"Evil?"

Chen Tang's heart was thrilled and he hurriedly asked, "Master, what do you understand what you said?"

The Taoist priest twisted his beard and smiled, shook the banner in his hand: "I'm the Tao's 'Zhan Yangchun', who is a Taoist priest who is watching the Fushan Mountain, comes out to walk on earth, tells fortunes and divination for others, drives evil and destroys delusions, charges vary every time..."

If it weren't for the two unremovable bruises on the wrist, Chen Tang would have long regarded the other party as a genius.

He thought about it, gritted his teeth and counted out five cents: "Master Taoist, I have all that."

Zhan Yangchun didn't care too much, so he took it very quickly, put it in his pocket, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Chen Tang rolled up his sleeves and showed him the bruises on his wrist.

Zhan Yangchun looked carefully, touched him again, came over, sniffed with his nose, and said, "It turns out that he is a grudge. This mark should be left by someone close to you."

"Yes, it's my teacher, but he's no longer alive..."

"Haha, of course it was left by the dead, otherwise how could it be an evil spirit?"

Chen Tangqi asked: "Master, what exactly is evil spirit?"

Zhan Yangchun replied: "The evil things in the world can be divided into two categories. One is 'attachment and resentment', which can be resolved; the other is 'attachment and evil', which can only be eliminated... You don't understand these things. Just talk about your grudges. Your teacher must have something to tell you to do and complete them."

Chen Tang said: "Well, he wants me to take the imperial examination."

Zhan Yangchun nodded: "This is your teacher's grievance. He has obsession and cannot let go, so he puts it on others and imposes it on you. Only when you pass the imperial examination, will the grievance be automatically resolved. At that time, you may still be blessed in disguise and get some benefits."

Chen Tang asked: "What if I can't pass the exam?"

"Haha, then you are in trouble. When this grudge starts, there is not much time to attack, but it will occur every day afterwards. The longer the time is delayed, the more times the pain becomes, the more severe the pain, and in the end you are so painful that you will die and torture it is unparalleled..."

Chen Tang listened, took a deep breath and asked, "Is there no other way to resolve it?"

Zhan Yangchun shook his head: "It's very difficult, the difficulty is much higher than that when you take the Juren exam. Therefore, I advise you to review your homework more and take the exam well. This initial stage of resentment is just that your teacher reminds you to urge you to study hard, not real resentment, but if you can't finish it after two or three years, then you will be deeply loved and hated, and you will be taught a lesson."

Chen Tang smiled bitterly and said to himself: This time, I was really hurt by the teacher...

In Yin Kingdom, the boy exam and the son exam were taken every year, while the emperor exam with the highest level was taken every three years.

There are also regulations: whether it is a boy exam or a student exam, the first exam, the candidates only need to provide their own travel expenses, food and accommodation, and basically don’t need anything else. But if they fail the exam for the first time and take the exam again in the second year, it will be different. All expenses have to be paid at their own expense. In addition, a considerable "re-examination fee" has to be paid.

How many people in the world can pass at once? In seven or eight, they all have to take the re-examination, even the third or fourth...

For example, Chen Tang's predecessor, the boy exam took the exam three times, and then he passed the scholar. Therefore, he did not dare to register for the first exam easily. He had to review and prepare well, so he applied for the exam to see if he could pass the exam in one go without having to take the exam again. Otherwise, the re-examination fee of the exam alone would make him worry so much that he had turned white overnight and raised for a few years before he could save enough.

The examination of the sacrificial examination is held every autumn, also known as the "Autumn Examination", which calculates the days. This year's examination will be held in more than three months.

The problem is that Chen Tang is now poor and his basic knowledge of the article is not very good. He was forced to take some resentment by his teacher for no reason and forced him to take the exam. If he fails to pass the exam, he will have to face a large re-examination fee next year. This is equivalent to falling into a huge quagmire, and the more he struggles, the deeper he falls.

"Teacher, teacher, you force me to take the exam, at least leave me a bag of silver, so that I can also have money to buy more books, or go to Panzhou College for further studies, so that I can take the exam..."

Chen Tang couldn't help but complain.

Panzhou College is the most famous institution in Panzhou. In which scholars take classes and further study, they can improve their chances of being on the list. However, unless a scholar with excellent grades and rankings gets admitted to the "school student", others who want to enter the college must pay a considerable tuition fee and various tuition and miscellaneous fees.

To change the sentence, it is said, "Poverty is the mother of failure"!

Chen Tang is very poor now. After giving Zhan Yangchun five cents, the last few cents in his pocket are only enough for today's lunch.

After the explanation, Zhan Yangchun bowed slightly: "I have said everything I should say. The scholar should do it himself and say goodbye."

Holding a banner in hand, he left with his long hair.

Chen Tang was in a bad mood. He bought two buns and filled his stomach randomly. He sat on the stall, bored and depressed, and could not stretch. He simply polished the ink and picked up the pen and started writing quickly on the yellow paper:

A young man does not know the taste of sorrow, but falls in love with the upper class; he insists on saying sorrow in order to write new words;

Now I have realized the taste of sorrow, and I want to say it but I want to say it but I want to say it but I want to say it but I say it's cool and autumn!

There is only one word throughout the article: Sorrow!

After writing, put it down and calm down a little.

In the afternoon, there were even more pedestrians, and I hadn't seen anyone passing by for a long time.

While guarding the stall, Chen Tang fell asleep. Suddenly he heard footsteps approaching. He quickly looked up and saw a man in strong clothes walking over.

Master Zhao San!

Chen Tang didn't know him, but he knew that this man was a rich man. His clothes were made of hundreds of dollars in handmade clothes. He would come to Hanmo Street every month, mainly to go to calligraphy, painting and antique shops on both sides. He was generous and he was interested in calligraphy and paintings and spent money on his money.

However, these basically have nothing to do with Chen Tang. He sighed and was thinking about whether to close the stall as soon as possible and find another way out.

“Huh?”

The third master Zhao exclaimed lightly, as if he was aware of something, suddenly walked to Chen Tang's stall, looked at the words with a burning look, and praised: "Good words, good words!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Tang suddenly felt energetic and cheered up.

In another time and space, he was a Chinese teacher, and his hobbies were practicing calligraphy, painting, and walking Go. He had learned many famous characters: Weibei, Yan style, and Mao style cursive script, and he had some attainments. He had won many awards in the local amateur circle.

Now, when Mr. Zhao praised him, he felt secretly happy inside and calm on the surface: "Thank you for your praise."

"I bought this letter, how much does it cost!"

It's indeed a high-climb.

Chen Tang struggled in his heart, and then carefully stretched out a finger.

"One hundred dollars, no problem."

Master Zhao San took out a big money very generously and handed it over Huang Cancan.

Chen Tang couldn't help but be stunned. In fact, he just wanted to say "ten cents", but he didn't expect that the other party would misunderstand it as one hundred yuan.

Could it be that my words, those poems from another time and space, are so valuable in Yin Kingdom?

Chen Tang was immediately ecstatic and seemed to have found a golden road to wealth.
Chapter completed!