Daming Taoist Medicine

Chapter 225 225 people and horses cooperate, longevity medicine is next to each other

Mengcheng said: "You are indeed suitable for business. It's a pity that you missed the time, otherwise you will definitely be a wealthy businessman."

The pharmacist nodded and rubbed his hands, "It's really a hero who sees the same thing, but I don't think it's too late to start the things I like, and I don't need to make special preparations for doing business. Although I can't be a pharmacist with superb medical skills, I can work hard. It shouldn't be difficult for him to be the one who knows how to do business among the pharmacists."

Meng Cheng nodded, "That makes sense."

The pharmacist laughed, and continued: "That was a bit far-fetched just now, let me talk about the changes of Wanzhu Island. Back to business, because the old genius doctor doesn't like to make noise, Wanzhu Island was taken down by him within a few years. Although he never accepted apprentices, he was not stingy about asking others for advice. The pharmacists, doctors, and doctors who came to him often listened to his teachings, accepted his suggestions, and accumulated a lot of fame among his peers. But don't think that He is trying to gain fame, although he said bluntly that I am not worthy of studying medicine, which made me angry for many years, but what I have to admit is that he is really a noble man with noble morals, he doesn't like ostentation, he doesn't like being surrounded, he doesn't like He likes to give gifts to flatter others, and he doesn't like flattery. If someone does this to him, he will be kicked out of the island, and he definitely doesn't treat people for money. Diseases, minor illnesses and minor injuries are all introduced to doctors within a few miles. You say he is lazy, but he still spends a period of time every year to treat poor people cheaply. If I hit me, how can I hate it?"

Mengcheng said: "Good people don't know national boundaries, only bad people are separated from each other. I, a foreigner, respect such kind-hearted people from the bottom of my heart."

The pharmacist went on to say: "It is said that good people don't live long, and evils last for thousands of years. After the old genius doctor died for no reason, this Ten Thousand Bamboo Island was naturally passed on to his grandson Yang Fan. I heard that it was a famous and handsome figure in the Jianghu. He cut it off. Muqiao bought some slaves and established a sect called Wanzhumen. Of course there are bamboos on the island now, but there are also many things that were not there before."

Hearing Yang Fan's name, Mengcheng's heart trembled. He was afraid that he had the same name, and asked repeatedly: "Yang Fan? Have you seen him? What does he look like? Is he on the island?"

The pharmacist shook his head and said: "When I was young, I saw him when I went to apprentice him. He was indeed beautiful. I never saw him again. There is no him on the island, let alone goodbye, so I don't know what he looks like now."

Mengcheng: "No one is here, so how can we start a sect?"

The pharmacist smiled and said, "His wife is taking care of the island."

Mengcheng: "A woman takes care of it? How can I do it?"

The pharmacist joked: "I think, whether it works or not has nothing to do with gender. People who can't do it can't do it with a handle, and people who can do it can do it without a handle. Look at the finished medicine in this store, most of them come from women. Hand, if you touch the dog skin plaster on your head again, just say it’s okay, right?”

It was only then that Mengcheng noticed the sprain covered with dog skin plaster. As expected, it was spicy first, then cooled down, and finally became comfortable. He nodded and said, "Okay!"

The pharmacist said: "Wanzhumen's medicine is well-known in Qingzhou. Not only is it cheap and high-quality, but the quality is guaranteed. The key point is that many of them are antidotes refined for the poisonous valley. Think about it, isn't it for the knights of the Jianghu? Is there an extra life?"

Mengcheng nodded, and asked again: "Since there are bamboos on the island, are there any willows?"

The pharmacist smiled and said: "I was lucky enough to go to the island to pour medicinal materials, so I walked around Wanzhu Island roughly. There are willow trees on the island, all of which are on the shore. The old genius doctor was buried under the willow tree, and I even paid homage to it. Only then did I realize that the old genius doctor was called Yi Busi."

Mengcheng got the answer he wanted, thought for a while, and asked: "The last question, how to get to Wanzhu Island?"

The pharmacist said: "Here in Jiancheng, you first go southeast for a hundred miles. If you go all the way south, you pass through nine villages and thirteen villages, cross the river and enter Bandit Mountain. If you go through three more towns, you will almost arrive. Where is the road, you will know when you get there.”

Mengcheng: "Thank you."

Pharmacist: "I said, are you satisfied? But I'm sorry for these two pieces of silver?"

Mengcheng nodded, "It's worth the money!" He clasped his fists and said, "Farewell."

The pharmacist put away the broken silver with a smile, and said with a smile: "It's good to go! Have a good trip!"

Mengcheng came out of the pharmacy and turned into the coffin shop. The shopkeeper of the longevity shop gave Mengcheng a strange look. Mengcheng touched the dog skin plaster on his head and said, "With the dog skin plaster on, you don't recognize him?"

The shopkeeper said: "That's not true. The makeup has been put on, and the person is also put in. Take a look!"

Mengcheng stood in front of the coffin and looked at it carefully. Although the ebony was lifeless at this time, it was still majestic. Mengcheng respectfully put the ebony umbrella beside him, "Cover it!" After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but His knees were slightly bent, he knelt down slowly, and solemnly kowtowed.

The shopkeeper held the hammer in his hand, sang praises to the iron nails, and hammered the nails down one after another. It is based on "nine" to set the hammer.

Mengcheng suddenly elongated his accent, danced around the coffin, and sang ancient songs in Mu Chen's dialect. Although he didn't understand a word or a sentence, his voice was long and desolate, which made people remember their ancestors.

The two elders, one hammering and the other singing, cooperated tacitly for the first time, and when Mengcheng finished singing, the shopkeeper also hammered the final hammer.

The shopkeeper said, "Would you like to order a carriage for you?"

Mengcheng shook his head and said: "No need, he carried us before he was alive, and I will carry him after death." After saying that, he squatted down and picked up the coffin and carried it directly, the shopkeeper was stunned and amazed.

This Longmen coffin is nine feet six long, four feet two wide, and the coffin panels are more than half a foot thick. He was carrying the city but his face was not red and he was not out of breath, his steps were firm and he did not hesitate. Along the way, passers-by looked sideways at him frequently and were secretly startled. On the side of the street, the girl covered her mouth and whispered in amazement.

Everyone does not know that although Mengcheng was born poor, he was born with supernatural powers. When he was a child, he helped his parents herd herds and had no playmates. Gradually, he became close to cattle, horses and sheep, and competed with them every day.One day, a young man in beautiful and well-dressed clothes passed by the pasture and saw Meng Cheng holding the bull's horns to compete with the cow. Well, teach him to write and pass on his secret books, and then he became the boy's side general.Needless to ask, the boy is naturally ebony.

Ebony valued Mengcheng's extraordinary talent, simplicity and kindness, and hoped that he would become a general, so he worked hard to cultivate him, but Mengcheng Yumu's head could only concentrate on doing one thing well. In desperation, he had no choice but to take advantage of it. To cover his shortcomings, let Mengcheng concentrate on martial arts, and make him a young general with a reputation and no subordinates. His job is to raise Qianlima Sulong with ebony, which is why Sulong is close to him but not afraid of him.

Mengcheng was carrying the coffin, and no one dared to approach him within a radius of 20 meters. He kept walking, and after a while, he came to a secluded place, whistled, and a horse came out of the bushes. Who else?

Mengcheng said: "Is it because you won't come out until I give the signal? Why are you hiding there? Rubbing the mare?"

Su Yong snorted, and the horse fluid splashed, catching Mengcheng off guard.

Mengcheng wiped his face with one hand, hehe smirked and said: "Spray well, the saliva of a dragon horse is a fine liquid, don't be angry, I was just joking with you just now, a dragon like you, if you rub it, you will be a mare The blessings that have been cultivated."

Su Yan nodded, flicking his tongue.

Mengcheng asked: "Has the person been thrown away by you?"

Su gong rang a few times, presumably only Mengcheng understood its meaning.

Mengcheng said: "That businessman is very eloquent and treacherous. He cut half the price and mixed it with stones. He has a very bad conscience. Fortunately, I am not a good person. I have almost worn out your reins. You can get rid of him and run back, let me ask Su Yong who has no restraint, who in this world can catch up? Don't you think so?"

Su Yan shook his head and hissed repeatedly.

Mengcheng said: "Let's go! I asked about the location of Wanzhu Island. Let's go together. Having said that, I have almost spent the money I sold you this time. I think I have to buy you again along the way. .”

Su Yan raised his horse's hoof and stomped on it, venting his dissatisfaction.

Mengcheng said: "Don't be angry, isn't there nothing you can do? Who told you to be valuable, right? If possible, I'd be more than happy for you to buy me and collect the money, but I'm not worth as much as you..."

Hearing these words, Su Yong was very helpful, stopped his temper and followed behind Mengcheng.

One person, one horse, one coffin, drifting away, strange and fun.

The pharmacist at the back saw Mengcheng passing by with a coffin on his shoulders, walked to the street curiously, stood in front of the store and watched him go until he disappeared, then returned to the store and said to himself: "It's a good thing I didn't give him expired medicated ointment. As soon as the words were finished, the shopkeeper of the birthday shop stepped in, slammed the latch on the door, and closed the door of his shop.

The pharmacist wondered: "Your business is done today and you don't have to do it tomorrow. It's better to close the door than to open it. It's better to open a small door than to open the door. It's better to shut up than to shout. It's better to cry than to laugh. But I'm not. You close the shop." Don’t say you can’t make money, the key is that people may die, don’t harm me if you don’t want to do business, why are you locked up with me, I’m still early, we’ll go drink later.”

(End of this chapter)