Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 458 Chinese Divine Medicine

Electrotherapy is the use of different types of electric currents and electromagnetic fields to stimulate cells and nerves to a certain extent to treat diseases.

But if it is said that electrotherapy can treat the fire, it is more or less nonsense.

Jiang Yun didn't open his eyes and talk nonsense, but still adhered to the purpose of the program, and said frankly: "Uncle Wang is right. This river water has the effect of reducing fire, and it really has nothing to do with electrotherapy."

"The cause of the fire can be cured. We still need to study it. However, Pindao can guarantee that the cause has absolutely nothing to do with that river god."

Uncle Wang may be a bit stubborn.

Instead of continuing to argue with Jiang Yun, he turned around and left with his hands behind his back, muttering incessantly that Jiang Yun is a man who can't be dealt with and has no faith at all.

They are all Taoists, and they don't even believe in their own comrades. This is definitely jealous, jealous.

"What the old man saw with his own eyes can still be fake. I'm already old, can I talk nonsense?"

"If you little Taoist don't believe what the old man said, you can continue to walk up this river, and after walking half a mile, you will come across a clearing."

"That's where Daoist Zhuge killed monsters with his sword. I hope you can use scientific methods to find traces and restore my innocence!" Uncle Wang suddenly turned around and said as he was leaving.

Everyone in the program group left the small warehouse and continued to head upstream.

There are dense bamboo forests on both sides of the Su River. Fortunately, there is a small path stepped on by the villagers, and the forest is quite quiet.

When Zhao Bingbing asked Jiang Yun if he believed in the story about beheading monsters, Jiang Yun shook his head and said that he only believed [-]% of the time, and the other [-]% still chose to believe in science.

After hearing this answer, the two hosts in the live broadcast room said, "It seems that Daoist Jiang still has some faith in that old man's words. The mystery of the river's fire can be solved later."

"If audience friends are interested, you can leave a message to discuss in the barrage area."

The attention from the official live broadcast room has long been aroused.

Most people choose to believe the science, a small minority choose to believe the story.

Still a long-time fan of Jiang Yun's live broadcast room, his mentality is more stable and his viewing is more transparent.

"Good guy, the official live broadcast room is full of quarrels, and those people don't know how to look at things dialectically."

[Sixteen Characters of Yin Yang]: "Those laymen are still naive, why don't they believe the two stories, both of which have a certain degree of credibility?"

"Hahaha, I don't know why, but I suddenly thought of the boy pissing on the fire."

"Shocked, a certain river has the effect of reducing fire, and the reason is that there are boys peeing upstream."

"Program group: Hey, this copywriting is good. I copied it. I believe in science. It must be a child's urine. It can't be wrong!"

"Zhuge Daoist is really becoming more and more incomprehensible. Is this what an expert is like in reality?"

Everyone in the program team came to the open space that Uncle Wang mentioned.

Here is an open space, more like a rocky slope, so there is no bamboo growing, the front is suitable, and the back is a seven or eight meter high stone cliff, the area is only half the size of a football field.

There are walnut-sized gravels everywhere, and the bamboo forests on both sides are quite dense.

Although no bamboo grows here, a kind of grass grows, the petiole near the root is slightly red, and the broad leaves are emerald green.

There was a faint scent of grass in the air. Even a person who knew nothing about herbal medicine could roughly guess that this kind of grass was a traditional Chinese medicine.

"Jiang Daochang, do you know this kind of grass?" Zhao Bingbing asked curiously.

"This is rhubarb palmate, also known as general, Huang Liang, fire ginseng, bitter in taste, and it is a medicine for severe cold. It has the effects of purging accumulation, clearing heat and purging fire, cooling blood and detoxifying." Jiang Yun explained.

Rhubarb is a kind of magic medicine unique to China, and it is highly sought after abroad. Together with ginseng, aconite and ground ripening rhubarb, it is called the four King Kongs in the world of Chinese medicine, and it is known as Zhang Fei in medicine.

This medicine has been a sharp weapon for foreign trade exports for thousands of years, and its status is not weaker than silk and tea.

There is no way, people are constipated, and rhubarb, a magic medicine, is the gospel for constipation.

It's just a little strange that rhubarb has always been grown in high and cold areas, and the climate of Yujing Mountain is obviously not suitable for the growth of rhubarb palmatum.

Zhao Bingbing didn't notice the weirdness at all, she nodded half-understanding, and asked, "Daoist Jiang, is it because the river flows through this rhubarb field?"

"So there are more or less medicines in the water, so it has the effect of reducing fire?"

"If you understand it this way, you are right. The medicinal properties of rhubarb mainly exist in the rhizomes, and they are very strong. To be used as a medicine, it needs to be fully ripe. Dilute it with a lot of cold water, and it can retain some of its medicinal properties."

"It seems that these broad-leaved rhubarbs are the cause of the underwater fire in Suhe River." Jiang Yun nodded.

After he finished speaking, three Taoist priests from Du'e Taoist Temple, with buckets and fertilizers, pushed their wheelbarrows to this side.

The three people directly ignored the program group. After they arrived at the rhubarb field, they began to water and fertilize the rhubarb.

The rhubarb, which had been exposed to the sun for a day at noon, immediately looked refreshed after being watered.

"Three priests, who are you?" Zhao Bingbing asked.

When the three quasi-taoists at the Du'e Taoist Temple heard someone calling them Taoist priests, they were stunned for a moment, but when they realized that they were calling themselves, their attitudes changed drastically.

This group of people in the Taoist temple, their true identity is casual cultivators, not considered a real beginner, so they have always lacked a sense of identity in their hearts.

Zhao Bingbing's long voice yelled directly to the hearts of these three guys.

"Reporter Zhao, right? Hello, hello. We are planting rhubarb here under the order of our master, Daoist Zhuge."

"The old man said that the climate in Yujing Mountain is dry and hot, and it is easy to get angry if you live here, so planting a piece of rhubarb can help people get angry." The three quasi-taoists said.

When Zhao Bingbing heard that it was Daoist Zhuge's order again, his eyes became more curious.

Just now, the river water can cure all diseases, and it was found out that there was an electrical leakage in the small warehouse. She originally thought it was a well-planned scam.

But with the addition of this piece of rhubarb, the whole thing didn't look like a well-planned scam.

How could a liar manage to handle things so impeccably, and he was so anxious about the needs of the nearby villagers that he got things done right away.

If doing so is still a liar, then there should be more such liars.

She was a little touched and said: "My friends, this Su River cures all diseases. Although it is a bit exaggerated, it still has some effect."

"At least it is very suitable for electrotherapy or fire. As for whether this was intentional or unintentional by Taoist Zhuge, we can only go back to the Taoist temple and ask him."

Jiang Yun has been squatting on the ground, inspecting the field of rhubarb. The growth of rhubarb is gratifying, and there is no problem at all.

It is this soil that more or less smells of blood, rubbing it with hands, the cold air still penetrates into the skin.

"Reporter Zhao, Uncle Zhuge understands poorly. He probably did this unintentionally. We still have to believe in science."

"It's getting late, let's go back to the Taoist temple first, otherwise we won't have time to interview in the evening class." Jiang Yun stood up and glanced at the opposite stone cliff.

As if wanting to leave for a moment, he urged with a smile.

(End of this chapter)