The Wizard of Medicine

Chapter 20

"I don't know each other, maybe in the future." Yan Zixiu said calmly, "I know a little bit about Chinese medicine, and I will look at it."

"You still know Chinese medicine?" Ma was even more surprised.

This reminded Yan Zixiu of how he felt about Wuyou back then, and felt a little funny: "I just started learning."

"So good at learning at the beginning? Can you teach me?" Lao Ma is also a person who loves to learn.

"Of course you can. But the method of looking at qi is more demanding, and the method of looking at color is easier to learn. You know the classic Chinese medicine "Huangdi Neijing", it is divided into "Lingshu" and "Suwen". "Lingshu" No.60 four chapters, It is called 25 people of Yin and Yang. You can read this article first. There are descriptions of appearance, complexion, voice, movement, common diseases and psychological characteristics. Of course, there will be many changes and developments from ancient times to the present. I'll talk about it later."

"Okay, okay." Lao Ma was very happy, and felt that even if he could not learn to look at Qi, he could learn to look at color, which would be of great help to his work and life.

When they arrived at the testing center, the two people knew that carrots, sweet potatoes, Shuiling pears, Yizhi tea, and Ningshenxiang belonged to different categories, and the focus of testing was also different.Some focus on epidemic prevention, fearing that there will be pests and diseases, and some need to detect pesticide residues and heavy metal content.Since you don't understand it very well, then do what others tell you to do.Of course, Yan Zixiu had great confidence in Xianfu's products, so he didn't care.

When submitting the samples, Yan Zixiu prepared two copies.The staff who collected the samples was a young girl with a bit of a chili personality. When she saw that there were two copies, she waved her hands and said, "It doesn't need that much, one is enough, take it and take it."

Yan Zixiu put the other copy aside, not in a hurry to put it in the box.

Seeing that, Little Pepper frowned, and registered them one by one: one serving of carrot, one serving of sweet potato, one serving of Shuiling pear, one serving of Yizhi tea, one serving of Ningshenxiang, eh?Where is the scent?The little chili sniffed it, and found it very pleasant.I sniffed it carefully and found that it mainly came from Shui Ling Pear, Yizhi Tea and Ningshenxiang.She couldn't help taking a breath closer, feeling refreshed and extremely relaxed.This, this... She thought about it, this smells so good, do you want another copy?But just now he refused so bluntly, what should he do if he refuses?For a while, I was a little tangled and embarrassed.His face flushed slightly.

Yan Zixiu immediately handed over the other copy: "It's better to hand in two copies, to ensure that there are enough samples."

Little Pepper quickly took it: "Okay, you guys are very thoughtful. Let's make two copies. We will test as quickly as possible and report to you. Come and take a look tomorrow morning."

The old horse breathed a sigh of relief and kept thanking the little pepper.Of course, the sooner you get the test report, the better.If you stay one more day, you will spend an extra day.Furthermore, the autumn Canton Fair is only a few days away, so there is no delay.

After leaving the testing center, it was already twelve noon.The two had dinner nearby and booked a hotel room. Lao Ma brought some incense sticks and told Yan Zixiu to do whatever he wanted.

Yan Zixiu bought a map as soon as he left the Beijing Railway Station.At this time, he looked at the nearby scenic spots and found that Taoranting Park was not far away, so he planned to go for a stroll.His main sources of happiness now are learning, helping others, and watching the scenery.As for the joy of nurturing talents in the world mentioned by Mencius, he felt that it hadn't come yet, and he was still growing.There is the joy of beautiful scenery and the joy of learning in the Immortal Mansion, but the joy of helping others has to be in reality.

Taoranting is one of the four famous pavilions in China.In the 34th year of Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty (AD 1695), Jiang Zao, a doctor of the Ministry of Industry who was the supervisor of the kiln factory at that time, created this pavilion in the Cibei Temple, and took the poet Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty from "waiting for the chrysanthemum and Huang's family to ripen, so that you can get drunk and feel intoxicated. The poetic meaning of "Tao Ran" is the inscription on the forehead of the pavilion.This is also the origin of the name of the park.The black plaque on the pavilion is written by the old Mr. Qi Baishi, and the golden plaque with the word "Tao Ran" in the pavilion is written by Jiang Zao, the man who built the pavilion. Below it "It seems that Tao Ling opened three paths to share a niche with Amitabha" It is a couplet left by Lin Zexu.

Yan Zixiu came in from the south gate.I saw Taoranting Park in autumn, with blue sky and white clouds, weeping willows everywhere, full of green shade, luxuriant ginkgo, golden leaves, residual lotus on the lake, ripples in the breeze, uneven pavilions, and pavilions. It is really a famous garden.

He stayed in the Cibei Temple for a while, and after reading the annotations, he realized that the Cibei Temple was the predecessor of Tao Ranting.There is the Avalokitesvara Hall in the Temple of Mercy, which is dedicated to the three saints of the West, namely Amitabha, Avalokitesvara, and Mahasthamaprapta; there is also the Zhunti Hall, which is opposite to the Avalokitesvara Hall.While visiting, he asked Wuyou: "The Temple of Compassion, the Temple of Compassion, what is compassion? What is compassion?"

"You are healthy and happy, and you want other people to be healthy and happy. This is compassion. When you see the villagers working hard on the farm, you want to help them relieve their burdens. It is pity." After a pause, Wuyou said meaningfully, "Helping people Resolving the distress of joys and sorrows is also compassion."

"That's how it is. It would be great if everyone had compassion in their hearts. But the distortion of human nature does exist in reality. Some people are unhappy when they see others happy; they feel happy only when they see others suffer. .”

"Have you forgotten the meaning of emptiness? Everything can be changed. Every saint has an unbearable past; every sinner also has a bright future. The creation and existence of Xianfu is to promote these changes .”

"You're right." Yan Zixiu clenched his fists, and his belief became more firm.

Talking, walked across Xiehu Bridge, turned left and walked towards Zhijin Pavilion.There are very few tourists in this area, and there are two people in Zhijin Pavilion.A little girl of thirteen or fourteen was sitting there, staring blankly at the clouds in the sky.An old lady with gray hair was standing next to the little girl, wanting to touch her head for a while, and walking around again for a while.

Yan Zixiu got closer and could see more clearly.I saw the old man in his 70s, wearing a blue handmade coat, trousers with leggings, bow legs, and a pair of small feet.

The old man tried to touch the little girl's head for a while, and rubbed his heart for a while.

The little girl just stared blankly at the clouds in the sky.

Helping others to relieve their worries has almost become Yan Zixiu's instinct.So he couldn't help but stop and watch.While watching, the old man looked up at Yan Zixiu, a little surprised: "Can you see me?"

"Why can't I see you?" Yan Zixiu blurted out.

The little girl turned her head back, with big eyes, she seemed a little puzzled, wondering who Yan Zixiu was talking to.

"She... can't see me, everyone can't see me, and they can't hear me." The old man's tone was helpless, and he seemed to have some expectations.

"Ma'am, I can see you." Yan Zixiu understood a little.

"You, who are you talking to?" The little girl's voice trembled slightly, not knowing whether it was fear or something.

Yan Zixiu said softly to the little girl: "I'm talking to an old lady. She is about six or seventy years old, thin, and wears a blue handmade coat. Well, she said her surname is Song. Who is she? ?”

"It's my grandma. Grandma! Grandma! Why can't I see you?" The little girl looked around and cried.The old man wanted to coax her, but he couldn't touch her. He looked anxious and didn't know what to do.

"Auntie, don't worry. Little girl, don't cry. I'll find a way for you to see grandma, okay?"

The little girl took Yan Zixiu's hand and cried, "Uncle, please, please. I want to see grandma, I miss her. Once I see you, I see you once."

The old man's tears also flowed down: "Young man, I beg you too. My granddaughter is so pitiful. Thinking about it makes me feel stupid."

Yan Zixiu hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll find a way now."

At this time, a message came over from worry-free voice transmission, Yan Zixiu thought for a while, took out a jade pendant from his pocket, and handed it to the old man: "Mother, hold this jade pendant, your granddaughter will see you in a while."

But the little girl felt that the jade pendant seemed to be handed to the air.

The jade pendant is about two inches long, exuding a golden light, looking very warm and reassuring.

The old man was a little surprised, but also took the jade pendant with both hands in anticipation.I saw that the golden light was even brighter.I just feel as if I have come from the lonely and desolate wasteland to the south of the Yangtze River where the grass is growing and the warblers are flying. Everything has become so warm and vibrant.Her sad face relaxed and her eyes brightened.

In the golden light, the little girl saw the figure of grandma gradually appearing, from vague to transparent, from transparent to translucent, and slowly began to solidify.She went from being surprised and scared at the beginning to joy and excitement.As soon as the grandma's figure stabilized, she rushed up and hugged her: "Grandma! Grandma!" The grandma also hugged the little girl: "Weiwei! Weiwei! My poor child!"

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　The signing of this book on October 10 is hereby commemorated.

　　Thanks to all the support veterans, thanks to the editor in charge of Juzi, and thanks to unknown friends.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)