Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 304 That's it!

Xin Yi followed Fu Jiuqu out of the carriage and looked up at the red-hot sun, but his body didn't feel burning, and his spirit immediately recovered.

"It's still comfortable in the mountains. Let's go, brother Jiu will follow me to get some cool food and have a full meal."

Laolao Mountain is like an uncivilized barren hill, overgrown with weeds and without paths. It is very difficult for several people to find their way while walking.

Duan Sui asked curiously: "My lady, is there really a temple on this mountain? It doesn't look like it. Who comes to this barren mountain to offer incense?"

Xin Yi smiled and said, "There are not only temples, but also monks, wells, and food."

Duan Sui was very curious about what a monk who could store tens of thousands of catties of grain looked like, but he never expected that this monk was actually very young and handsome.

He looked about 25 or [-] years old, with a friendly face and a monk's robe fluttering on the steps outside the temple gate, waving bergamot and calling Amitabha.

"All benefactors, it's finally here."

Everyone was startled.

Even Xin Yi was dumbfounded.

"How did Master know we would come?"

The monk smiled lightly, "My little monk watched the sky at night. Today, a nobleman came to the door. I saw magpies singing again in the morning. I was sure that the nobleman had arrived, so I prepared tea and food. I am waiting for you here..."

Xin Yi turned pale with shock.

She doesn't believe in watching the sky at night and magpies chirping.

This monk can know in advance, maybe he is a time traveler like her...

Xin Yi was very excited, and his whole mind was active. When he walked into the temple under the leadership of the monk, he turned countless turns in his mind, and finally came up with a way to test him.

"Master, I had a nightmare a while ago, and I woke up very worried. I wonder if you can help me resolve it?"

The monk smiled slightly: "The almsgiver, come and listen to me, little monk?"

Xin Yi stared into his dark brown eyes, and said slowly: "I dreamed of a game called "Bianjing Fu". I was in the game, and I was outside the game..."

The monk's expression didn't change at all, he looked at her calmly, as if waiting for the next step.

Xin Yi asked, "Master, have you heard of this game?"

The monk replied: "Dare to ask the benefactor, what is a game?"

Is this ignorance?
Xin Yi was a little disappointed, "It's almost like singing on a stage..."

The monk hummed softly, "Where is the dream of the benefactor? Why don't you explain it in detail, and the little monk can help you with a little bit of it?"

Xin Yi opened his mouth, and was about to continue probing, when Fu Jiuqu coughed lightly, speaking coldly.

"Jiwu, don't tease her anymore."

Xin Yi was so shocked that he turned to look at him like a ghost.

"How do you know his name is Jiwu?"

Fu Jiuqu frowned: "You also know?"

Xin Yi stared at Fu Jiuqu, her heart beating wildly.

Could it be that he was the one who crossed over?

Seeing her keep looking at him, Fu Jiuqu sighed slightly, "I've known him since I was eight years old, do you think I know?"

Be caught off guard.

Xin Yi couldn't make up his mind and was stunned.

Fu Jiuqu smiled lazily, "Last night I sent someone to deliver a message. He didn't prepare food and was waiting at the gate of the temple, so I must skin him?"

Xin Yi raised his eyes again, and saw the captain who was begging for water last night standing in the courtyard of the temple. There was a buzzing in his head, and he almost died on the spot.

This is Fu Jiuqu.

Calling her a liar, who is the liar?

Fu Jiuqu saw her face changing, and smiled thoughtfully, "Let's go, brother has prepared a vegetarian meal for us, just for a change."

With a smile in his voice, he took Xin Yi's hand and walked into the Zen room, ignoring the surprised gaze of the monk named Ji Wu.

This temple does not occupy a large area, but the environment is quiet and beautiful, and it is a good place for practicing.

This Jiwu monk has reclaimed a lot of vegetable fields in the backyard of the small temple. In this season, there is drought and famine outside, and this place is like a paradise. There is no need to worry about food and drink, and there are fruits and vegetables, everything you expect.

Not only that, Monk Jiwu also has good cooking skills, saying that it is a vegetarian meal, without any meat, but the big steamed buns are white and soft, the tofu is tender and delicious, the fried bamboo shoots are crispy and delicious, and the magnolia is on the carriage. After so many days, I almost swallowed my tongue when I ate such a vegetarian meal so suddenly.

Fragrant.

Really fragrant.

Xin Yi washed his hands comfortably with mountain spring water, sat back in the meditation room and listened to them talking, only then did he know that this monk Jiwu was also Di Qing's apprentice.

He grew up by Di Qing's side when he was young, and was raised by Di Qing as his half-son. When he became an adult, he returned to his hometown and became a monk to practice. However, he has not broken contact with his master these years.

Last year, when Nong Zhigao was about to make a move, the imperial court had the intention of conscripting. At that time, he often wrote to talk about the situation here.The tens of thousands of catties of grain in the cellar have been prepared since then.

Fu Jiuqu and Ji did not reminisce about the past, their faces were calm and calm.

Xin Yi sat on one side, listening with his ears up while eating, feeling uneasy for a long time.

Previously, I saw the protagonist who traveled through time, taking advantage of the golden fingers to crush the ancients casually, and felt that it was only natural for modern people to be smarter than the ancients, but this incident completely changed her view...

The wisdom of the ancients is no worse than that of the later generations. People like Di Qing and Fu Jiuqu are the best among the ancients.

Those who always think that time travel can crush the ancients are just wishful thinking.

Compared to such a well-known historical figure, in the final analysis, she is just a small shrimp in later generations. If she hadn't taken advantage of the prophet's plot, how could she have any skills...

Xin Yi was depressed.

Suddenly, I felt that there was a huge gap between me and Fu Jiuqu. I felt that I was a joke today. I felt that Fu Damowang was deliberately waiting to see her joke...

The steamed buns in my mouth suddenly lost their fragrance.

Ji Wu suddenly looked over and smiled at Xin Yi.

"I have long heard that there is a young lady who is very talented and beautiful by my junior brother's side. I can see her today, and she really lives up to her reputation."

Xin Yi said politely in embarrassment, "If you want it, you don't have it. If you want face, there is only half of it left."

"Half sheet?"

"Well, that half of the card was beaten badly."

Ji Wu was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Forgive me for asking, how did the little lady know about Grandma Mountain and about me?"

Xin Yi glanced at Fu Jiuqu, a little embarrassed.

"I just... dreamed about it. Didn't I just want to ask the master?"

Jing Jing nodded as if suddenly enlightened, and sighed faintly.

"The Saha world is born with a single thought. There are no surprises, and everything is possible. In ancient times, there was Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies, and today there is a temple of Niangzi's dream. It is a dream, but also awakening. Everything is an illusion."

"That's right, that's right, Master Gao Lun."

Xin Yi Zhengchou didn't know how to explain it to Fu Jiuqu, so the monk helped her explain it with such uncommon and difficult-to-understand words that were most suitable for fooling people.

She then sighed, "Where do things in the world come from, and where do they end, there is no clarity and no form, and all things that are active are like dreams and bubbles."

Jiwu smiled lightly, and turned to Fu Jiuqu.

"When will the younger brother meet up with the teacher?"

Fu Jiuqu said calmly: "After dinner. Do you want to go with me?"

Ji Wu avoids his gaze, and smiles faintly, "If you escape into Buddhism, you will end the world of mortals, I'd better not go."

Fu Jiuqu squinted at him, silent for a moment, then nodded.

"If my teacher hadn't told me to go up the mountain, I wouldn't have come to persuade you. Everyone has their own fate. It's fate if you can let it go, and it's fate if you can't let it go. It's up to you!"

Ji Wu smiled and did not answer.

After the meal, Xin Yi had the cheek to take a bath in the spring water in the temple. When he came out, Sui had already loaded several horses with dry food and drinking buckets, which was regarded as a solution to the urgent need.

Ji Wu sent them to the mountain, and when he parted, he said sadly: "Junior Brother, please remember to say hello to my mentor. Those food, you can ask for it at any time, and you can send someone to pick it up at any time..."

Fu Jiuqu nodded: "Take care."

"Take care." Ji Wu bowed slightly.

Xin Yi walked into the scorching sun, and when he turned his head, he could still see the lonely swaying monk's robe standing in the mountains.

"Brother, you are so strange. Why did you go to the mountains alone to become a monk?"

Fu Jiuqu turned his head: "Didn't you dream about it?"

Xin Yi pursed his lips, always feeling that there was something in Fu Jiuqu's words.He obviously didn't believe her excuses.

"I can't dream of other people's privacy."

Fu Jiuqu smiled, "If it's possible, I'd like to dream about your privacy."

Xin Yi: "..."

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With food and water, Ji Wei and others greeted them happily, and they did not know how much flattery such as "the king of the county" was said.

But he never imagined that this would be his last meal... the meal of decapitation.

When the sun was shining in the afternoon, Fu Jiuqu arrived at the camp of Di Qingzheng's Southern Army.

It happened that Di Qing was throwing a tantrum——

Yang Wenguang, the pioneer of the Song Army, arrived in Guizhou before the main force of the southern conquest arrived.

The leading troops led by Yang Wenguang had a disadvantageous battle and were trapped for a time.In the end, although Yang Wenguang was able to escape, the Song army suffered heavy losses.

The most important thing is that it affected morale and made Nong Zhigao's prestige, which made Di Qing very annoyed.

Xin Yi didn't expect to see the famous Yang family general here, and she was a little excited. Although Yang Wenguang was in his early fifties at this time, she couldn't take her eyes off her eyes.

This is the hero in storytelling, the son of Yang Zongbao and Mu Guiying...

"Teacher." Fu Jiuqu coughed, glanced over Xin Yi, and said to Di Qing, "I would like to be the vanguard and fight with General Yang, and meet Nong Zhigao for a while."

Di Qing snorted and asked instead of agreeing to his request.

"You brought back Ji Wei, a coward, just to lead him in the front line?"

"No." Fu Jiuqu smiled faintly, "I want to use him as a sacrificial flag to boost morale."

　Xin Yi: I was shocked today, I felt that my IQ was not as good as the ancients, so I started emo~
　　Fu Jiuqu: Don't be discouraged, after all you can dream...

　　Xin Yi: I suspect that you are insulting me, but I have no proof.

　　Fu Jiuqu: It doesn't matter, there is everything in the dream.

　　PS: Sisters and sisters, please ask for tickets~~
　　
　
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