Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

It looked like hundreds or thousands of strands of light were flowing around.

It appears to be composed of three strokes... but in reality, it has an unknown number of strokes.

There's something there.

Li Xin was deeply shocked.

"Then let's give it a try."

Seeing is believing, writing is believing.

Li Xin felt that since these were characters, writing them down might reveal the truth behind the patterns hidden in the Inner Canon.

It may also be related to my second uncle's disappearance.

Li Xiaowan once said that after her father obtained this medical book, he studied it every day, neglecting to eat or sleep, and eventually became neurotic.

Once, she hid nearby and eavesdropped, and heard her father mutter unrealistic things like, "Just a little bit more, just a little bit more, and he'll be able to rise to prominence soon."

See this character image.

Li Xin recalled the words spoken by Dr. Yang Shoucheng of Huichuntang when he paid his respects to him.

Dr. Yang once said.

Several patients who were declared terminally ill not only did not die after entering Baoshentang, but their lives were extended by one to several months.

Extending one's life by a certain amount is really nothing.

There are precedents of people using precious medicines to prolong their lives.

But the question is, why would Li Wanshan of Baoshentang do something so unwise?

He used precious old ginseng to prolong his life once or twice, and even let the news get out...

Exposing one's own treasures will only attract unwanted attention and lead to trouble.

At first, Li Xin believed it.

It now seems that the results were correct, but the process in between was not as Dr. Yang guessed.

My second uncle has probably come up with something amazing.

He didn't rely on century-old ginseng to cure his illness; instead, he genuinely learned remarkable skills from this medical classic.

If he hadn't seen the benefits, how could he have been so captivated by this medical book?

It's not like I'm a medical student for the first time.

Li Xin's mind raced with thoughts.

Pick up the calligraphy brush.

Li Xiaowan, who was standing nearby, had already started grinding ink.

Judging from her skillful movements, she had obviously done this at home before.

Li Xin dipped his finger in ink, closed his eyes, silently contemplated the pattern, and slowly drew it on the rice paper.

At this time, he was in high spirits, and his muscles and bones were all well-trained and mature.

He held the pen with the precision of a needle, as steady as Mount Tai.

The ink marks fell, like embroidery, drawing countless tiny, wandering lines.

The strokes of the brush are winding and connected, forming a clover.

"puff……"

I just added the last horizontal line.

Suddenly, a flame appeared on the paper.

Xuan paper spontaneously combusts even without wind.

Before his eyes, the whole thing turned into a fiery red.

With a gust of wind, it turned to ashes.

"what,"

Li Xiaowan called out softly.

Startled, he took two steps back.

Li Xin didn't retreat. He lowered his head, picked up a bit of ash left on the table, and carefully sensed it. A smile appeared in his eyes.

"Truly extraordinary."

Using his mental perception, he clearly felt a very comfortable aura on the ashes.

Like the grass in spring, or the sunlight you see when you wake up in the morning.

Vigorous and full of vitality.

……

Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Secret Techniques of Incantation

“Hongxiu, I remember there’s a paper-making shop on Zhengyang West Street. The shopkeeper knows a little bit about everything, and he also sells cinnabar and yellow paper.”

Li Xin looked up and shouted into the courtyard.

"Indeed, there is. I know the old Taoist priest who runs the shop. I heard he is a 34th generation disciple of Maoshan. He is quite famous for catching ghosts, exorcising evil spirits, and finding auspicious burial sites. My family even asked him to look at the land back then."

What's wrong, young master? Is there anything you need that old Taoist Qiu for? Actually, actually…

Zhuang Hongxiu was preparing medicinal herbs and boiling them with water. Upon hearing this, she stood up and walked over, her tone somewhat hesitant.

She thought for a moment and then said, "Young master, that old Taoist Qiu probably doesn't have any real skills. His shop isn't doing very well either; he just makes a living by using his words."

"I don't need him to have any real skills. I just want to go to his shop and buy some real cinnabar and yellow paper. I'll need them."

Li Xin smiled and saw through Zhuang Hongxiu's thoughts at a glance.

At the time when the Zhuang family was still prosperous, their family business was vast, and their door was always bustling with visitors.

Li Xin didn't need to ask Master Qiu to perform a ritual; it was definitely related to the prosperity and good fortune of his household.

Moreover, Li Xin could also conclude that the Taoist priest Qiu must have said many kind words back then.

Can you please stop saying nice things?

They come from an official family, and their wealth and status have lasted for generations...

If a Taoist priest who makes a living keeps spouting ominous phrases, he won't have made it out alive.

But coincidentally...

Not long after the kind words were spoken.

The bookmaker has already fallen from grace.

The head of the household was punished, and the property was sold off...

The fact that such a large manor was torn apart by wives and children, and that people were forced to wander and suffer was ironic no matter how you looked at it.

Therefore, it's easy to imagine how strong Zhuang Hongxiu's opinion was towards that paper-making shop on Zhengyang West Street.

"Okay, I'll be right back."

"Just tell Qiao'er and the others to go over there."

"It's better if I choose it myself. Young master, you don't know, that old Taoist priest bullies newcomers, and he might accidentally sell you a fake."

Zhuang Hongxiu was very persistent in this regard.

Li Xin sighed and let her go.

Soon, Zhuang Hongxiu returned, with beads of sweat still on her nose and a slightly wistful expression.

As soon as she entered, she put on a sweet smile: "Young master, this is Qiu's best cinnabar, and the yellow paper is also top-grade."

She smiled at Li Xiaowan and personally cut the paper and prepared the cinnabar.

"Young master, would you like to have a talisman drawn?"

She asked curiously.

"I guess so..."

Li Xin had no idea what he was drawing.

But thinking about it, it's similar to the runes in Taoist legends.

Because, it's just one word.

He used Xuan paper to apply ink, and after finishing the painting, he felt that the paper and ink could not bear the weight of the picture.

It is clearly something ethereal and intangible.

Yet it seemed to possess a tangible power.

This time, Li Xin used a new brush dipped in cinnabar to paint more carefully, and he was more focused on the task at hand.

After the drawing was finished, even Zhuang Hongxiu could tell that something was wrong.

"Hey, this little blade of grass seems to be coming to life. It's clearly a character, but why does it look like a blade of grass?"

She rubbed her eyes and said incredulously.

Li Xin stared intently at the picture, finding it increasingly familiar. He felt as if he had seen the character before, and he remembered it.

He thought for a while before confirming and saying, "This should be the oracle bone script character for 'life'."

Ancient characters generally follow the rules of semantic coherence. Their vibrant appearance allows people to feel their true meaning even if they don't recognize them.

Xiaowan, what do you think?

Li Xiaowan, who had been frowning, shook her head slightly: "Compared to the illusory images in the medical books, it seems like something is missing."

She said uncertainly in a low voice, "Maybe my little sister misread it. I just feel like we should change some of the strokes?"

After all, medical books have been passed down for a very long time, and times have changed; what was useful in the past may not be suitable for today.

Li Xiaowan was gifted in medicine.

She even realized that medical principles and medicines in different periods must change with the times.

No two leaves are the same, just as no two diseases are the same.

When encountering patients today, we should adapt to the changing times and prescribe medicine according to the individual patient.

“You’re right, times have changed.” A thought flashed through Li Xin’s mind.

In his previous life, he had a wide range of knowledge and had heard many people talk about the failure of inheritance.

That era was the true end of the Dharma era, and all the superstitious things from ancient times were no longer of any use.

Some speculate that this is not because the skill has been lost, but because the environment is no longer suitable.

Li Xiaowan understood this principle at such a young age. Of course, he himself understood it.

So, are the ancient diagrams no longer useful because they lack certain necessary conditions?

Just like the old Taoist priest at Qiu's shop, just like the complete decline of Taoism today, the only thing that can be considered somewhat unusual is martial arts.

However, with the rapid advancement of science, all these problems have been completely annihilated.

"The so-called environment should refer to energy concentration, and specifically a special kind of energy that can be utilized. This has been determined in later generations."

If I replenish this energy, will the word reappear in its original form?

Thinking of this, Li Xin felt slightly excited.

He happens to possess this kind of energy.

That is [faith].

He didn't understand why this power, which originated from the hearts of ordinary people, was something others couldn't control or utilize, while he could truly touch it.

But as long as it works, there's no need to delve into the details.

He picked up the brush again and dipped it in cinnabar.

Li Xin quietly immersed himself in thought, separating 0.1 of his remaining 0.3 of his spiritual power and pouring it into the vermilion ink at the tip of his brush.