What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 290 The Son of Destiny
When Gong Ziguo woke up, he found himself lying on a bed.

A doctor with a medicine box on his back stood in front of him.

Medical cultivation is the avenue handed down by the holy emperor of the human race, but practitioners are extremely rare.

Even in Qi State, it is rarely seen.

Because medical practice is a monk who travels to various countries and treats diseases and saves people as a practice.

In short, for medical practitioners, the more patients they treat, the more intractable diseases they cure, the higher their cultivation level.

Medical practitioners are rare in the Three Realms. They do not meditate with breathing, but practice with deeds.

It is also very special.

However, the medical repair requirements are too harsh.

Few people can bear the pain of medical cultivation!

The way of medical practice is to cure diseases and save people, but who has the most diseases?

The answer is mortals.

Where can mortals have something that can be made offerings to get medical treatment?
Therefore, medical training is generally difficult.

Just like the person in front of Gongziguo, he seems to have a golden core cultivation, but he only wears a simple cloth robe, and the shoes on his feet are rattan woven shoes that seem to be some kind of elixir.

His face was haggard and he looked a little tired.

If you feel it carefully, you will find that the Dao Yun around this monk is a little unstable, obviously he has suffered some serious injuries!
This is the fate of medical practitioners.

Walking barefoot on the earth, medicine and medicine for all living beings. In the eyes of doctors and cultivators, monster races, human races, and water races are all patients, and they are all materials for their cultivation.

Naturally, it is inevitable to encounter all kinds of difficulties and obstacles. If you are not careful, you will die in the wilderness!
"Are you awake?" The doctor looked at Gong Ziguo, and said calmly: "You are very angry and restless, thank you for being brought here in time, otherwise even I would not be able to save you!"

Gong Ziguo smiled miserably: "Thank you..."

He would rather have died then.

But Gongziguo knew that he couldn't die.

God will not let him die.

Didn't torture enough, didn't drive him crazy, didn't make him see all the shattering he held dear.

Heaven will not let him off as a sinner!
He sat up and asked, "I don't know your surname?"

"Mianzun's surname is Mo..." the doctor replied.

"Mo?" Gong Ziguo frowned: "The royal family of Song Dynasty split off ten thousand years ago... It is said that Mo is the surname..."

The doctor nodded: "Your Excellency actually knows about this!"

Gong Ziguo stretched out his hand to go to the body, and took out the fragrant copper to pay for the consultation fee and medicine fee.

At this time, a little boy walked in bouncing outside the door.

"Abba, Aba, Mr. Tao taught me how to learn abacus today!" The little boy said happily, "I'm learning so fast, Mr. Tao even rewarded me with a little flower!"

"It's really good!" The doctor surnamed Mo knelt down and kissed his son: "Abba is proud of you!"

Seeing this, Gong Ziguo let out a deep breath and asked, "Mr. Mo, you don't plan to let your son inherit your medical and spiritual tradition?"

The doctor surnamed Mo smiled wryly: "The journey of medical training is extremely difficult!"

"Golden needles to cure evil, silver needles to exorcise evil spirits..."

"Although it is a majestic avenue, there is no shelter above and no support below..."

"How can my son wander the world like me?"

Gong Ziguo nodded, expressing his understanding.

Most of the medical practitioners embark on this path because of their ideals, but in the end they end up with broken bodies and restless old age.

Therefore, whenever possible, future generations will be allowed to change careers.

He took out two ingots of fragrant copper from his pocket and handed them to the doctor: "Are these enough?"

"If it's not enough, I'll order someone to bring it after a while!"

The doctor surnamed Mo took the incense copper, weighed it, and put it away: "Enough!"

Medical practitioners travel all over the world, they always want what they want, and they don't know how to pick and choose.

Because the journey is also part of their practice!

Gong Ziguo stood up and wanted to go out.

But out of the corner of his eye, he saw the back of the little boy.

There are five colors of light lingering behind its head.

The triple layer of light and shadow contains the shadow of humanity.

Gongzi Kingdom has never seen a mortal like this.

But he knew that this was what Heaven allowed him to see.

"This little boy's son...or grandson...or even himself..." Gong Ziguo swallowed, his intuition throbbing in his heart: "Maybe it will bear the destiny of heaven and promote enlightenment?"

This is still what Heaven told him.

Looking at the back of the little boy, Gong Ziguo took a deep breath, then looked at the doctor surnamed Mo, cupped his hands and asked, "Your Excellency, how many generations have you been practicing medicine?"

The doctor surnamed Mo smiled miserably: "Since my ancestor was punished as a mortal, for ten thousand years, thirteen generations have practiced medicine from generation to generation, and it has been passed down from generation to generation!"

"When I came here two years ago, I finally woke up and understood that this ten-thousand-year journey will end here!"

"From the ancestors to the present, the wandering for thousands of years can end!"

Gong Ziguo swallowed.

This doctor surnamed Mo and his ancestors have been wandering and practicing medicine for thousands of years since they were dismissed by the Song Dynasty clan...

The thirteen generations have been passed down from generation to generation...

This is... this is God's will!

"Song State...Song State..." the young master muttered to himself.

"The State of Song is the descendant of Yin Shangzi's surname!"

"Before the Song Dynasty, it was Wei Ziqi, brother of King Zhou, who was one of the three kings ordered by the Duke of Zhou!"

"Worshiping the afterglow of Yin Shang..."

"And 36 years ago... King Zhou was supported by that master..."

"And now, that master is here!"

Gong Ziguo staggered.

In his eyes, countless causes and effects flashed, and these causes and effects gave him a splitting headache.

In the severe pain, Gong Ziguo vaguely understood.

This little boy's offspring, I am afraid, will definitely produce a great virtuous person who can worship under that master!
However, today the numbers change.

The destiny is advanced, so the secret manifests, and the son or grandson of this little boy may inherit the inevitable destiny in advance!

Even destiny may fall on this little boy!

Amidst the severe headache, Gong Ziguo grabbed the hand of the doctor surnamed Mo, and asked eagerly, "Has your son taken a name?"

The doctor surnamed Mo shook his head: "Our family will only be named after crowning. Before crowning, we all have nicknames..."

"Small name?"

"Hmm!" Doctor Mo surnamed said: "This is the ancestor's instruction!"

In fact, he didn't know why he wanted to tell this strange patient about these family past events.

But he just couldn't help it, as if the person in front of him was someone he could confide in.

"Ancestor Xun..." Gong Ziguo stumbled out of the house: "Ancestor Xun..."

"Hahaha……"

Only he knows, and only he understands.

This is destiny!

God's will!

Name it!

What name the little boy will take on the day of his coronation determines God's will and destiny!
He just needs to be given a proper name.

You will get the destiny!

The cause and effect of his ancestors who have accumulated virtue and done good deeds for thousands of years will explode on him.

If you can't choose a correct name, your destiny will be delayed!
And that name is closely related to the birth of another person!

They are destined opponents!

A fateful confrontation between two masters of Taoism!
(End of this chapter)