Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 479. The Secret of the Golden Man
Lord Yao, whose surname is Sun, rode a dragon and straddled a tiger, twisting a needle in his hand...

Chirp, chirp, quack, chirp...

Subconsciously, Li Zhen shook his head, and after shaking off the allegro sound in his ears, he looked at Sun Simiao dryly:

"Poverty Li Shouchu, I met Daoist Sun."

He understood why Sun Simiao called him a senior, it must be because his own kindness had been exposed.

When I was "planting the land" before, I felt the... vague desire coming from my body.It's just that the matter was too serious at the time, and he didn't have time to check it out, but now when he heard the title, he knew that the other party must have recognized that he was using the Xuanjun concept of He Guang Tong Chen, and all Taoists in the world are called seniors. That's why he got the title "Senior Li".

But that's not the point.

The point is...

He is Sun Simiao?

Looking at his age in his thirties, his complexion is dark. At first glance, it belongs to the kind that has been running outside all year round and exposed to the sun. He can't see any charms, but his eyes are clean...

I have to admit that Sun Simiao gives people a good impression.

It's not that he looks so fairy-like, but...that very down-to-earth simplicity.

After thousands of years, I saw Lord Yao...

Not to mention, this surprise really temporarily suppressed Li Zhen's desire.

While in a daze, Sun Simiao had already walked over.

I didn't mention things like you pinched my thigh or kicked my mount before, but when he came to Li Zhen, he looked at the Taoist whose expression suddenly became weird, and he cupped his hands:

"Senior, please help."

"Uh……"

Li Zhen raised his wrist, let him hold it, and said:
"Sun Daochang told me to stay at the beginning. Before worshiping the teacher, Xiaodao was also a member of the Taoist school."

He started to give the steps, and Sun Simiao was not polite.

Who told you to pinch my thigh just now, now it's even.

So he nodded and began to take Li Zhen's pulse seriously.

Then he frowned.

how so fast?
His heartbeat...why so fast?
Little did they know... Li Zhen couldn't help but look back at him and dig out.

That thing... is on the opponent.

He can feel it.

It was in the cloth bag hanging on his body.

I endured so hard.

And in this silence, Sun Simiao's brows became more and more wrinkled.

After a while, he let go of Li Zhen, and put his hand into the cloth bag. He didn't know what was in the cloth bag. Anyway, after groping in the cloth bag for a long time, he found a pill and handed it to Li Zhen. :
"Eat it."

"This is……?"

Li Zhen was a little puzzled when he looked at the shape of Daliwan.

"Heart pulse is palpitating and palpitating, take this medicine first, and we will see it later."

"……it is good."

After taking the pill, throwing it into his mouth, chewing it twice and swallowing the bitter taste, Cui Caiwei, who is quick-eyed and quick-handed, hastened to pass the gourd:

"Taoist, water."

Li Zhen nodded, and after taking two gulps, Xuanzang asked Sun Simiao:

"Daozhang Sun, is it okay for Daozhang to be healthy?"

Sun Simiao shook his head:
"It's hard to say for now, we'll see when the medicine dissolves."

Then, he turned his head and said to Li Zhen:
"Don't talk for now, let's go, make up for the shortfall. Pindao won't leave tonight, I will protect you all night."

"……Um."

Indeed, Li Zhen also knew that she was suffering badly.

Even if the price of being in harmony with the light has been reduced to the minimum, the span of "years" is not something he, who has just practiced the exercises for less than a month, can resist.

Although his time control has been significantly improved through this "hot-headed" accident, it is like all the parts of a car meet the ultra-high standards of a rally, except the engine is a hip-pull Players have a reason.

He still lacks a lot.

At the same time, he also had to restrain the longing in his heart, and meditating and exercising Qi was the best way.

As for other things... just saw it.

The sorghum field has been divided, and even the poles have been cut down a lot, and the smoke around the house has not been extinguished. I think everyone...is full, right?

With a sense of accomplishment, the Taoist put on an appearance of five hearts, and instantly entered a state of meditation.

Other things... leave it to Xuanzang.

……

The Taoist entered meditation, and the night calmed down.

Sitting back in front of the bonfire again, Sun Simiao waited quietly for Li Zhen's medicinal power to be catalyzed. At this moment, Cui Caiwei saw that he had no intention of cultivating, so she spoke instead:

"Daozhang Sun."

"Ok?"

Sun Simiao looked at this female knight who had never had any sense of existence, showing doubts.

"I heard that... the Taoist priest came from Laojun Temple?"

Hearing this, Sun Simiao was taken aback, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But without hiding it, he nodded:
"Unexpectedly, Jushi Cui is so well-informed that he has even heard the name of the poor."

Under Xuanzang's quiet listening, Cui Caiwei quickly shook her head:
"The Taoist priest misunderstood. It's not that I have a lot of experience, but... I was originally from Shandong. Emperor Wen was 22 years old, and I was still young. There was an epidemic in Shandong. The Taoist priest was in my family at that time. Everyone knows the power of the Taoist priest to dispel the wind and ward off evil spirits. When the epidemic is eliminated, many people call the Taoist priest a living god. It’s just that he was young and his parents didn’t let him go out. , I didn't expect it to be the Taoist priest, so I asked, if there is any offense, I hope the Taoist priest will not take the blame."

"22 years of Emperor Wen?"

Sun Simiao thought for a while, then nodded:
"Oh, I remembered, yes, that's right. Pindao gathered medicine from Zhongnan Mountain at that time, and heard that the Anguo generation had an epidemic and went there. I didn't expect to have such a fate with the layman."

Yasukuni?

The first generation of Dingzhou, Shenzhou, and Anguo were all Boling administrations.

Could it be...she is the daughter of the Boling Cui family?
Xuanzang, who was listening quietly, had some calculations in his mind.

Cui Caiwei showed curiosity:
"I later heard people say that the Living Immortal Daoist Sun Simiao turned out to be a first-grade alchemist from Laojunguan. It's just... Although I don't know if it's convenient, but I'm really curious..."

"I'm curious why Pindao left Laojun Temple?"

Without her needing to speak, Sun Simiao smiled and shook his head:
"Actually, there is nothing to say. When Pindao was young, his family was fairly well-off. At that time... his parents hoped that Pindao would be able to become an official. Maybe it was because of improper morals, or maybe it was his fate. I haven't read books for a few years. , the body suddenly got a serious illness. In order to treat Pindao's illness, his parents sought medical advice everywhere, and spent a lot of money, but they never got better.

Later, I met a wandering Taoist priest. After seeing Pindao, he personally took him into Zhongnan Mountain to gather medicine for three days. After three days, he pounded the collected herbs into a concoction for Pindao to drink. , In one noon, the symptoms disappeared completely.And the Taoist priest didn't take any money from the poor parents, just took a few pancakes and left.

Pindao wanted to be a teacher, but was also rejected. The Taoist priest once said that there is no relationship between a teacher and an apprentice with Pindao, and the deadline is approaching.When leaving, I should be alone... But maybe seeing that Pindao has this potential, before leaving, I still left a few medical books.Since then, Pindao has become interested in Taoist scriptures and medical books.

Later, by a coincidence, I became a cultivator and practiced medicine in the Jianghu for more than a year. Suddenly, I heard that the Laojun at that time had four of the Twelve Golden Men of the First Emperor. Dao then passed the assessment, joined the Laojun Temple, and became a ninth-rank alchemist... Then he studied alchemy and medicine all the way, in fact, it was all for the purpose of curing diseases and saving people. "

When explaining his experience, Sun Simiao did not hide anything.

There's nothing to hide about this thing either.

"As for why you left Laojun Temple...the reason is also here. According to the words of the national teacher, the talent of the poor...is considered acceptable."

Cui Caiwei's mouth twitched at these words...

It has been ten years since Daoist Sun left Laojun Temple.

And before leaving, the other party was only in his early twenties, and he had already become a number one alchemist under the rule of the national teacher.

This is called "can"?
It's really humble enough.

And he practiced medicine in the rivers and lakes, specializing in the treatment of difficult and miscellaneous diseases.

I don't know how many people in this world have paid a lot of money to find this talented first-grade alchemist to treat their illnesses.

Someone found it, the gold and silver were not used, and it was restored to its original state.

Some people can't find it, gold and silver are useless, and they are gone forever.

His medical skills... are really beyond the reach of any simple doctor.

If it wasn't for her ribs being unharmed, she would have wanted the other party to take a look.

And Sun Simiao didn't know what she was thinking, so he said to himself:

"To become a first-grade alchemist, Pindao's original intention is to continue to study the medical skills of the pre-Qin... Maybe the two of you don't know that the way of medicine does not have to be the same as Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. The inherited Wumen lineage is inextricably linked...Pindao hopes that the world will be free from the suffering of the disease, and become a first-rank alchemist. With greater power and more things that can be ordered, it will be more helpful for Pindao to study diseases But... Emperor Wen suddenly wants to live forever in his later years..."

Speaking of this, he shook his head and sighed:
"In this world, who dares to say that there is real longevity?...Moreover, is it really a good thing to live forever? Seeing relatives and friends around you die, turned into flesh and bones, and in the end only What a terrible thing it is to leave a lonely family alone?"

Unaware, at this moment, my point of view coincides with that of a Taoist soul who will be a thousand years later, shaking his head, and his tone is somewhat angry:
"The emperor wants to live forever. Everyone, including Pindao, must start researching immortality pills...whether it's a trick or...anything else. Anyway, we have to do it. But Pindao doesn't want to do it, thinking it's It is delaying the treatment and saving of the poor. In the eyes of the poor, the longevity of one person is not as good as that of the whole world. So I left."

As the Taoist told, Xuanzang and Cui Caiwei were in awe.

as predicted……

This man is of noble character.

Admirable.

but……

"Daozhang Sun..."

Xuanzang noticed something was wrong.

"Did the Taoist priest leave in the later years of Emperor Wen?"

"Ah."

"But now it's been 12 years since the great cause..."

"Because Pindao left, it was after completing the agreement with the national teacher ten years ago, and helping him restore a twelve-gold man of the first emperor, that he completely broke up with Laojun. I have benefited a lot, and even this ability is taught by the national teacher. Although I don’t have the name of master and apprentice, I have a friendship anyway. How can I just say it off? "

"...Didn't it mean that the national teacher has gathered all the twelve golden men?"

Cui Caiwei frowned and asked:
"Why do you want to restore it?"

"Oh?"

Sun Simiao raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Subconsciously glanced at Xuanzang.

After finding that there was no surprise on the other party's face, but a kind of doubt, he couldn't help but nodded and sighed:
"The layman is really well-informed. He even knows about the Twelve Jinren."

"..."

This time, Cui Caiwei was a little embarrassed.

She also looked at Xuanzang.

After all... Her "identity" is just an ordinary son and daughter of the Jianghu, and things like the Twelve Golden Man can almost be called a secret that is only passed down in the legends of the Jianghu.

People in the Jianghu know it, so it's no surprise.

Because as early as many years ago, there was a legend in the rivers and lakes that "whoever can gather all the twelve golden men can be called the leader of the martial arts".

But how to be called the leader of the martial arts, and why he can command the heroes of the world, no one knows.

Everyone is shouting slogans, but no matter what you do, you will be blinded.

normal.

Rivers and lakes are just rivers and lakes.

Its pool is that big.Compared with a dynasty, it is really nothing.

Maybe there are some sects that are huge, but no matter how big the sect is, compared with the hundreds of thousands of soldiers, they are nothing more than rubble on the side of the road.

The Twelve Goldens have secrets, and everyone in the Jianghu knows it after they reach a certain level.

But knowing that there is a secret and knowing how to use it are two different ways.

Master Xuanzang is an eminent monk of the Bodhi Temple. The Bodhi Temple has commanded the Buddhist sects all over the world to survive the destruction of Buddha twice. It is normal to know these secrets.

But my own... is a little...

Know too much.

What's more, the gathering of the twelve golden men is a royal secret, how could she know?

An ordinary cultivator who has left the world, if he has no identity, how can he know?
But looking at Master Xuanzang, it seems that he has nothing to say...

I don't know if I'm pretending to be confused or really confused.

Finally, he didn't expose her.

And Sun Simiao is not stupid...

In other words, if you really want to talk about it, Cui Caiwei's experience in the world is still a little shallow.

So, not counting the Taoist who likes to pinch people's thighs and meditates there, the three of them have reached a very tacit balance.

The middle-aged Taoist nodded:
"It's really good. The national teacher has indeed gathered the twelve golden men. However...the twelve golden men have been through several wars. Although the casting techniques are amazing, they have been damaged a lot after all. And it is very simple to restore them. Just It is necessary to connect the records left by the predecessors of the pre-Qin and the monster races in the various schools of thought, and it will be enough. And the one who is in charge of the poor is the line of medicine."

Now it was Xuanzang's turn to be surprised:
"Can it still be connected?...The fragments are restored?"

"good."

Sun Simiao nodded:
"Among the golden people, each has different truths. And the truths recorded by the ancestors, even if they are smashed, are like a book of paper. Even if it is torn in half, as long as the handwriting matches, it will be fine." The reading is fluent. The same is true for the twelve golden men. Pindao has been sacrificing the fragments of this golden man for several years, splicing and repairing them. This is the request made by the national teacher for Pindao to leave."

"Amitabha...it's really unheard of."

Apparently, Xuanzang also heard for the first time that the Twelve Golden People used it in this way.

"The poor monk only knows the truth hidden among the golden people. Those who are destined to worship sincerely can get the teachings of the ancestors in the spiritual platform. Unexpectedly...it can be used like this."

After singing a Buddhist name, Cui Caiwei asked curiously:
"So... the Taoist priest has now mastered all the knowledge and principles of the twelve golden people about the path of medicine?"

"how is this possible."

Speaking of this, Sun Simiao let out a wry smile.

"Cui Jushi thinks things are too simple... um."

After thinking for a while, he touched the cloth bag that never left his body.

After fumbling for a while, I took out a compass from inside.

The compass looks very delicate, and the azimuths of the celestial stems and earthly branches coincide with the stars in the sky according to the positions of the circle after circle.

He pointed to the compass and said:

"For example, the Twelve Golden Man is this compass. After being broken, its various orientations have changed."

As he spoke, he spun the compass a few times casually, and after a sound of mechanism, the compass that represented good and bad in each direction was scattered like a Rubik's cube.

"And the so-called restoration is like resetting the compass. There is no need to comprehend the content inside, for example here:"

Move your finger to the Bagua direction outside Luopan Tianchi (Central Store):

"Kun's position is lower than Yin, Yin's lower is Zhu Tian, ​​Zhu Tian Ding, human Ding has earthly branch Gengwu Bingwu..."

As he fiddled, the compass slowly recovered.

"Recovery, that's what it means. You only need to comprehend a certain breaking point in the immortal record, and then find the correspondence in another fragment. But just like this compass and feng shui, the eight trigrams position the heavenly stems and the earthly branches, and ordinary people move a little bit. You can learn it with some brains. But there are geologists who can study Fengshui and dragon veins, who know astronomy and geography, but some people can only set up stalls on the street to tell fortunes. The same content, the people inside the door and the people outside the door There are two looks."

With a wry smile, the Taoist shook his head:

"Don't think it's easy to restore... To tell you the truth, the content of the twelve golden people is extremely complicated, and the inside and outside of the immortal record are uncertain. The poor can obtain some fragmented knowledge through shallow sacrifices. But if the world The only person who can see all the mysteries at a glance is the national teacher."

"...The national teacher can see all the twelve golden men?"

Cui Caiwei's eyes widened in shock.

Sun Simiao nodded:

"Well. As long as the golden man recovers, the national teacher can read all the truths... As for how to do it... Maybe, this is the second best ability in the world. Like an old Taoist, he can only pass daily sacrifices, In order to get a few words..."

"..."

"..."

Xuanzang and Cui Caiwei did not speak for a long time.

Obviously, they were all shocked by Sun Simiao's words.

After a while, the heroine smiled wryly and cupped her hands:

"Thank you Daoist for pointing out the maze... Daoist, please rest assured, I swear this secret to the heavens, and I will not reveal it to anyone! If you break this oath, you will be punished by heaven and earth!"

Obviously, Cui Daxia repaid Sun Simiao's frank treatment with a heavy oath.

But the middle-aged Taoist waved his hands when he heard it:

"No need. This is not a secret...Among the world, there are many people who know that the national teacher has restored the Twelve Golden Men. There are no less than a hundred people in Laojun's temple alone. The national teacher has never deliberately hidden , and even after recovery, they were broken up and divided again, and handed over to those who he thought could help his own practice. The knowledge of these ancestors is indeed valuable, but it is more of a reference and reference. After all, the burning book pit After the Confucianism, there have been gaps in these inheritances, and what the national teacher is doing now is nothing more than reconnecting, linking the past and the next."

"...Then why not make it public directly?...The poor monk refers to the transcripts and books."

Xuanzang asked his puzzlement.

Now even Sun Simiao shook his head:

"This is also the puzzling part of the poor... But if you think about it, the secret must not be leaked. But in these years, after the Twelve Jinren were re-disbanded by the National Teacher, it is true that they were divided into many places. Well... Anyway, it is true Having said that, please take a look, both of you."

I saw him touch it again from the cloth bag.

A...a palm-length box with the talisman attached was pulled out.

"!!!"

Cui Caiwei's eyes were straightened, and before the box was opened, she guessed what was inside.

I heard Sun Simiao say:

"Inside, what is actually contained is a fragment of a golden man. The content inside is all written by pre-Qin doctors, and the lost art of Zhu You is in it. As long as you can understand the content, there will be fewer people in the world. Many incurable ghost diseases..."

Congratulations, respectful meaning.

Also called cursing.

It is the method used by real people in ancient times to cure diseases with spells.

It is rumored that the person who used it the best was Zhang Daoling, the Taoist patriarch who invented talisman water to cure diseases.

According to legend, Zhang Daoling threw a paper talisman into the river, and those who drank the river for ten years would be free from all diseases.

After the Three Kingdoms, this technique has been lost.

Some say it was destroyed by Zhang Jiao, and others say it was burned by Sima Yi.

There are all kinds of arguments.

It is rumored that Zhu You is a doctor of ghosts and gods, who spends time asking ghosts and gods, and specializes in treating ghost diseases.

It's a doctor's unique skill!
Zhu Youshu at this moment is hidden in this box! ?
And when the two were surprised, Sun Simiao was still shaking his head:

"It's a pity that it's easy to recover, and understand the content inside, but you can only set aside an hour a day to burn incense and sacrifice, to understand in the chaotic place of the Lingtai, and the impoverished way to enter the realm is slow..."

While speaking, he knocked on the lock of the long box with his hand.

And the moment I opened the box...

"Whoosh!!"

Suddenly a golden light flashed in the box.

A trace of astonishment appeared on Sun Simiao's instinctive face, but his movements were not slow, and he subconsciously grabbed at the golden light.

But after all...

late!

The golden light flying out of the box instantly came to the face of the meditating Taoist.

Like a wanderer who couldn't wait to go home, he hit the Taoist priest on the head.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise.

The golden light flashed by.

It's even hard to tell if it's a hallucination or something, but it's just a feeling...

The golden light that flashed past seemed not to have entered the body of the Taoist who had been meditating at the side all the time.

Then, it turned into a metal long stick that reflected dim fire light under the firelight, and fell to the ground.

And the honest Taoist who was smashed was dazed...

Fall backwards.

With a bruise on his forehead.

"...????"

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(End of this chapter)