The Wizard of Medicine

Chapter 123 The Legend of the Octopus Going to the West Building (Part [-] of the Second Update)

"Haha. I thought it was strange when I first heard about it." Lan Meng smiled heartily for the first time, "Actually, this place is called Yushang Xilou Town. There is a legend about this place."

Then she narrates eloquently:

Once upon a time, there was a man here who was kind and generous, and worked diligently. Later, he became a rich man and was very rich.

Once by chance, he became the emperor's relative, so his wealth became even stronger.Living in the snowflakes of the building, wearing silk and satin, eating wine, meat and white noodles, the business is really connected, and the big shots meet.

As a result, the rich man became inflated, not only stopped doing good deeds, but also misbehaving, oppressing the village, and boasting that "if you want to make me poor, you will have to wait until the sky falls and the dragon screams."

One day, a fortune teller passed by.Because he accidentally blocked the way of the rich man, the rich man asked his subordinates to beat him up.

The fortune teller said: "The wind and the rain will not end, and the fish going to the west tower will inevitably suffer disaster." He left with his injuries.

After the rich man heard this, he was a little worried, so he gave a death order, and no one was allowed to bring fish to the west tower.

On the day when the rich man celebrates his [-]th birthday, there will be a big feast, including chicken, duck, fish, delicacies from mountains and seas.

When the banquet was about to start, I saw a cat with a carp in its mouth, and it went straight to the west building.

A cooking master threw out a fire stick to beat the cat, and it happened to be thrown on the second floor to the west.

Suddenly, a raging fire ignited and burned the rich man's house to ashes.

In order to alert future generations, this place was named Yushangxilou.Later generations tried to save trouble, and slowly called it a fish to go upstairs.

Yan Zixiu nodded secretly when he heard this, isn't this what Mencius said when he won the title of Tian Jue and forgot the title of Ren Jue?Cultivating blessings and cultivating wealth and wealth, and then forgetting the roots and expanding.It turns out that there are such people here as in the local world.

"In our world, a Zen master also said: Powers cannot be exhausted, blessings cannot be exhausted, words cannot be exhausted, and rules cannot be exhausted."

Lan Meng's big eyes flickered, and she was a little curious: "This is really good. I understand the first two sentences, but what do you mean by the last two sentences?"

"Same as the previous two sentences, they all mean to leave room. For example, if you speak too clearly, the other party will have no room to think." Yan Zixiu thought of Master and Wuyou's speaking style, they all point to the end.

"I understand. Since I can't say enough, let me figure out the last sentence myself. By the way, there is a very famous Jinhua Building here. Let me treat you to local specialties."

"Okay. It's up to you."

Lan Meng led the way into the town.

The town is bustling with people coming and going.

There is a three-storey restaurant in the northwest corner of the town center. It is antique, with cornices and corners, shaped like a bird, and has a lively style.The plaque above reads "Jinhua Building".

There is a small stream flowing in front of the restaurant, and there is a small bridge across the stream.There are lotus flowers in the water, and fish are playing.

Lan Meng and Yan Zixiu walked across the small bridge.

The waiter in the restaurant has sharp eyes. Seeing that the two visitors are wearing storage bags hanging from their waists, one is dressed in luxurious and elegant clothes, and the other is in plain and generous clothes. !"

Lan Meng nodded to the assistant, and said to Yan Zixiu: "This place belongs to our Lyceum City. They have all seen immortal cultivators."

Yan Zixiu also nodded and smiled politely to the guy.

For him, immortals and mortals are equal, and they are all the same life.

But mortals don't think so, the buddy is very excited to see the two immortal masters so amiable.

The owner of the restaurant heard the voice of the waiter, and hurriedly brought someone out to greet him respectfully.

The interior of the restaurant is elegantly furnished.The landscape screens and solid wood floors are kept spotless. It seems that the restaurant is very careful.

There are many guests on the first and second floors.

The boss personally took them to the third floor. There were no guests here, so it should be specially prepared for immortal cultivators.

Sitting at the table by the window, looking at the scenery in the town, you can only see small bridges and flowing water, white walls and black tiles, blue and blue stone slabs, green trees and red flowers, it is a rich place.

Lan Meng ordered the food skillfully, and then asked Yan Zixiu what wine to drink.

"Thanks, I don't drink." Yan Zixiu politely declined.

"Don't drink? That's fine. How about some Qianhuilu brewed from the local special spiritual fruit? This is not wine." Lan Meng suggested.

"Oh? Then you can have a taste."

The boss took the menu and left.

Yan Zixiu thought of one thing: "Lan Meng, do you have a map here?"

"There are maps. But they are all made of jade slips. You can't read them because you haven't cultivated your consciousness. By the way, boss!" Lan Meng called to the boss who was going downstairs, "If you have a paper map, bring it One sheet. The wider the range and the finer the markings, the better."

"Okay." The boss agreed and went downstairs.

Yan Zixiu said to Lan Meng: "It seems that even if I want to read the map of jade slips with my spiritual sense, I have to practice this technique of cultivating immortals." The other half of the purpose is naturally to resist the pressure of high-ranking monks .

Lan Meng snorted in a rare way: "If you say this, I don't know how many people will be pissed off. People who want to cultivate immortals can't find the door, but you are lucky. With such good conditions to cultivate immortals, you are still unwilling unwilling."

"I am a doctor, and my original intention is to save the world and help people, and I am not interested in fighting and killing."

"Among the immortal cultivators who are interested in fighting and killing, there are actually a small number of them." Lan Meng said, "The main ambition of the immortal cultivators is to seek longevity, and fighting and killing are just to compete for the resources of longevity."

Yan Zixiu felt more and more that the circle of immortal cultivators was a jungle society: "Longevity is good, long life is a good thing. The ancients said, I wish me a long life and diligently cultivate all good things. But you fight and kill for longevity, isn't it the same as The teachings of the sages run counter to it?"

"Sages? It would be great if the sages can control the cultivators. For the sake of longevity, it is common practice to do whatever it takes."

"After all, isn't it still caused by the word 'poor'?" Yan Zixiu had a sudden thought, is it possible to help the poor in this world of cultivating immortals?

"Half of what you said is right. It's really because of the word 'poor'."

"What about the other half?" Yan Zixiu asked.After he made two small subjective mistakes, he tried his best to keep an open mind about the affairs of the world of cultivating immortals, investigate and study first, and then speak.

"The other half is unfair. Whoever has the biggest fist will occupy more resources."

"Then what do you mean, even if there are sufficient resources, it may not necessarily solve the problem?"

Lan Meng said without hesitation: "That's not true. No matter how many resources there are, they can't stand greed."

Yan Zixiu thought, the local world is similar to this side.Ordinarily, the food in the world is enough for people all over the world to eat, but some large groups monopolize the resources, and the food is moldy and not given to the poor.

He put forward an idea: "You are the world's top monks, such as those who transform the gods. If they take the lead and don't be greedy, wouldn't it be fine?"

Lan Meng shook her head: "How is that possible? I heard that they are still searching for resources everywhere, planning to take them to the spirit world above. So the total amount of resources in the world of cultivating immortals is getting less and less."

Yan Zixiu smiled: "If I were the supervisor of the spirit world, I would give an order: non-greedy monks who transform themselves into gods should be selected first. Wouldn't they release resources to the middle and lower monks in this world?"

Lan Meng also laughed: "If that's the case, then all the monks here will have to set up a shrine for you, Supervisor Yan. Burn incense and pray every day, and may your life be as long as the heavens."

While talking and laughing, most of the original antagonism and estrangement between them melted away.

　An ode to Feng Ya, Fu Bi Xing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)