Daming Taoist Medicine

Chapter 13

Yang Fan asked Chen Busan: "Grandpa Chen! You are a person who has experienced a lot of knowledge and experience. You don't know the trivial matters of burial and seal, do you know something?"

Chen Busan patted Yang Fan's shoulder and said, "You're a teenager, it's really embarrassing for you, leave these things to me."

Yang Fan bowed deeply and thanked silently.

Yang Fan entrusted with carte blanche, and Chen Busan did it himself.

Prepare the sacrifices, say the horoscope, count the time, and then Yang Fan will cover the first handful of soil...

Under the willows in the setting sun, the sky is red, and the water is red;

Yang Fan stared blankly at the tombstone.

Every time my grandfather stood under the willow tree and yelled about how he ate, it was like yesterday, and every time Yang Fan recalled it, he couldn't help worrying.

Yang Fan thought: "Now he is under the willow tree forever, but he can no longer call me by my name."

Yang Fan asked: "Is it a bit shabby?"

Chen Busan said: "The doctor doesn't like red tape."

Yang Fan suddenly said in a low voice: "Grandpa Chen, you and Grandpa don't have a normal relationship, right?"

Chen Busan asked in a low voice, "How do you know?"

Yang Fan: "I don't even know Grandpa's horoscope."

Chen Busan: "Your grandfather and I have a little relationship, and we are still comrades in arms. Although we are not brothers, we are like brothers."

Yang Fan said: "Can you tell me about it? Grandpa only tells me anecdotes about the world, but he never tells his own stories."

Chen Busan: "The experience of the old doctor cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences. No one can understand the twists and turns and bitterness. Since he doesn't want to talk about it, then I respect his choice. Don't worry... you will know later ... will know."

Yang Fan sighed and didn't ask any more questions.

Chen Busan said suddenly: "You have to beware of Mr. Zhu."

Yang Fan asked in surprise, "Why do you say that?"

Chen Busan said: "His identity is not simple."

Yang Fan smiled but didn't answer, with an expression that he knew it all along.Asked: "What plans does Grandpa Chen have in the future?"

Chen Busan: "I have been homeless and destitute all my life, so I should find a place to bury it. Since this is the home of the old doctor, it will be my home from now on. I just wonder if you would like to take me in?"

Yang Fan said: "I'm so happy."

Chen Busan: "Then what are your plans?"

Yang Fan said: "Travel and experience, revenge and revenge."

Chen Busan: "Then I'll be with you? In fact, I can learn martial arts."

Yang Fan shook his head: "You should stay on the island and watch your home. My age is suitable for traveling. It is good for my character and my martial arts. As for you... I can see that you have internal injuries, and they cannot be healed by medicine and stones." Kind of."

Chen Busan hesitated and said, "Then...can you accompany me for a few days before leaving?"

Yang Fan nodded.

Chen Busan smiled bitterly.

Yang Fan turned to leave, and the setting sun dragged his shadow, drifting away, lonely and slender.

Yang Fan suddenly stopped and said, "I will go out tonight, for three days at most, or one day at shortest, to collect a few consultation fees owed by others."

Chen Busan asked curiously, "Can't we go tomorrow morning? What do you have to do at night?"

Yang Fan: "One, I don't like to send others away, and I don't like being sent off, so I choose to leave at night; two, I'll go early and return early, so I can spend a few more days with you."

Chen Busan sighed lightly, staring at Xinfen in a daze, yes, giving someone away is really unpleasant.

It was night, and Yang Fan was fully dressed, paddling a small raft, and heading up the river.

Zhu Qingshan was deeply involved in studying the book "Mathematics" written by Yang Fan.It can be said that I forget to eat and sleep, and I can't extricate myself.

Qinglian knocked on the door and entered the room, leaned close to Zhu Qingshan and whispered a few words.

"Is there really such a thing?"

Qinglian nodded solemnly.

Zhu Qingshan asked: "Second brother, can you tell me why you left late at night?"

Qinglian: "Old man Chen said that Mr. Yang is going to collect some consultation fees."

Zhu Qingshan let out an "oh" and stopped talking.

"Young Master ordered people to destroy Wang Yuanwai's family, so you are not afraid that Young Master Yang will deduce your identity from this?"

Zhu Qingshan smiled lightly and said: "Smart people don't care about other people's identities, so why should I care that he knows my identity? Smart people can't always be concealed, so why should I cover it up? If you know it, you will know it, be generous Fang, if you don’t know, you don’t know, be open and frank.”

Qinglian said with a smile: "According to the young master, I should be considered a smart person."

Zhu Qingshan didn't think that Qinglian's joke was a joke, but nodded seriously.

"By the way, you don't need to call me second brother in the future. Since you call me son, then call him second son."

Qinglian bowed in response, retreated into the room, and stopped disturbing Zhu Qingshan's study.

Anma Village, Huafeng Town, Yaokou County is a small village near the water. It makes a living by fishing. It is only an hour's journey away from Xiemapo.

The life of the self-sufficient village, which was originally living and working in peace and contentment, has gone from bad to worse since the bandits took over, and the days are getting worse every year.

Many people leave their hometowns just to escape the land of right and wrong.

Just in the middle of the night, a young man entered the Temple of the City God. He was wearing night clothes and stepped on the broken stone slab, dull and hidden.

Under the cover of darkness, his fair face looked like a floating grimace from a distance, and what was even more creepy was that this face was always smiling.

This boy is Yang Fan.

Everyone in Jianghu knows that the most comprehensive way to get local information is to ask local beggars; the places where the most local beggars can be found are dilapidated old houses, haunted houses, and Town God's Temples.

If you feel that the information of beggars is worthless, there are several places you can choose to inquire about more valuable information-Jianghu Inn, Tea House and Yihong Courtyard.

Mr. Jin said: The rivers and lakes are created by man.Natural information should also be disseminated by people.

The Buddha statue in the Town God's Temple collapsed and divided the huge Town God's Temple into two parts, which were then divided into several areas by the beggars.

Everyone paints the ground as a prison and binds their own crimes.

Yang Fan sat down by the only bonfire, took out the backpack on his back, and took out a dozen steamed buns.

The beggars looked at the steamed buns in Yang Fan's hands and swallowed.

"If any of you tell me the exact location of the bandits in Xiemapo, I'll give you the food, and I'll give you some broken silver when it's done."

Hearing the food and money, several grass mounds stood up like fake corpses, revealing five or six unkempt beggars, all of them sallow and emaciated, as skinny as a stick.

A seven or eight-year-old boy stared at the food in his hands. Yang Fan smiled and handed him a steamed bun, repeating: "Tell me the location of Xie Mapo, or take me there. These foods are yours. Yes, first of all, let’s talk about the more you get, the more you work, the more you get.”

Everyone looked scared and confused.

Haven't they met people from the Jianghu who came here to inquire about the location of the gangsters? There are many people who have rewards greater than Yang Fanxu's. Obtained their votes to join the gang.

There are also heroes who really want to eliminate harm for the people. For example, there was a dumb man the day before yesterday, and two beggars brought the dumb man to the area of ​​the bandit village. As a result, the dumb man rushed in to kill the bandits. It took my life.

If it wasn't for an old man who came to the rescue, the dumb man and the other beggar might not be able to be kind.

Seeing no one answered, Yang Fan patted the boy's head and asked, "Do you know where the bandit village is?"

The little boy shook his head.

Yang Fan sighed in disappointment.

The little boy pulled Yang Fan's sleeve carefully, pointed to a few door panels, and said timidly: "He will definitely take you there."

I saw that the direction the little boy pointed was a simple tent made up of a collapsed Buddha statue and a few door panels.

In this crowd of beggars, he stands out from the crowd, very eye-catching.

Yang Fan smiled and nodded, gave the little boy two steamed buns, and then threw food to the beggars around him.

Words of thanks came one after another around, and many people even kowtowed and sang blessings.

Yang Fan walked to the simple tent with the remaining three steamed buns in his arms, looked at the wood, and seeing no one agreed, he pushed the board inside by himself.

The tent is not high, so Yang Fan needs to lower his body, but sitting up straight is indeed a bit more than enough.The space inside is as big as a dragon and phoenix bed, and Yang Fan will not squeeze the owner when he sits down.

The beggar is not very old, about fourteen or fifteen years old. Yang Fan is not night-blind. Although he can't see clearly, he can vaguely see his appearance by the firelight.Although the face is dark, the hair is neat and tidy, and the pudding-filled uniforms of the beggar gang employees are as patchy as a world map, but compared with others, they look cleaner.

Yang Fan called softly: "Brother!"

The beggar frowned in pain, panting weakly.

Yang Fan saw that he looked weak and painful, and thought he must be sick.

Take his pulse.

The pulse condition fluctuates, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.Surprised Yang Fan, he hurriedly took out the fire pocket, lit it up and put it aside for easy inspection.

Yang Fan was shocked, seeing his younger brother's blood stained his lower body, he cursed in his heart who was so unconscionable to torture a beggar like this, to kill a beggar, he must be the one who kills his children and grandchildren.

Unavoidably causing death, Yang Fan hurriedly took off the little beggar's pants.I thought to myself: "Save people to the lowest level, and send the Buddha to the West. After the rescue, let's raise this little eunuch. The eunuch is loyal and reliable, without right and wrong, it is better than raising a man. To adopt a man, you have to worry about getting married. Marriage issue."

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(End of this chapter)