mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 316 Heaven and Earth are boundless, Qiankun borrows the law
The man said in stuttering English: "I want to ask you to use your hemp to cure my son."

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned, and the rest were astonished.

Everyone doesn't know what Ma Na is, but as for curing diseases and saving lives, I have never heard of Zhao Chuanxin's medical skills.

Even Zhao Chuanxin himself didn't know.

He scratched his head: "I think you have found the wrong person, I am not a doctor."

"No, sir, the doctor can't cure us, only the anesthesia can."

Zhao Chuanxin was speechless: "What's wrong? Superstition!"

Kanaka: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to leave, but the Kanakas grabbed his arm.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes narrowed, and he wanted to get angry.

But the Kanaka people prayed all over their faces: "Sir, you must be a messenger who can communicate with the gods. You have a lot of numbness on your body. Please, save my son."

Zhao Chuanxin really didn't understand what to do, he shrugged: "Is there no doctor on the island?"

The Kanaka said: "Sir, the doctor cannot save the child that the god of death wants to take away. As long as you are willing to help, I am willing to offer a sacrifice."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up when he heard the word "sacrifice": "How much?"

Uncle Li and the others were stunned.

Is it really good to open your eyes to money so blatantly?
He whispered in Chinese: "Do you understand medical skills? Don't delay people's lives, this is not a joke."

"It's okay, let's go and see the situation first. Do you think our big family doesn't spend money to travel? The chopsticks are so thin. You really don't know how expensive daily necessities are."

Li Shutong: "..."

Ning An and Liu Yuanshan felt embarrassed, Zhao Chuanxin said they were like moths.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Go, go and see the sacrifice...ah no, go and see your child."

"Praise you, sir, my name is Kishi, I am the Son of Fire, and I have survived the eruption of the volcano unscathed."

Kihi, keahi, means flame in Hawaiian.

"Okay, Kishi, stop talking nonsense, your name is not important."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Lead the way ahead."

The group stopped eating and went to the ethnic group where Kirsch belonged.

The houses of the Kanaka tribe are quite primitive and rough in style.

The single-layer wooden structure does not have any foundations, and the wood is directly inserted into the soil to deal with it hastily.

There are windows at the front and back, and the draft can pass through the room directly, dissipating the heat.

The door is a curtain.

The roof is made of coconut leaves and reeds.

People from this tribe, seeing Kishi bringing Zhao Chuanxin and the others over, cast curious and prudent glances.

In these years, their fate can be described as "my fate is not controlled by me, but by outsiders".

The white people occupied it, changed hands several times, and finally fell into the hands of the United States.

The influx of Asian labor continued.

As a result, they, as aborigines, became minorities instead.

Now the local aborigines have also become the bottom of the society. The traditional chieftain system has long been destroyed. Because the island is small and densely populated, they cannot achieve self-government.

Uncle Li and the others saw that these people were wearing revealing clothes, and they were all bucket-shaped, with thick necks, and they were not good at first glance.

Even local women, with their fleshy bodies, are full of strength.

Can't help but get nervous.

Only Zhao Chuanxin followed Kishi carelessly without paying attention.

Kirch came to his house, wanted to go in, but suddenly thought of something, stopped and bent down, stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and walked in first.

After entering, he smelled a strange smell of burning grass.

In the room, there is a simple bed made of unknown animal fur and straw mats, and there are several pieces of wood carvings and lacquerware.

On the bed lay a child with a pale face and sweaty head, a woman sitting beside him, and an old Kanaka man standing beside him.

The old man was wearing a cape of colorful bird feathers, colorful, the black ones were dark thrush feathers, the red ones were honeybirds, and the yellow ones... In short, it was very eye-catching.

The people behind followed in, filling up the not-so-big room.

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and said, "Look, I didn't expect them to be like me, with nothing to worry about, and their homes to be empty. Hey, it's really sad, but don't fool me with feathers and coconut bowls."

Kishi pointed to the feathered old man and said, "This is the high priest of our clan."

Then use Hawaiian and the high priest to report Zhao Chuanxin's situation.

The high priest looked dissatisfied and yelled a few words at Kishi, and almost walked away.

And Kirch anxiously defended, gestured while talking, and stamped his feet with his fingers, shouting in a nonchalant tone: "Back back, back..."

Zhao Chuanxin watched with a grin.

Obviously, the high priest also came to treat the child.

This is called colleagues are enemies.

Kishi said: "Among us Kanakas, the older the man, the stronger the mana. The high priest didn't believe that your mana was stronger than him, saying that you couldn't cure Makani. Makani is the wind. On the day he was born, there was a strong wind blowing down the houses on the island."

Zhao Chuanxin's body shook, he was awesome, and he was the son of the wind.

Then, he held his hands behind his back, and the old god was there: "On the contrary, in our Dragon Clan, the younger you are, the stronger the numbness. The innate qi is the strongest for a newborn baby. As you get older, the innate qi gradually becomes stronger. Disappear, especially at the age of your high priest, basically useless, dying, and dying soon."

Kishi hesitated, he dared not say these words to the high priest.

Only Li Shutong here can understand English, and he is quite speechless.

Many people in later generations think that since ancient times, the Han people have felt that they are the descendants of the dragon.

This is pure nonsense.

In the feudal dynasty, ordinary people said that they were the descendants of the dragon, which is simply screwed up.

The saying of the descendants of the dragon only emerged in the 80s.

Jade Pig Dragon from the Hongshan Culture.

As for what exactly is that?It needs to be verified, anyway, it will definitely not meet the expectations of the general public, and it may be a product that makes people laugh and cry.

Zhao Chuanxin would not mention this kind of thing, because it would lower his qualifications.Li Shutong also wouldn't say that he couldn't make trouble for Zhao Chuanxin, although the obsessive-compulsive disorder wanted him to emphasize one or two things to Zhao Chuanxin.

Kishi begged the high priest for a few words, but the high priest snorted coldly, but stepped aside.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and saw a wound on the little boy's leg, which was long and festered, with maggots growing on it...

Next to the bed was a pocket knife and a coconut bowl in which maggots had been gouged out.

The little boy was trembling and sweating coldly.

Although Zhao Chuanxin is not a doctor, he can figure out what's going on.

Pointing to the wound, he asked, "How did this happen?"

Kishi said: "A few days ago, Makani went to the beach to dig for scallops, and they were cut by the reef."

Sometimes broken oyster shells are left on the reef, which are as sharp as knives.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyeballs rolled: "I'll do it for him now...ah no, I'll numb him now."

He took out a bottle of alcohol and poured it into his palm.

Take out the match and let Li Shutong light it.

Green and yellow flames sprang up from his palm.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted loudly: "Children, you have to be careful!"

After finishing speaking, he began to chant: "The four great things are bright, and the heaven and the earth are perpetual. Xuanshui bathes in filth and eliminates ominous omens. The double emperors guard the gate, Qiling Anfang, Yunjin refines irrigation, all qi is mixed, internal and external are pure and chaste, and Baozi Huang Chang.

The world is boundless, and the universe borrows the law! "

If it weren't for the flames in his palms starting to burn his hands, Zhao Chuanxin would definitely have to pretend for a while longer.

He put his hands together and rubbed vigorously, not only to suppress the flame, but also to rub the alcohol evenly.

After that, he quickly smeared alcohol on the child's forehead, face, and body.

The high priest widened his eyes.

My Cao, this mantra is much more refreshing than his drowsy whispering chanting.

Although I can't understand it, but the words are catchy and cadenced, especially the last burst of shouting, which lifts people's spirits.

Nonsense, can you not refresh yourself?

No matter who yells in the way of "nine shallows and one deep", they will definitely startle others.

Under self-hypnosis, Kishi suddenly felt awesome.

Zhao Chuanxin wiped the little boy with alcohol, and the fever went down extremely quickly.

The little boy stopped sweating immediately, his body was obviously much more comfortable, and his face was not so painful anymore.

The woman asked the child a few words, and the child replied weakly.

The woman looked up in surprise, and said to Kishi and the high priest, "Makani is really well."

In fact, the distance is really good, it's still far away, but they can't see that far.

The child was injured, and the wound was infected, causing a fever.

Zhao Chuanxin simply helped him reduce his fever.

Miao Cuihua's eyes fluttered, and it turned out that Zhao Chuanxin was omnipotent.

Li Shutong was dumbfounded, not understanding the reason.

Ning An and Liu Yuanshan were full of admiration.

The high priest asked a few words very quickly, and Kirch translated: "Sir, the high priest asks you, what kind of god's power did you summon?"

Zhao Chuanxin got up and stood with his hands behind his back: "Why do you need to borrow the power of others? I am enough!"

"Then the mantra you recited, isn't it communicating with the gods?"

"No, I'm just using a special way to communicate the aura between heaven and earth, oh, it's what you call Ma Na."

The high priest scratched his heart with a hundred claws, and hurriedly asked again: "How did you communicate with the numbness in the air?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at a wooden shelf in the distance, on which were hung several shawls printed and dyed with Hawaiian honey chrysanthemum patterns.

This should be the heroine's thing.

The distance is about four meters. Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes, stretched out his fingers, and stomped his feet: "Back back!"

boom……

The wooden frame was blown out by a gust of wind and hit the wall.

This distance was barely effective, but it didn't shatter the wooden frame.

The high priest opened his mouth wide.

He said: "Friends from afar, I sincerely invite you to join our summer Raqqa Festival."

After listening to Kirch's translation, Zhao Chuanxin was taken aback.

"Isn't it a sacrifice? Don't try to fool me with any festival celebration."

Kirsch: "..."

Li Shutong covered his face: Others either couldn't say anything embarrassing, or they bowed their heads with guilt after speaking.

Only Zhao Chuanxin, he can not only embarrass you, but also look straight into your eyes to see how you react.

Kishi hurriedly went to rummage through the cabinets, and lifted up a green gem the size of a child's fist.

When everyone saw it, their eyes lit up.

This emerald is crystal clear, that kind of transparent green, very beautiful.

Zhao Chuanxin blurted out: "Olivine?"

Kishi nodded wildly: "Yes, peridot, big peridot. The volcano goddess Pele always takes something away, but every time she will send these gems. It's just, such a big gem, even if we Karnaca It is also rare to see it in the family. This is the testimony of my son of flame. I was unscathed in that volcanic eruption, and I got this gem."

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't laugh or cry.

(End of this chapter)