Daming Taoist Medicine

Chapter 147 Chapter 147
"Is Feng Qingyang the old fairy Feng Tong's master?" Han Shan and Zhou Juncai asked these words in unison.

Yang Fan said flatly: "That's not true, Tong Tong would not worship him as a teacher, so it's just a relationship between a teacher and a student, without the name of a teacher and a student."

Zhou Juncai and Han Shan opened their mouths in disbelief.He thought to himself: "There are still people in this world who don't want to worship Feng Qingyang as their teacher? This Tong Tong is really stupid."

Yang Fan went on to say: "Although I didn't have a teacher, I was fooled into worshiping a teacher. The words are convincing and the love is earnest. Although I have only been taught for a month, it is very important to me."

The two mouths opened a little wider, with an expression of "I believe you are a ghost".

He took out a Dao tablet that was neither gold nor wood, tossed it casually, and said with a smile: "See, this is the souvenir that the master gave me before he left. You can't help but believe it."

Han Shan snatched it, and looked at it carefully, shocked inexplicably, looking at Yang Fan, and then at the Taoist card.

Zhou Juncai took a closer look and asked, "Really?"

Han Shan Muna nodded, looked at Yang Fan and asked seriously: "Do you really know what this brand means?"

Yang Fan laughed and said, "Although it's just a piece of wood, it is full of the master's regret and care for me."

Han Shan twitched his lips and said, "This is the token of the head of Taoism."

This time it was Yang Fan's turn to open his mouth wide, thinking: "I have been chosen by the world? Can't I? Although worshiping in the Taoist wall, the master seems to like me very much, but after only being together for a month, I can make such a Leave the heavy responsibility to yourself? Is it hasty, is it more hasty than a flash marriage?"

Yang Fan laughed and said, "Impossible? The master just said to keep me for a while. After all, you are not a Taoist disciple, how can you know the token of the master?"

Han Shandao: "Taoist culture is closely related to our national culture, and they complement each other. Although there are few Taoist sects, there will always be Taoist masters following the rise and fall of dynasties, the survival of the country, and even in the turmoil of the rivers and lakes. It has been like this for thousands of years. Because of this, all the Jianghu sects with a strong background have a Taoist head token printed in the door, and the seniors will tell the meaning of the token to the younger generation."

Yang Fan wondered: "The models are everywhere, aren't you afraid of being imitated?" Zhou Juncai also had this question, looked sideways and listened carefully.

Han Shan didn't answer but asked instead: "Let me ask you, a sect that lives in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain and does not compete with the world; a sect that saves lives and heals the wounded, and pursues 'doing nothing'; a sect that dares to be the first and sacrifice to the world in times of crisis; A sect that will plead for the people, dare to confront the court, carry out reforms, and then retire calmly. Will you imitate his token to plot evil?"

Both Yang Fan and Zhou Juncai shook their heads.

Han Shandao: "The difference between Daoism and other sects is not only the doctrine, but also the form of inheritance. Other sects are disciples who go out to practice, but Daoism is the head of the past. Do you think Xiaoxiao dare to make mistakes? In history In fact, there have been counterfeit tokens, and some people have even stolen real tokens, but all of them ended in misery. Needless to say, it is respectable to walk the world with this token, and it is understandable that countless heroes bow their waists to salute, but if you use tokens to command If the heroes compete in the Central Plains, they will suffer strong backlash. No matter in the rivers and lakes or in the court, there will be no place to stand. Even if they flee to other countries, it will be useless. In our nation, Taoist tokens and emperor's jade seals are not allowed. Violent."

Yang Fan took the token, feeling heavy, solemnly, and looked at it carefully.

On the front, the word "Tao" is printed vigorously. On the left and right sides, one side is carved with a half-open scroll, and the other side is carved with low-hanging ears of rice. The palms below are spread flat, holding a Zen saying-Supreme Taiyi saves the suffering Tianzun.

On the back is an eight trigrams and Tai Chi diagram, which is simple and heavy. At first glance, it looks plain and unremarkable, but it is as deep as the sea when you look quietly.

Yang Fan said: "It's neither gold nor iron, it's like a wooden plaque, I don't know why it can be passed down for thousands of years, and people worship it."

Han Shan said with a smile: "It is rumored that this material is a divine wood from the sky, it cannot be destroyed by fire without being cut with a knife."

Zhou Juncai said earnestly: "I want to say that what people admire is not the sacred tree outside the sky, but the belief represented by this token, but those sages who sacrificed for the nation one after another. From the moment it is passed on to you, it has a different meaning."

Yang Fan thought in his heart: "Master is really good at calculating. He knew that he would not accept the wooden token because he said it was powerful, and he didn't want to be a Taoist leader who 'burns himself to illuminate others'. The door. He is all honored, whoever he dismisses, can only shoulder the heavy responsibility and wait for the next successor."

After all, Yang Fan was still a little unbelievable, and said with certainty: "So, I am the head of Taoism?"

Han Shan and Zhou Juncai smiled and nodded.

Yang Fan smiled wryly and said, "Infinite Heaven! Fortunately, I was not asked to be the head of Shaolin, otherwise Qingqing would have to laugh and cry. Hanshan! Do you think many people in the world know this token?"

Han Shan said: "I'm afraid you don't know much less than you know."

Yang Fan said with a smile: "If you want to say that I am ignorant, just say it clearly. My dream is to be an old Chinese doctor, but I entered the Jianghu because of no other choice. It is not an exaggeration to say that I am a novice in the Jianghu. Do you have a red rope?"

Zhou Juncai found some and handed them to Yang Fan, asking, "What is this for?"

Yang Fan didn't answer, but tied the token and hung it around his neck.

Zhou Juncai and Han Shan suddenly realized.

But I saw Yang Fan "double" took out a rope, took out a gold medal with the word "Wen", and strung them together.

This is a gift from Zhu Qingshan.

Although Han Shan and Zhou Juncai didn't know who they were, but judging from its value, they knew that this token must be extraordinary.

Zhou Juncai asked, "This is?"

Yang Fan wrote lightly: "My sworn elder brother Zhu Qingshan gave it to me, he should be the prince."

Zhou Juncai's knee gave way, so he didn't fall down.

Then "叒" took out an iron plate with the words "Wanzhumen" engraved on it. Needless to say, this is the sect established by Yang Fan himself.

Han Shan: "I'm so ignorant, I've never heard of this sect."

Yang Fan smiled: "This is the sect I founded, of course you haven't heard of it."

Han Shan and Zhou Juncai bowed and saluted, expressing congratulations and respect.

Yang Fan "叕" took out an iron plate with a tiger's head, which was engraved with the word "Hua", without explaining, it was known that it was a military amulet handed over by Miss Hua.

Han Shan and Zhou Juncai looked at each other, already numb from the shock.

Han Shan smiled and said, "Shouldn't it be gone this time?"

Yang Fan said flatly: "There is still a killer token from the Temple of Yama, but it is useless. Take it out and hang it with these, and the token on my body will drop in value." While talking, he tied the token around his waist .

The corners of Han Shan's mouth twitched, he was speechless, and said in his heart: "You are the only killer who dares to say that, and the key is not against peace." He joked: "You are so powerful, I will mess with you in the future." Got it."

Zhou Juncai also said yes.

Yang Fan said with a smile: "Whether you hang out with me or not is a matter for the future, the most urgent thing now is to go out to fish in troubled waters."

When I climbed out of the well, it was already sunset.

At this time, the prosperity of Lanling in the past is gone, only the crimes that are suppressed and undeclared on weekdays.

Yang Fan looked around.

The sound of soldiers chasing, officials and bandits fighting, people screaming, women calling for help, screams, crying, like a suona funeral song.

The corpses on the side of the road, the prostrate wounded soldier, the head of a thief who was hanged, the trembling child in the corner, the blood on the ground is black, like a gray map of hell.

Yang Fan let out a long sigh, it was all his own fault.

Yang Fan walked straight to a farmhouse surrounded by officers and soldiers.

All the soldiers raised their guns to guard the farmhouse, and Yang Fan patted one of them on the shoulder.

Seeing Yang Fan's token with the word "Tao" hanging on his neck, and all kinds of tokens hanging around his waist, although he was angry, he didn't dare to do anything wrong.

Yang Fan said: "My mentor, Feng Qingyang, I am Yang Fan, the current head of Taoism. I am also the guest of the prince, and the military adviser of General Hua. I want to see your commander."

All the soldiers collected their guns and saluted, and made way for them.

A military officer came forward to salute. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a thick beard. When he saw Yang Fan, he clasped his fists and said, "The villain Ran Danxiong has met the Taoist priest."

Yang Fan asked bluntly, "How many people do you have?"

Ran Danxiong replied: "Twenty to eight."

Yang Fan: "How many people are there?"

Ran Danxiong: "I guess there are seven or eight."

Yang Fan said: "Dare to go in and have a talk with me."

Ran Danxiong hesitated.

Yang Fan laughed and said: "Dan Xiongxiong pretends to be big, and Ran Xiongxiong becomes a hero." While speaking, he raised his foot and kicked the door, and immediately smashed open the big hole, shouting: "Guan brothers don't move, just stay outside, don't get excited inside, I am came to save you."

Seeing that Yang Fan had already entered, Ran Danxiong gritted his teeth and walked in resolutely for the sake of "honor".

Yang Fan ignored the thieves, walked to the table, and sat down.

A shaggy man with cloth strips tied to his head knelt down first, and said, "Mao Jiayong, a former member of the Yangzhou Black Tiger Gang, has met the Taoist priest."

After looking at Ran Danxiong who came in, and then at Mao Jiayong on the ground, Yang Fan sighed and said, "You guys are doing well. The knife is already on your neck, but you are using your strength to fight in the nest. Do you want to die, or do you want to die?" Don't want to live anymore?"

(End of this chapter)