Jiao Niang's Medical Sutra

The bustling Dongshi is not a place for peddlers to make a living. They walk through the streets and hawk loudly to make ends meet.

Salesman Wu put down his burden, wiped his sweat with his sleeve, and took a rest.

On the shelves, there are everything from rouge, gouache, dolls, candied fruit, needlework, and silver thread.

The crying of children came from inside the house.

When the business came, Mr. Wu cheered up and rang the rattle.

"Shopkeeper, come here."

The two women held a child and waved.

They rummaged through the shelves, picked up various objects to amuse the children, and the three- and four-year-old children also grabbed the shelves curiously.

"Is it good to eat candied fruit?" the woman said, digging out a few packets, "Hey, what is this? I've never seen it before."

"There are still words on it, what is it written on?" Another woman came over and asked.

Salesman Wu looked at it, suddenly.

This is the tribute from Xuanmiao Temple yesterday.

what do you say that is?

Mid-Autumn Festival, reunion...

"Moon cakes." He said, "This is a tribute from Xuanmiao Temple. The fairy girl there said that during the Mid-Autumn Festival, eating this symbolizes reunion. You see, it is round, like the moon."

Before the woman held it in her hand and looked at it carefully, the child next to her grabbed it and tore the oiled paper.

"There are flowers, there are flowers." The child looked at the mooncake in his hand and shouted, opening his mouth to bite.

"Oh, can I eat it?" The woman exclaimed, but it was too late. The food I took a bite of couldn't be returned to others, so I had to pay reluctantly, "How much is this?"

"Ma'am, if you only want this, then you don't need any money. It's just a matter of joy. How can you collect money? Let's have the same blessings." Wu shopkeeper said with a smile.

The two women who said this were very happy, and immediately picked a few more lines and paid the money before giving up.

These women like to take advantage of small things, and the salesman Wu took the courage to shake the rattle drum and walked away with a little pride. A chubby old man wandered towards him, and the little boy from a distance yelled when he saw it.

"grandfather."

The fat man quickened his pace and picked up the little boy who was running over.The little boy rubbed his face with a mooncake in his hand.

"What is this?" The old man smiled.

"It's the moon." The boy shouted, remembering the few words he had just heard.

The old man gasped in surprise, the boy had already lifted the mooncake to his mouth.

"It's delicious," he shouted.

The old man opened his mouth and bit his mouth, his eyes lit up immediately.

"Hey?" He said, swallowing a few mouthfuls, a little unfinished.He leaned over again and took a bite, "Not bad, not bad, not bad."

There were children crying in the alley.

"Grandpa, you ate up my moon..."

"Good man, good man. Grandpa will buy you again... shopkeeper, shopkeeper.... slow walk, shopkeeper..."

When Cheng Shiro stepped into the yard.A few girls are gathering together and chatting lively.

Cheng Silang stomped his feet in displeasure, and the girls hurriedly dispersed.

"My lord came back early today." Chunlan hurriedly went up to meet him and said, taking Cheng Shiro's cloak at the same time.

"There will be guests coming in a while." Cheng Silang said.

Chunlan answered yes.

"Tea or wine?" she asked.

"Tea." Cheng Silang said, as he walked into the room, Chunlan followed.

"Young master," she hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but say. "There's another girl at Xuanmiao Temple."

Cheng Silang hummed.I didn't realize what it was for a while.

"Jiaoniang, the girl who replaced Banqin has also left." Chunlan said hurriedly, and couldn't stop the chatterbox, "It turned out that the master called her here yesterday, and she was sent to the old man Zhang's house, and she said she was going to do it." The dim sum goes well with…”

Cheng Silang was stunned for a moment, and changed again?Asked to leave again?

Is this silly girl's girl unable to keep, or is she too sought after?

"Master, Master Zhang is here."

A voice outside the door interrupted their conversation.

"Sister, these snacks are not enough."

A girl in the room said, looking at a plate of dim sum.

"There are a few more here." Another girl said, picking up two or three candied fruit wrapped in oil paper from the table beside her.

"Where did it come from?" The girl took it, "Hey, there are still words on it."

"Are you ready?" Chunlan came in and urged, "Master Zhang is here."

The two girls didn't dare to neglect, they hurriedly put away the snacks, and followed Chunlai to the study.

Chatting and laughing among the young masters, they don't need girls like them to be around, even the close girl Chunlan can only stand outside the door and wait for the call.

Talking about poetry and painting in the room, laughing and talking, did not say goodbye until dusk.

"Oh, by the way, Shiro, your dim sum is pretty good, why don't I take some back and give it to my Thirteenth Niang, she loves this the most." Mr. Zhang said when he walked to the door and thought of something.

"It's easy to talk about." Cheng Silang smiled, "Which one do you like?"

"It's the peach sticks in that paper bag." Mr. Zhang said, pointing.

Cheng Silang ordered the girl to get it.

After waiting for a moment, the girls came over in panic.

"My lord, this is not from our family." One replied.

Mr. Zhang was a little surprised, while Cheng Silang was a little embarrassed.

"Where did you buy that, just go buy some more," he said.

"No need, no need, just tell me where you bought it, and I'll go by myself." Mr. Zhang laughed hurriedly.

The maids looked at each other and looked at Chunlan.

"Sister Chunlan brought it back," they said.

Chunlan froze for a moment.

"Oh, it's that..." She remembered something, "Is it Xuanmiaoguan's dim sum?"

"Xuanmiao Temple?" Young Master Zhang asked repeatedly.

At the same time, many families in the city were also pronouncing this name.

"Xuanmiaoguan." They read, looking at the patterned text on the paper bag in their hands, and then at the steward in front of them, "Is this the Mid-Autumn Festival return gift specially sent by Old Master Zhang?"

For Taoist nuns of Xuanmiao Temple, life is the same as ever.But not the same.

Because a girl walked away from the Taiping Palace on the mountain.

"Master will live in the Taiping Palace from now on, and the junior and second senior sisters will help out there. Linghui, watch the incense." One Taoist nun said to the other Taoist nun, "I'll make offerings."

"Senior Sister, it's okay, don't be nervous, the two of us are enough, anyway, no one will come..." Daoist Linghui said.

The voice did not fall.Footsteps outside the mountain gate.

"Xiangu, Xiangu."

Someone came in yelling.

As soon as he said people, someone came, and the two nuns hurriedly had plastic surgery to welcome them.

"Do you make mooncakes here?" The person who came was an old man and asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, several people came in from outside the door.

"Xianggu, the tribute for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Is there any more?"

"Xiangu, I wonder if I can pray for blessings?"

"Xianggu, do you serve fast food and snacks here?"

A flurry of inquiries flooded in, and the two Taoist nuns were stunned, not knowing who to listen to and who to answer.

What's wrong?

Why are there so many people here?

Two people in the Taoist temple are not enough!

The Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain is lively, but the Taiping Palace on the mountain is still there.

From the kitchen came the smell of two girls who didn't know what to do and the sound of chatting and laughing.

A little boy came from the front hall.First I looked into the room with my head, but there was no one in front of the screen.

"My lady. My lady." The little boy was a little scared and hurriedly shouted.

No one in the house agreed, so the little boy hurried to the kitchen and asked the two maids.

"Just now I was sitting on the porch." The two girls said, looking out, "Oh, this fool is really fast. Where did he go, I don't know what to say."

"Keep an eye on it." The little boy said urgently.

"Who is watching. You are watching the door, what do you want? Eat and drink from our house for free?" The two girls did not show any weakness, and shouted with their hands on their hips.

The little boy took two steps back in fright.

"Go find it." The two girls raised their eyebrows and pointed.

Scared, the little boy turned around and ran away, stumbled on the threshold before going out, and staggered, causing the two girls behind him to laugh.

The little boy was both ashamed and afraid that tears would fall, so he looked around anxiously.

The master and senior sister accompanied the lady at night, and they were busy making up their homework at this time, so she went to check the incense in the temple, and she couldn't see the lady when she came back. What if this fool fell off the mountain?

"Miss." She cried with a sobbing voice.

"Ok?"

Someone at the side door answered.

The little boy hurriedly raised his hand to wipe away his tears, only to see a young girl stepping in, wearing the usual plain satin coat, cinnabar skirt, clogs and white socks, long hair hanging down her waist, it was Cheng Jiaoniang.

"My lady..." the little boy hurriedly walked a few steps and shouted.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at her and twisted the branch in her hand into a flower.

"How?" she asked.

"Where did you go?" the boy asked.

"Walking." Cheng Jiaoniang said, walking straight to the small pavilion.

When Sister Banqin was there, their master and servant would go for a walk on the mountain every day, and the little boy was relieved, but now, there is only one person wandering around.

"Miss, you want to go out next time, call me." The little boy felt a little sad, hurriedly followed up and said loudly, slowing down, "Call me, look, I met a wolf and ate you."

Cheng Jiaoniang had already sat down on the pedestal of the pavilion, and when she heard this, she looked at her with the corners of her mouth curled up.

"Okay." She said, holding the branch down and writing on the ground.

"Miss, do you want some water?"

"...The stone is cold, let's go back?"

"Ma'am, are you hungry?"

The little boy asked questions from time to time, but Cheng Jiaoniang didn't answer, she just focused on holding the branches with her hands, hooking them horizontally and vertically.

"Lady, what are you drawing?" The little boy asked curiously, walked a few steps, and looked down.

There was a mess of ticks and dashes on the ground, which seemed to be a word, but soon the branches passed by, and the original handwriting was blurred.

Just scribbling.

The little boy raised his head and saw Cheng Jiaoniang changing the branch from his right hand to his left and continuing to draw on the ground.

The kid was affirmed by the scribbling, there is no one who writes with his left hand.

"My lady, my lady."

Sun Guanzhu's voice came from the front hall, Cheng Jiaoniang and Xiaotong looked for the sound, and saw Sun Guanzhu running over in a hurry, heading towards the house.

"Master, here." The little boy hurriedly called.

Only then did Guanzhu Sun see them, and hurried over, staggering and flustered, which caused the two girls standing at the kitchen door to laugh again.

"This has become their Buddha. They panic when they don't see each other for a moment." One laughed.

"That's right, without this silly girl, their mystical view will collapse." The other said, "Look, maybe where the next stick of incense will be burned, you have to ask this silly girl." Row."

The two girls guessed right.

"My lady, what do you think is going on here? Why are there so many here all of a sudden..." Guanzhu Sun asked.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked up at her, the branch in her hand didn't stop.

"Sanfu," she said, "Have you forgotten?"

Sun Guanzhu was taken aback by the question.Seeing the girl's numb expression, he also calmed down.

"You mean, the day before yesterday, the mountain sent tributes to passers-by?" She asked with a look of surprise.

Just because of that?No way.

"That's one, and there's another one. I want to thank Banqin." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

half celery?

Guanzhu Sun was stunned again, thinking of that day, Banqin also packed a basket of dried fruit as a tribute, saying it was to give to the old man in the city, and then never came back.

The old man is of extraordinary status and received these gifts.For Banqin's sake, did he make a name for their Xuanmiao Temple?

"Those smart people are like this. Give them nothing to eat, they can't eat any more, so they have to do something to be at ease." Cheng Jiaoniang said, twisting the branch in her hand into a flower.

It's really refreshing to have flexible hands and feet.

It won't be long before she can talk freely.

Just after she changed hands and wrote a few words again, Guanzhu Sun finally figured it out.Looking at the girl who was still sitting calmly in front of her, her heart was overwhelmed and it was difficult to calm down.

Thank you Banqin.I want to thank that old man, and finally I want to thank this person in front of me.

She asked if she wanted a nickname or a big name, instead of asking if she wanted to be famous. It seemed that being famous was an easy thing for her.

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, the name really came.

"Thank you, lady." She saluted solemnly.

Cheng Jiaoniang didn't speak, she stood up and put down the branch in her hand.

"Lady, then, these tributes have been used up, do you want to make some immediately?" Guanzhu Sun thought of something, and asked again hastily.

"Xiangu, you forgot again." Cheng Jiaoniang looked at her and said, "You are a Taoist temple, not a restaurant."

Guanzhu Sun calmed down with a burst of excitement.

"Scarcity is the most valuable thing." Cheng Jiaoniang said, walking past her and walking towards the house, "The most important thing is the quality."

Sun Guanzhu meditated for a moment afterward, and laughed a little.

"I, Bai Xiuxiu has practiced for so many years." She shook her head and said,

"That's not true." Cheng Jiaoniang turned her head and said, "Xiangu, it's just being in it."

Guanzhu Sun saluted her again with some shame.

After Cheng Jiaoniang walked into the house, she turned around and walked down the mountain. Compared with when she came, she walked calmly and looked indifferent.

Cheng Jiaoniang and Sun Guanzhu left separately, leaving the little boy standing by the small pavilion alone.

What did the master say to this silly girl just now?Why do the two seem to be having a good time talking?Why didn't she understand a word?

"Could it be that I'm actually a fool?" she murmured.

There was a chaotic crowd waiting in the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain, and they looked at the temple master Xiangu who stepped into the door with a call of the Dharma, with a solemn expression and a pleasant pace. It also makes this dilapidated Taoist temple a little more aura.

This mysterious concept is indeed a bit unusual, and this thought flashed through the minds of everyone present at this moment.

Mrs. Zhang on the donkey cart looked away from the bustling Xuanmiao Temple and looked at the girl standing beside the cart.

The girl looked sad, and tried her best to restrain herself, so that her body was shaking.

"Banqin, are you unwilling to follow us to the capital?" He asked.

The girl came back to her senses as if frightened.

"No, no, my lord, the servant is willing." She said tremblingly.

Mrs. Zhang laughed.

"If I believe this, then am I a fool?" He laughed, "A gentleman doesn't take what others like, so go."

After all, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the direction of the Taiping Palace on the mountain.

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Four thousand words more, one more, it's gone at noon and night, don't wait.

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