Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 117 Ginger Has Nine Flavors

Buqi Pills are not the miraculous medicines in the martial arts cheats, but the blood-activating medicines made from various precious Chinese medicines.

For practitioners, the qi invigorating pill is not only a miracle drug for promoting blood circulation, but also has a miraculous effect on body exercises.

According to the rumors, that thing is also helpful to the cultivation of internal strength, anyway, it is a panacea.

This kind of elixir is a test of the quality of the medicinal materials and the method of making the elixir, so it is difficult to mass-produce it, and it has always been priceless in the market.

"Mr. Zhang, based on our relationship, even if we have no money, I have to keep this fifth-grade Yelao ginseng for you. Mr. Ma, I'm sorry." Jiang Yun peeled two pieces of moss from the ground, and put Ginseng wrapped up.

[Zhang Zhishun's deity]: "Don't talk nonsense, kid, quickly bring me the ginseng back."

"This old man has lived to such a great age. This is the second time I have seen the old mountain ginseng with fifth-grade leaves. It is really a treasure!"

[Purchaser of Medicinal Materials]: "Mr. Zhang, you're really disrespectful of martial arts by using Qi Bu Qi Pill to snatch old wild ginseng!"

"Which cultivator can refuse the temptation of the Qi Bu Pill, forget it, forget it, next time I am free, I will go climbing with Jiang Xiaoyou personally, and he will dig me and buy it now."

[Zhang Zhishun's deity]: "Xiao Ma, your pharmaceutical company doesn't have many old Chinese doctors, and good medicinal materials fall into your hands. It's a waste of things."

[Purchaser of Medicinal Materials]: "Old Zhang, don't say that, the old gentlemen I raised with high salaries should feel uncomfortable."

[Zhang Zhishun's deity]: "Forget it, forget it, don't talk about it, just don't let the old man see your deal in the future."

The water friends in the live broadcast room were secretly shocked when they watched the two big shots quarreling.

"Fuck, Xiao Ma, why is Mr. Ma so humble?"

"Old Zhang is really domineering when he speaks, with a completely superior attitude."

"If I have the strength of Zhang Lao, I will definitely be more arrogant than Zhang Lao."

[Purchaser of Medicinal Materials]: "Jiang Daochang, then we will make an agreement. For the precious medicine you dig in the future, please contact me first, and we will use our private account."

"It's hasty. I was deducted a large amount of taxes from the company account that Huanghuali left last time. It really hurts."

Transfers between private accounts do not need to pay taxes, but transfers from public accounts to private accounts must pay taxes.

Jiang Yun was a little speechless. The last time Huanghuali received a transfer of public funds, he thought it was Mr. Ma who had a high level of awareness and wanted to pay more taxes. He didn't expect Mr. Ma to be careless.

Private transfer can only be said to be a reasonable tax avoidance behavior, not illegal, but tax evasion will be warned or even jailed.

Because digging ginseng took some time, it was dark when Jiang Yun returned to the bamboo forest.

At this time in the camp, Mr. Zhang was cooking porridge, and Zhuzhu was lying happily beside the fire, chewing the young grass one bite at a time.

Brother Snake was curled up next to Jiang Yun's sleeping bag. He put his head together and was staring at the pigs, spitting out snake letters from time to time. His eyes really looked like those of a complaining woman.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm back." Jiang Yun put down Xiaobai and unloaded the hiking bag.

Whoosh!
As soon as the black shadow flashed by, the mountaineering bag disappeared on the spot.

Jiang Yun looked back, and the old Taoist Zhang Zhishun had already pulled out the fifth-grade leaf old mountain ginseng from his mountaineering bag.

Although Old Taoist Master Zhang is old, his physical skills are really no worse than those of young people!
"Boy, go on!"

A small cloth bag was thrown over, and Jiang Yun took it and opened it. Inside were six bank cards and a porcelain bottle the size of a baby's fist.

"Mr. Zhang, don't worry, the relationship between us really doesn't need to pay the money and deliver the goods."

"You can put 600 million in your pocket, but you must put away the qi pills. That's the only bottle in stock on this old man." Zhang Zhishun turned his head and reminded.

All the water friends sighed deeply.

"Fuck, is Mr. Zhang speaking human language?"

"I suddenly understood a little why it is often said that monks are indifferent to fame and wealth. It turns out that they are not short of money."

[Wudang Chen Shiyu]: "Every layman, don't talk nonsense, Mr. Zhang is the only one who is not short of money. In fact, most Taoist priests are really short of money."

"Our Wudang faction pays [-] yuan for the registration fee every month. Although we say that we control food and housing, what can we do with [-] yuan [cover face]"

Professional Taoist priests came out to refute the rumors, and all the water friends in the live broadcast room laughed.

Mr. Zhang is not short of money, simply because of his superb medical skills, and Jiang Yun is not short of money. Apart from good luck and a solid foundation in Tianyuan Taoism, the rest is due to his status as a popular anchor.

With a net worth of tens of millions like the two of them, in this Taoist sect, the number of people will definitely not exceed four figures.

After Jiang Yun washed up, he prepared some dried meat for Xiaobai and Brother Snake, and then came to the campfire with a bowl of hot porridge, and asked, "Old Zhang, what you just said to Mr. Ma was a little too much? "

"Excessive?"

Zhang Zhishun frowned, and he casually grabbed a piece of wild ginger that he dug a few days ago not far away.

He opened the mouth and said, "Boy, I tell you that there are essential differences between Chinese medicine, western medicine and modern medicine."

"The bloodletting therapy of traditional Western medicine is pure dross and has been abandoned. Now when we talk about Western medicine, most people's reaction is actually modern medicine."

"But modern medicine is really two extremes compared with traditional Chinese medicine. Take pharmaceuticals as an example. Traditional Chinese medicine focuses on curative effects, while modern medicine focuses on effective substances."

Everyone in the live broadcast room was dumbfounded, especially those who were prejudiced against Chinese medicine.

"If you don't rely on effective substances to cure a disease, what should you rely on?"

"Anyway, I don't think Chinese medicine is as effective as Western medicine. I caught a cold last winter. I drank Chinese medicine for a week and it didn't work. I got injections and infusions for three to five days."

"Traditional Chinese medicine is cheap and slow to cure the root cause, while Western medicine is fast but does not cure the root cause. Is it normal to choose a treatment plan depending on the situation?"

"My father is a doctor of Chinese medicine, my mother is a doctor of western medicine. When I was young, I had a cold, and my mother asked me to find my father [secret observation]"

Seeing Jiang Yun's confused face, Zhang Zhishun, the old Taoist, sighed, took the piece of ginger, and said, "Boy, your master has only learned a little about Chinese medicine, and you have learned a little bit about him, so you don't want to give up." I understand, the old man does not blame you."

"Let me explain to you the principles of traditional Chinese medicine with this piece of ginger. In Chinese medicine, this ginger has nine flavors and nine meridians."

"They are fresh ginger, dried ginger, sliced ​​ginger, shredded ginger, stewed ginger, gun ginger, ginger charcoal, roasted ginger and pure ginger."

"Let's just take pure ginger as an example. Once the skin is scraped, it will be hot. If the skin is not scraped, it will be warm. Cut ginger into slices. When it is used as medicine, it goes through the lung meridian. Cut ginger Chengsi, it follows the Heart Sutra."

"From the point of view of traditional Chinese medicine, this is a different thing, and the curative effect is completely different, but from the point of view of modern medicine, isn't ginger just ginger?"

"It's just ginger, and the old ginseng is more complicated to explain. Perhaps the development of modern medicine for a few decades will prove that what Chinese medicine says is the truth."

Jiang Yun touched the back of his head, and he couldn't help asking: "Mr. Zhang, you are a master of Chinese medicine, why don't you stand up and explain for Chinese medicine?"

"Is Chinese medicine useful from the end of the Qing Dynasty to the present?"

Master Zhang Zhishun stroked his beard, and said indignantly, "Anyway, I've said what I should say for decades. Believe me, believe me, and get out if you don't believe me. Just don't disturb the old man's cultivation now."

(End of this chapter)