Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 49 See the truth in the Medicine King Tower

The Yaowang Pagoda sits on the mountain and faces the water, and there are few people around it, so it is very quiet.

The snow piled on the eaves of the tower, and a group of crows flew out from the broken windows on the top of the tower, screaming shrilly, hovering over the ruined tower for a long time...

According to Cui Langzhong, the location of this dilapidated pagoda is where Chen Chusheng's original medical hut was located, but 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 barrenness unclear.

It was quiet all around.

Ma Fan didn't come.

Xin Yi folded his arms coldly and walked towards the Yaowang Pagoda.

The tower is nine stories high, with bucket arches and heavy buildings. Each floor is an octagonal hollow structure made of brick and wood. It looks majestic at first glance, but the bricks and stones at the door are full of moss and weeds, and the inside is dark, and nothing can be seen clearly. .

This tower Xinyi has been here - in the game.It is still called Yaowang Pagoda, but it is not so desolate, and there are not so many stories.

Flickering in front of 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 fluttered, as if it came from the sky.

Xin Yi couldn't tell what the song was, but the voice was resentful and sad, as if someone was sobbing and crying, more like it was played in mourning for a dead relative at a funeral.

boom!The half decayed wooden door fell to the sound of the song.

Xin Yi's breath was stagnant, 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 is not long gone.

Xin Yi glanced back, the sky was gloomy and the surrounding fields were vast.In the wilderness, there are only trees shivering in the cold wind, and there is no one in sight.

Where are Fu Jiuqu's people?

She hesitated for a moment, then walked into the broken tower gate.

The King of Medicine is enshrined in the main hall, whose face is not clear. Under the seat are huge pieces of exquisitely carved relief stones. The base and the top of the tower are relatively high, which looks solemn and cold.

With his back to the pagoda gate, Cui Langzhong stood in front of the Medicine King Bodhisattva, clasped his hands together.

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

The ground is uneven, dimly lit, and weeds grow.

She even heard an echo from herself.

"He won't come." Cui Langzhong turned his head slowly.

His face was calmer than usual, without the usual humility and smile, his eyes were cold and blade-like, and his whole person was sharp and gloomy.

"Ma Fan left Bianjing before dawn today, and went south by boat."

"Really?" Xin Yi and him looked at each other for a moment, then smiled, looked at the pagoda hall in a blink of an eye, and said with emotion:
"I have been married to Zhangjia Village for some time, but I rarely go out, and I have never been to the Yaowang Pagoda. I never thought that there would be such a magnificent place..."

As she spoke, she stepped forward, following Cui Langzhong's example, clasping her hands together and making a bow.

Cui Langzhong slightly raised his eyebrows, and his voice was somewhat disdainful.

"Young lady, don't ask, why is the old man here?"

Xin Yi asked in surprise: "I can't understand Doctor Cui's words. Didn't I ask you to come here? Ma Fan asked me, so I asked you... Oh yes, you have already met Ma Fan, Then why didn't he come to pay homage to Imperial Physician Chen and leave Beijing urgently?"

Cui Langzhong looked at Xin Yi calmly, stroked his beard lightly.

"Little lady is pretending to be confused."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head, half-closed his eyes, looked at the top of the dark pagoda, and murmured.

"Since you suspect it's me, why are you still here?"

Xin Yi pursed his lips, showing a hint of a smile.

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

Cui Langzhong smiled sadly, "Since the day you told me Nux, you have been testing me again and again, don't you want this result?"

Looking at her, it seemed like it had been a long time, and it seemed that it was only a moment. He suddenly took the fire folder and lit the dusty candle on the dusty altar in front of the Medicine King Bodhisattva.

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

The hoarse voice was desolate and resolutely hopeless.

Before Xin Yi could speak, he sighed again.

"Buried in the bottom of my heart for a long time, it has become a secret illness, and I can't spit it out..."

Xin Yi asked lightly, "Why me?"

Cui Langzhong turned his face slightly, fixed her bright eyes, and smiled slightly, "I don't know where you come from, but you are the second person besides me who knows Ma Qianzi."

Except him?

What about Chen Chusheng?
Xin Yi's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't speak.

Cui Langzhong walked wearily to a wooden table in the middle of the pagoda hall. Behind him, the lit candles gave off a warm yellow halo, which shone on the old Langzhong's bony back, creating a chill.

"Come and have a few sips with me, and I will tell you the answer, and your wish will be fulfilled."

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

A wooden table and three wooden chairs were very dilapidated and covered with thick dust, but Cui Langzhong didn't dislike them, wiped them with his sleeves, and then took out the wine jars and bowls from under the table.

"I didn't expect this story to be told to my little friend. 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 remember something from the past, his face was covered with bruises. laugh.

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

Xin Yi was slightly taken aback, "I'm very honored."

Cui Langzhong strangled the sleeve of his robe, and with a wrinkled hand, he slowly wiped off the dust on the wooden table, coughing, his whole body shrouded in the dim candlelight, every word he said was extremely abrupt.

"This table has been around for some years, and so have the chairs. I used to sit here and eat tea from my daughter..."

Xin Yi didn't speak, just looked at him silently.

There seemed to be too many stories about this old man, which made him unable to breathe, and filled the pagoda hall with a low-pressure atmosphere, and the sadness permeated the space, making it difficult to breathe.

"I am an ordinary doctor. I was born in a medical family. I have studied medicine since I was a child. I have devoted myself to research. I am ignorant of world affairs and human relationships... Later, I went to the Royal Pharmacy Institute and the imperial court to serve medicine and write medical books. It is also to promote medical principles and let the world Less tormented by illness..."

Xin Yi frowned, not too surprised, but still shocked.

"Are you Doctor Chen?"

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

"I don't know anything about the way of officialdom. I was provoked by villains, offended the officials, and was dismissed from office. I was not unwilling. I never did evil to others. I lived in seclusion in Zhangjia Village with peace of mind, and practiced medicine in a hut. , I often subsidize medicinal materials out of my own pocket, and I have never been half guilty..."

The bean fire was like blood, flickering slightly.

The old man raised his head slowly, his eyes were as red as weeping blood, the dim light flickered, his voice seemed choked with sobs.

"But this world, this world..."

He paused, and moved his fingers on the wooden table, saying every word.

"Dedicated to bullying good people."

Xin Yi silently approached and sat down.

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

……

The weather of that year was exceptionally weird. Before the winter month, the weather was as cold as winter. The vegetation was frosty, the wind was bitter, and a layer of ice floe formed on the small river.

There was a woman in Zhangjia Village who suffered from a serious 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 to find his master. Unexpectedly, this trip was a farewell to his family.

When he returned to Zhangjia Village, more than a dozen members of his family had already died on the ground, and the medical hut was on fire. Poor his daughter, who was in pain like a pearl, was naked in the cold wind, and the villagers surrounded her. At the scene, pointing and pointing, talking about the scene of their house being thieves, and some people were vividly describing how the thieves broke into the house, burned, killed and insulted them.

No one in the whole village came out to stop it.

Even, no one put on a robe for her naked wife and daughter, allowing them to be exposed to the ice and snow and watched by crowds...

The old man's complexion was deep, and his voice sounded extremely gloomy.

"And my junior brother, Cui You, who traveled thousands of miles to Bianjing to deliver a doctor, and died at the hands of the thieves..."

Xin Yi: "So, you want revenge?"

The old doctor said: "Han Shan asked Shi De, how should I deal with people in the world who slander me, bully me, humiliate me, laugh at me, belittle me, despise me, hate me, and lie to me? Let me answer. They all died of despair."

Xin Yi asked: "Why don't you take revenge on the thieves who broke into the house, but take revenge on the villagers?"

The old man sneered, "Who said I didn't take revenge?"

Xin Yi was taken aback, and his heart filled with infinite sadness, "Those people who threw themselves into the river and died in the Bian River, were you doing it?"

The old man suddenly turned his head and looked at her coldly.

"Damn them! Everyone in Zhangjia Village deserves to die. Back then, if they were kind enough to protect my wife and daughter, my family would not be ruined. No tragedy would happen."

"All of this was caused by them. The evil is in their hearts! Like your mother-in-law Liu, second sister-in-law Xiao Xie, and your husband Zhang Xun, who bullied you, humiliated you, treated you like nothing, and abandoned you like nothing. My shoes... do you think they deserve to die? I ruined this village and let them have no children and grandchildren, do I count as doing justice for the heavens?"

No one dares to marry, no one dares to marry, and the babies born are all deformed.If things go on like this, there will be no more descendants in Zhangjiacun...

Silently, the revenge of killing Zhangjiacun's children and grandchildren was completed. It has to be said that the plan was very meticulous...

Xin Yi asked: "If you disguised yourself as Cui You, wouldn't everyone in Zhangjia Village notice?"

The old man snorted heavily, "I lived in seclusion in Zhangjia Village back then. I didn't want people to recognize me as Chen Chusheng. I always covered myself with a veil and a veil, and never showed my true face. When I learned that something happened at home, when I entered the village, my clothes were disheveled and my veiled cap drop...

Junior Brother Cui was buried in the sea of ​​flames, and everyone said I was burned to death, so I will follow suit, survive as Junior Brother Cui, and slowly avenge them..."

The cold wind blew in through the windowless hole.

Xin Yi clasped her arms tightly, and slowly closed her eyes. In this tragic story, she didn't know what role she was playing.

"Why did your revenge start from the day I got married?"

(End of this chapter)