Yaowang Pagoda is located on a mountain facing water, with almost no people around, making it very quiet.

Snow piled on the eaves of the tower, and a group of crows flew out of the broken windows on the top of the tower, making shrill cries and hovering above the ruined tower for a long time...

According to Cui Langzhong, the location of this ruined tower is where Chen Chusheng's original medical cottage was located. However, the ground licked by the fire in the early years has long been covered by trees and grass, and the traces of lightning strikes are also blurred in the desolation.

Unclear.

It was quiet all around.

Ma Fan did not come.

Xin Yi crossed his arms coldly and walked towards Yaowang Pagoda.

The tower is nine stories high, with dougongs and double towers. Each floor is an octagonal hollow structure made of brick and wood. It looks very majestic at first glance, but the bricks and stones at the door are covered with moss and weeds, and it's so dark inside that you can't see anything clearly.

.

This Tower Xinyi has been here before - in the game. It is still called Yaowang Tower, but it doesn't look so desolate, and it doesn't have so many stories.

As flashes of light flashed before his eyes, reality and games alternated repeatedly. Xin Yi felt as if he had entered a distorted time and space, and he didn't know which one was real.

A melodious erhu sound floated in the air, as if coming from the sky.

Xin Yi couldn't hear what the music was, but the sound was sad and sad, as if someone was sobbing, more like it was played at a funeral to mourn the death of a relative.

Bang! The half-decayed wooden door fell down amid the sound of music.

Xin Yi's breath stagnated, and he subconsciously grabbed the boning knife at his waist, "Who?"

"Little lady, come in." A voice came from the broken tower.

Peaceful, indifferent, and a familiarity that doesn't last long.

Xin Yi looked back and saw that the sky was gloomy and the fields were vast. There were only trees trembling in the cold wind in the wilderness, and not a single person could be seen.

Where are Fu Jiuqu's people?

She hesitated for a moment and walked into the broken tower door.

The Medicine King enshrined in the main hall has an unclear face, and beneath his seat are pieces of finely carved relief boulders. The base and the top of the tower are relatively high, and they look solemn and cold.

Cui Langzhong turned his back to the pagoda door and stood in front of Medicine King Bodhisattva, with his hands clasped together.

"Why you? Where's Ma Fan?" Xin Yi walked over slowly.

The ground is uneven, the light is dim, and there are growing weeds.

She even heard her own echo.

"He won't come." Cui Langzhong slowly turned around.

His face was calmer than usual, lacking his usual humility and smile. His eyes were cold and sharp, and his whole person was sharp and gloomy.

"Ma Fan left Bianjing before dawn today and took a boat to the south."

"Really?" Xin Yi looked at him for a moment, suddenly smiled, then looked at the pagoda hall and said with emotion:

"I have been married to Zhangjia Village for some time, but I rarely go out. I have never been to Yaowang Pagoda. I never thought that there would be such a spectacular place..."

As she spoke, she stepped forward and followed Cui Langzhong's example, clasping her hands together and bowing.

Cui Langzhong raised his eyebrows slightly and his voice was a bit disdainful.

"Young lady, don't ask, why am I here?"

Xin Yi asked in surprise: "I don't understand what Dr. Cui said. Didn't I ask you to come? Ma Fan made an appointment with me, and I made an appointment with you... Oh yes, you have already met Ma Fan,

Then why didn't he come to pay homage to Imperial Physician Chen? Why did he leave the capital on urgent matters?"

Cui Langzhong looked at Xin Yi calmly and gently stroked his beard.

"Young lady, you are pretending to be confused because you understand."

After saying that, he raised his head, half-squinted his eyes, looked at the top of the dark tower, and murmured.

"Since you suspect it's me, why do you still come?"

Xin Yi pursed her lips and showed a hint of a smile.

"So, you admit it? The executioner who committed numerous crimes in Zhangjiacun, even at the expense of unborn babies, is you, the doctor who hangs the pot to save the world?"

Mr. Cui smiled sadly, "Since the day you told me about Nux vomica, you have been testing me again and again. Don't you want this result?"

Looking at her, it seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed like only a moment. He suddenly took the fire folder and lit the dusty candle on the dusty altar in front of Medicine King Bodhisattva's throne.

"I have a story, I wonder if you would like to hear it."

The hoarse voice was filled with desolation and decisive hopelessness.

Before Xin Yi could speak, he sighed again.

"It has been buried deep in my heart for a long time, and it has become a secret disease that I can't express anymore..."

Xin Yi asked calmly: "Why me?"

Mr. Cui turned his face slightly, looked into her bright eyes, and smiled slightly, "I don't know where you come from, but you are the second person besides me who knows Nux Vomica."

Besides him?

What about Chen Chusheng?

Xin Yi's heart skipped a beat and he said nothing.

Cui Langzhong walked wearily towards a wooden table in the middle of the pagoda hall. Behind him, a lit candle gave off a warm yellow glow, illuminating the old Langzhong's bony back, sending a chill down his spine.

"Come here and have a few sips with me, and I'll tell you the answer, which will grant your wish."

He sat down, coughed slightly, and waved to Xin Yi.

A wooden table and three wooden chairs were very old and covered with thick dust, but Cui Langzhong didn't mind them. He wiped them with his sleeve and took out the wine jar and wine bowl from under the table.

"I didn't expect to tell this story to my children. When should I start telling it?"

He was talking to himself, his old face was illuminated strangely by the faint light, but his body under the green robe looked extremely weak. Seeing Xin Yi motionless, he seemed to have remembered something from the past, his face was covered with

laugh.

"You are very much like my daughter. Stubborn, stubborn, hot-tempered, and quirky."

Xin Yi was slightly startled, "I'm honored."

Mr. Cui held the sleeves of his robe, slowly wiped away the dust on the wooden table with a wrinkled hand, and coughed. His whole body was shrouded in dim candlelight, and every word he spoke was extremely abrupt.

"This table is a few years old, and so are the chairs. I used to sit here and eat tea served by my daughter..."

Xin Yi said nothing and looked at him silently.

There seemed to be too many stories about this old doctor, weighing him down and making the pagoda hall filled with a low-pressure atmosphere. Sadness permeated the space, making it difficult to breathe.

"I am an ordinary doctor. I was born into a medical family. I have practiced medicine since I was a child. I have devoted myself to research. I am not familiar with worldly affairs and the ways of the world... Later, I went to the Imperial Pharmacy and the Imperial Palace to give medicine and compile medical books. This was also to promote medical theory and let the world know it.

Less pain and suffering..."

Xin Yi frowned. It wasn't too surprising, but it was still a shock.

"Are you Dr. Chen?"

The old man smiled faintly, took the wine jar and slowly poured it into the cup.

"I know nothing about the ways of officialdom. I was provoked by villains, offended officials, and was demoted and dismissed without any unwillingness. I never did evil to others. I lived in seclusion in Zhangjiacun with peace of mind, stayed in a house to practice medicine, and tried my best to treat the villagers' diseases.

, I often use my own money to subsidize medicinal materials, and I never feel guilty..."

The bean fire is like blood, flickering slightly.

The old man slowly raised his head, his eyes were as red as tears, the light flickered, and his voice was choked with sobs.

"But this world, this world..."

He paused, then picked at the wooden table with his fingers, word by word.

"Specializes in bullying good people."

Xin Yi silently walked over and sat down.

The old man lowered his head slightly and did not move for a long time.

…

The weather that year was particularly strange. Before the winter months arrived, the weather was as cold as winter. The vegetation was frosty, the wind was biting, and a layer of floating ice formed on the river.

There was a woman in Zhangjia Village who suffered from a root cause of illness after giving birth and could not be cured for a long time. In order to seek medical treatment for her, Chen Chusheng went to Laoshan Mountain to look for his master. Unexpectedly, this trip was to say goodbye to his family forever.

When he returned to Zhangjia Village, more than ten members of his family had already laid their bodies on the ground, and a raging fire was burning in the hospital building. His daughter, who was so painful that she was in pain, was exposed to the cold wind with no clothes on. The villagers gathered around her.

At the scene, people were pointing and talking about how their home had been robbed, and some people were vividly describing how the thieves broke into the house, burned, killed and humiliated them.

No one in the entire village came out to stop him.

Even, no one put a robe on her naked wife and daughter, leaving them exposed in the ice and snow, being watched...

The old man's face was dark and his voice sounded extremely sinister.

"And my junior brother, Cui You, who came all the way to Bianjing to deliver medical prescriptions, also died at the hands of thieves..."
To be continued...