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Chapter 231 Eating Bamboo Chicken May Be Poisoned by Pinellia

There are hundreds of rivers and mountains in Guanzhong, but when it comes to scenery, Zhongnan Mountain is the best.And Zhongnan Mountain has thousands of peaks and ravines, towering terraces and verdant greenery, among all kinds of scenery, the Louguantai at the northern foot of Zhongnan Mountain is the best.

It is said that Yin Xi, the great sage who once stopped Lao Tzu at Hangu Pass and asked Lao Tzu to leave five thousand words of calligraphy, once built a building here, watched the stars, and meditated on the Tao. It is called "louguan".

In the third year of Wude, Li Yuan, the current sage, because of the great support of the Louguan Daoist Qi Pingding to Datang, and the fact that the other party’s ancestor is the only direct disciple of Laojun, he and his descendants of Laojun are all in the same family. , so the imperial edict changed the Louguan to "Zongsheng Palace", which roughly means "Zongshu ancestor sage Laozi".

Since then, the incense in Zongsheng Palace has become very prosperous, and many people go to burn incense every day...

"Lang Jun, Lang Jun..."

On the mountain road not far from Louguan Road, a woman's panicked voice was suddenly heard.

"What's wrong with you, don't scare me, sir!"

Following the shout, one could see a man in silk clothes leaning down beside the mountain road, his face was pale and motionless, as if he was a dead person.

A little lady in Tsing Yi was squatting beside him in horror, shaking him gently with her hand.

"Lang Jun, wake up quickly, Lang Jun!"

After pushing it a few times, she found that her husband didn't respond, so the little lady yelled in panic.

"Help, is there anyone nearby? Help..."

Because the mountain road where the two of them are located is the only way to go from Chang'an to Louguan Road, and there are many pilgrims, so enthusiastic people soon helped the little lady move his husband from the mountain road to a place near the foot of the mountain. In a gazebo.

"The situation of this gentleman is not very good,"

A pilgrim in commoner clothes withdrew his hand from the nose of the man in silk clothes with a dignified expression, and shook his head.

"The breath has become faintly present now, I'm afraid..."

After hearing the pilgrim's words, the little lady who was already at a loss was even more at a loss. She didn't know what to do, so she could only throw her head on her husband and cry bitterly.

"Lang Jun, why did you go like this!"

"Don't be a fool."

Another pilgrim said beside him.

"Above is the Zongsheng Palace. Otherwise, little lady, you can go to the Taoists of Louguan Taoism and see if they can do anything about it?"

As soon as this sentence was said, it immediately woke up the little lady.

"Yes, I can also ask the Taoist priests of Louguan Dao to take a look..."

After speaking, the little lady stood up immediately, not even caring about asking these pilgrims to take care of her husband temporarily, and ran up the mountain road towards Louguan Road.

After running on the mountain path for a while, she saw an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard walking down the mountain path carrying a bamboo basket.

I saw this old Taoist with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. Although his beard and hair were white, his face was still as ruddy as a baby's. There were not many wrinkles on his face. He looked like the kind of Taoist.

"Old Immortal..."

After seeing the old man, the little lady seemed to have found her backbone, and immediately rushed up and grabbed the old man's sleeve, dragging the old man down the mountain.

"I beg you to save the master of the slave family!"

"Save your lord?"

Although the old Taoist looked bewildered, he still looked down at the little lady gently and comforted him.

"My lady, don't worry, speak slowly..."

"Don't slow down, old fairy!"

The little lady said while anxiously dragging the old man down the mountain.

"If you slow down, people will disappear."

"..."

By the time the old Taoist was dragged to the front of the gazebo, he had roughly understood what happened.

"Okay, let the old man take a look..."

The old Taoist rolled up his sleeves, stood in front of the man in silk, stretched out his hand and opened the man's eyelids. After looking at it, he pinched his lips and looked inside. I felt my pulse on my wrist for a while.

"It's not a disease..."

The old Taoist retracted his hand and said with certainty.

"He should have suffered from food poisoning. Has this gentleman eaten anything strange in the past two or three days?"

"No……"

The little lady shook her head and replied without hesitation.

"My husband usually stays at home, but I forced him to come to Shangxiang this time, and he has never eaten outside."

The old Taoist nodded and asked another question.

"Then what did he eat at home these two days?"

"He ate..."

The little lady thought about it for a while before replying.

"...It should be bamboo chicken. My husband likes to eat bamboo chicken. He buys a lot of bamboo chicken every month."

"Understood!"

The old Taoist nodded and stood up.

"Bamboo chickens love to eat pinellia, this must be poisoned by Pinellia..."

As he said that, he rummaged through his back basket and found two pieces of ginger, a bowl and a wooden mallet, and began to squeeze and grind ginger, and soon made some ginger juice.

"Come on, some of you help me open his mouth."

Then, the old Taoist poured the ginger juice he squeezed into the man.

"This way he should be able to wake up..."

After hearing what the old Taoist said, the pilgrims looked at each other, and looked at the old Taoist with dubious eyes.

They couldn't believe it, this man, who seemed to breathe more than a dead man, would be cured by drinking some ginger juice.

Finally, someone asked tentatively.

"Master, is what you said true?"

"Of course!"

Before the old Taoist could speak, there was an affirmative answer from outside the pavilion.

"As long as Sun Zhenren said that this person can wake up, he will definitely wake up."

Hearing the sound of talking, the pilgrims turned their heads away, only to see a young Taoist priest in a white robe standing outside the door of the pavilion, smiling politely at them.

After seeing the smile of the young Taoist priest, all the pilgrims present were stunned.

I don't know if it's their hallucinations, but they always feel that the young Taoist priest is standing there smiling, his body seems to be emitting light, like a fairy descending from the earth.

"Look at..."

The white-clothed Taoist pointed towards the pavilion, and the pilgrims subconsciously followed his finger to look over, just in time to see the man who had been poured with ginger juice suddenly coughed and opened his eyes.

"Lang Jun!"

Seeing that the man in silk had woken up, the little lady burst into tears of joy and rushed up to hug him.

"You finally woke up, sir!"

In an instant, the whispering pilgrims became silent.

This man who seemed to have stepped half of his foot into Huangquan Road was actually saved by the old Taoist priest with ginger juice.

In their surprised eyes, the Taoist priest in white floated in and saluted the old Taoist Jishou in the middle of the pavilion.

"Last school and backward, Qingdu sees Qingwei, and pay homage to Sun Zhenren!"

"Qingwei?"

The old Taoist tilted his head cutely, as if thinking about it for a while, then looked up and down the white-clothed Taoist.

"The old man has heard of your name, and your reputation in Chang'an is not small now!"

"It's just some rumors and rumors."

The Taoist priest in white replied very sincerely.

"How dare you compare with Sun Zhenren..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Before the Taoist priest in white finished speaking, he heard the man in silk who was being hugged by his wife cough violently, making the little lady who was just happy that her husband was alive again at a loss.

"Lang Jun, what's the matter with you, why don't you feel uncomfortable..."

"Ugh! This lady..."

The Taoist priest in white blinked silently, and said with a look of reluctance.

"Pindao thinks you are strangling his neck too tightly, relax, relax your hand, yes, that's it..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Half a minute later, the pale-faced man leaned weakly on the pillar of the gazebo, touched his neck with his hands, and nodded gratefully to the two Taoist priests present.

"Thank you two Taoists for saving your life."

"No need!"

The old Taoist replied kindly.

"It's just that the old man didn't bring much fresh ginger, so your poison has not been completely removed. You can drink some ginger juice after you go home, and you can stop when your stomach feels dry."

"Yes!"

The man nodded.

"Someone remembers..."

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome."

The Taoist priest in white next to him raised his whisk and smiled at the man.

"You're lucky today, so let the impoverished people be a bit weaker!"

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of bright green potion from his sleeve, unscrewed the cap, and gently tipped it over.

A drop of emerald-like liquid dripped from the bottle.

The white-clothed Taoist flicked his fingers, and the drop of green liquid medicine turned a corner in the air, and plunged into the silk-clothed man's mouth very accurately.

Afterwards, the pilgrims present saw that the bluish-white color on the silk-clothed man's face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a few breaths, the silk-clothed man has become indistinguishable from ordinary people.

"Whoosh..."

The man in silk opened his mouth, took two deep breaths, then got up from the ground and jumped twice.

"I... I'm fine!"

After seeing this miraculous thing, the pilgrims opened their mouths wide in surprise.Even the old Taoist priest had a look of curiosity on his face.

"What kind of medicine is this..."

"The slave family remembered,"

A woman with a basket of joss sticks in her hand suddenly patted herself on the head with her hand, pointed at the Taoist priest in white and said excitedly.

"You are the little fairy Qingwei in the Qingdu temple where the old gentleman showed his holiness..."

After hearing what this woman said, the rest of the pilgrims also reacted one by one.

"It was him..."

"It is said that Qingwei's immortals have boundless magic power and can subdue dragons and subdue tigers..."

"He also once beheaded a giant python that was about to become a dragon..."

"No, I heard that it is a dragon..."

"..."

The next moment, the woman who recognized Kong Qing stepped forward excitedly, knelt down on the ground with a bang, and kowtowed to him.

"Little God, the slave family has no children so far, please give the slave family a child!"

As she said that, she actually looked at Kong Qing shyly.

"It's best for the child to be as handsome as you, little fairy."

The corner of Kong Qing's mouth twitched.

This lady, Pindao is a decent person, and Pindao really cannot agree to your request!

After being reminded by this woman, the remaining pilgrims also suddenly realized, and then fell to their knees.

"Little God, my family is also here to seek a child..."

"Little God, please bless my family members in good health..."

"Little God, please bless a certain business with success..."

"..."

The corner of Kong Qing's mouth twitched again, and he smiled apologetically at the old Taoist priest.

"I'm sorry, Master Sun, can I take a step to speak..."

"The old man doesn't care."

The old Taoist pointed around, with a look of fun on his face.

"But the old man felt that they might disagree..."

"It doesn't matter, as long as Sun Zhenren agrees."

Kong Qing smiled, then stretched out his hand to support the old Taoist, shaking his sleeves...

call!
A gust of wind rose from the ground, blowing the eyes of these people present.

After the strong wind subsided, these people opened their eyes, only to find that the two Taoist priests, one old and one young, standing in the gazebo had disappeared without a trace.

"Ah... the little fairy is gone?"

　This case is a real case recorded in a book called "Beimeng Suoyan" in the Tang Dynasty, but the person who treated the disease was not Sun Simiao, but Liang Xin, a famous doctor in the Tang Dynasty.So brothers, you must not eat game indiscriminately, you may be poisoned if you eat it!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)