The next morning, Chen Mang woke up Ning Caichen, who was sleeping in a drowsy state, and pulled him off the flower boat.

"Brother Chen, it seems that we forgot to know Miss Bai when we got off the boat, right?"

After Ning Caichen was stunned and glared off the boat, he suddenly remembered that before he thanked the owner, he was about to go back, but Chen Mang was holding him back: "Brother Ning, why bother to disturb people's dreams?"

Ning Caichen looked at Chen Mang who was smiling and scratched his head in confusion and said, "It's okay for Miss Bai, but the exam is about to start today. Why are those two guys who are taking the exam still in their minds to sleep in?"

He really sleeps in, and he has to sleep until the afternoon. Even if he wakes up in advance, he can't get out of his talisman array!

Chen Mang, who secretly tampered with the people on the boat, felt sad, and said angrily: "They are Wenquxing, and they are very literary. They are already ready to go to this small provincial examination. How could they be as nervous as ordinary people? Let's go quickly, eat something, and have to go to the Confucian Temple to worship the Master."

"Who are you an ordinary person..."

Ning Caichen couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard him say something, but when he heard that he was serious, he immediately woke up, went to the side of the road to buy a few buns, and hurried to Confucius Temple.

When the imperial examination was prevalent, whether it was taking the county, government, provincial, provincial, and imperial examinations, before the examination, the candidates had to worship at the Confucian Temple and pray for good results.

As the center of Jiangnan literati, Jinling was built even more magnificently. Today, the examination began, and Ning Caichen certainly did not want to miss the opportunity to visit him.

Because the two got up early, when they arrived at the temple, no one else had arrived, and it seemed very deserted.

The two of them visited Confucius Temple for a while and entered the hall where the statue of Confucius was enshrined. Ning Caichen stepped forward and lit six incense sticks, distributed them to Chen Mang three branches, and said, "Brother Chen, let's go together."

Chen Mang nodded, took the silk incense, and went to the three Confucian saints with Ning Caichen.

A sudden "click" sounded, and Ning Caichen was shocked. He looked up and found that the statues of the three saints had cracked a pattern, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Chen Mang looked at his face and gloated on the side, saying, "Oh, Brother Ning, look at what you have done, the saints are so angry that they are cracked by you!"

Ning Caichen pulled him anxiously and whispered: "Brother Chen, how can you be innocent of others out of thin air! The statue split must be because of disrepair. Let's take incense and leave quickly when no one notices it!"

Seeing that he was so clever this time, Chen Mang wanted to make fun of him.

Suddenly, a white light shot out from Mencius's statue and shot straight towards Chen Mang.

Chen Mang's eyes narrowed, and he took out a bronze mirror and reflected the white light. The white light seemed to be confused. He paused in the air for a moment and attacked Chen Mang again. Chen Mang used the mirror to attack again, chased the white light again, and ran towards Chen Mang perseveringly.

At the same time, in the Jiangnan Gongyuan, which was the test site, an old man who was reading a book intently opened his eyes suddenly: "Haoran is righteous!" While speaking, he hurried out of the door and met two old men running out of the room like him in the yard.

The three of them looked at each other and quickly headed towards Confucius Temple.

"Mr. Li, a hundred years ago, your teacher had the righteousness of the Assassin, which made the scholars from the north overwhelm over us southerners. Now that the feng shui changes, how do you feel?"

"Liu Hanlin should not make fun of it. It is a blessing for the court and a blessing for the country. All scholars in the world should be happy!"

"The monarchy has been chaotic and silenced by the demon monk over the years. Now that the sub-saint has appeared, it is time to purge the court and the country!"

"Why is the choice of the saint so difficult this time? At that time, Haoran's righteousness completed the choice in an instant."

"I don't know how talented the person chosen by the Asahisaint is this time. I really wish I could fly over and take a look!"

The three of them were ethereal in shape and were running towards the Confucius Temple.

At the same time, Chen Mang was tired of playing this table tennis game and grabbed the white light and crushed it. The next moment, the white light shattered, and then turned into a light spot and penetrated into Chen Mang's body.

Chen Mang was stunned for the first time when he encountered this kind of magic. Then he noticed that the white light gathered again in his body, absorbing his magic power, and strengthening itself.

After a while, Chen Mang discovered that this white light was the thing he sensed when he first entered the city. It did not harm the human body, but could also nourish the human body and soul, and also had the effect of restraining evil spirits.

Chen Mang instantly lost interest, forced the white light out of his body, and shot Ning Caichen.

Ning Caichen was penetrated by white light and felt that he was wrapped in a dignified aura. His mind instantly entered a mysterious and mysterious state.

At this time, the three old men also rushed to the Confucius Temple and just saw the moment when Haoran's righteousness penetrated Ning Caichen's body. They looked at Ning Caichen inexplicably.

In the eyes of the three, this scholar who had obtained the righteous spirit had a clear and beautiful face. Although his robe was simple and old, his body exuded a warm and jade-like aura. It can be said that he had obtained the beauty of heaven and earth, and he couldn't help but stroke his beard with satisfaction.

"What a scholar!"

"The vision of the Sub-Saint is indeed extraordinary!"

"After this talent, our revival is imminent!"

The three old men looked at Ning Caichen with satisfaction and completely ignored Chen Mang beside him.

After a while, Ning Caichen trembled and woke up. He looked at the three old men in front of him with their eyes lit up. He once again felt the fear of being targeted by ghosts. He quickly hid behind Chen Mang, and said with a panic look on his face: "Brother Chen, there is a monster!"

The three old men were immediately confused. The square-faced old man came back to his senses first and said laughing and crying: "The three of us are examiners of this provincial examination. I am Liu Zheng of the Hanlin Academy. You two can't sign up quickly."

When Chen Mang heard this, he bowed respectfully and said, "Songyang Chen Mang, I have met three teachers."

Liu Hanlin stroked his beard and nodded with a smile: "I know you, a prodigy who passed the scholarship at the age of eight, is famous for his poetry talent in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. It's really good to see him today." As he said that, he looked at Ning Caichen with a passionate look and asked, "Who are your surnames and who are you mastering?"

Ning Caichen saw that it was not a monster, but the three examiners arrived, and breathed a sigh of relief, walked out from behind Chen Mang, and said with a tribute: "Ning Caichen, Songyang, pay homage to the three great masters. The student's mentor is Teacher Zhang of Songtao Academy. I think the great master should have heard of it."

Liu Hanlin nodded slightly: "Zhang Xiao has taught a good student! Now that the exam is about to begin, I won't say much, hurry up and go to the Gongyuan to take the exam."

Chen Mang took Ning Caichen to leave and walked towards the Jiangnan Gongyuan not far away. The two of them quickly arrived at the gate and lined up to wait for the officers and soldiers to search.

At this time, Ning Caichen was lined up behind Chen Mang, and had already figured out the information contained in the white light. He whispered to Chen Mang in panic: "Brother Chen, the white light you gave me just now is the practice method of the sub-saint. You can get it back quickly!"

Chen Mang turned his head and smiled: "There is no reason to take back the things you gave to others. Moreover, this thing is useless to me, so you can keep it with peace of mind. With it, you will no longer have to be afraid of demons and monsters."

Ning Caichen looked as if he was guilty and had a moment of confusion, but finally accepted Chen Mang's kindness and took Haoran's righteousness away.

At the same time, Liu Hanlin in Confucius Temple suddenly realized that in addition to the statue of Mencius, the other two statues of saints worshipped in the temple were also cracked, and said with some confusion: "What's going on? Why did the statues of Confucius and Housheng also cracked?"

Mr. Li frowned and said, "Can the three saints all like Ning Caichen and want to pass on his mantle?"
Chapter completed!