You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 191 Wang Bang
Zhou Miao stopped a carriage on the road. The driver wanted to lose his temper, but when he saw him take out a hundred coins from his pocket, the corners of his eyes immediately followed the corners of his mouth to smile:

"Grandpa, what do you need me to do?"

"Take him to the inn."

"Okay."

They moved the soaked scholar onto the carriage, whipped the horses, and it took two incense sticks of time to finally put the half-dead young man onto the big bed.

Looking at his friend lying wet on the bed, Zhou Miao couldn't help but sigh:

"What's wrong with this kid? Why did he go to the beach in broad daylight instead of staying at home?"

As if he smelled something, he sniffed and frowned:

"What a strong smell of alcohol. How much did this kid drink? Damn, it's suffocating me. Did he soak in a wine jar all night?"

Zhu Lao Ba smacked his lips twice and said, "Maybe he wandered to the shore to sober up, but he didn't stand firmly and fell down."

"Luckily, he was rescued by Brother Zhu. Otherwise, he would have turned into a water ghost and is causing trouble in the sea."

Zhou Miao wanted to leave the inn to find a doctor for his friend.

Zuo Chen waved his hand slightly to stop Zhou Miao.

"He has a lot of depression in his chest. Even ordinary doctors can't wake him up with acupuncture or medicine. Let me do it."

Zhou Miao was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

The Taoist priest's methods are definitely much better than those of any other doctors.

He walked up to the bed, stretched out his finger, and gently touched the scholar's forehead.

Although he couldn't see it, Zhou Miao could indeed feel that his friend had become a lot more transparent.

Can……

The scholar didn't wake up.

He still had his eyes closed, as if he was having a nightmare, his brows furrowed, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly, and he showed no sign of waking up.

Zhou Miao's heart tightened, and he asked repeatedly:

"Master? What's going on?"

Zuo Chen frowned slightly, and then lightly stroked Wang Bang's brow with his fingertips.

From what Zuo Chen saw, there was indeed no longer any aura lingering on Wang Bang.

But there seemed to be something missing in his soul.

"He is missing something in his heart. He can't hold up his will. I'm afraid he will be a walking corpse when he wakes up."

"Ah?" Zhou Miao was bewildered.

"Everyone has obsessions. For example, your previous obsession was gambling, and later it changed to writing a biography. People always need something in their hearts to support them throughout their lives. If they don't have this thing in their hearts, they will easily become decadent and depressed." Zuo Chen explained: "This thing in his heart has been taken away."

"this?"

"Tell me about his situation first. If there are distracting thoughts in his mind, it is indeed easy for something to change. If you don't find his mind, forcibly awakening him will be useless."

Zhou Miao frowned: "What difficulty can he have... He can be considered to be able to make money in Baichuan. The money he earns a year is enough for the expenses of ten ordinary families. He has no worries about food and drink. There are also many people who like novel books who compliment him and praise him to the sky.

"He lives a more comfortable life here than I do at home. If I stay at home, my dad will beat my butt with a feather duster."

Having said this, Zhou Miao's voice suddenly got stuck in his throat. He frowned slightly, opened and closed the fan in his hand, and slapped it on his palm, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"You never know if something annoying might bother him."

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Zhou Miao did not keep them in suspense and explained:

"My friend's surname is Wang, and his name only has one character, Bang. He is from Baichuan. He is the only child in his family, and his father is a well-known old scholar who has studied the scriptures of saints all his life, just wanting to pass the imperial examination and then go to Beijing to become an official. His father has become a little crazy because of this.

"Later, Brother Wang's father couldn't learn anymore, and Brother Wang was born, so he turned to hope that his son would become a talent. He had high hopes for him since he was young, and he urged him to study hard and strive to pass the imperial examinations."

At this point, Caiyi remembered Zhou Miao's introduction to Wang Bang, and her face couldn't help but look a little strange:
"So your friend later started writing miscellaneous books?"

"Yes." Zhou Miao shrugged helplessly: "Everything will turn to its opposite when it reaches its extreme, and everything will decline when it reaches its peak. The pressure is too strict, which makes Brother Wang sick. He can't read the serious scriptures and anthologies, but he has read a lot of weird and bizarre unofficial biographies. When he grew up, let alone taking the imperial examinations, he didn't even want to take the exams. He just buried his head in writing miscellaneous books.

"At first, it was fine when Brother Wang's mother was alive. She was able to help reconcile the father and son, but fate was unpredictable. His mother fell ill and passed away about five years ago.

"Since then, my brother's father has been even stricter with my brother. My brother is also stubborn, and the two had a big fight, and neither could convince the other, so my father got angry and ran away.

"Who would have thought that this kid was really good at writing miscellaneous books? He spent more than two years and finally finished writing it. Now he is making a lot of money. There should be no other difficulties and obstacles in his life. If I have to wonder what difficulties he has encountered, I can only think of his father."

Caiyi scratched her head, not really understanding:
"Aren't parents raising their children just to give them a good life? And from what I've heard, Wang Bang is a well-known figure with a lot of achievements. Why did he have to make such a fuss?"

Don't mention anything else. If he had this ability, Old Man Tang would have to go out with wine every day to brag to others, saying all the time: "My daughter is the incarnation of Wenquxing. She has a three-sided and four-sided literary destiny. She is a great deity in the world!"

"Actually, I don't quite understand it either," Zhou Miao shook his head and said, "If Brother Wang's father is really the second or third place in the imperial examination, then I can roughly understand their behavior. After all, my father is a big businessman, and he compares me with him when we were young every day. If he is more strict, I'm afraid he will be similar to Wang Bang's parents. But..." He didn't say the second half of the sentence.

This Wang Bang's father is nothing.

Wang Bang's father was called Wang Dayang. He had taken exams for so many years but had lost all his family property and at most only passed the exam to become a scholar.

From Zhou Miao's point of view, Wang Bang's literary talent is more than one or two times better than his father's, or even more than ten times.

What kind of accusation is this! As long as he can make money and live a good life, it's fine. You really think your son is Wenqu incarnate.

"Master, is there any way to save him?" Zhou Miao stopped thinking about other things and asked his friend anxiously: "We have nothing but a lot of silver. Just tell me how much you can give us!"

"If there are any delicious dishes, we can have a taste of them." Zuo Chen said with a smile.

"Of course! Baichuan has a first-class restaurant with literary banquets, delicious food and fine wine, poetry and singing. It's quite refreshing. I guarantee that you will be satisfied with the food!"

"Then let's go. Let's go to his house and have a look. Maybe we can find his lost idea."

……

Wang Bang's home was located in a side street of Baichuan City, far away from the main road. There were not many people living there and not many businesses, but it was next to a printing and papermaking compound, which was very convenient for Wang Bang. He only had to run back and forth once a day to get enough paper for printing books.

When Zhou Miao and his men arrived here, they didn't see any visitors.

Frowning, Zhou Miao walked forward and knocked on the vermilion door.

After waiting for a while, the door was pushed open.

The old accountant stuck his head out of the door, looked around, and saw Zhou Miao.

"Master Zhou?! Why did you come all the way to Baichuan? Please come in quickly, please come in quickly."

The accountant was shocked and pushed the door open repeatedly to let everyone into the yard.

After entering the yard, Zhou Miao said unhappily: "Your master is already in bed, and you still ask me why."

He then introduced him to Zuo Chen: "This is Wang Bang's manager. He helps Wang Bang with his money and accounts. Just call him Old Liu."

Mr. Liu's mind froze slightly:
"My young master? What happened to him?!"

"Your young master has a bruise in his heart. Has nothing happened in the past few days?"

"Ah?" Old Liu looked embarrassed and hesitated to speak.

"It has something to do with his father, right?"

"Alas..." Seeing that Zhou Miao had already guessed it, Mr. Liu said helplessly:

"The master came over just two days ago, and there was another big quarrel, just like usual."

"Because of what?"

"What else could it be... The master thought that the young master was capable and that with a little effort he could get a good score in the exam, become an official in the imperial court, and achieve great things. He complained that the young master was focusing his energy on miscellaneous books, which the young master naturally could not be happy about. The two of them quarreled for a long time about this. In the end, the master was so angry that he ran away, and the young master was also hurt."

While chatting, they came to Wang Bang's room, only to see that the door was ajar. When they got closer, they could smell a strong smell of alcohol.

"The young master was heartbroken and had been drinking every day. He even disappeared last night. I waited all night for him to come back but he didn't. I was just about to report to the government when you came."

When Mr. Liu opened the door, he saw that Wang Bang's room was in a mess.

There was a big table, a big bed, a wardrobe and a screen in the room. Behind the screen was a wooden basin used for bathing. It was covered with dust and looked like it had not been used for some time.

There were seven or eight pieces of straw paper placed above the large table, with various handwritings densely written on them. They were all messy and chaotic, covering the entire table.

Looking at the situation inside the house, one can tell how haggard and distressed the owner of this place was in the recent period of time.

Zuo Chen glanced over, his brows twitched slightly, and he quickly walked to the table.

"Master? Did you see anything?" Zhou Miao asked doubtfully.

Zuo Chen picked up a piece of paper and a pen from the table.

There are messy handwritings on the top of the paper, and you can vaguely see the words "I have no intention of climbing the mountain, I only enjoy the fragrance of tea in the courtyard."

This pen is made of white jade and wolf hair, making it a top-quality cultural treasure.

"Mr. Liu, where did you get this money?"

Old Liu glanced at the white jade pen and shook his head:

"I don't know. It seems that one night the young master went out and took the pen with him when he came back. He protected it like a treasure."

"That's it." Zuo Chen held the pen and waved it twice: "Someone has made a prescription on this pen, and your young master's thoughts have been taken away by someone."

(End of this chapter)