the wild temple in the east, they want to go together.

Zhao Ji's expression was hesitant, and he raised his hand to untie the purse on his waist and handed it over, "Take care of yourself, my king will pick you up tomorrow."

Shen Yulin winked, and a guard came out silently, following behind Chen Qiwen not far or near, both for protection and surveillance.

The carriage of Prince Xuan's Mansion drove slowly towards the city, Zhao Ji lifted the curtain and looked at it for a while, then put down the curtain again.

Meng Longtan was terrified when he heard the voice of "my lord", but Zhu Zikuo was more eloquent than usual, talking to Chen Qiwen all the way.

The three of them reported their families to each other, and it was only then that Chen Qiwen knew that they all entered Beijing in advance to prepare for the Spring Festival in February next year.

It's not even November yet, and it's too early.

Meng Longtan showed shame, "I've been working behind closed doors all day long, not knowing the direction of the wind in Beijing, and I was afraid that the article would be out of date, so I entered Beijing in advance."

If the time is pressed, there may be some delays due to the high mountains and long rivers, and even more fear that the fatigue of the boat will affect the performance.It's better to go to Beijing early, and still have a chance to learn from Beijing Zhongjuzi.

Meng Longtan was not a rebellious and noble scholar, he read sage books just to be an official and glorify his family, so he was often called a vulgar philistine.

Sure enough, Zhu Zikuo laughed at him as "disgraceful to gentlemen".

Chen Qiwen asked back: "Why did Brother Zhu come to Beijing?"

Zhu Zikuo scoffed, "I was born in a remote village, and I want to appreciate the scenery of the capital as soon as possible."

Although this statement is not necessarily a lie, it is not the whole truth.Chen Qiwen smiled from the bottom of his heart, but he liked the bright and straightforward Meng Longtan more.

"arrive."

The forest in the east is very dense, and a small ancient temple is built on the mountainside, which seems to be far away from the world of mortals. It is more Zen-like than the bustling Huguo Temple.

The halls and monks' houses in this temple are all cramped and small, except for the old monk sitting in meditation at the entrance, there is not even a trace of life.

This old monk also came from wandering, temporarily resting in this temple, when he saw them coming, he straightened his monk's robe and came forward to greet them.

"Old monk Huijing, I have seen three benefactors."

Meng Longtan returned a salute, introduced himself to the three of them, and begged him to take them around the temple.

Huijing agreed with a smile, and led the three of them around the temple to watch.

This wild temple has been old for a long time, no one takes care of it, and it has become dilapidated, but the statues and houses inside are not damaged, which does not prevent them from staying.

Meng Longtan was relieved, and was about to carry his luggage to the backyard, but Chen Qiwen pointed to the statue of Zhigong in the main hall and asked, "Who is this?"

"This is Zen Master Zhigong."

Zhu Zikuo squinted his eyes and pointed to the west wall, "The murals on it are so lifelike that I have only seen them in my life."

Meng Longtan walked up to appreciate it, and then told them to look at the wall on the east side: "There are a lot of goddesses scattered flowers on the top."

Zhu Zikuo took a look at the one with the hanging hair among the girls, and saw that she was wearing a goose-yellow skirt, holding flowers in her hands, and her eyes were eager to speak, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Chen Qiwen saw that his expression was different, so he also moved closer to take a closer look. Sure enough, many lively and charming women were painted on it, each with different styles, just like strangers.

He exclaimed in his heart, and suddenly saw the eyeballs of the woman carrying the basket roll, and she actually gave him a wink.

Scattered fragments flashed in the depths of Chen Qiwen's memory, as if the temple was not a good place to go.He wanted to walk away from the wall, but found that he couldn't move.

There was an inexplicable gravitational force drawing him into the wall.

He was flustered and felt that something bad was going to happen.

A ray of cool and delicate fragrance came to the nostrils, like the plum blossoms blooming on the snow-capped mountains, mixed with a little astringent taste of herbs.A hand rested lightly on his shoulder, pulling him back slowly.

Chen Qiwen was overjoyed, but not because his imprisoned body was free again.

He hurriedly turned his face to look, and saw a young man as frosty as snow standing behind him, with a hint of anger in his cold eyes like spots of paint.

Chen Qiwen flinched and lowered his head like a child who made a mistake.

Meng Longtan was overwhelmed by this young man, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

He saw that this young man was similar in figure to Zhu Sheng, and he was wearing white clothes, so he guessed that he was the one Chen Sheng mistook.Seeing Chen Sheng secretly holding his clothes, he didn't think it was strange.

The doctor took a quick glance at the old monk and saw that he retreated silently, so he pulled his sleeve back from Chen Qiwen's hand.

"You, do you recognize me!" Chen Qiwen was anxious and clenched his sleeves even more tightly.

"Recognize."

His voice was like gurgling water under the snow on a winter night, clear and cold.

Chen Qiwen's bright eyes dimmed, but he still cheered up, "I forgot many things, can you tell me your name?"

"Doctor continued."

Chen Qiwen's heart trembled, "I know, it's a doctor with a 'benevolent doctor'."

There was a flash of light flashing across the eyes of the doctor, and it was even more novel to see that he didn't look like he remembered.

"I'm just a doctor who travels around." He revealed the green straw basket behind his back.

Chen Qiwen nodded and was about to speak when Meng Longtan said, "Ziguo is gone!"

Zhu Zikuo was standing next to Chen Qiwen just now, and the two of them looked at the goddess on the wall with a distance of half shoulder width.Meng Longtan looked around, but Zhu Sheng was nowhere to be seen, and even the old monk who led the way did not know where he was going.

A guess floated in Chen Qiwen's mind, hesitating whether to say it or not, so he went to see a doctor with a broken expression.

The doctor continued to nod slightly, motioning for him to speak.

Chen Qiwen clenched his fists: "Zhu Sheng, Zhu Sheng was captured by the goblin in the mural!"

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Eldest brother, Master was captured by monsters!