The coldest time of the day is Mao Shi.
At this time, there were still two or three hours before dawn. In ancient times, the air was not polluted, so the night was not actually that dark.
Under the moonlight, you can vaguely see the mountain gate of the deserted temple not far away.
Yi Ning walked from a distance, watching as he walked, with a leisurely look. He would recite poems about the earth for a while, then lean over and pull off a mint leaf, put it on the tip of his nose and smell it.
Mint has the effect of dispersing wind and heat, refreshing and benefiting the eyes. In previous lives, Yi Ning liked to carry a few leaves of mint with him.
"A white head can't be replaced by snow, but meeting each other is already a sign of good luck."
Yi Ning recalled Wang Ergou's dissipated expression before, and couldn't help but feel emotional.
"Who is in front? Is it Young Master Yi?" At this time, Xu Yaochen's voice sounded from a patch of grass half as tall as a man.
Yi Ning looked towards the grass and saw Xu Yaochen looking nervous, using the cover of the weeds to look at him.
This made Yi Ning a little funny and asked: "Why is Mr. Xu like this?"
After finishing speaking, Xu Yaochen took a long breath and put the butcher's knife into his sleeve.
The scholar's physical strength was indeed weak. When he came to Yi Ning's side, he was out of breath.
Yi Ning took off the wine bottle from his waist and said, "I'm afraid your body can't withstand the cold wind. Take a sip of wine to warm yourself up."
Xu Yaochen didn't show any pretense. After thanking him, he raised the wine bottle and took a few sips. He didn't hold it back for a moment, which made him cough.
After drinking the wine, Xu Yaochen asked, "Brother Yi, where have you been?"
"That innocent ghost has some unfulfilled wishes, so I went to help him out."
"The ghost still has a wish?"
"Ghosts were also humans when they were alive, so they naturally have wishes."
Yi Ning's face was filled with sadness, and then he explained the matter in a nutshell.
After Xu Yaochen heard this, he regretted: "What a loyal woman. It's a pity that I fainted before and couldn't see her beauty."
"Aren't you afraid anymore?"
"Today I learned that people can turn into ghosts after death, so I'm not afraid anymore."
Xu Yaochen continued, "In my life, I respect people who are loyal and righteous the most. If I can't be one of them, I am not a real man."
"Good ambition!" Yi Ning nodded in praise.
"By the way, I just heard Brother Yi recite poetry. He is really talented. Are you going to Chaoyang Mansion to participate in the government examination?" Xu Yaochen asked.
"I'm not a scholar, but I do have some things to do when I go to Chaoyang Mansion."
Hearing about Chaoyang Mansion, Yi Ning remembered Cai'er's wish. During this journey, he had not been to the big city yet. He just took this opportunity to see the state of the people in Daqian Kingdom and take a look at the long-famous elixir. Pavilion.
In recent days, he has made plans for his future.
Regardless of whether it was before or after time travel, Yi Ning always had only one goal, to save all living beings from water and fire, and to continue his unique learning for the saints.
As for practicing magic and so on, it is just a hobby, not a responsibility.
Adding at most one more, with magic power, can prevent medical accidents from happening.
After communicating with the land tonight and learning that there are hundreds of schools of thought and that there are no doctors in the world, Yi Ning's goal became clearer.
Promote traditional Chinese medicine and let medical knowledge benefit the world!
Therefore, he wants to re-establish a medical family in this world.
He wants to start a sect!
This road will definitely not be easy to walk, it will definitely be difficult, but Yi Ning is not afraid.
Although there are thousands of people, I am willing to go!
To govern the world, we must first govern people, and to govern people, we must first govern our thoughts.
There are so many people in the world and there is a constant stream of patients. It is impossible for Yi Ning to save them all. Even if he recruits many disciples, he still can't save them.
Therefore, he has to travel far and wide to understand all living beings in this world and understand the thoughts of the people, so that he can prescribe the right medicine and change their deep-rooted thoughts. Only when the thoughts are changed can Chinese medicine advance.
The colleagues are enemies, and he still wants to see the attitude of the Immortal Alchemy Pavilion, or the attitude of the alchemist.
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Not long after, the sky turned a little fish belly white.
At the gate of Huangsi Mountain, Xu Yaochen was sitting on the steps in the distance, munching steamed buns and carrying Confucian books on his back.
On the other side, Yi Ning was saying goodbye to Lou Weng.
"Senior, this is my message jade card. It is useful in Daqian Kingdom. If you need it, please contact me." Lou Weng said, holding up a jade stone.
Last night really scared him. He had thought that Yi Ning's cultivation level was high, but he didn't expect it to be so high.
Until now, he didn't dare to think about those eyes.
Lou Weng was not clear about the division of the upper five realms, and he had never come into contact with an expert in the upper five realms before.
But it is certain that this senior is one of the best among the top people in the world.
So, after his five senses returned, Lou Weng made up his mind to hug this thigh.
"Okay, I'll accept it." Yi Ning took the jade card and put it in her arms.
He didn't know what Land Master was thinking, but Yi Ning herself had many questions and wanted to ask for advice.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, he asked them one by one.
For example, the cultivation methods of hundreds of schools of thought in this world.
For example, the relationship between practitioners and the court.
Lou Weng has become accustomed to Yi Ning's common sense questions, and he also talks about everything he knows.
An hour later, Yi Ning learned a lot of information.
The cultivation of hundreds of schools of thought is divided into three major stages, but each school's cultivation method will be different.
For example, Taoism emphasizes that tall buildings rise from the ground, and cultivation is accumulated bit by bit.
But Confucianism and Buddhism, which are both the three major sects in the world, are different.
The cultivation of Buddhism all depends on the power of faith in the body, and the power of faith comes from the incense of the people. It is somewhat similar to the gods, but the latter's cultivation is limited by the god's position.
The Confucians are even more outrageous. Their cultivation depends on the amount of Haoran Qi in their bodies.
But the generation of awe-inspiring Qi depends entirely on sudden enlightenment. It is possible that a cute child can generate awe-inspiring Qi after reading a poem and enter the next five realms.
But most of them have read books for a lifetime without even a trace of awe.
I heard from Lou Weng that today's literary saints suddenly had an epiphany and became literary saints in one step only when they were old and dying. This is a role model for all Confucian monks.
This also explains why they all read Confucian books, but Xu Yaochen is a mortal.
Thinking of this, Yi Ning looked in the direction of Xu Yaochen and saw that he had finished eating and was packing his luggage.
So Yi Ning said goodbye to Lou Weng.
Lou Weng also wanted to give it away, but Yi Ning refused with a smile.
On the path of the deserted temple, the two figures drifted away.
But Lou Weng was still looking into the distance.
After a long time, a figure appeared next to Lou Weng, it was He Bo.
He Bo followed him for a while and asked, "Why don't you ask for this great opportunity?"
"Begging? How to beg?"
There was a touch of bitterness on the corner of Lou Weng's mouth, "This senior must have calculated all the causes and consequences. He didn't take the initiative to speak. How could I dare to push it too far? Leaving the jade plate behind is already a great opportunity."
"Yes, and from what you said, this senior is not a monk from Buddhism, Taoism or Confucianism, nor is he an alchemist. I'm afraid it won't be easy to save that stupid cow." He Bo sighed softly.
Lou Weng said no more, he looked towards the main hall of the deserted temple.
The statue in the main hall is not a god or a Buddha, but a stone sculpture of a buffalo.
It's just that at this time, the stone sculpture has been broken into two sections, and the cow's body is covered with dust. I don't know how many years it has gone through to look like this.
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