Heavenly Court Reader

Chapter 84 Read the Blue Sac and Win the Grand Prize

After dinner at Wan Yun's house, Han Feng returned to his small villa under the watchful eyes of the other party.

Back in the room, Han Feng lay on his side on his bed, not feeling sleepy at all, because he had slept all afternoon this afternoon.

Bored, Han Feng took out his mobile phone and opened the page of Tianting Reader. He wanted to click into the discussion area in the morning, but he didn't expect to find out that there was a new book called "The Classic of the Green Sac" by the God of Medicine.

"The Celestial Sacred Sutra? The God of Medicine? This should be Hua Tuo, right?" Han Feng, who was originally interested, muttered something in his mouth, and became interested in an instant, and clicked in to read it.

It is said that when Han Feng applied for university, he once thought about going to a medical university, but unfortunately things backfired.

Now the book of the God of Medicine was placed in front of him so brightly, so this time, he didn't even read the comments in the comment area, and just clicked into the main text of the novel.

I saw that the prologue of the opening chapter wrote that the doctor heals all living things, birds and beasts, all of them are doctors. The so-called blood circulates and diseases cannot be born, such as the hinge of the household, and it is immortal.

This Qingsangxian Jing written by the God of Medicine is not only written about pathological diseases and treatment methods of mortals, but also about immortals, beasts, demons and ghosts, and various diseases in different biological forms. treatment method.

All living beings are recorded.In addition, it also includes internal medicine, external surgery, gynecology, pediatrics, acupuncture and moxibustion, as well as a set of body training techniques of Wu Qin Xi and Wu Qin Xian Beast.

As soon as he saw it, Han Feng read it with fascination, and it was precisely because of the novels on the reader that he could understand the meaning and reason as long as he looked at it.

So this fascination, Han Feng saw the dawn directly, read the entire Qingsang Immortal Sutra, and then came back to his senses.

"A genius doctor is a genius doctor." After reading it, Han Feng couldn't help sighing.

Although Hua Tuo's Qingsang Sutra was recorded in history, it was only a fragment, and the entire version has been lost, which led to the weakness of traditional Chinese medicine in terms of surgery.

As an angry young man with a little bit of patriotism, Han Feng couldn't help but thought to himself, "Maybe, I should do something for Chinese medicine."

Han Feng felt a little sad in his heart whenever he watched western medicine replace his own traditional Chinese medicine and become famous all over the world.

You know, Hua Tuo is the first expert in history to create surgery, and also the first in the world to invent the anesthetic "Mabosan" and the founder of the invention of acupuncture and moxibustion.

As the earliest anesthetic, "Mabeisan" not only has no side effects, but also achieved success more than 1600 years earlier than Western medicine anesthetics.

Think again about how the four ancient civilizations flourished in the world.But now only the Huaxia Kingdom is left, which still exists in this world, and the other three countries have all disappeared into the dust of history.

As an ancient civilization, China has experienced too many wars and riots. During this period, there was too much knowledge and inheritance, all of which were lost.

The inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine is not only seriously lost in this issue, but also the most indispensable.After all, no one can guarantee that they will not suffer from diseases in their life.

Thinking of this, Han Feng's mind wandered farther and farther, and he muttered to himself: "Well, let's get familiar with it first! See if there is any suitable opportunity later, and then spread this out."

Han Feng, who was distracted, slid his fingers across the screen of the phone unconsciously. For some reason, he accidentally clicked on the sign-in page before exiting the page of the Qingsang Xianjing.

Ding dong!With a sound, the system's notification sounded.

Only then did Han Feng regain his senses, and then looked at the phone in his hand, only to see a message pop up on the screen: Congratulations, you have signed in for 30 consecutive days, this reader will give you a small gift, please pay attention check.

Looking at the prompt message on the phone, Han Feng couldn't help sighing: "Why has another month passed? The time is really fast!"

Although he was lamenting the ruthlessness of the years and the passage of time in his heart, Han Feng's little hand tapped to accept it neatly, and said with a smile: "Hey, there is another small gift, I don't know what it will be this time? "

Immediately, Han Feng picked up the gift box that appeared out of thin air and opened it.

But he didn't expect that before he saw clearly what was inside the box, he saw an endless black mist rushing directly towards Han Feng's body following the secret call.

Then Han Feng turned into a wooden man as if possessed by a demon, and sat on the bed motionless.

Deep in his heart, Han Feng felt a rush of despair, fear, helplessness, fate, and countless other negative emotions rushing towards his head, as if it only took an instant to wash away his soul.

At this moment, the outside world fell into the mobile phone on the bed, and suddenly a divine light shot out, also shooting towards Han Feng's body, of course Han Feng didn't notice it.

The divine light that rushed into the body chased after the black mist, and before the black mist could crush Han Feng's soul, it caught up with the black mist in an instant.

It didn't take long for the divine light to swallow up the black mist enveloping them one by one.In the end, a silver-white walnut-like thing was left in Han Feng's body.

"This power..." Han Feng no longer felt the pain he felt before. He closed his eyes peacefully, and quietly comprehended the source of this power. Echo each other with your own soul, and then slowly merge.

"The power of calamity is actually Shen Gongbao's housekeeping skill? Damn! How could it be this thing?" Han Feng cried out depressed.

In the silver-white walnuts, Han Feng saw the massacres and displacements, the wars, the slaughter of cities, the rivers of blood, the lack of food, the separation of wives and children, the destitution of the people, the lack of clothing, the homelessness, the destruction of families, the hunger and cold, and the dying. , Hungry and perishing everywhere, precarity, loss of life, misfortune and soldiers, water is hot, changing children to eat, leaving home, leaving bones on the road, thieves are rampant, suffering disasters, turning disasters into blessings.

The term also includes natural disasters, earth disasters, fairy disasters, man-made disasters, etc. All the disasters of the heavens, countless kinds of disasters flowed through his soul one by one, inexplicably, a message spread in his mind, Instantly fused with his soul, Han Feng understood the method of controlling the power of disasters.

"Why don't you be so foolish! What's not good as a gift, give me something like this." Think about the myths and legends of the list of gods, think about Shen Gongbao, and then think about that sentence, "Fellow Daoist, please stop." Han Feng He shivered involuntarily.

"Fellow daoists, please stay a little longer. It's actually the five-character mantra that uses the power of calamity?" Han Feng was even more speechless at this time, but he just thought about Shen Gongbao, and he didn't expect such a sentence to flash in his mind.

What's even more hateful is that every time you use a five-character mantra of "Daoist, please stop", it costs a thousand merit coins.If you don't want to consume merit coins, then go to collect the power of disaster, and collecting the power of disaster requires the help of various disasters in this world.

Nima!Now this world is peaceful, is it good? If there is no catastrophe, there will be no power of disaster. What a fart I am still practicing!Do you have to shout out to everyone you meet, "Fellow Daoist, please stop?

Han Feng was depressed. Could it be that there is no catastrophe, and he has to take the initiative to design and create a catastrophe?That's a crime, okay? Now it's a harmonious society, and we don't do anything that breaks the law.

"It seems to me that it is safer to use merit coins obediently." Han Feng said speechlessly.

(End of this chapter)