In the capital city of Yuxuan Kingdom, in a courtyard of a back alley in Yongjia County.

The middle-aged Taoist priest who claimed to be catching monsters at night and passed by this place took a sniff and said with a smile: "Earlier in the alley outside the courtyard, Pindao smelled the fragrance of herbs, and then he stopped. If Pindao guessed correctly, there was

Aconitum and ginger, why are you still a country man?"

Ning Ji said with a shy face, "How can I say that I am a doctor? I just accidentally found a few medicine books from an abandoned drug store on the way to escape. I studied them while walking, but I don't dare to say that I have learned something superficially."

The Taoist priest said: "If you don't mind, take it and take a look."

The young man stood up quickly, grinned and said, "What's the big deal? Master Wu, wait a minute, I'll get it right away."

Grandpa was old and slept lightly. The young man crept into the house, gently took out a homemade camphor wood box, returned to the yard, and handed it to the elegant Taoist priest Wu.

Chen Ping'an took the wooden box and did not rush to open it. He smiled and said: "Pintao will take a guess first. Most of the medicinal books in the box and the compilers of them are from the Vulcan sect that has emerged in the past three hundred years."

The young man was stunned and said with shock on his face: "Master Wu is really a god who can predict the future?!"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said with a smile: "Physicians and doctors of this lineage are especially good at using ginger. Based on the herbal medicine you posted, it is not difficult to guess that it is not as magical as you think and has nothing to do with magic."

Ning Ji suddenly realized that although Taoist Master Wu "exposed his own shortcomings", Ning Ji began to respect this Taoist priest who never made any secrets.

If it weren't for Lu Shendao's secret, Chen Ping'an would never have imagined that the skinny young man in front of him was the fish that had slipped through the net and made the Confucian Temple mobilize its troops to look for him everywhere.

Chen Pingan asked jokingly: "You actually know about the Vulcan Sect?"

Ning Ji nodded and said shyly: "I often sell medicinal materials to shops. As time goes by, I heard some opinions from the doctors."

Chen Ping'an opened the box with a smile and picked up the books. He thought that in the years since the young man had been away from home, he could not only cure diseases and save himself with these medicine books, but also collect medicines to make money.

However, these books are thread-bound editions published by ordinary booksellers. The printing is poor and the text often contains errors. Medicinal books are different from ordinary miscellaneous books. A single word difference may lead to thousands of miles of confusion.

"As the saying goes, if you write three words in the book, the fish will become the emperor of Lu and the tiger will become."

Chen Ping'an quickly flipped through a few pages and said with a smile: "It means that no matter how good the original copy of a book is, if it is copied and printed too many times, it will be prone to errors, errors, omissions, and reversed characters. It is inevitable. In the future, there will be more mistakes.

If you have the opportunity, try to find some good manuscripts, compare them, and imitate the secretary's correct calligraphy, and the proofreader carefully corrects the text and corrects the mistakes, so as to prevent future generations from spreading mistakes."

Ning Ji nodded vigorously and kept it in his mind silently. However, when the young man thought about his little savings, he began to worry, not knowing that he would only have money to buy those so-called rare books in the Year of the Monkey.

Chen Ping'an said casually: "That aconitum was picked by you in spring. In fact, it is the same medicinal herb. The time, month and place when the medicine is collected are different, so each has its own name and medicinal properties. This principle cannot be ignored. Like this aconitum.

, in the Huangting Kingdom on the border of ancient Shu, and the Dalilong Prefecture, which was renamed Chuzhou not long ago, its medicinal properties are better than elsewhere, and it is harvested in September every year, especially when exposed to the sun, but in Chuzhou, it is also called Ni.

Aconite, since water and soil nourish a person, then the medicinal materials that are most particular about soil properties are naturally similar."

Ning Ji's eyes sparkled and he said: "Taoist Master Wu, I have only heard of Dali Longzhou before. I will definitely visit those places in the future."

"The young man is full of energy and has high ambitions. He wants to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles."

Chen Ping'an nodded, put the books back into the camphor wood box, returned them to the boy, and said with a smile: "Life is a long journey, and finding a place to rest and drink a ladle of water to quench your thirst is a method of good karma. If you are a poor person, then

I’m going to digress a little bit more with you. Since ancient times, doctors from all walks of life have always had quite different opinions. When they quarreled with each other, they often cursed harshly. However, when scholars curse, it doesn’t matter how loud their voice is. The more refined they are, the meaner they tend to be.”

Chen Pingan pressed the camphor wood box with his palm, "Actually, the difference is not in the book, but in the people. It is not only the climate of the place where the person who takes the medicine is different, but also the personal teachings and opinions of the person who takes the medicine. Ning Ji, you can also be considered a reader.

If you have read a few medicine books, I will ask you a question. There is such a quarrel among doctors from different medical schools. Who is right and who is wrong?"

The young man thought carefully for a moment, but stopped talking.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I'll just say it straight away. It's not an examination. Pindao is not an examiner in the examination room, and you are not rushing to take the examination. Pindao is not a teacher, and you are not a young boy. There is no examination in the school."

I mean, we're just chatting casually, don't be nervous."

Words and speech are not only bridges between people, but they are also barriers and boundaries.

Ning Ji scratched his head and hesitated for a moment, "Daozhang Wu, is there a possibility that there is no difference between right and wrong, only better and more right?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "You will find out what the answer is in the future. In short, as a scholar, you can argue with someone to the point of blushing, but as a person, you still have to dilute the peace a bit."

The young man was thoughtful.

The Taoist priest smiled and joked: "Hey, you actually understand such a great truth?"

The young man grinned and said, "I don't understand much, but I will remember it first and think about it later."

The Taoist priest stroked his beard and nodded, praising: "You can teach me."

Following the conversation with Taoist Wu, who was hammering his head here and there, the young man unconsciously became in a peaceful mood.

It's like there is an extra place in the young man's mind, called Dali Longzhou. It seems that there are some bookstores in the distance on the road of his heart, and there are a few medicinal books in them, but the prices are not cheap... They are all waiting for the young man.

Traveling and meeting each other, and on this road that the young man has not yet set out on, it seems that there are some doctors on the roadside who are making red faces and spitting. It is very interesting... There is also a warm voice on the road, which seems to be saying a sentence repeatedly.

If you want to be a human being, you need to be a little less gentle...

It's just that the poor young man named Ningji is unaware of these subtle scenes and mental states at this moment.

The Taoist priest said: "Meeting is fate. Pindao has been traveling since he was young. Besides setting up stalls and telling fortunes, he also occasionally works as a traveling herbalist. Today I will teach you a few prescriptions, named Zuo and Yougui Wan.

, Buzhong Yiqi Decoction, Yinqiao Powder, Sini Decoction, and Purple Snow Pill. If you bite off more than you can chew, I will teach you these for now. If we are destined to meet again in the future... then we will talk about it later."

When the young man heard this, his face immediately turned red and he was very excited. He spoke in a trembling Mandarin voice with a slight local accent: "Taoist Master Wu, I only know about this Sini Decoction. The book says that it has the power to warm the body, dispel cold, restore Yang and save Ni."

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The Taoist priest smiled and said to himself: "These recipes more or less require dealing with money. Since you know the wonderful effects of Sini Decoction, I will teach you a back roasting method that costs almost no money.

In the future, in a place with heavy miasma in the mountains, before you go up the mountain to collect medicine, you should first light a stove at home. When you come back from the mountain, turn your back to the stove and bake your back. The principle is similar to moxibustion, until the tip of your nose sweats.

That’s it, it can open the Du Vein and also be used to restore Yang.”

The Taoist priest smiled and said: "I am an outsider. I have always looked down upon money. Yellow and white things are all external possessions. Naturally, I will not be greedy for your savings. If you feel that you are in debt and feel sorry for yourself, it is okay. Don't live here today.

, you only need to show more kindness in the future, perform more good deeds, have a record of your merits and demerits in your heart, and pay them back to the world one by one, and you will regard it as repaying this debt of gratitude."

The young man was confused, thought for a moment, and nodded vigorously.

Chen Pingan asked: "Do you have paper, pen, and inkstone here?"

Ningji nodded and said, "They are all there!"

When the young man hurriedly ran to the house to get paper and pen, the Taoist priest raised his head and looked at the alley outside the courtyard. A woman passed by the wall. The Taoist priest smiled and pretended not to know.

Xue Ruyi twitched the corners of her lips and whispered: "It's meaningless to deceive and deceive others."

She had noticed that the Taoist priest sneaked out of the house in the middle of the night. She was bored anyway, so she followed the Taoist priest all the way to Yongjia County, wanting to see whether he was a flower picker or a gentleman. She never thought about it.

After twists and turns, the Taoist priest came to see the young man.

At this moment, a righteous voice sounded in Xue Ruyi's ears, "Girl, you have misunderstood our Taoist priest Wu."

Xue Ruyi was horrified, but she remained calm. When she heard the sound, she turned around and saw a shabby Taoist priest wearing a cotton robe. He was young and looked like a dog.

She asked: "Who are you?"

The Taoist priest moistened his throat and said: "The surname of Xiaodao is Lu. The girl can call her Taoist Master Lu. I am not bragging. I am just talking about the fortune-telling business of setting up a stall. Taoist Wu in the courtyard is a junior of Xiaodao, so he is only strong but not weak. In addition, Yarrow

, Fuluan, the numbering of plum blossoms, etc., everything is masterful. Especially the "Qi Gua" one, he is even more good at it, whether it is throwing copper coins, reading words, listening to birds, picking up the wind, it is probably because of the respect and sincerity of the poor man.

, only God and spirit can respond to everything.”

Xue Ruyi couldn't guess the identity of the other party, so she patiently listened to the fact that Director Lu was so shameless.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that this Taoist priest who claimed to be surnamed Lu was elegant in speech, eloquent, and arrogant.

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Yes, he and Wu Di are obviously the same person, no wonder they are so familiar.

Xue Ruyi was attentive and had already carefully looked at the other party's attire.

The young Taoist priest wore a wooden hairpin, a Tai Chi bun, a cotton robe, a black bag hanging around his waist, and a cotton parcel slung across his body.

Seeing that she glanced at his black bag, the young Taoist priest smiled and said: "It was a gift from an old friend who was a jailer. I miss people when I see things, and treasure them. Since ancient times, medicine has not been divided into families. Visiting immortals to find the way, the green bag

Selling divination."

Xue Ruyi pretended to be surprised and asked: "The Taoist master can also read Feng Shui? Can he see the good and bad luck of the Yang house, and also the quality of the Yin house?"

Lu Chen shook his head and said, "Xiao Dao is not particularly good at this business."

The word "special" is very emphatic.

Xue Ruyi smiled and said: "Forget it if you're not good at it. I originally planned to ask Director Lu to come to my house to take care of the eyes."

Lu Chen tugged on the rope of the package and said with a smile: "To tell you the truth, there are several kilograms of dried Polygonatum japonica inside. The texture is excellent. The key is that it is cheap and good. It is originally useful. If the girl knows the goods, she can buy it. Xiaodao

The worst that can happen is that you have to take another trip to the mountain. Previously, in an ancient mountain called Quanjiao, there was a Taoist man who told Xiaodao that if you take Huang Jing, you can fly to the sky as long as you get the right method."

Lu Chen looked at the female ghost lingering here.

In this world, no matter men and women, humans and ghosts, immortals and monsters, they live a long time and have many stories.

Near the love gate, it takes a thousand years to meet a beautiful woman, and it takes a thousand years to see a beautiful woman.

Xue Ruyi laughed when he heard this. How many kilograms of Polygonatum japonica can you achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven?

Who should I imitate? Why should I imitate Wu Di? If he likes to trick someone, then he will kill him if he is familiar with it?

But Xue Ruyi could not help but wonder, could this young liar named Lu be the person Wu Di was looking for in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom?

Judging from the ages of both parties, could it be that he is Wu Di's illegitimate son living abroad?

It's just that the two of them don't look alike.
To be continued...