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At this time, the sun was getting fading, and there were more people on the road.

The three of them stood together. One was a little girl with a mischievous makeup, the other was a young man wearing underwear, and the other was a middle-aged man who looked like a rich man. He said it was as strange as it was. Not only were passers-by pointed at them, but there were also passing carriages to stop and watch, which became a landscape that made people talk about after dinner.

Chen Muqing and Pang Debao watched the boy in red stride forward, and soon turned around at the intersection and went to Yaowang Temple, but they dared not shout loudly.

Pang Debao stomped his feet helplessly and slowly accompanied Chen Muqing to the temple. There were many small stones on the road, and Chen Muqing had to watch carefully walking under his feet.

"I said, this little sister, our young master has helped you a lot!" Pang Debao chatted with Shen Muqing casually as if he was casually.

"Yes!" Chen Muqing smiled, "I don't know what to call your young master!"

"There is no need!" Pang Debao smiled, "If you leave your name, it will be cheesy."

Do you become cheesy after leaving your name, or are you afraid that something will be fine if you can push it clean?

Chen Mu smiled faintly, and talked to him everywhere.

"Butler Pang is chivalrous and admirable... I heard from the accent of the manager, and it seems to be from Shanxi."

"Hehehe. The girl is really knowledgeable... Where is my ancestor? How many daughters are your girl from Lord Shen, but are there other brothers and sisters?"

Why did he ask about this? However, Chen Zhen was considered a senior official in the Great Zhou Dynasty. If he had any intention of asking about the situation at home, he wouldn't have been unable to find out... He didn't have to seem so cautious, which aroused Pang Debao's suspicion. After all, the two of them are still on the same boat now.

Chen Muqing smiled and said, "We only have one girl and one young master. The population is very simple."

"Are both of you born from the legitimate family?"

"The girl is born in the legitimate family, and the brother is raised in the name of his wife."

Pang Debao nodded, smiled like a flower on his face, and then took out two silver croakers from his sleeve and handed them to Chen Muqing: "This little sister, I'm so kind, I'll buy you flowers and wear them."

Shen Muqing couldn't help but feel sad.

Didn’t I say I didn’t have much money in my hand? Now I’m going to do magic and I’ll take out a silver crock in a while.

"How dare you let General Pang's family spend money?" She looked very frightened and refused.

Pang Debao stuffed the silver croaker into her hand: "Little sister, you must continue... I have something important to ask for my elder sister..."

When Chen Muqing heard this, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised.

Sure enough, if you show your kindness for nothing, you will either be a traitor or a thief.

She insisted on not accepting the money: "If there is anything, just keep in charge of orders. Isn't it shameful for me to do this? I just don't know if there is something I can help with."

"It's nothing!" Pang Debao said in a very calm tone, "Our young master is studying in the Imperial College. I heard that Lin Jijiu from the Imperial College is a disciple of Lord Shen of the Ministry of Revenue. I want the little sister to tell your girl if she can give Lord Zhang Shen a famous post."

Just make a relationship!

"Young Master and the Chief Manager Yibo Yuntian, the head of the family knows it. Not to mention a small famous post, it is not an exaggeration to even prepare a book." Chen Muqing smiled and said, "It's just that we are away and have not brought it with us... It's better to wait for us to send it to the mansion after we go back. How do you think?"

Pang Debao thought for a moment and said with a smile: "My sister's idea is perfect. But we are still living in an inn and are preparing to buy a yard to settle down. We have not decided on the specific place yet... I think, my sister sent the famous post to the Xiangfa silk store in Wuyiku Hutong in Jinchengfang. We are acquaintances with the shopkeeper there."

Chen Muqing nodded: "Don't worry, manager, just do it when you go back."

As the two of them said, when they reached the intersection, they turned left and saw the young man in red standing with his eyebrows raised and his hands crossed his chest and waiting for them.

"You are turtles!" He said coldly, and then ordered Pang Debao: "Give me the felt."

Pang Debao handed the felt bag to the boy in red in confusion. The boy in red opened the felt bag, took out a book, and tore it into two from his back with a "splash".

"Young Master, Master, what's wrong with you? How can you vent your anger on the books!" Pang Debao was so anxious that he didn't know what to do, "This was given to you by the Fourth Master..."

The boy in red ignored him and put his hand into Pang Debao's pleated clothes: "Give me your sweat towel..."

Before Pang Debao could react, the boy in red had untied his sweat towel. Pang Debao's face was flushed and he hurriedly carried his pants with his hands.

The boy in red tore the white silk sweat scarf pulled from Pang Debao's waist "silk" out of it, and said to Chen Muqing: "Sit down!"

"What are you doing?" Chen Muqing asked in confusion, but he made the boy in red angry. He glared at Chen Muqing fiercely: "I'll wait for you to go to the temple, I'm afraid it's dark... Sit down for me, tie the book to my feet, and walk with my feet, so I can get to the temple quickly."

"Ah!" Chen Muqing was speechless and didn't say anything for a long time.

The boy in red showed an gaze of "you are an idiot" in his eyes. He threw the torn book and sweat towel at her feet with a "splash", and said impatiently: "Hurry up, can't you even tie it for me to help you!"

Chen Muqing woke up from a dream, as if she drank a bowl of iced lotus seed soup in the summer. She hurriedly smiled and thanked her, then sat on the bluestone slab on the side of the road, tied the book to her feet according to the instructions of the boy in red, and made a pair of unique shoes.

Although walking is still inconvenient, it is at least not like dancing among steel nails just now.

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The boy in red walked in front like a pine and cypress, and Chen Muqing followed closely behind with a staggering step. Pang Debao followed behind with a felt bag in one hand and his pants in the other. The three of them entered the Medicine King Temple, which was opened by the Yimen Gate.

The temple was quiet and there was no one to see, but the left and right sides of the main hall were silhouetted, as if there were many people.

This situation is too weird.

The boy in red also felt that things were unusual.

He pointed to a towering tree with a thick hug beside the Yimen Gate and said, "You two hide behind the tree and wait for me. I'll go see what's going on!"

Chen Muqing had seen his methods and thought the arrangement was the most reasonable, but Pang Debao was very worried: "Young master, I'd better go..."

"You go?" the boy in red smiled, "You can just carry your pants without hanging them. It depends on me like this!" As he said that, he looked a little proud again.

Pang Debao's face turned redder, and he was whispering beside him with his head down. He didn't know what to do, and sat down on the stone rock under the tree with Chen Muqing.

The boy in red took a deep breath and walked towards the main hall like a leisurely stroll.

Perhaps because of the reason for being too nervous, Chen Muqing's eyes were always locked in the figure of the boy. Gradually, she discovered something different.

The young man walked very lightly, his movements were clean, and he was as calm as flowing water.

Chen Muqing suddenly realized: This young man in red who was less than twentieth year was a martial arts master!

The boy in red went to the front of the hall and looked around and said, "My mother asked me to go to the ninety-nine temples, burn ninety-nine incense sticks, and sprinkle ninety-nine copper coins... Why don't you see half a monk? What should I do if I have the incense money?" His tone was very light, but it made people hear it very clearly.

I don’t know if the content in the words of the boy in red is interesting or if he heard the movement, two monks immediately walked out together. Seeing the boy in red, both of them showed a very far-fetched smile. One of them said, “Little donor, do you want to throw money from incense and oil? Just here it’s fine.” Then he pointed to the merit box placed on the incense table in the main hall.

The boy in red showed a child-like curious expression and looked around, and said in confusion: "It's right here?"

The two monks nodded repeatedly.

When the boy in red heard this, he took out two silver croakers from his waist's purse and said, "But when I came, my mother told me that I would like to worship Huangdi and Yandi..."

The two monks stared at the silver turtle in the boy's hand with a burning eyes, and said absent-mindedly: "The Temple of Medicine King, the Temple of Medicine King, of course, I worship the God King..."

The boy in red hurriedly put the money back into his purse and murmured: "You must be lying to me... There is no one in front of me... Everyone must have gone to the back hall... I want to go and see..."

When the two monks heard this, they were shocked and hurriedly said, "We have a merit in the back hall today. Donor, you should throw money in the front hall!"

The boy in red was furious: "Are you afraid that I can't afford the money?"

The two monks hurriedly explained: "No, no. We are afraid that the rough people will bump into you."

Chen Muqing listened attentively as the boy talked nonsense with the two monks, but Pang Debao beside her said, "What are these two monks doing?" Chen Muqing thought Pang Debao was talking about the monk in the hall, his eyes were not far away from the figure of the boy, but said, "What are you doing? Think about money? Don't think that they are monks, but they are really quiet... Our family has to donate fifty taels of silver in the sesame oil to this Medicine King Temple every year. In this way, these monks come to beg for alms from time to time. If our family had not had a simple population and a strict inner house, these monks would have to go harder."

"I mean those monks!" Pang Debao listened carefully to Chen Muqing's words before pointing to the side.

Chen Muqing turned his head and saw that it was the host of the Yaowang Temple with two or three Zhike monks.

Their expression was solemn, and they hurriedly headed straight to Yimen from the side door, and then the host took a Zhike monk out, while the other two closed the door.

The "squeaky" sound alarmed the boy in red who was talking to the two monks in the main hall. He looked over in surprise. The two monks who were closed also found the boy in red. They looked at each other and then hurriedly ran towards the main hall.
Chapter completed!